Chapter 93: The Unwavering Trust

Start drafting the examination questions immediately," the Head of Academic Affairs ordered the faculty.

To ensure Julian’s total destruction, the academic director intentionally invited several senior departmental professors who were notoriously infamous for creating viciously tricky, convoluted exam questions. The third-year finance students had suffered countless academic nightmares under these old professors’ impossible tests.

Watching the professors step forward, the surrounding students couldn’t help but whisper expressions of deep sympathy for Julian:

"It’s over... Julian is 100% doomed this time. These old professors write questions that are legendary for being practically unsolvable. There is zero chance Julian will pull off a high score under these conditions."

"The average cumulative passing score across all subjects required is 480 points. Even on standard exams—let alone these monstrously difficult custom questions—even Ethan Mercer during his prime couldn’t reliably pull off numbers like that."

"Julian is walking straight to his own execution. Why on earth would he boldly challenge the Head of Academic Affairs like this? Isn’t he just actively asking to be kicked out of the university?"

"Sigh... my gorgeous new crush is about to be expelled in disgrace. I’m so heartbroken."

The Head of Academic Affairs offered a cold, triumphant smirk. You arrogant little brat... you actually thought you could challenge my authority? You’re still far too green behind the ears.

The academic director turned to the panel of senior professors and instructed loudly, "Respected professors, each of you will draft five fill-in-the-blank questions and three complex subjective analysis problems. This student, Julian Vance, somehow claimed a near-perfect score of 492 points on the formal exam, taking first place. He claims he wants to prove his extraordinary abilities on the spot, so please... do not hold back or go easy on him whatsoever!"

"Understood," the veteran professors nodded uniformly, adjusting their spectacles.

A score of 492 points? If those claims were true, this student’s theoretical level had to be stratospherically high.

Very well. They would gladly deploy their most brutally challenging, fiendishly complex problems to test the boy’s true mettle.

"President Sterling," Secretary Evelyn leaned over to whisper quietly to Victoria, "I overheard the surrounding students talking. They’re saying the questions these veteran professors are designing are notoriously impossible to solve. I’m genuinely worried that Young Master Vance might fail to meet the required passing threshold."

"Would you like me to intervene and put a stop to this?"

Victoria glanced sideways at Julian’s calm, unbothered expression, a soft, amused smile curving her crimson lips. "There’s no need to interfere. I firmly believe my Julian is going to ace this exam."

" Julian will definitely deliver an unforgettable, shocking surprise."

Secretary Evelyn: "..."

President Sterling... just how thick is your psychological filter for Young Master Jullian?!

That romantic filter had to be at least ten times thicker than the Great Wall of China!

However... based on her logical understanding of Julian Vance, he certainly didn’t seem like the kind of reckless fool who would wager his entire future on an impossible bluff.

"Secretary Evelyn," Victoria turned her dark eyes back to her assistant. "Did you suggest intervening just now because you genuinely believe my Julian lacks the capability to pass?"

Secretary Evelyn lied smoothly without missing a beat: "How could that possibly be? Young Master Vance is undoubtedly a person of extraordinary, boundless talent."

"Mhm," a faint flicker of amusement danced in Victoria’s eyes. "I think so too."

Actually, she possessed the absolute power to step in right this second, crush the faculty board, and effortlessly shield Julian from any slander. However, seeing how leisurely and confident her Julian was playing this game, she decided it was far more entertaining to let him continue executing his plans.

Nearby, Principal Smith had been quietly observing the dynamic, noticing that Victoria’s gaze had never once left Julian’s face throughout the entire ordeal.

As a veteran educator well over fifty years old who had experienced decades of high-society politics, he naturally understood the implicit meaning behind a powerful woman’s intense, protective gaze.

It was now crystal clear: President Sterling had indeed come to Capital University today specifically for Julian Vance’s sake!

Since that was the concrete reality, he had to make sure Julian was protected at all costs.

"Julian Vance, do you genuinely feel confident you can handle this?" Principal Smith stepped over, asking with deep, genuine concern.

Julian replied smoothly, "Yes, Principal Smith. I’ll be fine."

Seeing Julian’s unshakable, tranquil composure, the principal felt a massive weight lift off his chest.

"Alright then! Keep up that calm focus. I personally believe you possess the genuine ability to pull this off," the principal nodded encouragingly.

Anyone who could capture President Sterling’s romantic affection had to be an exceptional individual. Julian’s historically poor academic scores before today were likely nothing more than a classic case of playing the pig to eat the tiger—feigning weakness while hiding true, monstrous genius.

The principal firmly believed Julian was fully equipped to handle this crisis.

Across the room, the veteran professors officially commenced drafting the examination questions.

They sat at a row of connected desks, tapping away rapidly on their laptops and compiling complex theoretical equations.

The Head of Academic Affairs stood behind them, a smug grin plastered across his face. He had specifically whispered instructions to include several hyper-advanced finance theorems that had never even been taught in the standard undergraduate curriculum—extracted straight from top-tier doctoral research databases.

Half an hour ticked by.

Several professors finalized their custom modules, compiling the ultimate battery of test questions designed to rigorously push a student’s cognitive limits. They had no idea there was a high-stakes personal bet riding on this test between Julian and the academic director; otherwise, they might not have crafted questions quite this diabolically difficult.

The Deputy Director Abraham quickly arranged for the freshly compiled test papers to be printed out by the departmental secretary, generating over two hundred physical copies to distribute to every student and faculty member present in the lecture hall so everyone could follow along line by line.