Chapter 32
On this day, the betting post was pushed to the top by a new message.
"Ji Zhixing's policy score is 66 points."
Wow, it flew by at such a low altitude, that number is amazing!
"How did the people upstairs know? The results haven't been released yet!"
"Don't ask, the answer is that poor graduate students are helping their advisors who have left school for Beijing to grade papers."
What about Ji Zhixing's grades in other subjects?
"I don't know about that. I only changed the policy; the other subjects were probably changed by the teachers."
"Ji Zhixing's typing speed is impressive; he can still write a policy with a score of 66 in an hour."
"However, this means that he may have only written a little bit of the questions in his other subjects."
"I think I'll spend about 30 minutes on the strategy questions, and about 30 minutes on the other questions as well. Oh no, I'm doomed."
"In that situation, you probably wouldn't be able to calm down and think. Besides, how long does it take to solve a problem? You might as well just fill in all the things you've memorized."
How many points did Fan Yongjie get in the policy section?
"Let me check, it's 92 points."
"Wow, that's 26 points more than Ji Zhixing now."
"With the other three subjects added, I conservatively estimate that Fan Yongjie will score more than 200 points higher than Ji Zhixing this time."
"The score difference can't be that exaggerated, can it? Aren't there 11 other subjects?"
"Even if Ji Zhixing gets full marks in all 11 subjects, Fan Yongjie is no pushover either. His grades in his freshman year were mostly in the 80s and 90s."
"There's no suspense anymore; the outcome is already decided."
"That's all, everyone can go now."
"Watch, I need to see the watch!"
While everyone was discussing which watch Ji Zhixing would give to Fan Yongjie, Fan Yongjie was also happily calculating how to secure a higher-priced watch for himself from the ten available options.
With the help of the forum, Ji Zhixing agreed to put up a watch as a wager. He was too reserved at the time and didn't agree with Ji Zhixing on which watch he wanted.
This time Ji Zhixing lost. If he keeps dragging his feet and refuses to give him the watch, he can't just go and ask for it directly; that would be too undignified. He'll go to the forum later, use that newly registered alt account to make a scene, and ask the forum's onlookers to give him another helping hand.
However, even if Ji Zhixing is willing to accept defeat, the watch he produces will undoubtedly be the cheapest one. How can he create momentum to get Ji Zhixing to produce a more expensive watch?
He didn't want to think about the three watches worth tens of millions. Putting himself in Ji Zhixing's shoes, he figured Ji Zhixing wouldn't be willing to part with them even if he was criticized to death on the forum. But seven watches worth millions—one or two million, or seven or eight million—were still millions. He had to carefully consider his options; he didn't want to only get the one worth a little over a million.
With no one from the Fan family present, Fan Chuanshuo had gone to Beijing to pull strings and secure projects. Fan Yongjie was completely letting loose, muttering strange laughs all the time, utterly caught in a blissful predicament.
...
Qiu Lan and a dozen other classmates who had attended Ji Zhixing's tutoring classes discussed it and decided to treat Ji Zhixing to a meal together.
Although the results haven't been released yet, the points Ji Zhixing mentioned during the exam appeared multiple times. It's safe to say that while they might not get high scores, passing shouldn't be a problem. Even if they fail one or two subjects, their overall performance will be far better than before.
So, taking advantage of the last few days when everyone was off from class, they thought they should at least express their gratitude to Ji Zhixing for his help.
Giving money or gifts among classmates is too cliché; the best way is to have a meal together.
Ji Zhixing readily accepted the invitation. During his freshman year, he was so caught up in the daily grind that he had no time for relaxed interactions with his classmates. Although he now willingly spends most of his time studying, occasional relaxation is still necessary.
The location was "Come and Grill" outside the school. The 18 people sat down at two tables. No one said any mushy words of thanks. They would just drink together later and it would all be in the alcohol.
