Chapter 639: Someone Insane Appeared in the Seven Schools Joint Examination! (1)

Translator: _Min_

In the ten-year history of the Seven Schools Joint Examination, there had never been a perfect score in mathematics.

Even university students majoring in mathematics wouldn’t dare claim they could achieve a perfect score.

Yet now, here was one.

Trembling, a teacher moved his gaze to the answer sheet displayed on the left side of the screen.

The last three questions were answered thoroughly, leaving no room to deny full marks.

The ditticulty ot the math exam increased With each question, so it the most challenging problems were answered correctly, the earlier ones would likely be correct as well.

Moreover, the multiple-choice questions were graded by machine, making errors even less likely.

It truly was a perfect score!

“Has Miss Ji Qingwei really achieved a perfect score after more than half a year?” a teacher exclaimed in shock. “The Ji family hasn’t changed her tutors, yet her improvement is too rapid, isn’t it?”

“No, no, this style of answering is bold, not Ji Qingwei’s paper. This handwriting doesn’t look like hers,” Professor Chen adjusted his glasses. “Look at the formulas this person used, unconventional yet brilliant, even I hadn’t thought of them. Well done! Truly well done!”

His continuous exclamations revealed his excitement.

The teachers around him were even more astonished.

Did this mean a new academic prodigy had emerged in this years Seven Schools Joint Examination?

“I’ve graded Miss Ji’s exam,” a female teacher spoke up at that moment. “Look, this handwriting is definitely hers, more delicate.”

She projected the exam onto the screen. The total score was written on the right.

125.

If not for the perfect score paper in Professor Chen’s hands, Ji Qingwei’s 125 points would have once again astounded the math group.

But placed before 150 points, 125 was far from impressive.

Not to mention 125 points; even 149 points paled in comparison to a perfect 150.

During the grading process, names, exam numbers, and other information were sealed. Only after all subjects were graded and total scores calculated would the details be revealed.

Professor Chen let out a slow breath, unsure whether to cry or laugh. “I was hoping for a good night’s sleep tonight…”

But this perfect score had completely banished his drowsiness, leaving him invigorated.

His colleagues teased him.

“Professor Chen, losing a night’s sleep over a math genius is worth it, right?”

“Tomorrow, we must urge the Comprehensive and English groups to grade faster. I’m very curious to see who managed to score perfectly.”

“It’s probably not from Great Xia University Affiliated Middle School. I know the top five students of this cohort there, and their scores are around 110.”

Professor Chen nodded. “We should hurry them. Finding this person early would also allow us to recruit them in advance.”

With such strength in mathematics, their science scores wouldn’t be far behind. He needed to prepare early.

Next door, the literature group was also feverishly grading exams.

The Seven Schools Joint Examination held four times a year, with literature exams by national studies professors from Great Xia University and several senior scholars from the Heaven Earth Alliance.

Naturally, the difficulty was formidable.

But literature, focusing more on comprehension, offered easier scoring opportunities than mathematics, as long as the direction was correct.

This time, the poetry appreciation was particularly challenging, with many students scoring only one or two points.

“Miss Ji is still impressive,” the teacher who graded Ji Qingwei’s exam remarked. “The poem by Wen Changyi, only recently discovered and studied by several masters of national studies, her insights are profound.”

Ji Qingwei’s handwriting, in regular script, bore a resemblance to the style of Liu Nanzhan, a famous calligrapher of the Great Xia Dynasty era.

It was instantly recognizable.

“Miss Ji is truly remarkable, achieving full marks in such a challenging reading comprehension,” another teacher leaned over. “Her score should be higher than last time.”

Though Ji Qingwei rarely left her home, the teachers at Great Xia University knew her well.

The Ji family had stated that by June of the following year at the latest, Ji Qingwei’s health would fully recover.

Great Xia University had directly offered her a spot in their direct Ph.D.

program, though without much expectation.

After all, Ji Qingwei was set to participate in the International Joint Examination, and a good ranking there could attract attention from international research organizations.

But Great Xia University still hoped she would stay within the Great Xia Empire.

“Indeed, she might score up to 135,” the grading teacher nodded, flipping the page, then paused, “Eh, why didn’t she write the essay?

The last time Ji Qingwei participated in the Seven Schools Joint Examination, the same teacher graded her exam.

It was the only perfect score.

It had been included in Great Xia University’s National Studies Hall.

The grading teacher had been looking forward to what astonishing work Ji Qingwei would produce this time.

But the essay section was blank.

“Given her frail health and the large volume of literature material, she probably didn’t finish,” another teacher speculated. “The Ji family had several doctors visit recently. Ah, it’s a pity, such a talented young lady with such poor health..”