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It's not just the proctors on the podium.

Inside the classroom, the students holding their exam papers all looked completely bewildered.

Is this really just a mock test paper?

Is this really a test paper made for them?

Why is it that they can't understand more than half of the questions on this test?

First, there are the ancient poems and lyrics.

Surprisingly, it wasn't a simple test of memorization; instead, it included a combination of questions on understanding classical poetry.

For example, this dish:

In the biography of Qu Yuan, which two sentences mean that Qu Yuan had lofty aspirations?

Damn! I can't even recite the biography of Qu Yuan, and you're asking me which two lines I'm referring to?

Is this exam really for high school seniors, or for college students?

And then there's the modern text reading section.

The article alone is over a thousand words long.

After reading through all that text, my mind is completely muddled, and now they want me to answer questions?

As for the final classical Chinese passage, that's where the malicious essence of this Chinese exam paper lies.

The original text is as follows:

Zhi's youngest nephew, Zhi, was extremely intelligent; he knew how to make paper and weave banners.

Zhizhi hemorrhoids, Zhizhi hemorrhoids, Zhizhi arrived at Zhizhi site, Zhizhi, Zhizhi juice treats hemorrhoids, Zhizhi site holds Zhizhi branch, Zhizhi arrives, Zhizhi hesitates, Zhizhi holds straight branch and throws it, the branch reaches Zhizhi toe, Zhizhi stops.

Zhi Zhizhi ...

The roasted sesame seeds and fat pheasant limbs caused dysentery.

What?!

Anyone who reads this article will surely have Baoqiang's lines ringing in their mind.

His face showed the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

who am I?

Where am I?

What exactly am I supposed to do?

What the hell is this written?

Inside the examination room, various complaints could be heard from time to time.

Although the proctor was also grumbling inwardly, all he could do was tap on the table and give a reminder:

"Please observe exam room rules!"

Upon hearing this, the students could only grit their teeth and grit their teeth to get started.

But no one noticed that in a corner of the examination room, Lin Chen was writing with lightning speed.

An hour passed quickly.

The proctor pondered each word carefully.

I finally managed to guess about 70-80% of the meaning of that classical Chinese text.

But when I checked the time, an hour had already passed!

Ruined!

An idea popped into the proctor's mind.

I'm afraid the average score for Chinese in this exam will be very low for No. 3 Middle School... no, for the entire city.

It took him, a dignified Chinese language teacher, an hour just to understand this classical Chinese text.

If it were other students, wouldn't it take them a full two hours?

If one classical Chinese text is this difficult, are we even supposed to do the other questions?

Just then, a roar suddenly came from the next examination room.

"I'm not doing it anymore!"

The group of people, who were frowning in worry, all looked up, curious about what was going on next to them.

Even the proctor stood up and walked to the door, keeping an eye on the students in his exam room to prevent anyone from cheating.

While taking a moment, I glanced at the neighbor next door.

In the next examination room...

A boy is standing and arguing with the proctor.

"Student, please pick up your paper. There is still one and a half hours left, and you cannot hand in your paper yet."

"Hand it in?! What the hell is this test paper?! This isn't an exam, it's torture!"

After saying that, he packed his things and ran out of the classroom.

The teacher tried calling out to them from behind, but they couldn't get through.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, Director Ye, the director of teaching affairs at No. 1 Middle School who was inspecting the examination room, blocked the doorway.

"What are you doing! Go back and continue your exam!"

"Director Ye! I can't pass the test, the questions are too difficult!" The student was almost in tears.

"That won't do! This is just a mock exam, not the real college entrance exam! So what if you fail?"

"The mock exam is just a rehearsal. If you can't even get through a rehearsal, what will you do when you actually take the college entrance exam?"

Are you even going to give up on the college entrance exam?

"If you can break down over a single exam, what will you do when you encounter setbacks in life?"

After being bombarded with questions by Director Ye, the student finally came to his senses.

Head down, he slunk back to his seat, picked up the exam paper, and continued writing while crying.

Having successfully persuaded the students to return, Director Ye then visited several other examination rooms.

"Students, stay calm. This exam is difficult. If you can't do it, so can everyone else!"

Director Ye's words temporarily calmed the students' emotions.

He soon returned to the Chinese language group office.

The teachers who will be proctoring this exam are all senior high school teachers; the junior and senior high school Chinese teachers don't need to go.

This exam was originally none of their business.

However, in order to determine the difficulty of this exam, Principal Lin still gathered them all together.

Let's do this joint exam together when the Chinese exam starts.

At this moment, these teachers, just like the students, were scratching their heads and looked extremely distressed.

Upon seeing Director Ye arrive, Principal Lin immediately asked, "How are our students?"

Director Ye immediately reported, "Principal, this Chinese exam seems to be very difficult."

"A student almost had a breakdown and gave up on the exam just now, but thankfully I managed to persuade him to stay."

"so tough?"

Principal Lin frowned.

Hearing their conversation, several language arts teachers nearby also looked up and said:

"Principal, this year's questions are seriously insane!"

"Which professor wrote this? Even I don't quite understand it!"

"what?"

Principal Lin was shocked.

Even Chinese language teachers find it difficult?

"So, what do you think the average score will be for this exam?"

The teachers exchanged glances and shook their heads, saying, "Principal Lin, it's really hard to say."

"But in this exam, I'm afraid very few people will be able to score 130 points."

Another teacher immediately retorted, "130? You're overestimating them. I think getting 120 is already considered top-notch."

"So low?"

Principal Lin was surprised again, but he quickly thought of something: "What about Lin Chen and Chen Xiaoxiao? How many points do you think they can get?"

Although he is a teacher for the first and second years of high school.

But they had already heard of these two top students.

After thinking about it, everyone felt that they should be able to get 130 points.

"Too low..."

Principal Lin shook his head.

"I don't know about Chen Xiaoxiao, but Lin Chen should be more than 130."

"Principal Lin, aren't you being too optimistic?"

"I believe in Lin Chen's strength!"

Upon hearing Principal Lin's words, the other teachers shook their heads; no one believed that Lin Chen could score above 130.

However, what the others didn't know was that Lin Chen was the subject of their discussion at that moment.

He had actually fallen asleep in the exam room.

In Lin Chen's exam room, the proctor stood beside Lin Chen, shaking his head as he looked at Lin Chen, who was already fast asleep.

Are these the students from No. 1 High School?

It seems to be nothing special.

First, one student almost broke down.

Is someone sleeping in the exam room again?

If all the students at No. 1 Middle School are at this level, it seems that victory for No. 3 Middle School in this bet against No. 1 Middle School is just around the corner!

This is because No. 1 Middle School and No. 3 Middle School exchanged teachers to proctor the exam.

Therefore, these teachers who came to No. 1 Middle School also had the task of gathering information for No. 3 Middle School.

Seeing how poorly the students at No. 1 Middle School were behaving, the proctor felt much more at ease.

He glanced at Lin Chen's name on the exam paper.

Lin Chen?

Oh!

So he was Lin Chen, the one who won the city sports meet championship on the morning radio?

No wonder.

This person is most likely a sports student specially recruited by No. 1 Middle School for the sports meet.

It's not strange to take a nap.

The proctor muttered a couple of things to himself and then left.

He never expected that it would happen right under Lin Chen's arm.

The entire Chinese language test paper had already been filled with writing.

Not a single question was left unanswered.