He was outscored after scoring 520 points, but his status as a prodigy can't be hidden.

How to get a perfect score of 750?

In the decades since the national college entrance examination (Gaokao) resumed, there has never been a true perfect scorer. This is because there are always subjective deductions for sections like Chinese composition and reading comprehension.

"Oh, right."

Lin Yu stopped at the door. "What's the outcome regarding Su Qingwan and Li Hao?"

The principal immediately stood up straight: "Li Hao is banned from taking exams for life. Su Qingwan is suspected of colluding to disrupt exam order and has been expelled from the school and added to the integrity blacklist. Zhang Qiang has been handed over to the public security authorities."

"Um."

Lin Yu opened the door and went out.

The sunlight was just right in the corridor.

Xia Zijing stood by the railing, looking at the playground.

"Resolved?"

She asked.

"Just a few flies."

Lin Yu walked to her side and placed his hands on the railing.

Why did you lose two points on your essay?

Xia Zijing turned her head, her eyes probing behind her thick black-rimmed glasses. "With your ability to control scores, 150 points is not a problem."

Lin Yu twitched the corner of his mouth.

"To save face for the provincial grading team, I omitted a line in the last paragraph."

Xia Zijin remained silent for two seconds.

"abnormal."

She gave an extremely accurate assessment.

Lin Yu smiled. He looked up at the azure skyline above Jiangcheng No. 1 High School.

There are 30 days left until the college entrance examination.

The clamor of the outside world, the villains' conspiracies, and the competition among prestigious universities have all become nothing more than empty numbers in his eyes.

He is ready to bestow upon the world the ultimate numerical miracle during the national exam in June.

In June, the air in Wuhan was already thick with the sweltering heat of cicadas.

There are 30 days left until the college entrance examination.

The senior high school building at Jiangcheng No. 1 High School is filled with the dull sounds of turning pages and sighs every day. The countdown numbers on the blackboard are like a death knell, glaringly red.

But within this suffocating atmosphere, there is an absolute vacuum.

The library's top floor has a private study room.

This is a special space granted by the principal to Lin Yu and Xia Zijin, the "exam gods." No teacher dares to disturb them, and even the cleaning lady deliberately avoids this place, afraid that the sound of her broom hitting the ground will disturb these two living ancestors who are striving to become the top scorers in the province.

The air conditioner is set to 24 degrees Celsius.

Lin Yu was fast asleep, lying on the large wooden table, covered with his familiar school uniform with the zipper undone.

Xia Zijin sat opposite him, holding a red and blue ballpoint pen, and was working hard on a set of past years' Chinese college entrance examination questions.

For the first time ever, she didn't read any Russian physics journals today; her desk was covered with study guides and other materials, such as quick notes for perfect scores on college entrance exam essays.

The pen stopped at a poetry appreciation question.

Xia Zijing frowned slightly, stared at the question for two minutes, then raised her foot and gently kicked Lin Yu under the table.

no response.

She increased the force slightly and kicked again.

Lin Yu lifted his head from his arms, his eyes still sleepy, his hair slightly disheveled from being pressed down.

"If you kick me with more than thirty Newtons of force, that counts as school violence."

"I've hit a roadblock in my Chinese language learning."

Xia Zijin pushed up her thick-rimmed glasses, her tone serious, as if discussing a national-level scientific research project. "This poetry appreciation question asks what emotions the author expressed. I analyzed the historical context, the author's route of exile, and even calculated his oxygen consumption that day, concluding that he was very tired. But the standard answer says that he expressed concern for the country and its people."

Lin Yu sat up straight and rubbed his temples.

"Have you forgotten the reading comprehension patch I taught you last time?"

"I haven't forgotten."

Xia Zijin said earnestly, "But when I tried to apply those techniques to classical poetry, I found that the logic was incompatible. The information density of the ancients was too low; a single sentence could have three interpretations."

Lin Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and pulled the past exam paper in front of her over to glance at it.

"Don't use scientific thinking to analyze humanities exam papers."

Lin Yu picked up his pen and circled the question next to it. "Remember the underlying logic of the college entrance examination in Chinese. The examiners aren't asking you to guess what Li Bai and Du Fu were thinking at the time, but rather to conform to the standard values ​​of the examiners."

Xia Zijing took out a small notebook, ready to take notes.

"How do we cater to them?"

"It's simple. Just use the universal formula."

Lin Yu wrote four short sentences on the paper: "Exile must be accompanied by concern for the country and its people. Farewell must be filled with reluctance and encouragement. Landscape descriptions must convey lofty aspirations. Poems about objects must use them as metaphors for people. Don't care if he wrote the poem because he was too tired from climbing the mountain; just focus on the four words 'concern for the country and its people.' As long as it's politically correct, you can get at least four out of the six points on this question."

Xia Zijing stared at those lines of text for a while.

"It's that simple?"

"The essence of exam-oriented education is to standardize complex emotions."

Lin Yu pushed the paper back, yawned, and said, "Those examiners have to grade hundreds of thousands of papers in seven days, spending less than a minute on each one. What do they look for? Keywords. If you write the words 'worrying about the country and its people' neatly, you'll get points. Doing those complicated oxygen consumption calculations will not only not get you points, but the teacher will also think you're provoking him."

Xia Zijin nodded thoughtfully and carefully copied these universal tricks into her notebook.

Putting aside those complicated high-level mathematical and physical models, this down-to-earth communication style actually made her feel much more relaxed.

"Have you been studying Chinese literature lately?"

Lin Yu glanced at the pile of books beside her.

"Um."

Xia Zijin capped her pen. "Your goal is 750 points. I don't want to fall too far behind. I can't improve my combined science and math scores anymore, so I can only try to improve my Chinese score."

"Don't push yourself too hard."

Lin Yu leaned back onto the table. "I heard that this year's national math exam question setter has changed to Ge Jun."

Xia Zijin paused in her movements.

Ge Jun.

This name is nothing short of a nuclear weapon in the ears of high school seniors across the country.

In every year he was involved in setting the exam questions, the average score on the math exam would inevitably plummet, and the entrances to all the exam halls would be filled with students crying as they left.

"The questions are difficult, but they're meaningless to me."

Xia Zijin spoke calmly.

"It has no meaning for you, but it has meaning for the teacher grading the papers."

Lin Yu closed his eyes, his voice becoming somewhat languid, "The harder the questions, the more lenient the grading standards will be. This is because they need to ensure the pass rate. Don't worry about math; maintain your current level in Chinese, and you'll be good enough for Tsinghua or Peking University."

In the following days, Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School entered its final sprint period of silence.

Reporters from outside the media came in waves, all wanting to interview Lin Yu, the potential top scorer who scored 748 points in the mock exam, but the principal blocked them from entering.

The principal now treats Lin Yu like a fragile national treasure, afraid that even the slightest disturbance might affect this man's mood.

As for Su Qingwan, who was expelled, and Li Hao, who was banned from taking exams for life, they have long become negative examples in Jiangcheng's education system and are no longer mentioned.

Time flew by and it was June 5th.