As the dishes were served one after another, everyone chatted and laughed, and inevitably the topic of exams came up. Qiu Lan quickly interrupted the conversation: "Hey, the exams are all over, why talk about such a depressing thing! Eat, eat!" He said, while giving a wink.
Everyone shuddered, remembering Ji Zhixing's misfortunes, and fell silent. Terrible! How could things be so bad? Ji Zhixing might have failed even more than Kobe and the others this time.
Uh, Ji Zhixing felt that everyone was being a little too considerate of his feelings. Just as he was about to say something, his phone rang.
He answered, "Hello. Delivery? I haven't ordered anything recently, did you dial the wrong number?"
The courier said on the phone that the package was delivered by his family and emphasized that the recipient must sign for it in person.
Ji Zhixing suddenly remembered that he still hadn't claimed his meal card reward. However, the fact that the meal card was delivered by courier gave him a bad feeling…
"Excuse me, can I leave it at the Cainiao Station first? I need to sign for it. Okay, I'll leave it at 'Lai Kao Ba', which is 200 meters east of the school gate."
A short while later, a man over 180cm tall stood at the store entrance holding a box and looking around.
Ji Zhixing's unease intensified upon seeing his attire. Black suit, white gloves, and considering the courier's mention of Jing Dong on the phone earlier—could this be the legendary Jing Zun Da?
Jingzun Express is a high-end logistics service launched by Jingdong a few years ago. Its selling point is "low-key yet sophisticated." The deliverymen and women all wear black suits and white gloves and drive new energy vehicles to designated locations for delivery. Of course, the service fee is not small either.
Ji Zhixing stood up to greet him, his heart pounding with anxiety. A good horse needs a good saddle; the meal card the system had requested from Jing Zun Da was definitely not the university cafeteria card he had anticipated.
With his standard smile, Jing Zunda confirmed Ji Zhixing's identity and handed him the box, asking him to inspect the goods on the spot.
"Can I just sign it? No need to check the goods." He really didn't know what he would find if he opened the box on the spot, so he decided to go back to his dorm and figure it out later.
"Sorry, but if possible, please inspect the goods on the spot." Jing Zunda's smile revealed the persistence of a working person.
Ji Zhixing didn't want to make things difficult for him, so he started unpacking the box in front of him. He thought to himself, "It's such a small box, surely Godzilla won't be inside."
With a ripping sound, Ji Zhixing lost control of his strength, and the box was torn open, its contents spilling out and piling up at his feet.
Ji Zhixing looked down and saw that they were all cards.
Jing Zun Da immediately squatted down to pick them up, and he quickly joined in.
After tidying up and signing the papers, Ji Zhixing watched Jing Zun Da leave before finally having time to look at the cards.
The top one reads "Dongting Banquet VIP Card".
Ji Zhixing had heard of Dongting Banquet; it had become famous for its extravagance. The restaurant was set on a painted boat, and everything from the furnishings and tableware to the ingredients and prices exuded one word—extravagance!
The next card reads "Zhiweiguan VIP Card". This restaurant is ranked second only to Dongtingyan in a well-known review post.
Ji Zhixing looked at several cards in a row; they were all VIP cards from various restaurants. He roughly counted them and there were about a hundred of them.
Ji Zhixing couldn't help but ask, "System, do these cards only represent VIP status, or do they have stored value?"
Of course, there are stored-value accounts.
"So... exactly how much money was pre-deposited?"
[Pre-deposit details have been sent to the system backend. Please check!]
He suddenly didn't want to watch anymore...
After thinking about it, I couldn't resist clicking on it. As soon as I saw a row of zeros, my vision went black. How long would it take to finish eating this?
[The host will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of their life.]
Not just in this lifetime, but if he could live until the earth turned to dust, he wouldn't have to worry about food and drink...
Ji Zhixing felt exhausted. Why were his great-grandchildren so keen on such extravagant spending habits? He himself was clearly very simple and frugal!
