sbdcsierra Chapter 27 The College Entrance Examination Begins
Chapter 27 The College Entrance Examination Begins
The day for issuing college entrance examination admission tickets.
When Wang the Bald walked into Class 7 classroom with a stack of exam admission tickets, his hands were shaking.
"Students, this is your ticket to the future."
Baldy Wang, unusually gentle, spoke softly, his usual sternness gone. "Take this and check the exam room information. Report any problems immediately."
The examination admission ticket was handed to Lin Yu.
Jiangcheng No. 2 Middle School, Third Examination Site, Ninth Examination Room, Seat No. 15.
Xia Zijing turned her head and looked at the card in his hand.
"Where are you?"
Lin Yu asked.
Xia Zijing pushed her examination admission ticket over. Jiangcheng No. 2 Middle School, Third Examination Center, Ninth Examination Room, Seat 16.
Lin Yu raised an eyebrow.
In the same examination room, and even sitting next to each other, the probability of this happening among hundreds of thousands of test takers across the province is ridiculously low.
"I had someone transfer it."
Xia Zijing looked at him expressionlessly and admitted it directly, without a trace of embarrassment from using her privileges.
Why?
"in case."
Xia Zijin pushed up her black-rimmed glasses. "In case I get so nervous during the exam that I forget that universal formula for worrying about the country and its people, I can look at your back to get back into the zone."
Lin Yu chuckled softly.
"The richest man's daughter's privileges are used just to change seats?"
Lin Yu stuffed his exam admission ticket into his school uniform pocket, thinking, "What a waste of resources."
Xia Zijing's pupils dilated slightly.
How did you know?
She lowered her voice.
Lin Yu stood up and pushed his chair back under the table. "The only people in the entire province who can silently rearrange exam room seating arrangements, besides high-ranking officials in the Provincial Education Commission, are a few major taxpayers. Your surname is Xia. The richest man in Jiangcheng also has the surname Xia. Is that so hard to guess?"
Xia Zijin remained silent.
Lin Yu patted her on the shoulder.
"Don't be nervous. I'll treat you to milk tea tomorrow when we go to check out the exam venue. It'll be all sweet. Sugar can relieve anxiety."
As Xia Zijing watched his retreating figure, a barely perceptible smile crept onto her usually cool lips.
June 6th, 2 PM.
Outside the Jiangcheng No. 2 Middle School examination site, a long cordon was set up. Under the blazing sun, the asphalt road surface was softened by the heat and emitted a pungent smell of asphalt.
The entrance was packed with candidates and their parents who came to check out the exam venue.
Lin Yu and Xia Zijing stood under the shade of a tree on the outskirts of the crowd. Lin Yu held two cups of iced bubble tea and handed one to her.
Xia Zijing took the milk tea but didn't drink it. Her gaze remained fixed on the direction of the teaching building inside the cordon, while her other hand unconsciously fiddled with something in her school uniform pocket.
Lin Yu glanced down, reached out, and pulled a folded A4 sheet of paper directly from her pocket.
Let's take a look.
"Variation Training of the Final Questions in the National College Entrance Examination (Science Comprehensive Test) from 2018 to 2022".
Lin Yu sighed, crumpled the paper into a ball, and casually threw a standard three-pointer into a trash can ten meters away.
"Feed".
Xia Zijing rarely showed a hint of panic. "That's what I summarized last night..."
"Your heart rate is at least 110. Your palms are sweaty and your muscles are tense."
Lin Yu bit the straw and took a sip of milk tea. "You're nervous. As the undisputed ruthless test-taking machine of Jiangcheng No. 1 High School, you're actually experiencing pre-exam syndrome."
"I don't."
Xia Zijin was stubborn, but her tone was clearly weak.
"Stop swiping."
Lin Yu looked into her eyes, his tone calm and resolute, "The college entrance exam paper is a hundred times easier than the competition questions you usually do. What you need now is not to review, but to clear your mind."
Xia Zijing looked down at the milk tea cup in her hand. After a while, she inserted the straw and took a small sip.
The cloying sweetness of full sugar sliding down the esophagus does indeed help to relax the tense nerves in the brain.
"And you?"
Xia Zijin asked, "What score are you planning to get on the test tomorrow?"
"I already said that."
Lin Yu looked at the examination building in the distance. "750. Full marks!"
June 7th.
At 9:00 a.m. sharp, the crisp sound of the start bell rang precisely over all the examination centers across the province.
The National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao) has officially begun.
First session: Chinese language.
Lin Yu sat in seat number 15 of examination room nine, sunlight streaming obliquely through the window onto his desk. He took out a standard 2B pencil and a black ballpoint pen, his movements unhurried.
Try curling your hair.
Unlike other test takers who rushed to look at the essay topics, he started with the first modern text reading question and wrote down the questions step by step.
His handwriting was exceptionally neat today. It was no longer the arrogant, slender gold style of the past, but had become an extremely standard regular script. Each character looked as if it had been engraved by a printer—regular, clear, and flawless.
To get full marks on subjective questions, the first step is to completely captivate the examiner's visual senses.
His translations of classical Chinese are precise and unambiguous.
In appreciating poetry, he didn't even use the universal methods he usually taught Xia Zijin. Instead, he wrote a hardcore analysis from the perspectives of phonology and rhetoric, which was enough to impress even senior professors of Chinese language and literature at universities.
11:00 AM.
With half an hour left before the exam ended, Lin Yu wrote the last period on his essay.
This essay, from its theme and structure to its parallelism and citation of evidence, is as perfect as an industrial work of art.
There is no excessive emotional outpouring, only extreme rational restraint and rigor. This is a perfect essay that no one could find fault with.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the exam. Lin Yu put down his pen.
He turned to look at Xia Zijing beside him. Xia Zijing had just finished writing, her expression calm, it seemed that yesterday's universal trick had worked very well.
3 PM.
The math exam, which countless students dread, has begun.
When the test roll was handed to Lin Yu, several suppressed gasps were heard in the examination room.
The first multiple-choice question was a trap involving complex functions. The later, more challenging questions were even worse, with conic sections and derivatives combined in a brutally inhumane way, requiring an outrageously large amount of calculation.
The exam paper produced by Ge Jun truly lived up to its reputation.
Lin Yu glanced at the entire scroll and twitched the corner of his mouth.
This is interesting. The difficulty of this exam paper has finally reached the level of a first-year university-level advanced algebra final exam.
But he didn't even touch the draft paper.
The black ballpoint pen flew directly across the answer sheet.
Solving triangles using trigonometric functions? Two lines of formulas will do the trick.
How to find the dihedral angle in solid geometry? Establish the coordinate system directly, mentally calculate the cross product of the vectors, and get the result in three steps.
The final derivative problem required proving an extremely complex double logarithmic inequality. Lin Yu didn't use the conventional method of scaling down; instead, he directly introduced Taylor series expansion, forcefully compressing the proof into less than five lines using a dimensionality reduction approach.
3:25 PM.
The exam had only been going on for twenty-five minutes.
Lin Yu capped the pen.
I've finished the entire math test.