He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 10: Questioning the Judges, Everyone Was Shocked
Against a background so white it's almost invisible.

Oscar Wilde looked at Licques as if he were seeing his younger self.

Just like she was back then.

Young, excellent, and talented.

Both were irregularly shaped life forms, and she could better understand the difficulty Li Ji faced in overcoming his physiological instincts.

It's not like Delulu's simple imitation of Earthling behavior based on her physical structure.

The hardships and pain that Li Ji had to endure were hundreds of thousands of times greater than those that Dai Lulu had to bear.

This is what it means to make up for lack of talent through diligence.

If you are born with a deficiency, you can make up for it through hard work.

Just like I was back then.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Wilde couldn't help but shed a few tears.

Li Ji watched as Professor Wilde became like a dark cloud, with water dripping from beneath him.

Professor, why is it raining?

Are they going to take back my perfect score?

Li Ji had some doubts about the perfect score, but he didn't say anything.

Eating pork belly noodles at a halal restaurant is a sin, no matter what.

He looked at Wilde's slightly parted lips, which meant the other man must have realized his problem.

It's okay, let them deduct a few points. As long as I get 34 points, I can pass.

Oscar Wilde floated over gently: "Li Ji, I have something I want to ask you."

Li Ji understood that what was bound to happen would eventually happen.

He did not avoid the other person's gaze at all; the other person's black eyes were like bottomless black holes.

"Teacher, I admit I shouldn't have ordered the pork belly ramen."

"What is pork belly ramen? Why can't I order it?"

Oscar Wilde looked bewildered, his eyes as clear as if he had just woken up.

Li Ji was also completely bewildered. He didn't know whether the other party was testing him or genuinely didn't know.

But upholding his ethical principles, he explained, "It's a complex of abdominal muscle from even-toed ungulates and cereal gelatinized fiber."

"That's a halal restaurant, you can't eat pork there."

Oscar Wilde scratched his face, thought for a moment, and then asked, "What is halal?"

Li Ji was completely dumbfounded, and then he had another epiphany.

None of the seemingly inconsistencies in the situational test were actually traps.

Oscar Wilde was such a fool; he didn't know anything and just designed things haphazardly!

Do you know how many brain cells I lost while pondering this?

I should have thought of it earlier.

Oscar Wilde, as an expert specializing in the study of human behavior on Earth, did not have a profound understanding of Earth's culture; his understanding was at the level of a fourth-grade student.

Moreover, it is said that Wilde had not been to Earth for thirty years, so everything in this scenario was probably fabricated based on her vague impressions.

Li Ji had a premonition when he didn't find any RMB in his pocket, and he never expected it to be true.

If I were a reviewer, I would also shut down this terrible, misleading major!
and many more!

Reviewer?
Li Ji suddenly realized that the reviewers could hear their conversation clearly. If his questions stumped the teachers, the reviewers would definitely think that the teaching quality of the major was unreliable, and the major was really at risk of being shut down.

Li Ji immediately forced a smile and made up a story: "Halal is a culinary school that is particularly good at cooking beef and mutton, but not good at cooking pork."

"I think it's a bit of a shame not to order beef and mutton; it wasn't quite perfect."

As Li Ji spoke, his eyes were fixed on the holographic projection, hoping to discern some emotion within the blurry outline.

Oscar Wilde smiled wryly. "You really are a perfectionist student. Don't worry too much about that. Our exam focuses on imitating human behavior, not testing your signature dishes." "What I want to ask is, where did you learn about Earth's tipping culture?"

"tip?"

Li Ji wondered if the professor would think he was giving a tip because he hadn't asked for change when he was in a hurry to leave the exam.

Don't people in Tianjin accept tips?
"That's right, you gave the shopkeeper a tip of 3 units of Earth currency when you paid the bill."

What is Earth's currency?
You can't be unaware that different countries around the world have different currencies, can you?
How did you become a teacher?
Did you skip classes in college?
"Your actions have really caught my eye. This should be the topic for next semester's Earth Society and Customs class. I didn't expect you to have already previewed this far ahead."

Li Ji scratched the back of his head and laughed, "I'm not as outstanding as the teacher said."

Oscar Wilde patted him on the shoulder.

I didn't feel anything real; I just felt a disturbing current of air brushing against my shoulder.

He suddenly realized that the other party was maintaining the form of an Earthling without the assistance of a force field, and this kind of resistance to physiological instincts was extremely difficult.

The original owner also tried to imitate human behavior, but it was too difficult to make the soft, limp jelly move like a human, so the original owner quickly gave up.

Without the motor memories brought by the soul transfer, Li Ji would probably have failed his course by now.

He inexplicably felt a sense of empathy.

Li Ji seemed to understand why Oscar Wilde could be the professor of this course.

Wang Erde said earnestly, "Congratulations, you passed the make-up exam."

"You can go back now."

Oscar Wilde looked at the student in front of him with admiration in his eyes. He had already planned to upload Li Ji's make-up exam video to the class group so that everyone could study together.

The slender figure and Shark Baby were still standing there, their eyes vacant, seemingly lost in their own world.

"I haven't received the results yet!"

Li Ji didn't have a very deep relationship with either of them, especially the thin and long guy, who was quite annoying.

But after all, they were brothers in misfortune who had failed the exam together, and had gone through life and death together, so they didn't want the other to go and drive a garbage ship.

He wanted to see everyone safely through before leaving.

Oscar Wilde replied, “I understand how you feel, but your exam is over. You must leave now to avoid disturbing my and the judges’ evaluation process.”

Professor Wilde's earlier expression of satisfaction vanished, and his brow furrowed slightly.

The teacher and student both realized that the test was not over yet.

The person who truly decides whether they can stay on campus is in the holographic image; no one can see his expression, and no one can guess what he is thinking.

A door, as tall as a person, opened in the white wall behind Li Ji.

He handed over the mimicry device, and a pulse of electricity flowed through his body, transforming him back into a three-eyed, pointed-mouthed jelly with eight tentacles.

He turned and left.

When he reached the door, he turned back.

He looked at the blurry holographic image, made up his mind, and made a bold decision.

Rather than waiting to die, it's better to take the initiative.

The long, pointed metal beak emitted a sharp sound.

"Respected judges, I have something to say."

"I demonstrated a level of realism in this make-up exam that was indistinguishable from that of an Earthling; my behavior patterns were completely indistinguishable from those of an Earthling."

"All of this is thanks to Professor Wilde and the Department of Earth Sciences."

"It is well known that cross-species behavioral imitation training is extremely difficult."

"I was able to achieve this level of performance in just one semester."

"Does this prove that the Department of Earth Sciences has excellent teaching quality and sufficient value to exist?"

(End of this chapter)