This is the input terminal for the sixth-generation marking system.
The text on the paper exam paper is instantly scanned, recognized, encrypted, and then uploaded to a cloud database.
The original paper documents were quickly collected by the teacher and sealed in a file folder.
The entire process was smooth and seamless, leaving no room for cheating.
Lin Que followed the flow of people out of Hall C.
The air outside was a bit chilly, but he felt exceptionally refreshed.
"Lin Que! Oh, Lin Que!"
I heard hurried footsteps behind me.
Lin Que turned around and saw a familiar face.
The boy came running up, panting.
"Lin Que, I was just three rows behind you on the right."
Seeing that you had a four-hour exam, you stopped writing after just over two hours? So confident?
Lin Que unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of water:
"Old Zhao, he suddenly had an inspiration, and he stopped writing as soon as he finished."
The person who arrived was Zhao Zichen.
Just now in the examination room, he was sitting diagonally behind Lin Que.
When he discovered Lin Que, he coughed and kicked the stool leg, trying to get the guy's attention.
As a result, the other person seemed to be in a trance, only showing the back of their head the entire time.
Zhao Zichen raised an eyebrow, a hint of gossip flashing in his eyes:
"The topic was so simple this time, you must have written about some earth-shattering happy event again, right?"
Should it be about national affairs, or about particularly touching family bonds?
Lin Que closed the lid and casually said:
"It's not that complicated. I just wrote about a pig butcher and a madman."
Zhao Zichen was stunned.
A pig butcher? A madman?
What does this have to do with a happy occasion?
Could it be... slaughtering a pig for the New Year?
Before he could figure it out, Lin Que waved his hand and walked towards the assembly point on the other side of the square.
"Lin Que! Over here!"
Zhang Ya and Li Bowen stood at the bottom of the steps, waving at him.
The three met up.
Zhang Ya's complexion was rosy, indicating that she had performed well.
"I was so scared! I thought they were going to give me some weird question, but it turned out to be 'Happy Events'."
I wrote a modern version of the wedding night, incorporating contemporary views on marriage and relationships, and I think it turned out alright.
Li Bowen also pushed up his glasses, a rare smile appearing on his face:
"I wrote about the timely rain after a long drought, but the starting point was the scientific researchers overcoming difficulties. I guess I put the logic my grandfather taught me to use."
The two looked at Lin Que.
"And you?"
"You didn't go off-topic this time, did you? It would be a real shame if the topic went off-topic."
Lin Que covered the cup with the lid.
"without."
The voice was muffled inside the scarf, sounding quite honest.
"I wrote 'Top of the list'."
Zhang Ya and Li Bowen exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good."
Zhang Ya breathed a sigh of relief; the tension in her body finally dissipated.
"Although many people write about passing the imperial examination, it's easy to fall into clichés."
But with your excellent writing skills, getting a high score and advancing to the semi-finals should be no problem.
Li Bowen nodded in agreement:
"Yes, for such a big topic, it all comes down to fundamental skills. As long as your writing doesn't falter, advancing to the semi-finals is a sure thing. In this kind of big exam, stability is key."
Lin Que looked at the two of them with expressions that said, "You've finally grown up," and his eyes crinkled into a smile.
Passing the imperial examination with flying colors?
Yes, it truly was a place on the honor roll.
However, this list is a bit of a hot potato.
At this moment, inside examination room C.
The invigilator in charge of collecting the exam papers is sorting through the sealed bags.
The old professor who had been inspecting the exams earlier has returned.
"that……"
The old professor pointed to the seat where Lin Que had just been sitting.
"This candidate's paper..."
Before he could finish speaking, he realized it was against the rules and changed his question:
"Which group should we send this batch of manuscripts to for review?"
The proctor looked at the allocation code on the terminal:
"All of Jiang Cheng's manuscripts underwent three rounds of blind review by volunteers from the Fudan Literature Society in Shanghai and professors from the School of Literature."
Upon hearing this, the old professor raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded.
Fudan University... well, that's going to be interesting.
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