Chapter 144 "Hand in the paper."

Edith wrote smoothly, but others who had not memorized it were miserable. Those who were introduced to pharmacy were okay, and could barely fill in a few blanks, but many people did not determine the direction of study until the third grade, and the knowledge points in their minds were limited to textbooks.

Faced with a test paper that was obviously a show of skill by the test maker, I could only grab my hair and write down a solution in anger.

"June Edward."

The student who was being stared at by the invigilator could not write a single word. He kept repeating the teacher's name over and over again, with a weird smile gradually appearing on his face: "Haaaah, June Edward——"

He seems crazy.

The invigilator silently took two steps back, and then two more steps back, until he had completely distanced himself from the boy.

So scary.

It turns out that students can really go crazy doing homework.

He took a long detour and returned to the podium through the gap at the side. Along the way, only two or three students successfully filled in more than half of the answers, while the rest were scratching their heads, and some simply gave up and turned to the back to do the big questions.

The invigilator leaned over to take a look. It wasn't too easy, and the student had some difficulty writing it, but at least it wasn't off-topic or weird, and gave the student a feeling that "I should be able to do it."

He felt a little relieved, thinking that this year's average score would not be too bad.

It’s difficult at the beginning but easy at the end, so what’s being tested is your mentality.

He sat back on the podium. His initial surprise was over. He could now immerse himself in the painful expressions of the examinees. Only Edith was still writing furiously. The invigilator squinted and saw that she had finished the first half of the dictation and was calculating the first question with the draft paper.

......sky.

This was Edith's first thought when she saw the math problem.

It doesn't look too difficult, but if you want to figure it out, you will definitely not be able to do it without filling up five pages of draft paper.

Where did you find such confusing numbers?

She gave up decisively, skipped all the calculation questions, and went straight to the final application.

The invigilator looked around, made sure everyone was looking at their papers, and nodded with satisfaction.

Since no one can write it, it doesn’t seem to matter whether cheating or not.

He was looking back, past Edith, but his peripheral vision caught a large blank space on the table, and he couldn't help lowering his head.

Edith had just turned over to write the first question, why did her hand suddenly move to the last page?

Written so quickly - eh? Empty?

The teacher frowned. Skip the question?

OK, skipping questions is also a test-taking strategy, but I should also skip the last two questions of Calculation...

The teacher's thoughts were scattered and he emptied his brain unconsciously. When he came to his senses, a row of arms stood up in front of him.

what happened!

He stood up in a panic: "What's wrong?"

The student he asked raised his head in despair and said, "Teacher, can we have more calculation paper?"

As soon as she spoke, the people behind her who were raising their arms all spoke up in unison: "Teacher, can we have more calculation paper?"

The invigilator had dry lips and kept glancing downward as he spoke soothing words.

The blank space of the student's first calculation problem in front of him was filled with dense characters, and the background color of the calculation paper at hand could not be seen clearly. The handwriting of the feather pen was not easy to dry, and the writing was dense. When the hand was wiped, the whole paper became gray.

She literally had nowhere else to write.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." The invigilator quickly handed out the second sheet of calculation paper, but most of the students still raised their arms, indicating that one sheet was not enough. The teacher could only continue to appease them, asking them to write first, and quickly ran out to borrow paper.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked out the door, she happened to see the teacher opposite her. She also poked her head out, and when she saw the invigilator's eyes light up, she asked first, "Does your class have any extra calculation paper?"

The invigilator looked numb: "I was just about to borrow it from you."

"Damn it!" The teacher opposite realized that the two classes were taking the same test paper. "Why is the test paper so tricky this time?"

"It was written by Edward." The invigilator held his forehead and didn't say anything else, but the person on the other side immediately understood what he meant.

Specially designed to torture students!

The two had no choice but to find the teacher who was patrolling and ask her to help borrow some paper. They then went back to the classroom and faced a room full of eager students, waving their hands and asking them to work on the next question first.

Finally, enough calculation paper was delivered. The teacher handed out five sheets to each student, and then sat back in his seat panting, only to see that there were only 40 minutes left.

Can you really finish it?

The invigilator had genuine doubts.

He closed his eyes weakly, and could probably guess why Professor Edward did this.

She looked down on those who were not from aristocratic families, so the dictation questions she gave were those that could only be answered through accumulation of experience; she didn't like Edith, a first-grader, so she gave calculation questions that could only be solved in time through proficiency in application.

The big questions themselves were quite difficult, so she didn't revise them and left them for the college.

"She probably just wanted to make Edith suffer a little, but she didn't expect to cause great harm to other students." The teacher shook her head. "Next year, the third grade will fall into her hands, and conflicts are bound to be unavoidable."

But he did have some peace.

Everyone was immersed in calculations, and there were fewer people screaming, crying, and tearing up papers.

He was drowsy again.

......

Edith used the edge of her calculation paper to absorb the last bit of ink from her quill.

She let go of her hands, counted five seconds to let the writing dry naturally, and looked up at the time.

Fifteen minutes left.

She still had two calculations left to do, but based on the data given in the question, fifteen minutes would only be enough to get a rough start.

To verify it, she picked up her pen and sorted out the formula. Looking at the long string that was densely packed and bent three times, she took a breath.

