Chapter 2

The next day, I was dumped into the city's most exclusive private school, in the same class as Chloe.

I didn't even need to think; this was definitely Chloe's idea.

They claimed it was for me to get the best education, but in reality, she wanted me to feel inferior and timid in comparison to her.

I walked into the classroom, wearing a brand new, but utterly uncomfortable, designer uniform, led by the homeroom teacher.

Whispers filled the room, and eyes of all sorts—curious, scrutinizing, mostly disdainful—fell upon me.

Chloe sat in the front row, flashing me a perfect, gentle smile.

I silently walked to the empty seat in the back row and sat down, continuing my "shut up" policy.

If I could use a gesture, I wouldn't speak. If a nod or shake of the head sufficed, I wouldn't utter a single word.

Until math class.

The teacher, Ms. Albright, probably got a special directive from the Sterling family to give me extra "attention."

"*can you tell us how to solve this problem?"

It was an insanely difficult Olympiad-level math problem. Forget about me, a small-town girl who'd never touched such problems; even the class geniuses rarely got it right.

I stared at the blackboard, my mind completely blank.

Just as I was about to honestly say, "I don't know," my mouth opened like a floodgate, fluently rattling off the solution steps and the final answer.

It even added a commentary:

"Actually, using the Cauchy-Schwarz inequality would be more concise, or constructing an auxiliary function and taking its derivative also works."

I spoke for over ten minutes before stopping.

The classroom was utterly silent.

Ms. Albright pushed up her thick glasses, looked at the blackboard, then at me, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Th-that's... absolutely correct! And the logic is incredibly clear, the solution is very advanced! have you... encountered problems like this before?"

I stood frozen, a stampede of thoughts in my mind: *Teacher, would you believe me if I said I was just possessed by an alien?*

I really wanted to know how my mouth knew the Cauchy-Schwarz inequality!

"...No."

I answered dryly, which, for once, was the truth.

My classmates' eyes instantly changed, from dismissive to astonished.

Only Chloe, looking back at me, had a smile that was a little strained.

The bell rang for break, and I was the first one out of the classroom, bolting into the restroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized this cursed mouth not only spoke the truth, but it also spoke *facts*, whether I personally knew them or not.

Didn't that make me a passive human search engine?

And one with 100% accuracy, at that?

This discovery, amidst my horror, secretly sparked a thrill.

Maybe this bug-like ability wasn't entirely a bad thing?