The teachers had been grading papers for the entire morning, with a thick stack of papers sitting in bags beside them. The highest score they had seen all morning was only 138.

The questions this time were difficult, and getting a score of 130 was already considered a high score.

However, the paper in front of them not only had excellent handwriting, but also pinpointed the key points and had a logical flow. From beginning to end, they couldn't find any mistakes.

It was a perfect score.

Teacher Wang's eyes slowly lit up as he looked at the paper.

"This is impressive," he said, putting down his pen after finishing grading. He almost forgot that there was still one more paper to grade. He flipped through the perfect paper a few more times and couldn't help but praise it. "It's perfect, so beautiful. I wonder which school this student is from."

It was rare to see a perfect score, and it wasn't just a pleasant surprise, even the exhaustion from grading papers all morning was washed away by this perfect paper.

Other teachers sitting next to Teacher Wang leaned in to see what was going on. "Someone got a perfect score?"

"Check the file folder, it has the school name on it..."

One teacher flipped the folder over and looked closely. They were a bit surprised and raised their voice, "It's from...No. 2 High School?"

Wu Zheng was sitting a bit far away from the teachers from No. 14 High School.

e was getting more and more worried about the students at his own school. He thought to himself: Other schools have already produced a perfect score, what about our students?

He sighed and decided to take a break.

Just as he twisted open the cap of his mineral water bottle, he suddenly heard the words "No. 2 High School."

"..."

"Hey, Teacher Wu, it's from your school!"

Wu Zheng quickly twisted the cap back on the bottle and said, "You must have read it wrong."

"Liyang No. 2 High School, it's right."

Wu Zheng was completely stunned. When he stood up, he almost tripped over the table leg. "That's impossible. The highest level of our No. 2 High School students is only 130 points, even if we push it to the limit."

Teacher Wang took a moment to recover from the joy of grading a perfect paper. Then he remembered that there was still one paper left to grade. He flipped over the perfect paper, and then his hand froze.

This time, it wasn't just a pause. His fingers even trembled slightly.

Wu Zheng walked over to Teacher Wang's side. He didn't catch the perfect paper from earlier, but he followed Teacher Wang's trembling fingers and incredulous gaze to the arrogant answer sheet that had yet to be graded.

Next to the score column, the owner of this answer sheet had written a prominent score of 150 in black ink.

The handwriting was free and casual, with strong strokes.

Wu Zheng: "..."

"This is simply ridiculous," Teacher Wang took two deep breaths before continuing, "Teacher Wu, your school's students are quite unique. Giving themselves a perfect score?"

"No..." Wu Zheng wanted to say, Surely this isn't even a student from our school, is it?

How could our school possibly have a student like this?

Furthermore, Wu Zheng didn't even recognize the handwriting.

Before Wu Zheng could finish his sentence, Teacher Wang interrupted, "Alright, I want to see if they can really get a perfect score."

This unknown examinee not only predicted a perfect score for themselves, but also filled the entire exam paper with solutions, almost showing off. For one question alone, they wrote three or four different methods.

Occasionally, they even left a comment next to a question: This question is no good, what was the question setter thinking?

The creator of the exam papers for the four-school joint exam, Teacher Wang: "..."

Little did Xie Yu know that his and He Chao's math papers had caused such a sensation among the grading teachers, who almost had to call an ambulance at the grading site in No. 14 High School.

He took a break in the morning and went to Blackwater Street.

As soon as he got off the car, he remembered that Aunt Mei had mentioned in the group chat that she had been coughing lately, so he stopped by the pharmacy to buy her some medicine.

The Class 3 chat group was still tallying up the scores, and the discussion had been shaking things up since last night.

[Wan Da]: It's over, no matter how I calculate it, I only got around 90 points in math.

[Liu Cunhao]: @Luo Wenqiang, Brother Qiang, what are you posting on your space? You're flooding the chat.

[Luo Wenqiang]: I heard that miracles happen when you forward things.

While the pharmacy cashier was ringing up his purchase, Xie Yu took the opportunity to glance at Luo Wenqiang's space.

The space was filled with all sorts of strange forwards, "Forward this rock", "Forward this magical napkin", "Forward this lucky charm".

"..."

[Liu Cunhao]: Is this stuff really useful?

[Luo Wenqiang]: It's worth a shot, right? Look at the comments, someone said they suddenly got rich after forwarding and making a wish. It seems pretty effective.

[Wan Da]: Forwarded.

[Xu Qingqing]: Forwarded.

Xie Yu finished paying and walked towards Guangmao with mixed feelings, thinking that the people in Class 3 were really hardworking.