Wen Muyun had calculated it.
The scores of Duanmu Zicheng, who is currently ranked first, in the five rounds of exams are 915, 886, 847, 818, and 764.
Let's assume his score in the sixth round is 700.
Therefore, his final total score is 759.03 points.
With Qin Sheng's current scores of at least 600 points in rounds one through five (620 in the second round), she needs to score at least 917 points in the sixth round to have any hope of winning.
This is based on the fact that Duanmu Zicheng only scored 700 points in the sixth round. If Qin Sheng's score were higher, he would need to improve his score even further to have a chance of winning first place.
Wen Muyun felt increasingly overwhelmed, but she didn't show it on her face. She simply said in a gentle voice, "With your current grades, even if you don't get first place this time, getting into Tianjin University or Tsinghua University shouldn't be too difficult. Just do your best and don't put too much pressure on yourself."
There can be no pressure.
Qin Sheng lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before pushing the document back into her hand: "I understand."
Wen Muyun opened her mouth, wanting to say something, when she heard a long, melodious sound of a guqin playing from Qin Sheng's phone.
She paused, raising an eyebrow slightly: "What's this tune? It's quite beautiful."
Qin Sheng raised her eyelids slightly: "I'll send it to you in a bit if you like it."
As he spoke, he got up and walked outside the door before pressing the answer button.
"About the competition?" she said, her voice quite indifferent.
There was a moment of silence on the other end, and after a while, a sigh came from the phone: "Yes, it's about the competition."
Qin Sheng: "What happened?"
The old man's voice was hoarse and low, but unhurried.
"This plan was proposed by two vice presidents, then voted on by five level 10 members, and then passed."
"The Duanmu family can't wait any longer."
Qin Sheng's eyebrows twitched slightly, her cold voice carrying a subtle smile: "It's only been a few years, and you've fallen so far?"
The old man's voice rose two octaves as he spoke, and he said irritably, "It's all because you refused to take over my position. It's been more than seven years, and you haven't even come back to the association once. As a result, the Duanmu family has been using Duanmu Zicheng's name to keep stuffing people into the association."
"This is even worse. They're being more blatant now. The old man is on his deathbed, so they've stopped doing things covertly and are just putting it all out in the open!"
Qin Sheng's expression turned cold: "Who said you're no good?"
The old man's voice weakened again, and he sighed softly, "I know my own body. If I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Xiao Sheng, I have only one wish. The Academic Association is something I've built up with my whole life's effort. It's taken me over forty years to reach its current size and status. I can't just stand by and watch it become the private property of the Duanmu family. If possible, I hope you can do your best to help me preserve this place."
The old man's voice choked with emotion: "Please, I'm begging you."
Qin Sheng's fingers tightened slightly as she held the phone. After a long pause, she said in a low voice, "You're too kind."
The old man on the other end of the phone lit up, and his body trembled. Overwhelmed by the intense emotions, he couldn't help but cough violently.
A minute or so later, the coughing stopped, and the old man looked at the dark red blood stained on the handkerchief in his hand, his gaze deepening.
He only snapped out of his daze when Qin Sheng's cold, questioning voice reached his ears: "So, you agree?"
Qin Sheng: "...You've put it this way, how can I refuse?"
The old man laughed heartily: "Good! Good!"
Turning back, he became worried: "But the rules have changed now. I've calculated that, based on your and Duanmu Zicheng's current grades, to surpass him, you'd need to score 920 points to be on the safe side. You..."
"You're coughing so hard your lungs are about to burst, and you still have the mind to think about these things?" Qin Sheng interrupted him, saying calmly, "The less you think, the longer you'll live."
Old man: "..."
Given his condition, it would be a miracle if he could hold on for another year, let alone live to be a hundred.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Qin Sheng continued, "Living well and making more money is the right path."
The elderly man, who was all alone, without wife, children, or relatives, and who had promised to give all his accumulated wealth to Qin Sheng if she was willing to inherit his position: "..."
So it's still about money, right?
OK.
At least there's something that can move her, which is much better than her being completely unmoved.
Qin Sheng then asked the old man for the exam papers from the academic association's internal assessments over the past few years before hanging up the phone.
*
At the same time, at the Duanmu family.
With a document in his hand, Duanmu Zicheng rushed headlong toward the main house, then quickly went upstairs to his study.
He slammed the file in his hand onto the desk, his voice icy: "Dad, what do you mean by this?"
Duanmu Yuan frowned, not answering his question directly, but said coldly, "Duanmu Zicheng, is this how you speak to your father?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Or do you think that now that you're about to become the president of the Chinese Academic Association, you've become too powerful and can disregard me?"
It would have been better if he hadn't brought it up; the mere mention of it reignited Duanmu Zicheng's anger.
He tapped on the file on the desktop and repeated, "What do you mean by this?"
Duanmu Yuan leaned back in his chair, casually pulled out a cigarette, and then looked up at him: "It means what you saw."
"Don't tell me you don't know, Qin Sheng is back."
Duanmu Zicheng certainly knew, but so what?
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes: "So what if she's back? Even if she's back, I'll defeat her with my own strength!"
"Instead of relying on your underhanded tactics to help me win!"
"I don't need it!"
Duanmu Yuan just stared at him quietly until a hint of embarrassment flashed across his eyes before he chuckled and said, "You already know the answer yourself, so why bother coming here to pretend to be tough with me?"
"I……"
Duanmu Yuan threw a stack of answer sheets in front of him, interrupting him: "Look for yourself!"
Duanmu Zicheng's fingertips trembled. After a while, he reached out and picked up the answer sheet, but his expression changed drastically the next moment.
These were Qin Sheng's answer sheets from the first five rounds of exams. Apart from one sheet containing twenty fill-in-the-blank questions, the other four sheets only contained multiple-choice questions.
And scored.
Without exception.
600, 620, 600, 600, 600.
In other words, you either don't write anything, or you get everything right.
Knowing Qin Sheng's scores in the previous rounds, Duan Muzicheng had a vague guess that she hadn't given her all, but he never expected it to be like this.
This isn't about not giving it your all; it's clearly just laziness!
They didn't take this exam seriously at all!
A profound sense of humiliation and helplessness welled up inside Duanmu Zicheng, and his face turned deathly pale.
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