Hello and welcome to this.

A while ago, I proposed this idea to my friends and now they are forcing me to spew it out as quickly as possible, otherwise they'll beat me up. Over the internet. Scary stuff. As such, this story will be my main priority for the next few weeks. Plus, I kinda owe this to Imyoshi, as he was very kind enough to do the cover art for free. Now that is a man you don't wanna piss off. The guy eats babies. Right in front of their mothers. The RWBY fandom is full of savages.

With that intro out of the way, please enjoy.

Cover art - Imyoshi

Even a school for superhuman hunters had a bit of normality to their education. For example - end of year exams.

Jaune thought he had escaped those once he broke free of his old civilian life and into the wondrous - if dangerous - walls of Beacon Academy. Apparently, even the prestigious hunter academy still valued the concept of cramming all its students into a sweaty exam hall, shoving a paper in front of their face, and demanding they complete it in a certain amount of time that was somehow never long enough.

Jaune couldn't understand why Beacon would embrace such a practice. They were hunters-in-training. They were better off fighting Grimm than they were stuck writing pointless papers. Unless there was a newly discovered Grimm that could only be defeated by understanding the entire history of the Faunus Revolution, he considered the whole thing useless in the grand scheme of things.

Unfortunately for him, the school didn't seem to agree with him. Summer had finally arrived, and rather than being able to enjoy the sun like anyone else, the teachers were drilling into their heads the importance of their upcoming tests. He and his team, along with Team RWBY, were trapped in the library surrounded by textbooks. Everyone was nose-deep in a book about a subject no doubt relating to one of their tests. Even Ruby and Nora seemed to be developing a scholarly mind as they studied hard.

He sighed. He had been staring at the same open pages for God knows how long now. None of the information was sinking in. If anything, he felt himself getting dumber the longer he looked at the words. They were starting to look more like meaningless squiggles on paper now than words. He couldn't even remember what the book he was reading was about. He flipped it over to see the cover.

Know Your Enemy: The Hunters Guide to Grimm

Grimm studies? Great, he didn't even know what date that exam would be set. To ask someone now would be embarrassing. And really, why write a paper about Grimm when you could just hunt them down and kill them? Wasn't that more productive for a hunter? In the time it would take him to finish the paper, a Grimm could have easily infiltrated a village, caused havoc, killed all the residents, then leave before anyone noticed.

Congratulations, exam board! You just let a Borbatusk kill hundreds of people! Shame on you!

He heard his partner let out a loud yawn. She stretched her arms over her head, taking satisfaction in the way her joints popped. "All this studying is making me sleepy," she sighed.

Jaune smiled at her. "I dunno why you even bother with this," he told her. "You're already really smart. I reckon you can pass this without even needing to look at a book." It was a well-known fact that Pyrrha was genius in more than just combat. She was gifted in basically everything.

She blushed at the praise. "Well, being a little prepared beforehand never hurt." An idea crossed her mind and she clapped her hands together. "Anyway, why don't we both test each other? Let's see how much we've learned being cooped up in here."

Test each other? As in they weren't allowed to look at the books?

Uh oh.

"Aha, that's okay, Pyrrha," he laughed nervously, trying to hide the dread he was feeling. "You don't have to do that. There's no way you're gonna fail."

"That's kind of you to say, but I'd like to anyway," she insisted. "Come on, it'll be fun. Plus, it'll give you the chance to test your knowledge. It'll be beneficial for both of us."

Ah, but that was the problem, dear Pyrrha. For his dumbass hadn't learned anything from the two hours they had spent in here. She was better off testing the chair he was sitting on than him.

"Hehe… okay, fine," he relented. Let's get this humiliation over with. It's like ripping off a band-aid, Jaune. "Don't be surprised if I'm not very good, though."

"Nonsense, I'm sure you'll do fine," Pyrrha giggled. Sometimes, his partner had too much faith in him. She picked up the book he was reading, the one whose contents looked like gibberish to him now. She flicked through the pages for a moment before addressing him again. "Okay, name all seven weak points a Beowolf has."

Jaune blinked. "There's seven?" he said out loud. She raised an eyebrow at that. "I mean, of course there's seven," he hastily chuckled. Great, he had nearly compromised himself there. If he kept this up, the whole world would know of his idiocy. Even more than what it already did.

He started to concentrate. He only went for two weak spots when fighting a Beowolf; the chest and the neck. Though perhaps the arms and legs were also vulnerable areas to strike. That still only made four though. Even then, that was more than enough ways to know how to kill one.

