When the GF9 Test Subject Became His Obsession novel Chapter 82

Indigo set his backpack down and pulled out his phone, planning to kill some time with a game. But the moment the screen lit up, a message scrolled across in bold white letters: "Crack down on pornography and illegal content — everyone is responsible!"

He froze. What the hell was that?

No matter what he tapped, swiped, or pressed, nothing worked. It was completely locked. Indigo had dabbled in hacking enough to recognize when he was outmatched—and right now, it was crystal clear that someone with far better skills had gotten into his phone.

A chill raced through his chest. This was insane.

He glanced sideways at Serena. Her face was clean, serene, and completely unbothered.

The first class of the day was foreign language. Their teacher, Mr. Remy, was an old-school scholar well past his prime. Midway through the lesson, he suddenly veered off topic with all the subtlety of a car crash. “You’re all at the age when you should be blooming, focused on growth and learning. Puppy love will only ruin your future!”

The class blinked in confusion. Just moments ago, he had been rambling about George Washington and whether the man had any fire left in him. Now, somehow, they were talking about teenage dating. If anything, Washington would’ve been more suited for a senior citizen romance.

Remy went on for a while longer before finally slamming his lesson plan on the desk in frustration. “Indigo! You think I won’t call your name and you can just ignore me? How many times have you looked at Serena this class? Want me to give you the number?”

Heads turned. Indigo’s ears turned scarlet.

What, does he think I have a crush on her? Is he blind?

Meanwhile, Serena’s face remained perfectly calm—porcelain white, not even the faintest blush.

“Mr. Remy,” she said flatly, “he’s just cross-eyed.” Then she turned toward Indigo. “If you’re sick, go get checked out. You wouldn’t want to spread it around.”

Indigo almost exploded. He slapped his desk and stormed out the door.

No one dared breathe. Serena remained unfazed. “Mr. Remy, he went to get medical attention. Please continue.”

Remy was too stunned to speak.

In Class 1, the conversation was heating up.

“Kelly, where’s your test paper? Yours probably got marked wrong too! Post it and shut them up!”

Kelly’s expression tightened. “I left it at home.”

Peyton let out a disappointed sigh.

Sequoia found Kelly during break and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. The test database has been wiped. No one can dig up anything on you now.”

Unfortunately, the math question that caused all this chaos was the exact one Sequoia had leaked to Kelly before the exam. And out of the entire school, only Kelly had scored a perfect ten on that question using that specific solution.

When she saw the forum updates, Sequoia nearly passed out. If no one could catch Kelly, then no one could catch her. Her reputation as a top teacher might survive after all.

The next day, the rest of the subject scores were released. With Taylor having revised the answer keys, the final scores carried more weight than ever.

Farther down the list, in eleventh, was Celeste with 400.

Natalie found her own name and nearly choked. A total score of 360. Third in the class. Ninety-eighth in the grade. Not a single subject—not even close—was anywhere near Serena, except for foreign language.

And then there was Indigo, who had never taken school seriously for a single day in his life—now tenth in the grade and second in Class 19.

“Wait, Indigo, you’re actually this good at school?” one student blurted, eyes wide.

Mouths fell open. Sure, everyone knew he was good at math and physics, but no one had expected his other scores to hold up this well.

“You guys don’t get it,” Solstice said smugly. “Indigo never bothered before because the questions were too easy. Taking those seriously would’ve insulted his IQ. This time the test was finally worthy of him, so he gave it, like, five percent effort.”

Clearly, Solstice knew Indigo better than anyone.

Indigo ignored the chatter. His eyes found Serena again. She was still playing a game on her phone, completely unconcerned with the chaos swirling around her. Rowan stood by her side, holding a hot milk tea like a faithful attendant. He stuck in the straw and gently offered it to her. Serena didn’t even look up.

At noon, Shiloh arrived to distribute the prize money, beaming like it was Christmas.

Five envelopes, five first-place awards—each worth five hundred dollars. Every single one went to Serena. The last envelope, awarded for first place in language, went to Natalie.

Natalie’s gaze turned dark as she stared at the five crisp envelopes on Serena’s desk, totaling twenty-five hundred dollars. At that moment, Serena finally set her phone down and looked back—straight at the lonely five hundred on Natalie’s desk.