I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 172 - 168: Semifinals 4

Chapter 172: Chapter 168: Semifinals 4

The massive display screen showed the answers on Qingran’s response board.

Since the competition rules required that the answering process must be written on the board, it was almost covered with densely packed writing.

The three response boards, other than having different numbers, were almost identical in every other way. Putting aside whether the answers were correct or not, just the neatness of the handwriting and the tidiness of the presentation were something many students couldn’t achieve even with their eyes wide open.

The entire venue was silent for a full five seconds, then suddenly erupted with cheers and whistles that not even security could suppress.

Mixed within those sounds were—

"Junior Sister is so impressive, impressive, impressive!"

"Junior Sister, come to F University next year, F University will always welcome you!!!"

"Holy shit, am I seeing this right? Junior Sister writes better than me even with her eyes closed?!"

"My God! A sister who’s got the looks, the figure, the grades, and even good handwriting—I’ve only ever seen that on TV, okay? Who is it? Who sent this Junior Sister to me??? Wuuu..."

"Me too, I bear no grudge against Junior Sister, why does she always remind me that I’m useless? Nevertheless, I really like the Junior Sister who reminds me I’m useless!!!"

...

Not to mention others, even Old Wu felt that the sound of "Junior Sister, Junior Sister" was all around his ears.

If they were cheering for someone else, Old Wu would definitely find it noisy, but since it was for his student, the feeling was completely different when it echoed in his ears.

Old Wu even turned his head to look at the expression of the teacher from City No.1 High School next door, the fat professor looked at the big screen, his normally squinted eyes due to corpulence were now a bit wider.

It seemed that she couldn’t believe someone could write such neat and tidy script without looking at the textbook, and she even rubbed her eyes again.

Ha! Old Wu felt that the pent-up anger in his heart had finally been released. Never mind that in recent years, City No.1 High School had never scored higher than F High in academic achievement, but how many from City No.1 High School could write such neat and well-organized script without looking, like Li Qingran?

Now they were all high school students, not to mention anything else, but knowing how to read expressions was still possible; after looking at the big screen, no one was asking questions to the teachers anymore.

The girl sitting next to Bai Wenxing looked somewhat embarrassed, and it took her a long time to say, "There really are people who can write that... that..."

She could not continue mid-sentence. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, just because of jealousy, may belittle others a bit, but when faced with a rebuttal, there would still be some embarrassment.

As expected, Bai Wenxing just smiled gently and did not say anything, looking up intently at Qingran’s answer on the big screen.

On the stage, Qingran was calm, fluidly answering several questions posed by Professor No.3.

After Qingran’s response, Professor No.3’s expression showed rare approval, and the normally stern-looking professor smiled appreciatively: "It’s quite rare to find a patient and encouraging parent like your mother nowadays, but it’s precisely your mother’s encouragement that allows one to save a tenth of the time in learning compared to others."

Next was whether Qingran’s answers were all correct. Neat and tidy handwriting on the response board was useless, the most crucial part was the answers to the three questions.

A few teachers from other schools were already gathered together, bustling with discussion. They hadn’t calculated the problems shown on the big screen just now, so they had no idea if Qingran’s answers were correct either.

As teachers, they naturally hoped that the students answered everything correctly, but as competitors, it was not that simple.

At this stage, they really wished that all of Qingran’s answers were wrong. The female student on stage already impressed several professors with her multitasking and blind writing skills, and if her answers were also all correct...

The hard work of studying was not without reward, as Qingran’s answers to the three questions were all undoubtedly correct.

At the moment of learning that all the answers were correct, the young girl on stage merely curved the corners of her lips as usual, as if everything had been within her expectations.

The spotlight on her, the confident girl seemed to radiate dazzling brilliance.

After the answers were announced, another wave of cheers rose from the audience, the cheers from competitive peers were few, but the cheers from the upperclassmen at F University for this Junior Sister were genuine.

Aside from the fact that the hastily produced answers were correct, just the poise and clarity of thought during the answers already made several professors look at each other and nod in mutual recognition.

"It’s over!" said the fat professor.

Lin Zhou looked at the fat professor, not understanding what he meant. The fat professor spread his hands: "Q University and B University obviously want to snatch her from us, and if it really comes to raiding, our school wouldn’t stand a chance."

Therefore, the two professors from F University sitting here might ultimately only be able to pick up those who Q University and B University aren’t interested in... the leftovers.

"Not necessarily," Lin Zhou wrote down an extremely high score next to the name Li Qingran on his scoring card, as he looked down.

He always felt that there was a good chance Li Qingran would choose F University, even though he didn’t know where this inexplicable premonition came from.

The fat professor also wrote down the score on his scoring card, misunderstanding Lin Zhou’s intention: "Do you think this girl has little chance of getting through the finals?"

Now Lin Zhou began to ignore him again.

Wow! This kid.

The fat professor shook his head with a smile.

Knowing that all of the questions she answered were correct, Qingran also let out a sigh of relief in her heart. If she hadn’t passed this rematch, she wouldn’t have been too upset.

But having passed, deep down she was quite happy.

The professors did not ask the question that everyone sitting below was most eagerly anticipating: why was Qingran zoning out at such a critical moment?

After looking at Qingran’s answers, that professor from Q University asked to see Xie Ying’an’s response board again.

Xie Ying’an had set the record for completing the questions the fastest twice in a row, especially this time, his response board had fallen to the ground and wasted time.

The professors’ eyes were naturally sharp, and why Xie Ying’an’s response board fell, the several professors sitting had a good idea, and it was precisely because they knew this that they felt the student’s willingness to help was extremely commendable.

Not only did he have good grades, but he also seemed eager to help others. Such students with noble character were of course in high demand.

Xie Ying’an, following the sequence, placed his response board on the scanner, and as soon as Qingran’s display was turned off, his responses showed on the screen.

The Q University professor was not surprised that the answers from the fastest completed responses were all correct.

This time, the upperclasswomen from F University were not as crazy as before, because photos of the wolfish younger brother who took sneak shots had already been circulated in their school; they were somewhat aesthetically fatigued by now.

When Xie Ying’an’s questions were finished, no other professors posed questions to the student on stage like before—they started to check the answers from number one in an orderly fashion.

Qingran slightly leaned forward to glance in the direction of number one, who was Yang Xuetin...

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