I'm a senior in high school, and the Emperor Development System has arrived!

Chapter 148 Are you going to fly up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?

The evening breeze of late summer blows in, carrying a hint of coolness amidst the heat.

Cheng Yanqiu took out a fascia knife, which made Chen Zhou a little scared.

Chen Zhou forced a smile:

"Senior sister, can you be gentler?"

Cheng Yanqiu smiled and tried to distract Chen Zhou by saying something:
"Junior brother, do you like running?"

The sudden question startled Chen Zhou slightly.

He thought about it carefully, then smiled and said:
"Well, although the training was quite tiring, the feeling of running was very comfortable."

As he spoke, he turned his head and met Cheng Yanqiu's gaze:

"I love the feeling of being chased by the wind."

Cheng Yanqiu was slightly taken aback, then smiled.

"That's good. I was worried you wouldn't be able to handle this training intensity!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhou was about to say something when he felt the fascia knife on his hind leg suddenly tighten, causing him to cry out:

“It hurts, it hurts!!”

Cheng Yanqiu laughed heartily:
"Pain is what makes it effective."

The training process is both painful and enjoyable.

For the next two months, Chen Zhou was just as busy as he was today.

She trains early in the morning, attends classes and has fun during the day, chats with Bai Qianqian during breaks, and then continues training in the evening, enjoying Cheng Yanqiu's exclusive massage.

After returning home from evening self-study, he would tease Jiang Xia and Lu Mi whenever he had a spare moment, and then play out role-playing scenarios with Jiang Yutong.

This kind of life has a unique flavor.

Thanks to his daily practice, Chen Zhou accumulated a lot of imperial prestige, raising all subjects except mathematics to level 2.

I was originally planning to wait for the joint entrance exam and show off a bit (no, scratch that).

But for some unknown reason, the Municipal Education Bureau has strictly prohibited high schools from organizing any joint examinations other than midterms and finals.

The autumn wind blew against my face.

The camphor trees on campus turned from green to yellow, and the fallen leaves, like countless golden butterflies, swirled and fluttered down in the wind.

Midterm exams.

Outside the exam hall, the three abstract characters leaned against the railing outside the classroom, chatting casually.

Li Bin slumped over the railing and said angrily:
"Damn, each exam costs ten yuan or so. There are nearly a million test takers in the province. How much money is wasted on each exam?"

Stephen Chow patted him on the shoulder and reminded him:

"I heard that in the past, senior high school students would take more than twenty joint entrance exams in a year."

Chen Zhou smacked his lips:
"Selling a few exam papers for such a high price, it feels like there's something fishy going on here?"

Li Bin chuckled and said:

"Otherwise, why would the principal keep getting better and better cars?"

After a few casual words, the exam bell rang.

The three of them headed straight for their respective examination rooms.

Chen Zhou easily found his seat, then paused slightly when he saw the long-haired, straight-haired girl at the table behind him, before greeting her:

"Class monitor, what a coincidence!"

Because they got the same score in the last entrance exam, they naturally sat together this time.

Jiang Yutong propped her cheek on her hand, glanced at him lazily, and said irritably:
"It's all your fault, you kept me from sleeping well last night."

Chen Zhou scratched the back of his head, smiled, and then said righteously:

"Class monitor, isn't this all for the sake of your new book?"

Jiang Yutong shook her head, yawned, and said:
"Stop talking. With this kind of studying pace every day, there's simply no time to start a new book. I might as well start writing after the college entrance exam."

Chen Zhou nodded and said:

"That's true, the college entrance exam is definitely the most important thing right now."

After chatting casually for a few minutes, Chen Zhou sat down, his mind replaying the content of yesterday's video performance, and his face flushed slightly.

Milky white snow.

This is seriously affecting my exam performance.

Chen Zhou took a deep breath and brought up the system:
Name: Chen Zhou

Text: 58

"Martial Arts: 50"

"Charm: 40"

"Imperial Might: 300"

「技能:玩梗lv5、开车lv4、毒舌lv4、短跑lv4、火影格斗lv3、篮球lv3、数学lv3、高中文科lv2……」

Special Effects: Golden Legend, Speed ​​is of the Essence, Keen Insight, Hardening

Having completed several tasks previously, we had actually built up a sense of imperial prestige.

However, as the skill level increases, the amount of Imperial Prestige consumed also increases.

In this situation, the cost-effectiveness of improving attributes actually increases.

For a period of time afterward, Chen Zhou devoted himself to improving his attributes.

The text attribute has now reached 58, just one step away from 60.

After turning off the control panel, Chen Zhou looked at the proctor who was walking into the examination room and was slightly taken aback.

It was actually Shim Eun-hee.

Holding the exam papers, she walked solemnly to the podium, her gaze sweeping across the entire room:
"Please place any items unrelated to the exam on the podium."

After she finished speaking, she began distributing the answer sheets, followed by the exam papers.