He struggled to ask the system, "Can I exchange it for other rewards? A cafeteria meal card would be fine too!" Although he couldn't possibly eat all of this money even if he converted it into a cafeteria meal card, the money on the card could be refunded!
[There's a meal card; it's right at the bottom.]
Ji Zhixing flipped through the card and sure enough, he saw the words "Guangling University Cafeteria" on the front.
"Can all the others be exchanged for cafeteria cards?"
【No, this is a gift pre-set by your great-grandchildren. The system doesn't have permission to change it.】
"But these restaurants are scattered all over the place, and I can't possibly eat everywhere!"
[There are also meal cards for restaurants near the school. As for restaurants that are farther away, the host can request air freight or delivery.]
"This kind of upscale restaurant doesn't offer delivery service!"
"It will happen." The system's mechanical voice carried a nonchalant certainty.
Ji Zhixing didn't want to know why this was the case. He felt there was a very deep generation gap between himself and his great-grandson, and he finally truly understood what it felt like to be an ancestor...
Back at the dining table, everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to the box in Ji Zhixing's hand.
Someone couldn't help but ask, "Zhixing, are you having bank cards delivered to your home?" He had seen all sorts of black, gold, and opulent red cards from afar.
"Huh? No, no, it's just a meal card." If word got out that it was a bank card, it would attract a lot of attention.
Seeing that everyone seemed a little skeptical, Ji Zhixing simply dumped the cards from the box onto the table: "Look, they're all restaurant cards, not a single bank card."
Sitting next to Ji Zhixing, Qiu Lan glanced to the side and exclaimed, "Damn! Dongting Banquet! You need at least a million yuan in advance to get a black card like that." A quick glance at the other cards revealed a variety of restaurants and eateries, spread across every province and major city in the country. It was safe to say that Ji Zhixing could find food wherever he went.
How afraid his family must be that he'll starve to death? Qiu Lan wondered.
The others were secretly astonished by the pile of cards; Ji Zhixing's family was far too extravagant!
...
Within a few days, the teachers had finished grading all the final exam papers. On the day the results were released, the School of Physics held its last school-wide meeting of the semester.
The dean sat in the middle of the podium, with counselors from the four grades of the Physics Department sitting on either side.
The dean began by routinely emphasizing holiday safety precautions: "Students, a busy and stressful semester has come to an end, the winter break is approaching, and the Spring Festival is just around the corner. I hope everyone will strengthen their safety awareness during the holidays..."
The dean was speaking eloquently on the stage, while the students from the School of Physics sitting below were all urging him to finish his useless talk and quickly announce the results of the final exam scholarship evaluation.
In fact, everyone's final grades have already been sent to their personal accounts on the campus platform by the school, but everyone can only see their own grades and doesn't know how Ji Zhixing and Fan Yongjie, whom they care about most, actually did.
The Physics Department's tradition is to announce the list of students who have won scholarships at the last departmental meeting of each semester, so everyone is watching the dean closely, hoping that he will announce it soon!
While giving repeated instructions to the more than two hundred students below, the dean was secretly wondering why everyone was being so well-behaved today.
He's getting old, and there's a generation gap between him and the younger generation; the students don't really listen to what he says. In previous grade-level meetings, he would do all the talking while the students were all engrossed in their phones, their minds not on him at all. This time, however, a quick glance around revealed that almost everyone was watching him intently and listening to him speak.
Could it be that my speaking skills have improved so much, or that everyone has finally understood the teacher's earnest words?
In short, this atmosphere really got the dean excited, and he couldn't help but get more and more excited as he talked and talked on and on...
Half an hour later, before the dean had finished speaking, everyone's enthusiasm for the opening had already been dampened by half. After another ten minutes or so, noticing that everyone's eyes were gradually fading, the dean finally concluded his earnest instructions with a sense of lingering reluctance.
The students, who had been somewhat listless, suddenly perked up. Here it comes! The main event is about to begin!