What a tricky formula, not only is it difficult to calculate, but it also can't be broken down in the middle. There's no way to divide it into steps, and if you finish calculating it halfway, you won't even get the process points.

She was sure that she couldn't get a higher score, so she stood up and knocked on the desk.

If you leave later, you might get stuck in traffic, so it’s better to get there first.

The teacher suddenly woke up, raised his head, and said in a daze: "Have you handed in the paper?"

As soon as his voice came out, there was a burst of gasps in the classroom. No matter whether the students were busy calculating or looking up, they all turned their heads and looked at the clock in front of the classroom.

Edith shook her head: "No, there are still fifteen minutes."

"Oh, haha, sorry." The teacher smiled awkwardly and clasped his hands in front of his chest. "Excuse me, student, what can I do for you?"

"carry out an assignment."

"......"

The teacher took two seconds to react: "Ah, what's wrong with your paper?"

"No problem, I just finished writing and wanted to turn it in."

There was a hissing sound behind him.

Seeing that the teacher didn't respond, Edith patiently added, "Fifteen minutes early, okay?"

"Ahhh, of course..." The teacher's eyes wandered, and he took the paper from Edith's hand and checked her name off the list: "Are you sure you don't want to check it again?"

"Um."

She walked out of the classroom despite being stared at from behind. Many people were whispering and smacking their lips, but they fell silent again after being scolded by the invigilator.

"Fifteen minutes." The teacher walked off the stage and took a quick look. The front of each student's paper was empty, but the back was frighteningly full. At first glance, it was impossible to find the answers.

"You have fifteen minutes to try to remedy the situation."

......

When Hedda and the others returned to the dormitory, Edith had already taken off her cloak and was sitting on the sofa, reading a book comfortably.

In winter, with a fireplace and a book that didn't require much thinking, she was so comfortable that she didn't even bother to study Hope.

"You're back so soon? I thought our exams ended at the same time." Hedda rushed over and put her arms around Edith's neck from the back of the sofa. "What are you looking at?"

Edith: "The adventure novels you hid."

Heda's face changed, and she rushed into the room, screaming: "My book!"

After Bell told Edith that she was still reading stories the night before the exam, he confiscated the entire basket of novels under her bed. She managed to save one and hid it under her pillow, but now when she touched it, it was empty.

"I'll return it to you after the exam." Edith chuckled and closed the cover. "Just focus on memorizing the book first."

"You look like you're in a good mood? How did you do in the exam?" Bell briefly assessed Edith's expression, raised his eyebrows, and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

Mu Lin put away her things and heard Bell's voice. She also walked out of the room with concern: "The third grade test paper should be difficult, right?"

"Well, there are a lot that I haven't learned. I left two questions blank and didn't write a single word." Edith said casually.

Now even Hedda in the room stopped howling.

Bell and Mulin in the public area didn't seem to expect this answer, and looked at each other: "...Fill in the blanks?"

"No, it's a math problem."

The two of them did not choose to take the potion course, so they could only look to Heda for help. Heda poked his head out of the room. Heda stood there blankly for a few seconds, nodded solemnly, and held up five fingers.

One math question is worth five points, two is worth ten. According to the third grade results in previous years, the first place in pharmacy must score at least 95 points.

Edith is definitely out of the running for first place.

Bell rubbed his teeth up and down, hating himself for talking so fast.

——Should have waited for Edith to bring it up.

Mu Lin also looked around nervously, as if trying to find a place to squeeze himself in.

"...It's okay. We're only first graders, and we're already pretty good." Hedda swallowed and stammered, trying to comfort Edith, "Don't think about anything after the exams. Let's go pick out our dresses for the ball!"

"No, I've finished the exam, but you haven't." Edith didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Don't relax. It's the last minute. You should memorize the lessons."

She knew that everyone had misunderstood. She didn't mean that the first graders didn't learn the third grade content, but that everyone present hadn't learned it... But she didn't want to explain that the test was difficult. She always felt that it sounded like an excuse to shirk responsibility, so she changed the subject casually, "I may have to go out tonight, so we won't have dinner together."

Bell and the others obviously misunderstood her meaning again, thinking that she wanted to find a place to cry for a while, and after hesitating for a moment, they nodded in agreement.

Heda said seriously: "Come back early, we are all here."

Edith: “…Thanks, OK.”

......

Edith walked out the door and then remembered that she forgot to bring her cloak. It was snowing outside, but it was not too cold, so she didn't care much. She walked out of the college on the wet stone slabs.

On the way, she happened to meet Tattle who was alone. He saw her from afar, walked over quickly to chat with her, and casually asked about the exam.

Edith answered truthfully.

Tuttle: "..."

His expression was exactly the same as Bell's, he pursed his lips and then opened them to comfort.

"It's really okay." Edith was a little helpless. "I've finished my exams. You still have some left. Go for it. Don't worry about me."

She waved her hand to send the other person away, walked to the front of the laboratory with her hands in her pockets, and knocked on the door.

Shelly's face appeared at the door. When he saw Edith, his expression softened for a moment: "Teacher? What's wrong?"

"I'm telling you to go to Mary's for dinner tonight." Edith raised her chin.