"Do you want some more time to think?" Pyrrha politely asked him, waiting patiently for his thick head to come up with an answer. There was no point in it. He could only think of those spots.

"Could you give me a different question?" he suggested. Maybe he'd have better luck with the next one?

"Erm, okay," she said, flicking through the pages again. "Oh, this one should be easy. What is the airspeed velocity of an average Nevermore?"

She was absolutely right. That question was easy… if you were a freak obsessed with birds and math. Seriously, how was he supposed to know that? How did anyone know that? Were there really some extreme birdwatchers out there who spent all their time calculating how fast a giant killer bird flies? This world was a crazy place.

As he struggled to find an answer, he turned around to see he had acquired a small audience. Team RWBY and the rest of his team had put their books down to watch him suffer and the hands of a supporting Pyrrha. Ren, Weiss and Blake sighed at his confusion, whilst Nora, Ren and Yang tried to hide their giggles.

Okay, okay, calm down, Jaune. If this is a serious question, then you've obviously been told the answer before. You just gotta think.

"Um… very fast?" He heard Yang's snigger from behind him. It would seem that wasn't the correct answer. Figures.

"You have to be specific, Jaune," Pyrrha gently urged him.

Ugh, did he have to? This was hard enough as it was. He couldn't ask to skip that one too, because that would just confirm he didn't know anything. Not that he was doing a good job hiding that fact anyway.

"What he's trying to say, Pyrrha," Weiss spoke up, "is that he can't give you a real answer because he hasn't got one. The dunce hasn't a clue about any subject you test him on."

Weiss Schnee, ever the charmer. It was no surprise that she was the one to call him out on his stupidity. At least he hadn't had to pretend for long, although Yang, Ruby and Nora were laughing out loud now. At least Ren and Blake were still minding their own business.

"That's a little harsh, Weiss," Pyrrha tutted.

"I'm saying it for his own benefit," the heiress countered. "He isn't learning anything because he isn't taking his studying seriously. He has the book open, sure, but I doubt he's actually reading it. You can't accomplish anything if you're not committed, and he clearly is not."

Jaune grimaced. Why did she have to word the truth in the bluntest, hardest of ways? She might as well have been his mom. Hell, the girl was practically everyone's mom. It would explain why she had no time for bullshit or mincing her words.

"That's not true." Pyrrha was always quick to defend him. "I know Jaune is putting his all into passing the exams. Isn't that right, Jaune?" He didn't respond right away. "Jaune?" she repeated, this time with doubt in her voice.

Well, she wasn't completely wrong. He didn't want to fail, no. But at the same time, studying for something he didn't really believe in wasn't exactly high on his priority list. He wasn't nearly as passionate about books and studying as he was with combat practice.

"Jaune… you are taking this seriously, aren't you?" Pyrrha tried again.

He hated the way he was stringing her along, so it was time to cut the crap.

"I just think it's a waste of time," he sighed in a defeated manner. He could hear Weiss mutter something like 'I told you so' under her breath. "I mean seriously, do you really think we'll need to know even half of this stuff when we're out in the field? You have to agree that most of this is pointless."

If anyone agreed with his logic, they didn't speak up. To be fair though, they were doing the responsible thing and going back to studying. The only ones who weren't were himself, Weiss and Pyrrha, who was giving him a disappointed look.

This wasn't fair. He could study hard if he felt what they were learning was important. But if it was just pointless things like that, why bother? It made no sense.

"It doesn't matter if I agree with you or not, Jaune," his partner sighed. "What matters is you taking your studies seriously. Or else you'll have to take repeats."

"Then I'll fail those too," he shrugged. "I can't learn like this. All these books about facts and stuff... this isn't what being a hunter is about. I feel like I'm training to be a scientist or something."

"Hunters need to be more than just strong fighters," Pyrrha said. Now she was starting to sound like the team mom with the tone she was using. "Knowledge is power, Jaune. A sharp mind can be just as lethal as a sharp sword."

"Well, I wasn't planning to hit people with my mind anyway."

"This is serious," Pyrrha scolded. "Team leaders especially need to broaden their minds. You're already an effective leader now, but you can be even greater if you apply yourself. Don't think of this as just studying - think of it as a way to improve yourself."

Jaune struggled. That was a clever move on his partners part. He would do anything for his team. Anything. If studying for an exam would truly help them out, then he would.

But studying for one and passing one were two very different things. It didn't matter how long he stared at the pages. It was pointless if the knowledge wasn't sinking in. There was always that part of his brain telling him that what he was learning didn't matter. It was getting in the way of things.

"I'm trying. Really, I am," he insisted. "I just don't think I'm cut out for this kind of thing. Maybe I have a learning disability?"

