Chapter 641: I Asked You to Do Your Best, And You Got Full Marks? (1)

Translator: _Min_

The office was enveloped in silence.

A few professors stared at each other in disbelief.

What was happening?

It was already surprising that perfect scores in mathematics and literature had emerged from this round of the Seven Schools Joint Examination, but for them to be achieved by the same person?

Professor Chen was the first to recover, his face stern. “Achieving a perfect score in mathematics is particularly difficult. None of you should compete with me for this student. I assure you, with proper training, this person could secure a place in the international mathematical community.”

Professor Xu, with a background in classical Chinese studies, was indignant.

“What do you mathematicians know? The student wrote their essay in classical Chinese! How can we not cultivate such a talent in classical studies, especially when it’s in decline? We need such talents to carry on our heritage.”

The dispute between the two was relentless.

The teachers from the comprehensive and English groups were overwhelmed by the argument.

However, due to the insistent demands of the two professors, they had no choice but to return to their desks and resume grading exams.

But with over a hundred thousand students participating in the examination across the Great Xia Empire, even if they started grading now, it was a matter of luck whether they would come across this student’s exam.

“I say, Professors Chen and Xu, there’s really no need to rush, ” interjected a physics professor, adjusting his glasses. “With perfect scores in both mathematics and literature, it’s unlikely this student will score perfectly in comprehensive and English as well. There’s a limit to what one can excel in.” This statement was indeed truthful.

Professor Chen grumbled unhappily, “That’s not necessarily true. If this student is this good at math, their physics can’t be far behind. Just so we’re clear, don’t fight with me over the student when the time comes.”

The physics professor waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry, I won’t compete with you, Professor Chen.”

“By the way, how did Miss Qingwei do in the exam?” asked another teacher.

“She must have scored high, right?”

Professor Chen responded, “Yes, she did score high, but next to a perfect score, it’s not so impressive. There’s always someone better, as they say.”

Before the perfect exams were revealed, almost all the graders had thought Ji Qingwei was sure to take first place.

It seemed now that first place would go to someone else.

Professor Chen sighed. “After grading such an extraordinary paper, I can’t bring myself to grade any more. I’m going home to rest. Little Yang, Little Liu, you two continue.”

The two named individuals were left speechless.

Despite their grievances, the professors knew well that even if there were other high-scoring exams, none would surpass the owner of this perfect exam.

Before leaving, Professor Chen considerately ordered a round of espresso for the other graders to help them stay energized.

The day after the Seven Schools Joint Examination, it topped the trending searches.

Students commented bitterly about their experiences.

They had heard about the brutal difficulty of this exam before entering their final year of high school, but only after experiencing it firsthand did they understand the true meaning of torture.

[I almost fainted in the exam room. Why does physics have to be so hard?]

[I heard the physics question that capped this year’s test was adapted from this year’s international joint examination. It’s normal for it to be tough.]

[I bet no one scored over 120 in math.]

[Don’t make bets. Someone did score over 120. You might not know, but there’s a genius from the Ji family in Sijiu City. A true prodigy, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and also highly accomplished in scientific research from a young age. She participated in the Seven Schools Joint Examination last semester and scored 128 in math, with the second place at 106. See the difference.]

[Damn, a real all-rounder?]

[If we’re talking about all-rounders, it has to be Emperor Yin. Who else ascended the throne at fourteen, vanquished the feudal lords within two years, and excelled in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and even poetry. He was the true all-rounder!]

[The person above, comparing anyone to Emperor Yin is like comparing earth to the moon. If Emperor Yin had lived a couple more years and conquered the Western Continent, maybe I wouldn’t need to learn so much, laughing through tears.]

The discussion quickly shifted to Emperor Yin.

A leading figure for fifteen hundred years, his popularity was unsurpassed.

Just two days ago, news broke that Si Fuqing had participated in the Seven Schools Joint Examination, but so far, neither fans nor critics had focused much on this fact.

This morning, Si Fuqing had already returned to the film set.

Filming for “Crossing the Demon Realm” resumed with the final segments and several new actors joining.

During the lunch break, Sang Yanching approached. “Mr. Yu has arrived. Will you see him?”

Si Fuqing glanced at the notebook where he kept track of his grudges and stood up. “It’s time. I’ll meet him.” Sang Yanching was somewhat puzzled.

What time?

In the lounge, the man leaned back on the sofa, impeccably dressed in a suit as

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