When the dean saw everyone focusing intently on him once again, his desire to speak was instantly ignited. Just as he was about to speak freely again, Chen Yan, who was sitting next to him, gently nudged his arm.
Chen Yan said tactfully, "Dean, it's getting late, and many students have booked train tickets with tight schedules. Perhaps..."
"Alright then." The dean regretfully suppressed his urge to speak and began to summarize the semester's final exam results.
"As is customary, let's start with the senior year. Our student Sun Er did very well on his exams, getting near-perfect scores in Solid State Physics and Quantum Mechanics. Everyone should learn from him! Only Xingce barely passed; he needs to keep working hard!"
Everyone gave Sun Er a warm round of applause. Sun Er had been busy with the CUPT competition since the beginning of last semester, and under such circumstances, he was still able to perfectly pass solid state physics and quantum mechanics. He is truly amazing!
The dean continued, "And Zhao Yi, he also messed up the course, but even so, his average score is still the highest! Special commendation!"
Everyone also gave Zhao Yi a warm round of applause. Although Zhao Yi and Sun Er failed in this competition, it seems that they can still crush most students.
"Junior year..."
As the dean spoke, he vaguely sensed that the atmosphere in the trapezoidal classroom was becoming increasingly heated. He scanned the room and, apart from everyone being a little too excited, there seemed to be nothing unusual. However, he had never been able to understand the thoughts of young people, so he didn't dwell on it and continued speaking.
The dean finally finished explaining the situation of the third year, and almost everyone's hearts were in their throats.
"Next up is the second year. First, I want to commend Fan Yongjie. He was the only student in the entire grade to get scores in the 90s in theoretical mechanics, optics, and atomic physics..."
"Wow!" Everyone exclaimed.
This time, theoretical mechanics, optics, and atomic physics were combined with policy-related questions for the exam, making it exceptionally difficult! It seemed the teachers were deliberately trying to make their New Year's holiday unbearable, setting questions that were either tricky or bordering on being beyond the syllabus. And yet, Fan Yongjie managed to score over 90 on such an insane exam! That's not just a top student, that's a genius!
Feeling the attention everyone was paying attention to, Fan Yongjie smiled modestly and nodded slightly to those around him.
His luck has really turned around lately. He wasn't very confident about his final exams this time because he had spent too much time on the CUPT competition. And his father had been busy applying for projects under the National Key Research and Development Program for the next year, and had been away from school in Beijing for a long time, so he didn't have time to give him extra tutoring like before.
The closer the final exams got, the more anxious he became. He couldn't bear to think about how everyone would laugh at him if he lost to Ji Zhixing. So he started thinking of ways to solve the problem and finally decided to steal the exam papers.
Teachers would send the electronic versions of the completed exam papers to the academic affairs office, which would then arrange for printing. He certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to steal the printed exam papers from the storage room; stealing the electronic versions was the least likely way to get caught.
During those days, he searched online aimlessly and actually found a highly skilled hacker. He paid a high price to have the hacker steal all the final exam papers and answers for him, but still felt it wasn't safe, so he asked the hacker to tamper with Ji Zhixing's campus platform inbox.
That hacker was incredibly thoughtful; he even offered to modify the printing system in the document printing room so that an extra copy of the Physics Department's exam paper could be printed in exam room 301.
Things went very smoothly. Ji Zhixing was indeed misled and went to the wrong examination room. Even though he realized it on the same day, he couldn't undo his failure in the first exam.
And he gets full marks in every subject!
After much deliberation, he decided to be cautious and arrange a few subjects in the 90-point range and a few subjects in the 80-point range, so as not to arouse suspicion.
After a period of hard work, Fan Yongjie has finally reaped the rewards. He had to work very hard to keep himself from getting too cocky.
