Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 285 - 50 (End of this Volume)_5

Chapter 285: Chapter 50 (End of this Volume)_5

The words were very tactful and polite, but everyone present unconsciously held their breath.

Seeing is believing, and despite the big show, it ultimately comes down to proof on this matter; that’s also the school’s intention.

These test papers, freshly devised by all subject group teachers, were immune to leaking, so the scores were absolutely genuine and valid.

Li Zhiyuan sat down, picked up the pen, and began answering the questions.

Originally, the school and district leaders had planned to watch for a while longer before stepping out for a cigarette, since the multitude of subjects could take who knows how long even if selectively answered.

But soon, everyone was stunned.

The first subject Li Zhiyuan tackled was math, writing down answers almost without thinking, a curious phenomenon where his hands were still writing the previous question while his gaze had already shifted to the next.

None present were illiterate, but who had seen a math test answered with the speed of writing as the limiting factor?

Actually, Li Zhiyuan did this deliberately.

He knew he had to perform well enough to ensure a more relaxed and unconstrained academic life ahead, without academic concerns interfering with his Corpse gathering.

After completing the math paper, Li Zhiyuan continued with the physics paper.

Wu Xinhao voiced the spectators’ thoughts: "Quick, grade it."

The math teachers began correcting the papers, their red ticks swiftly applied.

The onlookers awaited the appearance of an "×," but it never came.

And the ticking math teachers also felt waves of shock, aware that although the form of their test mimicked college entrance exams, the difficulty far exceeded regular entrance tests, which had tiered questions, including giveaway and advanced questions to pull scores apart.

Their set of papers couldn’t be photocopied for the senior year students, as it might disastrously stress them out.

The math group leader told the school leaders and district officials, "All correct."

Actually, there were minor issues, like the use of non-high school methods on two problem-solving questions, which might deduct points during grading, but such flaws were trivial and not worth mentioning at this point; a simple reminder would suffice, no more complicated than the usual admonition to students to not forget to write "Solution" on a test.

Relief spread across Wu Xinhao and other school leaders’ faces as they shook hands with the district officials; the weight was finally lifted from their hearts.

Teachers inhaled sharply in disbelief. Having completed just one set of math questions, any professional knew fully well what it signified.

A young teacher joked, "If I taught him, would teaching other students afterward be dull by comparison?"

Some teachers laughed, while others couldn’t help but retort, "Does he even need your teaching?"

After speedily finishing physical and chemical papers, Li Zhiyuan proceeded with the others.

With no one intervening or dissuading, if he wished to complete them all, everyone was eager to witness the entire outcome.

He answered the Chinese paper earnestly, composing a well-structured and beautifully worded standardized essay according to the prompts.

In short, ensuring no subject was neglected, so he could freely take leave from any class.

The only part skipped was the English listening, not by Li Zhiyuan’s choice, but suggested by the English teachers themselves, watching his answer speed, not wanting to delay everyone’s time with the playback.

After finishing all, Li Zhiyuan put down his pen and massaged his wrist; Wu Xinhao saw this and personally reached out to help.

While the questions weren’t mentally taxing, they were hand-cramping, a drop in the ocean compared to analyzing Feng Shui patterns himself.

The papers were quickly graded, and even for the composition, the Chinese group of teachers couldn’t find faults; his writing was not only fast but genuinely beautiful.

Many teachers removed their glasses to wipe them, deeply experiencing what a true genius child’s shock was all about today.

Tan Yunlong remained the calmest person in the room, unbothered about the boy’s school entrance test, as the boy had already stunned him several times with murder cases.

Principal Wu bent down, smiling, and said, "Come, Xiao Yuan, let me introduce you to a few of our outstanding senior year class teachers."

Such a student must be entrusted to an experienced and qualified class teacher.

Well, Principal Wu had no idea what qualifications and experience meant to the boy right now.

Li Zhiyuan turned back to look at Tan Yunlong and asked, "Uncle Tan, which class is Brother Binbin in?"

Tan Yunlong wanted to laugh but held it in.

Then he glanced toward his son’s class teacher, Sun Qing, an old acquaintance.

Other students’ parents would be lucky to meet the class teacher once during the school year’s parent-teacher conferences. Thanks to his son’s introductions, he almost met monthly.

Sometimes he worried about gossip from frequent visits, taking turns with his wife.

"Xiao Yuan, about choosing classes..."

Li Zhiyuan did not wait for Principal Wu to finish, but stood up and approached the youthful Sun Qing.

"Hello, teacher, I’ll be in your care from now on."

After speaking, Li Zhiyuan bowed to Sun Qing.

"Teacher, what’s your surname?"

Tan Yunlong cut in, "Sun Qing, Teacher Sun."

Sun Qing cast a grateful look at Tan Yunlong.

"Teacher Sun, let’s head back to class," Li Zhiyuan extended his hand, holding onto Teacher Sun’s.

He saw nothing wrong with it, a privilege earned by his abilities, so why not use it?

The several qualified class teachers were still in shock when Wu Xinhao, the first to snap out of it, joked, "Teacher Sun, Xiao Yuan is our school’s treasure, this is your assignment from the school, you must take good care of him."