Volume 1: Student Life Chapter 153 I Just Bring a Pen
"Congratulations to the host for completing his third speech. At the award ceremony held at the School of Physics of Yenching University, the host successfully attracted thousands of students to watch with his own influence, achieving the effect of attracting the attention of the whole audience!"
Chen Zhou lay on the bed with his eyes closed. His consciousness was in the system space, checking today's gains.
The hidden task required him to speak 10 times and attract the attention of the whole audience, but he finally completed it 3 times.
Looking at the 100 linguistics experience points displayed in the task reward, Chen Zhou suddenly felt disgusted. This amount of experience points was really too little...
Chen Zhou wondered whether he should ask the system to see if he could cancel this hidden task.
In the end, he gave up the idea. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. It is better to have it than nothing.
Moreover, the system does not provide any tasks for him to choose from that can earn him linguistics experience points. Hidden tasks are his only way to gain linguistics experience points.
If this hidden task is cancelled, God knows when the next hidden task will be triggered.
After exiting the hidden task display interface, Chen Zhou's personal information appeared again on the pure and transparent display screen.
His personal information is still the same as last time, nothing has changed, and he is still a fake student...
Although I am no longer a poor student, I am still somewhat related to him.
"I don't know if I can completely eliminate the word 'scumbag' after completing this project..."
Thinking this way, Chen Zhou skipped his basic information and looked at the taskbar.
The words "Task in progress..." in the task bar lay quietly.
Chen Zhou reached out and clicked to enter the current task interface.
"Task in progress: A tall building starts from the ground, and the host's mathematical building starts from the first brick!"
"Task description: ..."
After reading the relevant task description again, Chen Zhou estimated that the time to complete the task was approaching.
After the exams during this period are over, he will focus on tackling the topic of Clifford analysis.
Retracting his thoughts, Chen Zhou turned his gaze to the backpack.
There were still the same two things in the backpack, a collection of wrong answers and a mental potion.
There are 10 bottles of spiritual potion left.
Chen Zhou was very restrained and did not use it much during this period. He found that as he studied more deeply, the effect of the mental potion was actually gradually decreasing.
At least in mathematics, at Lv2 level, combined with his good independent learning habits, the effect of mental potions on him is very small.
Chen Zhou felt that this was a good thing. After all, things obtained through external means were far less real than those that one possessed.
As for the collection of wrong questions, this thing is absolutely a magic tool and is as useful as ever.
In the Clifford analysis topic, the wrong question collection has helped Chen Zhou point out many directional errors.
After exiting the system space, Chen Zhou fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, the exam continued.
As soon as Chen Zhou arrived at the examination room, he found that everyone was staring at him.
He smiled back at them somewhat sheepishly, then found a seat in the back row of the examination room and waited for the exam to begin.
But the seniors in the examination room were too enthusiastic. Even though Chen Zhou had already sat down, they were still looking at him.
Chen Zhou couldn't help but ask the people in the front row: "Senior, why are you guys looking at me like that?"
The senior looked at Chen Zhou deeply and said, "Because the pressure is too great..."
Chen Zhou joked: "Can my handsomeness help you relieve stress?"
The senior was slightly stunned, then chuckled and said, "That's not the case. It's mainly because you came in empty-handed. We are all curious about how you prepared for the exam."
Chen Zhou replied: "How did you prepare? I didn't prepare much..."
After hearing what Chen Zhou said, the senior looked at Chen Zhou, his eyes focused on his down jacket, and asked, "Did you put the book in your clothes ?"
Chen Zhou looked at the senior in silence, then turned his head and glanced at the seniors who were paying attention to him.
After thinking for a while, Chen Zhou took the pen he had just replaced with a new refill and waved it in front of the senior: "I only brought this one."
The senior looked at the pen in Chen Zhou's hand and asked in disbelief, "That's it? That's all?"
Chen Zhou looked at him and nodded seriously: "No more."
The senior student retracted his gaze and said silently: "Okay, I shouldn't have asked you earlier. You are putting pressure on me again... We were all wondering if you would still read before the exam, or even bring books to the exam, but you just brought a pen..."
Although the senior's voice was not loud, because Chen Zhou had been paying attention, almost everyone got their answers.
All of a sudden, everyone's eyes turned away from Chen Zhou.
The senior student in front of Chen Zhou also turned around and started looking at the textbook for this exam.
Chen Zhou shook his head slightly. He always felt that cramming at the last minute was the stupidest thing to do.
If you don't study hard when you have time, and end up with only a limited amount of time to study, what can you learn?
However, Chen Zhou was wrong. These seniors who were reading books could not be said to be cramming at the last minute.
It was all because of Chen Zhou’s temporary joining that disrupted the possible score distribution of this exam.
After all, sophomore abstract algebra is an example.
They are also afraid that they may not be able to pass the exam as well as a freshman, which would be really embarrassing...
When the exam began, Chen Zhou glanced through the paper as usual and started answering questions.
This test paper is quite difficult. At least the last two questions, Chen Zhou feels, are beyond the syllabus.
But for him, it's not a big problem.
As he was writing, Chen Zhou noticed someone standing next to him.
Just like the last time when Lin Yijing stood beside him and watched him do the test, this invigilator "teacher", who was either a senior student or a teacher, also stood beside him and watched until he finished the test.
Chen Zhou checked the problem-solving process and found no mistakes, so he simply tidied up the test paper.
Just as I was about to look up and hand the paper to the invigilator "teacher", she spoke first.
"Not bad, full marks."
After saying that, she reached out and took Chen Zhou's test paper away.
Chen Zhou glanced at her, then looked around. Her voice successfully attracted .
Chen Zhou quickly stood up and left the examination room.
He was afraid that if he stayed one more second, the damage to these seniors would be further deepened...
However, what Chen Zhou didn't expect was that the damage he caused was already very deep.
Because he was the first one to hand in his paper and leave early.
Moreover, the invigilator who said he got full marks was not, as he thought, probably another senior student.
This person is the one who teaches this course, Hu Keyan, the youngest professor in the Department of Mathematics at Yanda University.
Hu Keyan had originally not planned to come to invigilate the exam, but after hearing about Chen Zhou's story, she came with great interest.
She wanted to know if this young man was really like what was said by the outside world.
On the podium, Hu Keyan looked at Chen Zhou's test paper with a smile on her face.
Chen Zhou's paper is neat, his handwriting is neat, his ideas are clear, and he has no regrets in writing.
He worked on it almost straight to the last stroke of the last question, without any trace of modification in between.
This is enough to show Chen Zhou's mastery of this course.
Thinking of this, she raised her head and glanced at the students who were still answering questions, feeling a little disappointed.
The senior student sitting in the row in front of Chen Zhou was just thinking about something.
When he was thinking about a problem, he had a habit of looking ahead with empty eyes.
But as luck would have it, as soon as he looked up, the figure on the podium caught his eye.
When his eyes focused and he saw clearly, he saw Hu Keyan's look of disappointment.
He quickly lowered his head, feeling ashamed.
He just hoped that he would not run into Chen Zhou again in the next exam...
But obviously, this was not what he wanted.
After all, they are all students of the Department of Mathematics, so he will still meet Chen Zhou at least in the final exam before Chen Zhou graduates.
However, after experiencing this incident, in order to take care of the feelings of all the seniors, Chen Zhou consciously entered the examination room one minute before the exam.
This will effectively avoid affecting everyone's mood for reading.
At the same time, before handing in the paper early, Chen Zhou would first observe the surroundings, and then stand up quietly, trying not to disturb everyone.
Chen Zhou felt that it was really great that he could do this.