"Tch!" Lin Lang couldn't stand Fan Yongjie's pretentious attitude. He glanced at Ji Zhixing sitting next to him and sighed inwardly. Losing to others was one thing, but losing to Fan Yongjie was something Ji Zhixing would never swallow.
These past few days, Ji Zhixing has started spending all his time in the library again, and he also goes to the playground to run for a long time every night. Lin Lang and Xu Dongyang both felt that he must be holding back his anger, so they didn't dare to ask him about the exam these days, for fear of upsetting him.
The dean continued praising Fan Yongjie: "Including theoretical mechanics, optics, and atomic physics, Fan Yongjie has achieved excellent scores of over 90 in ten subjects, and the remaining five are all above 80..."
Many people were glancing back and forth between Fan Yongjie and Ji Zhixing; the bet between the two was truly full of twists and turns.
Everyone initially favored Fan Yongjie, but then Ji Zhixing unexpectedly emerged victorious, achieving a resounding victory in the CUPT competition! At that point, everyone's favor shifted towards Ji Zhixing, but then this huge blunder occurred. Wow, this is more interesting than watching a TV drama!
Everyone had their own thoughts, thoroughly enjoying the gossip, and some had even entered a state of sage-like composure.
After praising Fan Yongjie, the dean concluded, "Congratulations to Fan Yongjie for winning the second-class scholarship for this semester of his sophomore year!"
Huh? The entire trapezoidal classroom is in complete chaos, and you only get a second-class honor? Dean, did you misspoke?
Fan Yongjie's humble smile crumbled. His eyes widened in disbelief. He had done so well; how could he only get a second-class prize?! Who could possibly get a first-class prize?
"Quiet! Quiet!" the dean shouted, not understanding why everyone had suddenly become so agitated.
Finally, one student, unable to bear the dean's leisurely attempt to maintain classroom discipline, shouted, "Dean! Who's in first class?"
"First class? It's Ji Zhixing."
Wow! The trapezoidal classroom was absolutely in an uproar. Ji Zhixing was in first place? How was that score calculated?
Fan Yongjie's mind was in a frenzy. Could it be that Ji Zhixing did better than him? How could that be? Just in the first four subjects alone, how many points did Ji Zhixing score lower than him?
He nudged Liu Shihui next to him, who understood and asked on his behalf, "Dean, didn't you say that Fan Yongjie was the only one in the whole grade to get a score in the 90s in Theoretical Mechanics, Optics, and Atomic Physics?"
"Yes, but Ji Zhixing got 100 points in all three subjects."
All sound in the classroom froze instantly.
Everyone looked at Ji Zhixing in disbelief, including Lin Lang and Xu Dongyang beside him.
After ten seconds of absolute silence, a cacophony of voices erupted in the classroom.
"Wow, 100 points! I couldn't write a 100-point essay even if I had 100 hours! How did Ji Zhixing do that?"
"Are you sure you're not kidding me? You can write the content for four subjects in an hour and still get 100 in three of them?"
"Could it be that the system has bugged again and entered the wrong score? Didn't I hear yesterday that Ji Zhixing went to the wrong exam room because of this?"
...
Even Lin Lang and Xu Dongyang found it hard to believe: "You really got 100 in all three subjects?"
"Yes, that's right." Ji Zhixing nodded.
"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Lin Lang kicked him under the table. He had been so careful these past few days, afraid of upsetting Ji Zhixing.
"You didn't ask," Ji Zhixing laughed, proudly telling everyone that he got a hundred on the test, and that he wasn't like that. Besides, Lin Lang found it quite amusing to see him even breathing lightly these past few days, and he had a somewhat mischievous urge to see him change his expression at the end.
In the classroom, everyone was talking non-stop. Some expressed their admiration for Ji Zhixing, while others expressed their doubts.
Chen Yan had anticipated this situation. To be honest, he couldn't believe it when he received the results summary, thinking there must have been a mistake. Releasing such results would never be convincing, so he logged into the campus platform and downloaded all of Ji Zhixing's answer sheets.
