Why so handsome?

Is he looking down on the Gemini of our Haijing district?

Brothers of the Four Sects, let's show him what we're made of.

Of course, he wasn't trying to show off. After finding his seat, he sat down like everyone else.

"Their school uniforms look so much better. They're all suits. Even though the girls have to wear trousers, it's still better than our baggy tracksuits," Qiu Meng complained.

Chen Yuan chimed in, "Yeah, they're ugly and poor quality. The clothes fade after washing them a few times. He Hongtao must have pocketed the money for the uniforms."

"Don't go spreading rumors..."

As expected of the inner disciples of Class Three, they held the Sect Leader of the Eleven Sects in such high regard.

"Then I'll head over."

"Okay."

After Qiu Meng came over and chatted with him for a few words, she went back. Chen Yuan thought she was returning to her seat, but she went to another Eleventh High School boy to chat.

Well, she's quite a cheerful girl.

Also, a girl who's very strong in geometry.

Because Chen Yuan just heard her inner voice [It would be great if there were more geometry problems].

It can only be said that this classroom is full of talents and powerhouses.

If I were to use my full strength, the Dao might be obliterated!

Of course, I mainly want to copy the ninjutsu of the four Yizong masters and five Sizong masters.

Among them, the Gold Standard Sizong masters are particularly worth listening to.

Before that, Chen Yuan needed to do something extremely energy-consuming.

Supporting his forehead with his hand, he closed his eyes and amplified everyone's inner voices in his mind, then identified them one by one to match their real voices.

Full power, activate!

This move doesn't consume enough energy to activate Tsukuyomi.

In just a few minutes, Chen Yuan felt deeply exhausted.

After matching everyone's voices in his mind, he relaxed his mind and rested as much as possible.

In Qiu Meng's eyes, this tall, aloof boy was organizing his thoughts because he was too nervous.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be meditating with his eyes closed in this kind of situation.

Although it's a bit impolite to say this in her heart, Qiu Meng does have a stereotype of Class 18.

Only one girl in this class is in the top 100, making it a parallel class ranked about third from the bottom in the second year.

And Chen Yuan is obviously a boy, so she ruled out the possibility of him being in the top 100.

The reason he's participating in the competition is probably because each class in the parallel class has two places, so it's out of necessity.

Whatever, why should I care about others?

I want to get into the main competition and win second place in the province!

Those who only participate in the first test can't advance to the National Competition. The highest prize they can get is second place in the province.

It seems her ambition is not just to get extra points for the college entrance examination, but also to compete at a high level.

But Chen Yuan doesn't care.

I just need to get points.

While waiting, the invigilator entered the examination room.

1:55.

When the clock above turned to this time, the broadcast sounded.

The invigilator opened the sealed test paper in front of the camera, and then handed it out to the students in the examination room one by one.

"You can't start writing now, you can review the questions," the invigilator sternly reminded.

Lowering his head, Chen Yuan quickly entered the state.

He browsed through the questions at an extremely fast speed, spending two minutes.

Then he went back and reviewed the questions he knew how to do, which were the basic questions he frantically studied when Xia Xinyu was away yesterday.

I can do this question, Xia Xinyu taught it.

I can do this question too, it needs calculation, I just need to bury my head and write, I can definitely figure it out.

I can do this one too, it's not difficult, it's a score I can get.

This one... is a bit complicated, let's leave it for now.

Forget it, let it go.

As the bell rang, the official answering began, and Chen Yuan also picked up his pen, circled all the questions he could write, and quickly calculated the scores of these questions.

43.

Great, more than a third.

And the remaining questions are worth a total of 77 points.

Everyone started doing the questions, and their inner voices echoed in Chen Yuan's mind.

But five minutes into the exam, Chen Yuan hadn't written a single stroke.

But adding the five minutes of reading the paper and the five minutes of memory, he had already memorized all the questions in his mind.

Then, he hovered his pen over the questions that were not circled, that is, those he couldn't be sure of getting right.

Activating full power was already his limit.

But competition is about surpassing one's own limits.

Ten times Kai... ah, no, ten times full power activate!

That's right, what Chen Yuan is going to do now is to gather everyone's inner voices, match them to the people who are doing the question, and among these people, Chen Yuan specially selects the strong ones above Jonin level through prior knowledge.

Of course, it would be best if there were Kage-level strengths.

But if not, there's no way.

