"farce?"
Chen Jingzhi didn't rush to reply, nor did he even look at the screen immediately.
He first glanced at Zhou Yu, who was covered in sweat.
The server room was deathly still at that moment, with only the monotonous hum of the host computer fans.
Zhou Yu's shout was completely different from his usual composed and old-fashioned self.
"Prosecutor Chen, this is impossible to judge, it's really impossible to judge."
Zhou Yu's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty:
"The topic was 'A Joyous Event,' and this candidate wrote something insane."
Not only is she crazy, but she's also ugly.
He ripped the scholar's face off, threw it on the ground, stomped on it twice, and finally spat on it.
Chen Jingzhi frowned slightly and looked down.
The pale blue light from the screen reflected off his thick-rimmed glasses, giving them a cold sheen.
The article starts without any preamble or even proper setup; it jumps straight in.
"Hey! It's done! I won!"
Just one glance.
Chen Jingzhi's eyes suddenly fixed on something.
This tastes wrong!
It lacks the affected, student-like tone and the artificial, flowery feel of piling up words.
The writing is incredibly rustic, yet it exudes a musty, fermented, sour smell.
That exclamation of "Alas!"
Through the cold LCD screen, Chen Jingzhi seemed to see a middle-aged man wearing a tattered long gown and reeking of foul odor.
Overwhelmed by immense ecstasy, the thought that had been lingering in my mind for decades...
It broke with a "snap".
Chen Jingzhi leaned forward.
The mouse wheel scrolls, making a monotonous yet rapid "click" sound.
Once you start sliding, you can't stop.
He saw Fan Jin fall into the mud pit, covered in yellow mud, his hair disheveled, revealing his ugly state.
He saw Butcher Hu, who was usually fierce and menacing, but was now being urged by the crowd to treat his madness.
I also saw the crowd of onlookers, their faces like Peking Opera masks.
The speed at which he switched from disdain and mockery to flattery was astounding.
Butcher Hu walked up to him menacingly, said, "You deserve a beating!" and slapped him across the face.
Chen Jingzhi's eyelids twitched violently.
That was a solid and loud slap!
Did this wake Fan Jin up?
This shatters all those knees that kneel before fame and fortune!
Chen Jingzhi slowly straightened up and took off his glasses.
He took a velvet cloth out of his pocket and wiped the clean lenses.
"This is not a farce."
His voice was hoarse, yet as firm as a nail.
The professors and doctoral students who had been slumped over grading papers around them...
Attracted by the low pressure here, they swarmed over like sharks drawn by a scent.
"what happens?"
"What's wrong with Dean Chen? His face is all red."
A Nanjing University professor, slightly younger than Chen Jingzhi, squeezed in carrying a thermos.
"Another infuriating exam paper?"
His gaze casually swept across the screen.
The next second, the goji berry water in the thermos jig shook violently and almost spilled.
"This...this was written by a high school student?!"
The Nanjing University professor's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"This shrewdness is so sharp, I'd believe it if you told me it was gleaned from ancient books and stories!"
More and more people are coming from all around.
"Look at this passage, the description of the neighbors bringing eggs as a congratulatory gift."
The treacherous, opportunistic nature of those petty, low-class people is depicted perfectly!
"And this Butcher Hu, he curses the good-for-nothing at first, then praises the God of Literature later, tsk tsk tsk, how ironic!"
Exclamations of surprise rose and fell, and the marking center instantly erupted in chaos.
The sultry smell of medicated oil was significantly diluted by the heat wave.
"Director Chen."
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