The Fake Son Is A Billionaire Young Master by Morningale

Chapter 68 You are incorrect, Jeff.

"The new school genius isn't only an intelligent boy but a hubristic fellow, rude and has no respect for teachers.

He chose Modern Medicine at first and was even invited to a meal by Professor Sean. Just a few days later, he changed his course and arrogantly told Professor Sean off. Sof the seniors who were with him said he was egoistical and didn't respect his seniors at all." Jeff scrolled through the school forum, an indifferent look etched on his face.

Jeff initially questioned why Professor I Sean and the other seniors had not clarified what had happened, but eventually he cto the conclusion that he would not be harmed by the rumors.

Rumors are rumors anyway. People will get tired of talking about it after a while. = After attending a few classes, Jeff seemed to get used to the new school life. Even though it wasn't better than he had anticipated, it was still better to learn new things.

The majority of the lecturers, Jeff observed, seemed to have little interest in the department of traditional medicine. They arrived late, spoke briefly, and then departed once more from the class. Since Jeff was the only freshman, he had to attend sclasses with his senior.

Before lunch, Jeff had a class, and surprisingly, the department of modern medicine as well as a few other related departments were taking the scourse as the department of traditional medicine.

Just as he was about to enter the class, he felt someone pulling his sleeve. To his surprise, a fat boy was waiting for him when he turned around.

Seeming to inquire what the boy desired, Jeff furrowed his brows.

"Sorry," The fat boy quickly released Jeff's sleeve. "Hi, I'm Billy by name! I have been so eager to see you! Wow, you are handsome!" Jeff still had that look of surprise on his face. "Oh, thank you." "We are in the sdepartment! For various reasons, I simply was not able to cthis morning." Billy exclaimed with enthusiasm.

"You are a traditional medicine student?" Jeff questioned, appearing taken aback. He thought he was the only traditional Medicine student.

"Yes, I am" Billy answered. "My grandfather was a traditional medicine. I'm following his path." With a slight smile on his lips, Jeff replied, "Oh, right." With great enthusiasm, Billy trailed behind Jeff into the already -crowded classroom. Since they were the only traditional Medicine students, one of the worst departments in the school, the students present all stared at them weirdly.

Jeff was calm, but Billy rolled his eyes and gave them a serious look as well.

He quickly followed Jeff to sit in the last row beside the window.

As the students' sidelong glances and whispers filled the classroom, Billy confronted the ones who were staring at him and Jeff with aggression.

He was fed up with their judgemental stares and had reached his breaking point.

"What are you staring at? Haven't you stared enough already?!" Billy retorted, his voice filled with irritation and frustration.

As soon as they realized what they were doing, a few of the students quickly looked away.

However, there were others who reveled in the opportunity to gossip and mock their peers. Snorts and hushed conversations filled the air, directed at both Billy and Jeff.

"Why is this fat guy hanging out with that haughty guy?" "You all like gossiping, let the boy rest!" "He insulted someone like Professor Sean. He's courting death. I bet he's going to enjoy his school life." Conversely, Jeff remained calm and seemed unaffected by the chaos surrounding him.

His calm demeanor seemed to aggravate Billy even more. He couldn't understand how Jeff remained unfazed by the relentless words being thrown their way.

Since he couldn't make the morning classes, Billy was so annoyed when he heard the rumors going around. Billy believed that Jeff, who had just started school again, was being treated unfairly.

Since learning about the genius, Billy has had a deep admiration for Jeff. And Billy's Mother encouraged him to get close to a genius like Jeff.

The more the murmurs becaudible, the more students cout to publicly express how much they despised Jeff's conceit and his decision to major in traditional medicine.

They mocked him, calling him proud and claiming he would regret his decision later on.

Just as tensions in the classroom mounted, the arrival of the Lecturer offered a temporary respite from the judgmental atmosphere.

The students quickly settled down, hushing their conversations as the teacher entered.

The teacher, a seasoned professional with a commanding presence, surveyed the room and its occupants before beginning the class.

A wide range of students, including those studying modern medicine, public health, and medical research, as well as traditional medicine students like Billy and Jeff, were among the more than 100 attendees.

As the class progressed, the teacher posed a thought-provoking question to the class. A boy, confident and determined, rose to his feet to give his response.

It was at this moment that Jeff noticed Edward.

Their eyes locked in an unspoken intensity.

"Early-stage Porymias can be treated by the use of Niantic while the late stage can only be Edward dont de ne treated by Surgery donride and eloquently answered the teacher's question, earning a round of applause from their classmates. The Lecturer, seemingly noticing Jeff, decided to test Jeff's knowledge with an intentionally difficult question. "What is the treatment for azyrithis?" At the lecturer's question, everyone in the room suddenly stiffened. Treating azyrithis necessitates a high level of expertise due to its critical nature. Although there is not a specific treatment for it, smedical professionals have been successful in treating patients with Azyrithis. There was an unsettling silence in the room as Jeff got to his feet to reply.

"There's no specific treatment plan for Azyrithis but it can be treated using the Ice melting acupuncture method" Jeff's eyes displayed no emotions, his voice steady and unwavering.

However, the teacher swiftly dismissed Jeff's answer, declaring it incorrect.

N "You are wrong, Jeff. I suppose that everyone who called you a genius was mistaken," deff'said, unmoved by the lecturer's remarks, "I did not ask them to." "I think I'm right though. I've seen a."

"You are wrong, Mr. Hemsworth" Cutting him off, the lecturer turned to face the students uneasy m murmurtippled through the classroom, with sstudents casting skeptical glances at the teacher's decision. Jeff, unfazed by the rejection, calmly sat back down.

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