At this time, Chen Yuan is facing a challenge that is ten times more difficult than writing a thousand-word number that day.

Although it's not like finding a needle in a haystack, taking Yan Liang's head from among a million soldiers, it's also as difficult as Blitzcrank hooking Teemo from among Sion, Titan, Malphite, and Mundo.

In this way, Chen Yuan used his ability to listen to inner voices to prioritize the difficult questions, or those that he wouldn't be able to do without a reference answer.

In turn, he switched three possession targets.

When it came to a geometry question, he stopped slightly. None of the eight masters of the Four Sects and the One Sect were doing this question.

Should I skip it?

No, it will disrupt the rhythm.

I've got it, Qiu Meng's voice.

Our prodigy from the Eleven Sects!

Believe in her.

Following Qiu Meng's thoughts, Chen Yuan successively solved three geometry problems. Then, while she was thinking, he didn't waste a second and quickly went back.

In this way, as time passed, the highly focused Chen Yuan solved the difficult problems that hadn't been circled one by one.

*Pa-嗒.*

A drop of sweat heavily dripped onto the test paper, making a crisp sound.

The sound was so loud that a student from First High School next to him couldn't help but be attracted by his vision. Looking at Chen Yuan, who was quite tired, he was a little confused.

In fact, the questions in the preliminary examination, or the first test, were not difficult for him at all, so he really couldn't understand other people's desperate efforts.

Of course, the math competition is ultimately a toy for prestigious schools. Unless they are the top students in Eleventh High School, they are still not competitive with them.

Instead of paying attention to this person, it's better to look at the student from Class One of Fourth High School.

Slightly turning his gaze, he saw that person placing his hands on his legs, looking at the question peacefully, not even using scratch paper. After thinking for a while, he nodded to himself and wrote the answer on the answer sheet.

How many steps and calculations did this guy skip...

Could he get a perfect score?

Although it's a preliminary test, there are also national finals-level problems in it.

Looking up at the clock above the invigilator's head, the time was 13:43, and the score he has now should be ninety.

The preliminary round doesn't have awards. As long as you pass the score, you can pass. So getting a high score is useless.

Based on the difficulty judgment, this year's simple questions are a little simpler, and the passing score should be at 91, 92.

Even if I hand in the paper now, there is a 50% chance of passing.

Well, to be on the safe side, let's get 105 and hand in the paper early.

Why work so hard in the preliminary round? Even if you get a perfect score, it won't help the next round.

Besides, there's the second test for candidates who want to participate in the National Competition tomorrow morning. Let's leave the brain to myself tomorrow.

Fourth High School candidate from Class One, see you in the provincial competition.

Continuing, he began to solve the problems one by one.

After doing a complicated problem, he relaxed his muscles and bones a little and twisted his neck. Then he accidentally discovered that the expression on the face of the Eleventh High School boy next to him didn't seem so tired anymore.

He looked nervous and focused just now.

But now, he's becoming more and more comfortable, writing smoothly, and those exaggerated drops of sweat no longer penetrate the draft paper.

Just as he was distracted and observing, the Eleventh High School boy suddenly put down his pen and looked up at the invigilator.

Then, he raised his head and brushed his hands from his ears, completely lifting his bangs up, revealing his three-dimensional features.

Even though the curtains were drawn in the room, for some reason, this boy seemed to be bathed in a ray of sunlight, exuding a healthy and refreshing temperament. I have to say...

So handsome.

No, why am I paying attention to this?

Write the question, write the question, it's past two o'clock, hand in the paper in another ten minutes...

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, the Eleventh High School boy stood up.

This scene surprised more than just him.

Almost everyone in the classroom turned their attention to him.

Even the Fourth High School Class One student, who had been doing the questions quietly, slowly raised his head and looked at him.

Qiu Meng, who was fighting fiercely with a difficult problem, was even more frightened.

Is Chen Yuan going to?

He's going to hand in the paper early!

The First High School buddy who had been paying attention to him just realized that Chen Yuan wasn't showing off for no reason just now...

This is the settlement screen for the victory of the math competition!

"Student, what are you doing?"

Because it was too early, the invigilator asked in confusion.

"Teacher, I'm handing in the paper."

The process of handing in the paper early in the competition is different. The students put it on the table and wait for the teacher to collect it. So Chen Yuan put the cap on the pen, got up, and left the classroom directly.

And the moment he stepped out of the classroom, he picked up his bag that was placed outside and ran away directly.