Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 435: Picked Up the Wrong Test Paper

Chapter 435: Chapter 435: Picked Up the Wrong Test Paper

Xie Renyi and Yang Jingxian glared at her, having weathered great storms throughout their careers, they were psychologically prepared for anything—even if it meant facing a blank or entirely incorrect paper, they had steeled themselves.

How could they possibly faint!

Though Yun Yue didn’t allow them to stare at her, stealing glances wasn’t a problem; they sat in their seats watching her as she swiftly scribbled her answers.

Their eyes widened involuntarily; writing so quickly, how could it be a bit sloppy and unreliable?

Hearing their conversation, Yun Yue’s eyes shone with a hint of amusement as she grasped her pen and continued to fill the pages of the exam paper.

The mathematics and physics in university were a few notches harder than in high school, she had hardly used any draft paper for the multiple choice and fill-in-the-blank questions, it wasn’t until the computational problems that she began using rough drafts—but even then, they were to-the-point, with answers quickly jotted down after a cursory draft.

It took one and a half hours for mathematics, and one hour and fifty minutes for physics, but the allotted time for each of these exams was 150 minutes.

"Finished, take a look," Yun Yue said as she stood up and handed the papers over to the three Deans.

He Tingsong’s hands trembled with excitement as he received the set of papers; from the choice questions he’d seen earlier, it was apparent she was well-versed in medical knowledge.

After all, these papers were the level of Da Yi, and Professor Luo had handed them to her without meticulous inspection—not even indicating the level—and to his utter surprise, she had completed them!

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he could hardly have believed it.

Was this why his father wanted her in the D laboratory?

In that moment, He Tingsong wished he could arrange for her to join the D laboratory immediately; talents like her only appeared once in decades.

Professors from the Physics and Mathematics departments started to correct Yun Yue’s papers.

Those present were esteemed figures from their respective academic faculties, and from just the first few multiple choice questions, they knew this wasn’t a paper for Da Yi or Da Er students, but a Da Si-level paper!

To think a Da Si-level paper was enough, the multiple choice questions at the beginning were all correct!

"They’re right, actually all correct!"

"But how is this possible! These are Da Si-level papers!"

Professor Luo’s eyes widened in disbelief. Previously, he only glanced at the multiple choice questions, but now, having reviewed the entire paper, he was utterly astounded.

Not only was the handwriting neat, but the answers to the short questions were precise and insightful, some of which even left him feeling humbled.

"Dean Yang, are my old eyes deceiving me?" Professor Liu, nearly seventy years old now, rubbed his eyes, which weren’t sore, and adjusted his reading glasses as if experiencing an illusion.

Yang Jingxian gripped Yun Yue’s papers tightly, his voice faint, "Old Liu, do you have your blood pressure medication? I feel like I’m about to give out."

He had mentally prepared himself for every possible outcome, except for this one.

"Ah, not feeling well? Then, let Dean He have a look," Professor Liu’s hands shook with emotion as he called out, "Dean He, come quickly and help our Dean, he’s about to faint."

Xie Renyi scoffed disdainfully, teasing, "Old Yang, since when did you become so fragile? It’s just a paper, do you really need blood pressure medication?"

After his quip, he began to inquire with the two Physics professors; without his own reading glasses, he left the task of reviewing the papers to them.

"How did it go? Guess a few of the multiple choice questions correctly?" he asked, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, beside the two professors who seemed troubled. He comforted them, "It’s okay if not, after all, she’s a new student, let’s not set our expectations too high."

He Tingsong approached and pinched Yang Jingxian a few times, teasing him, "Mr. Yang, didn’t you prepare yourself mentally? It’s not good for someone of your age to get shocked like this."

Yang Jingxian glared at him, knowing he was just waiting to see his own embarrassment—he almost couldn’t catch his breath.

Xie Renyi, hearing He Tingsong’s words and seeing the two professors’ darkened expressions, mentally braced himself for the worst, telling himself it didn’t matter how poorly he did.

He calmly raised his thermos cup, planning to take a sip of chrysanthemum tea to calm his nerves.

The two professors stood up, their voices full of excitement, "Dean, she got everything right! Perfect score!"

"Pfft!" The tea Xie Renyi hadn’t swallowed sprayed out, throwing dignity to the wind, he glared at the two men, his voice rising, "What did you just say?!"

What do you mean she got everything right?

Perfect score?!

"She answered everything correctly!"

They couldn’t believe it themselves, but the papers were right there in front of them, making disbelief impossible!

Only then did Xie Renyi realize what they meant and he shook his head vehemently, "Impossible, impossible, she must have done this year’s college entrance exam, right?!"

Otherwise, how could she possibly get everything right on a university paper? They must have grabbed the wrong papers.

Seeing Xie Renyi’s reaction, Yang Jingxian felt a sense of satisfaction, leisurely took another sip of tea, and continued to observe his reaction.

"It’s not a high school paper, it’s a university paper, but indeed the wrong one was taken," the two professors’ hands trembled with excitement.

"Oh, so it’s that type of simple entrance exam paper. For her, a top-scorer in the college entrance exam, it’s not surprising to get everything correct," Xie Renyi seemed to still be trying to convince himself.

After all, a high school student with good grades would have early exposure to university knowledge. For someone as smart as Yun Yue, those introductory questions wouldn’t pose a challenge.

Just then, the director of academic affairs walked in, realizing the three sets of test papers on his desk were missing, "Hey, where are those three sets of test papers that were on my desk? Have you seen them?"

They were intended to assess the fourth-year students at the beginning of the semester to see how many had previewed the senior year courses during summer break.

The people in the office exchanged glances, their faces showing odd expressions.

Director Guan looked at them, "Mr. Yang, Elder Xie, Dean He, have you seen them?"

They were there before he left, but now they were gone.

After his words, his eyes swept to the papers in their hands—weren’t those the missing three sets?

"So, they are in your hands. Perfect, the three of you can take a look at these questions and see if their difficulty is appropriate for this senior year’s assessment exam. What do you think?"

Yun Yue sat in her seat, nonchalantly indulging in her laziness, not bothering to look at their expressions, as her game was about to reach completion.

"Pfft!" Xie Renyi sprayed out another mouthful of water, this time choking a bit, coughing a few times, and with an almost incredulous tone asked, "Senior assessment exam? Director Guan, are you sure you’re not mistaken?"

Isn’t this supposed to be a simple entrance exam for freshmen?

Just a moment ago, the two professors said that Yun Yue got them all right, scoring a perfect score. Could she really get everything correct on a senior level exam?

Director Guan gave him a strange look, took a glance at the test papers, and nodded seriously, "Yes, it’s the senior year assessment, no mistake. But to think you came up with the answers so quickly after just a short while away, truly, the efficiency of three deans is exceptional."

He had planned to ask them to work out the answers to this set, but before he could say anything, they had already finished it.

"Eh, why is the handwriting the same on all three papers?" He reexamined the papers and was dumbfounded—these professors’ handwriting was usually so flamboyant that you could hardly recognize it without a close look. The writing this time, though sloppy, was clear and neat, forceful and energetic.