By the time we got to the provincial competition, there were only ten multiple-choice questions, each worth two points, and four of them had potentially confusing options.
However, for Shen Qingqing, these questions with answers were just as difficult as the preliminary rounds of the audition.
When the latecomer came in, Shen Qingqing had already worked on the fifth sub-question of the second major question.
The first five questions were fairly standard, but starting from the sixth question, the wording changed. The answers to the fill-in-the-blank questions became ambiguous, requiring the correct key points to be deciphered.
Shen Qingqing wrote down the answers to the two key points on the draft paper next to her, then put the two answers into the blanks and worked them back to see if they matched the meaning of every word in the question.
The next four questions were also complex in nature, and by the ninth and tenth questions, there were even three key points.
As Shen Qingqing grimaced while working on the questions, she inwardly cursed the question setter's cunning.
Time passed slowly, and the only sound in the arena was the scratching of pens on draft paper and exam paper. Even the proctors stood quietly on the podium, scanning the room without moving around.
The hour hand gradually approached the number "11" on the clock face, and there was only half an hour left before the end of the game.
For the first time, Shen Qingqing felt a sense of urgency because she was tricked by the question setter on a subjective question. When she had almost finished writing the answer on her draft, she found that there was a hidden key point in the question that she had not included, so she had to start all over again.
Just as 11:20 a.m. was about to finish writing the last character, Shen Qingqing finished writing the last character.
She vigorously shook her arm holding the pen; writing so many words was indeed a bit of a challenge for a seven-year-old.
However, Shen Qingqing had no time to rest. She seized the last ten minutes to check her work. She could only solve many questions on the first try and then copy the answers down. She wanted to take advantage of the remaining time to see if there were any questions that needed to be corrected.
The minute hand slowly and leisurely reached the number "6".
"Time's up! All contestants, please put down your pens and stop answering!"
The proctor finally broke the silence, stepping down from the podium. "The competition time is up. Stop writing now. Any further answers will be invalid!"
While tidying up her stationery, Shen Qingqing glanced at the late contestant and discovered that the person had already finished writing!
He had half an hour less playing time than them, yet he still managed to finish?!
That's amazing!
Shen Qingqing had originally planned to walk around in front of him later to see what school he went to and what his name was, but she didn't expect that as soon as the proctor said that they could leave, the person quickly darted out, and Shen Qingqing didn't even get a clear look at the person's face.
Since she couldn't see it, Shen Qingqing let it go. If the person was really good, she might be able to see it during the semi-finals, and it wouldn't be too late to see it then.
The little girl slowly followed the crowd downstairs, carrying a transparent pencil case. Her exam room was on the third floor, and all around her were older brothers and sisters who were taller than her. She could only walk along the stair railing, holding onto the stair wall with one hand to avoid being accidentally bumped into and thrown off.
By the time she went downstairs and found the teacher in charge, the other four students had already arrived.
None of the four people showed any negative emotions on their faces; in fact, they chatted quite easily.
Shen Qingqing blinked and thought about it. It made sense. All four of them had experience participating in competitions before, but she was a complete novice participating for the first time.
When the teacher in charge saw her, she gently bent down and asked, "Qingqing, how did you do? Was it difficult?"
Shen Qingqing shook her head honestly: "It's alright, I did stumble on one question, but I caught it in time."
The teacher in charge and two other teachers accompanying the group looked at her in surprise.
They had just talked to the four older students and learned that this time the questions were much more complicated, and if they were not careful, they would fall into a trap and not be able to get out. After talking with Chen Hua and Wu Zeyi, they both confirmed that they had answered one question wrong.
What happened was that Shen Qingqing, the youngest student, seemed very confident that she had solved every question correctly?
"Qingqing, you're amazing!" Upon hearing this, Ye Ziqi jumped over and hugged Shen Qingqing affectionately.
Even Chen Hua and Wu Zeyi came over to ask her how she solved the two questions they got wrong.
Because the provincial competition papers are only distributed to the team leaders of each participating team after the results are released.
However, since the preliminary and semi-final rounds are very close in time, the papers for the preliminary and semi-final rounds will be distributed together at that time.
On the way back, Shen Qingqing told her teachers and senior students about the person in her exam room who was 30 minutes late but still managed to finish the exam within the allotted time.
The three teachers and four senior students were all very surprised to hear this.
"Could he be a student at a local elementary school in the provincial capital?" Ye Ziqi's face was full of sighs.
Schools in provincial capitals are generally recognized as having better educational resources. However, this refers to public schools in provincial capitals compared to public schools in other ordinary cities. In the case of local schools in provincial capitals, there are several private primary schools whose resources are superior to those of public schools. However, with such better resources, the prices are naturally higher.
I don't know whether that student attends a public or private elementary school.
Shen Qingqing recalled, "His school uniform seemed to be from a private elementary school, and the collar was even embroidered with gold thread!"
However, it's unclear whether the gold thread is real or dyed.
The teacher in charge didn't interrupt their conversation, but simply asked, "What do you want to eat for lunch?"
Yao Kangle was a slightly chubby little boy. When it came to food, he immediately responded to the call and was the first to raise his hand: "Teacher, can we have KFC? I brought money from home!"
No matter when, KFC is always the most tempting place for children.
Even in later generations, Crazy Thursday remains incredibly captivating.
After asking each child individually to confirm that no one objected to the decision to eat KFC, the teacher waved and led the children in another direction.
The two accompanying teachers exchanged a glance and smiled helplessly. If the parents knew that they had brought their children to participate in the competition and fed them the junk food that the parents considered unhealthy, they would definitely be scolded by the parents. However, they did not object.
After all, KFC really smells good!
Yao Kangle was clearly familiar with KFC. As soon as he entered, he ordered a bunch of things and even took out a few coupons from his pocket.
At that time, coupons were still those big, leaflet-style coupons that you had to cut into smaller pieces with scissors to use.
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