"Check the number of pages on the exam paper and fill in your name and exam number."

Shen Enxi's voice was clear and pleasant.

Chen Zhou flattened the exam paper, and the fresh scent of ink mixed with the aroma of camphor leaves drifting in from outside the window filled his nostrils.

He first flipped to the last page to see the essay topic, which was still a regular argumentative essay, this time on the theme of cultural innovation.

The classical Chinese poetry recitation questions included "Ode to the Red Cliff" and "Ascending the Heights".

Level 2 Chinese language skills enabled him to memorize information so that he could lock in the correct answer almost without thinking.

This feeling of ease and control is much smoother than when I took the exam at the beginning of the semester.

Ren Feng had organized several exams before, and Chen Zhou's Chinese score was consistently around 125.

This is basically top-tier level for No. 2 High School.

He wrote smoothly, the pen tip scratching on the paper, occasionally glancing up at the window.

"Fifteen minutes left."

Shen Enxi's reminder brought Chen Zhou back to his senses. He checked his essay and added a memorable quote to the ending to elevate it.

When the bell rang to signal the end of the exam, Chen Zhou looked at the neat handwriting on the answer sheet and suddenly felt that the past two hours had been exceptionally fulfilling.

"How did the exam go?"

As Jiang Yutong packed up her stationery, she asked in a low voice, a hint of weariness still lingering in her eyes.

Chen Zhou winked at her:
"Chinese is just so-so, around 120."

Jiang Yutong rolled her eyes:

"120 isn't enough? Do you want to fly up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?"

Chen Zhou shook his head and slowly said:

"For me, 120 is just the basic score, 130 is the starting point, 140 is barely passing, and 150 is the goal."

"Never serious."

Jiang Yutong scolded him and lightly tapped his shoulder:

"Good luck with math this afternoon, don't get a perfect score again and discourage others."

Since Chen Zhou upgraded his math score to level 3, his math score has almost never fallen below 140.

The exam papers are fairly standard, and scores of 150 are common.

After all, since the new question type was removed from the 2025 college entrance examination, the difficulty of getting high scores in mathematics for top students like them has been greatly reduced.

People who used to score 120 or 130 can now generally score around 140.

Now, Chen Zhou has finally realized that after reaching the pinnacle in mathematics and English, it is Chinese that truly sets people apart.

After all, once your English level reaches LV2, you'll generally have a score of 130 or 140.

Other top students are basically at this level. Among the three main subjects, the only one where a significant difference can be made is Chinese.

After all, no matter how well you do in the other two subjects, it won't affect your Chinese score of 100 or 110.

But if someone else scores 130, then there's a difference of 20 points.

How can math and English possibly make up for those 20 points?

As for the three minor subjects, top students each have their own strengths, and at this level, it's really hard to differentiate them.

After finishing the Chinese exam at 11:30, senior high school students don't need to go back to the classroom; they can go straight to lunch.

Upon arriving at the school gate, Chen Zhou spotted a figure with a short ponytail. A smile crept across his face as he stealthily approached from behind.

Just as Chen Zhou's hand covered those eyes, he heard a clear "mmm" sound from below.

"Guess who I am?"

He deliberately lowered his voice, but he could feel her eyelashes trembling gently in his palm.

Jiang Xia grabbed his hand without thinking and said irritably:

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old? I could tell it was you even with my ass."

Chen Zhou only listened to half of what he was told, then nodded and said:
"You think of me with your ass? That's quite unique; everyone else thinks of me with their heads."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xia rolled her eyes to the sky, clenched her fist, and lightly swung it at Chen Zhou:

"Haaah, take this Pegasus Meteor Fist!"

Chen Zhou smiled and turned his head away, casually ruffling her short ponytail:
"With your little fists, hitting me is like tickling me."

"That's because I didn't use enough force!"

Jiang Xia retorted stubbornly, but secretly withdrew his fist, instead kicking up a fallen leaf at his feet, and asked:
"Okay, what's for lunch?"

Chen Zhou slowly took her small hand and smiled, his cheeks twitching:
How about I eat you?

Jiang Xia glanced around nervously, then quickly shook off Chen Zhou's hand and said:
"Stop being so glib, we're right in front of the school!"

Chen Zhou chuckled and said:

"Don't worry, no one will see. Besides, this isn't just being glib; it's stating the facts."

Jiang Xia ignored him and walked straight ahead:

"Let's hurry, or we'll miss lunch."

Chen Zhou quickly followed:

"I'm coming!"

Because there were no joint exams to slow down the progress, the school designed midterms and finals as simulated exams.

The exam will be conducted in the same three-day format as the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao).

So, the exam consists of one subject, Chinese, in the morning and only one subject, Math, in the afternoon.

At 2:30 pm, Chen Zhou was chewing on the orange candy that Bai Qianqian had fed him.

