CHAPTER 69: CHAPTER 69 FULL SCORE

"Have some soup." Rong Zhi handed the spoon to He Songzhi.

"Sis, I want some too." Rong Fengmian came over at some point.

Rong Zhi: "Serve yourself."

Rong Fengmian immediately pouted, feeling wronged.

Sure enough, after Mom woke up, his status in his sister’s heart was gone.

After lunch, Rong Zhi told Rong Fengmian to go rest while she took care of He Songzhi.

Lin Xingteng came to take He Songzhi for a CT scan and happened to run into the young man they hadn’t seen in a while.

He pushed up his glasses with a finger, his brow deep-set and smiling warmly: "Mr. Rong."

He Songzhi looked up suddenly, puzzled, "Mr. Rong?"

Since when did Zaizai become "Mr."?

He Songzhi found it a bit strange only now.

After she woke up, she heard people around her calling Rong Zhi terms like "Mr." or "Little Brother," but Zaizai is a girl?

Rong Zhi spoke first before her: "Doctor Lin, long time no see."

Lin Xingteng smiled, "Long time no see, is Mr. Rong starting school? We haven’t seen much of you lately."

Rong Zhi nodded faintly.

Lin Xingteng’s gaze passed over the increasingly stunning face of the young man, and then he lowered his eyes to hide the deep thoughts emerging from them, looking at He Songzhi, he said, "You’ve been quite busy, so we’ll take Aunt He for the checkup first then."

...

The weekend quickly passed by.

When Rong Zhi returned to Class 2 of senior year, there were more snacks on her desk.

"Tribute for you." Ying Hengyu smiled ingratiatingly.

Rong Zhi pushed aside a few of the bread items.

Ying Hengyu: "Brother, don’t you like bread?"

Rong Zhi: "No."

It’s too dry, and since she doesn’t like drinking milk, she can’t swallow it without a drink.

Ying Hengyu understood and promised never to bring her bread again.

"Where have you gotten with the notes?" Rong Zhi picked up an egg and cracked the shell with one hand.

The monthly exam was on Wednesday, only two days away. Rong Zhi calculated that Ying Hengyu had enough time to thoroughly understand the contents of the notebook.

Ying Hengyu’s eyebrows perked up with joy, he hastily brought out the notebook like a treasure, "I’ve gotten to here, but there’re some parts I don’t understand, Third Brother, could you explain to me..."

Qin Man Yue, sitting at the front, turned around, "Explaining the topics, may I listen in?"

Ying Hengyu, who was still babbling, immediately fell silent, scratched his head, with unusual blushes on his cheeks, "Yes, of course you can!"

Upon hearing this, Wentianhui and Bai Yang immediately moved their chairs closer, "Brother Yu, Brother Yu, we want to listen too."

Ying Hengyu instantly kicked each of them, "Go, go, Third Brother is explaining to me and Man Yue, what are you guys butting in for?"

Bai Yang: "It’s all about sharing the good stuff; we’ve never heard Third Brother explain a topic before."

Wentianhui nodded with sincerity.

Ying Hengyu’s face darkened.

Rong Zhi finished eating the egg slowly and succinctly said: "It’s fine, anyone who wants to listen can listen."

After all, she’s explaining to Ying Hengyu, so having a few more listeners doesn’t matter.

Compared to the peacefulness in the classroom, the math group office was like an Asura field at this moment.

Old Li hadn’t fully recovered, his face looked pale, but he still organized the test papers on the desk and pushed them in front of Yao Xiaoshan, "Our school’s results this time aren’t very good, perhaps because the questions were too difficult."

The results of the math Olympic Competition came out yesterday, and overall, they were quite average.

"How many points did that student Rong Meng score in Mr. Zhou’s class? That kid usually has good grades," asked Yan You, who teaches second-year math.

Yao Xiaoshan looked through the test papers in her hand, her expression turning more serious as she read.

Most of the test papers only had a few questions answered, with the rest completely blank.

Quite a few major problems were entirely blank.

Some even only had the beginning answer to the first problem, and it was wrong.

After flipping through this stack of dismal test papers, Yao Xiaoshan took a deep breath to suppress her inner helplessness and frustration.

Old Li sighed, "The kids are not to blame, these questions are just too advanced."

"But they’re representing the best high school in Hua Country, and they couldn’t even produce two decent contestants; how will people ridicule us?" Yao Xiaoshan said.

Arriving a bit late, Zhou Zhongming happened to hear this sentence. He chuckled and dug out the test paper belonging to Rong Meng from the pile Yao Xiaoshan had discarded.

"125 points, not bad. Have the rankings been released?" Zhou Zhongming clicked his tongue, thinking, even though it’s only 125 points, in this context of generally low scores, Rong Meng’s score is considered high.

Yan You: "Wow, Rong Meng is amazing! Scoring 125 on such a difficult paper, let me see what was answered correctly."

As Yan You’s expression turned more and more impressed, Zhou Zhongming smiled modestly but looked at Old Li with a hint of disdain, "I wonder if the student Mr. Li had insisted on participating last week has gotten their result yet?"

"But this time, the contest questions were hard, not getting points is normal. I’m already pleased with Rong Meng’s score, don’t lose heart Mr. Li, next time, he’ll definitely do well."

Old Li wasn’t particularly buoyant, but Zhou Zhongming’s attitude irked him nonetheless, "Mr. Zhou, we haven’t found Rong Zhi’s paper yet, why the rush?"

"Haven’t found it?" Zhou Zhongming raised an eyebrow, "Maybe it got shuffled away because they forgot to write their name, that’s why we can’t find it."

Yan You looked from one to the other, utterly perplexed by their random bickering.

"Alright," Yao Xiaoshan stepped in to mediate, "let’s search around, it might have fallen somewhere."

Just then, a teacher who had gone to get water from the dispenser noticed a corner of white paper and pulled it out, surprised to find it was an Olympic test paper, "Is it this one? Probably wasn’t weighed down properly and got blown away."

She then glanced at the densely written paper and remarked, "Nice handwriting, it’s filled with answers too, let me check the score—"

She spoke as she walked, then paused here.

All the teachers cast inquiring glances toward her.

Teacher: "1, 180?"

Yan You’s head shot up: "Huh?"

Yao Xiaoshan puzzled: "180 points, whose paper is it?"

"Look," the teacher forgot about her water, shakily putting the test paper on the table with earnestness, "it really is 180 points, the student is named Rong Zhi."

Yan You got it, continued: "Rong Zhi..."

The next second.

"????"

"Rong Zhi?!"

The teachers were taken aback by the name and couldn’t collect themselves.

Yao Xiaoshan immediately pulled out the paper, carefully examining it from the first question onwards, then turned the page.

It was the carefree and bold handwriting of a young person, couldn’t be faked.

She turned back to the front and looked at the name section.

Name, written in vigorous strokes: Rong Zhi

Class: Class 2, Senior Year

Score, in bright red: 180

Perfect score!!

Yao Xiaoshan had never found a score to be so beautiful before.

This felt more thrilling than being promoted to grade director.

Old Li also came forward to look at the paper beside her hand.

"Full score... it really is a full score."

He mumbled, eyes bright with emotion.

In all his years of teaching, this was only the second time he’d encountered someone scoring full marks in the Olympic Competition! And it was a student he had recommended!

Old Li’s entire demeanor was invigorated, "Director Yao, please give me the paper, I must tell Rong Zhi this great news!"

Yao Xiaoshan nodded, and Old Li left the office with a spring in his step.