This time, because a comprehensive exam paper was used, the collected answer sheets were scanned and entered into the system by the Academic Affairs Office. The system then automatically divided the papers into blocks and sent them to the corresponding teachers' grading programs, just like the grading of the college entrance examination, where teachers graded them directly by machine.
He looked through Ji Zhixing's answer sheets one by one. The scores for each question and the total score were clearly marked in red Song typeface, size 4. Unless the teacher mismarked the scores, the grades were definitely accurate. He himself found it unbelievable after checking them, and anticipating the questions that would arise, he copied screenshots of Ji Zhixing's answer sheets to a USB drive.
Chen Yan took out a USB drive from his pocket and said to the dean, "Dean, let everyone see Ji Zhixing's answer sheet, otherwise they won't be convinced."
Although the dean was somewhat displeased that the students were questioning the school, he nodded in agreement seeing everyone's enthusiastic participation.
The classroom's multimedia equipment was turned on, and the students watched as Chen Yan inserted a USB drive and opened the pictures on it.
This is... Ji Zhixing's answer sheet?
Chen Yan spoke up at the right moment: "Everyone may have some doubts about Ji Zhixing's results, so I'll show you his answer sheet here. Let's take a look at the first subject, Theoretical Mechanics."
"Wow, it's really full! That's terrifying!"
"It's not scary to fill it up; what's truly terrifying is to write it all correctly!"
"Look, look! We've cut out a picture, this is... optics, right?"
"Damn! It's all filled with writing too."
"He wrote them all correctly! Help! How did he do that?!"
"Atomic physics is the same, my God!"
"Is there really such a big difference between people? Why didn't God give me this configuration? Was I born just to make up the numbers?!"
...
Chen Yan had already switched to the action plan section. The second half of the answer sheet was mostly blank. Ji Zhixing had completed the multiple-choice and fill-in-the-blank questions in the first half, but only answered one and a half short-answer questions.
"Wow, this handwriting is so cursive! Every stroke looks like it's flying."
"Can't you speak properly? How can a top student's handwriting be called 'grass'? This is called 'dragon flying and phoenix dancing'!"
"We have to fly, it's only an hour!"
"The teacher must have had a lot of trouble grading this, but luckily he only did one and a half short answer questions."
"I still can't believe how he did it?"
How did he do that? He was working himself to the bone! Ji Zhixing still felt exhausted when he recalled the state he was in back then. He dared to say that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were all about to explode, and his brain was racing at its limit. If someone struck a match on his head, it might even produce sparks.
With my mind fully engaged and my hands working at the same pace, I used almost every organ in my body to run for an hour with the passion of a sprinter running 100 meters.
When the bell rang, he felt like he had a momentary blackout!
This experience once again made him realize that when people are pushed to their limits, they can unleash unimaginable power. Of course, it's also because he uses his brain diligently every day, making it smoother and smoother with each use.
After everyone saw Ji Zhixing's answer sheets for the first four subjects, their doubts vanished, leaving only amazement.
I thought it was already amazing that Ji Zhixing got 100 in three out of four subjects in the first exam, but I didn't expect to see several more 100s after that...
After Chen Yan finished showing the pictures, the dean summarized: "Ji Zhixing achieved perfect scores in 10 subjects, and all but one of the other four subjects, all above 90. Congratulations to Ji Zhixing on winning the first-class scholarship for this semester of his sophomore year!"
Everyone was too amazed to say anything more than clapping enthusiastically.
The atmosphere in the classroom was lively and enthusiastic, but Fan Yongjie still felt a chill in his body.
A note from the author:
JD.com does offer this service. I saw a girl order it to give her mother a Mother's Day gift, intending to add a touch of ceremony. However, when her mother saw a man in a black suit and white gloves carrying a box, she mistook it for her daughter's ashes and almost fainted on the spot...
Also, get rid of Fan Yongjie completely tomorrow.
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