"Laziness is not a disability," Pyrrha groaned.

Ouch, partner.

"I don't see what the issue with you is," Weiss tutted. "You've had to study for exams before. We all had to pass the entrance exam before our transcripts even got approved. How did you study for that?"

He gulped. That wasn't something he wanted to discuss with Weiss. Even Pyrrha looked slightly on edge from the question. One person knowing the truth was risky enough. He didn't need more people knowing.

"Don't worry about that," he quickly said, before looking back down at his books and groaning. "I'm not like you guys. I learn by doing, not by reading. There's gotta be another way for me."

"Well, until you find another method of improving your chances of passing, I'm afraid you'll have to study like the rest of us," Pyrrha said going back to her book. "If you want some study tips, I'd be more than willing to help you-"

Her voice sounded distant to him. He couldn't focus on it thanks to the sight before him.

Glynda Goodwitch.

At the far end of the room, he could see the blonde professor of combat practice renting out a book he couldn't quite get the name of due to his eyes being glued to her. She had her back to him, which was just as well, otherwise she would've been suspicious of the way he was looking at her.

Some might have thought he was ogling her, and he couldn't really blame them. She was an undeniable attractive woman. No one knew her age and no one was brave enough to ask, but her face and body looked untouched by the hands of time. She would've captured the hearts of many of the male students if it weren't for her attitude. She was as strict as she was beautiful.

But it wasn't her good looks that caught his attention. Ideas were forming in his head. He could feel the rusty cogs in his brain slowly begin to turn again.

"Pyrrha," he said carefully. "Who is it that's marking our papers again?"

"Hm? I think it's Professor Goodwitch this year," his partner ever so helpfully said. "Does it matter?"

"I guess you could say that," he said cryptically. The professor had finished getting her book out and walked down the hallway. His eyes trailed her as she left the library. The sparks of his genius crackled in his head with every step she took.

"Oof, then you're in for a rough time, Vomit Boy," he heard Yang say. "Professor G hates your guts."

Any other time he would've argued how over exaggerated that statement was, but he was beyond Yang's teasing now. The drowsiness that came from his failed attempts at studying had left him. Now he was wide awake and full of energy.

What was it Weiss had asked? How had he passed the entry exams to Beacon? The same way he got through most things - by cheating. He was a master at it. Criminals like Roman Torchwick would blush at his ability to bend the rules to his favour.

It all made sense now. The solution was staring at him right in the face. He couldn't study because he wasn't a studier. He was a cheater. He had always been a cheater. If he wanted to pass, he just needed to do a little more cheating.

And he knew exactly how he would do it.

"You're looking happy all of a sudden," Weiss noted. It had only just dawned on him that a small smile had formed on his face as he concocted his plan. Thankfully he hadn't gotten too excited, otherwise he could've been grinning like an idiot.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a bit better now," he said. There was nothing quite like the feel of a good plan. No wonder Ozpin had made him leader - his craftiness was unparalleled.

"Let me guess: you've finally discovered a way to pass without studying?" she sighed, sounding almost bored with the whole thing. If only she knew the genius going on all around her.

He smiled at her. "All you need to know is that I won't be failing anything."

"That's the spirit, Jaune," Pyrrha said encouragingly. "So are you ready to start taking your studies seriously? I'd be more than happy to help you."

So close, yet so far. No, he wouldn't be doing any studying to pass his exams. There was only one question he needed answering: how was he gonna cheat his exams and still get a good grade? And he had just figured out the solution.

Glynda Goodwitch had left the library, but their business together was far from over. He had to make sure what Pyrrha said was true about Goodwitch - or Glynda, as he'd soon be calling her - marking the exams. If it was, he could initiate phase one.

Yang said Goodwitch couldn't stand him? Well, maybe for the moment. But soon those feelings would change. Her feelings for him would change from annoyance to pure, unyielding lust and desire. She'd want to do anything to make him happy. Like, say… change his grades from D's to A+'s?

There was no other choice. It was the only way.

He was gonna seduce Glynda Goodwitch and make her boost his grades.

Chapter 1 is done, and chapter 2 should be nearly finished if my fever clears up.

I want this to be a short and snappy story, so expect regular updates with chapters that likely won't be as long as what I normally write.

As we can see, Jaune has correctly identified the easiest way to pass his exams. Will he succeed in his womanizing ways? How does Glynda hope to stand against the advancements of a smooth pimp-daddy like Jaune? Will Ruby ever ask about her silver eyes?

Find out next time on Exxxtra Credit.