Before the sweet smell had even faded, the proctor walked in carrying the math exam papers.

After receiving the test paper, Chen Zhou mentally calculated the first five questions in the five minutes before the exam.

Fifteen minutes into the exam, complete all multiple-choice and fill-in-the-blank questions.

The first problem in the problem-solving section was about trigonometric functions. Chen Zhou glanced at the problem and wrote down the formula for the auxiliary angle.

The pen tip traced a smooth arc on the answer sheet, with the sin and cos symbols standing neatly to the right of the equals sign, like well-trained soldiers.

When writing the second question to find the maximum or minimum value, Chen Zhou suddenly remembered that Shao Xi had specifically reminded him not to use solutions that were beyond the scope of the curriculum.

So he deliberately changed the derivative steps to the completing the square method for quadratic functions. Although it was a bit more troublesome, it would make the examiners feel more comfortable reading it.

As soon as I finished reading the third question on probability and statistics, the outline of a tree diagram appeared in my mind.

Solve these easy questions steadily and surely.

We come to the penultimate problem, conic sections, which is essentially the same problem with midpoint chords but in a different guise.

Chen Zhou drew an auxiliary line on the draft paper and instantly had an idea.

The second part of the last derivative problem was quite interesting; it required constructing two functions to compare their sizes.

Chen Zhou chewed on his pen cap and thought for half a minute, when suddenly an inspiration struck:

The line is broken at x=1, with the left side using the Lagrange Mean Value Theorem and the right side using Taylor expansion, clearly distinguishing the two.

He was engrossed in writing, and when he finished the last period, the minute hand of the clock was pointing to the very top.

The exam started at 3 o'clock, and Chen Zhou finished the math exam at 4 o'clock sharp.

He checked the exam paper from beginning to end, corrected a typo, and then capped the pen and placed it on the corner of the table.

150 points, I got it!

Even a single point less would mean Chen Zhou has lost.

The remaining hour felt exceptionally long.

Chen Zhou rested his chin on his arm and stared blankly at the sky outside the window.

The clouds drifted very slowly, like elongated cotton candy.

Chen Zhou's gaze followed the movement of the clouds, and he suddenly remembered the autumn sports meet next Wednesday.

He signed up for the 100-meter, 200-meter, and 400-meter races.

All of them are short and middle-distance running events that he excels at.

Even without using the "Speed ​​is of the essence" skill, he can still run under 10.50 seconds, reaching the level of a national-level athlete.

In other words, even without any special advantages, he now has the ability to be admitted to Tsinghua or Peking University through special admissions.

Well, Xiao Kai doesn’t really count as Kai.

But aside from scaring that old man Zhang Jilong into silence, he hasn't had a chance to demonstrate such strength yet.

After all, they've been in closed training for a while now.

Because of his training schedule, other sports students at the school didn't even know he existed.

Chen Zhou said, "What does it mean to wear fine clothes in the dark?"

However, after the sports meet, there was the provincial track and field championships that he had been looking forward to for a long time.

Zhang Jilong has already registered him to participate in the competition under the school's name, along with other sports students.

After sorting out the upcoming schedule, Chen Zhou yawned and slumped onto the table.

When I woke up again, it was Jiang Yutong who woke me up.

Those beautiful eyes stared at him, her tone full of helplessness as she said:

"It's true that comparisons are odious. We were on the same test paper, but I couldn't finish it in two hours, while you finished it in an hour, spent half an hour spacing out, and even slept for half an hour."

Chen Zhou chuckled and said:

"We're talking about time management!"

Jiang Yutong blinked and said:

"Okay, okay, it was my fault. I shouldn't have compared myself to a pervert like you."

Now it was Chen Zhou's turn to be speechless:
"How did I suddenly become a pervert when I was perfectly fine?"

Jiang Yutong said with a smile:

"If you're not a pervert, then who is?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaomeng, who was passing by the two, timidly raised her hand:
"I wholeheartedly agree with what the class monitor said."

Chen Zhou sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

Fortunately, Lin Xiaomeng is a girl, otherwise she would have had to add an extra leg.

Chen Zhou could only nod:
"Alright, alright, it has to be you guys."

After some casual chatting and arguing, the group headed towards their classroom.

As soon as I reached the back door of the classroom, I saw Shen Enxi wandering around inside, catching two students who were secretly comparing answers and giving them a lecture.

Once you finish one exam, forget about it.

This is probably a phrase that every school mentions.

Anyway, after every exam, Shen Enxi would scold anyone who checked the answers.

Actually, upon closer examination, there is some merit to not allowing the comparison of answers.

Chen Zhou rubbed his chin.

After all, if someone were to blindly come and compare answers with him at this moment, any difference would be obvious.

Needless to say, he made a mistake.

He could tolerate regular exams, but he couldn't imagine anyone suffering such a crushing defeat in the college entrance exam.

(End of this chapter)