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The four students sat diagonally across different parts of the classroom.

Their gazes swept across the area like searchlights, leaving no blind spots.

The exam papers were not simply distributed; instead, the grade head opened a specially made kraft paper file folder on the spot.

Take out the sealed test papers.

The answer sheets are specially made and have anti-counterfeiting features.

All scratch paper will be numbered and must be collected after the exam.

School security guards are stationed at both the front and back doors of the classrooms, and anyone is strictly prohibited from approaching or disturbing them.

Such a strict, almost exaggerated, invigilation setup,

This has never happened before in the history of Ming Hwa High School!

The students from other classes, peering out from the windows in the corridor, were all dumbfounded.

Some people started whispering:

"My goodness... this is even stricter than the college entrance exam!"

"Three teachers watching one student... not even a fly could get in!"

"There's absolutely no chance of cheating now! There's not even a chance to exchange a glance!"

"It seems the school is serious... We'll soon find out whether Fu Hua is a dragon or a worm."

"Honestly, seeing this, I'm starting to believe she might have actually passed the exam on her own merit... Otherwise, why would the school go to such lengths to prove she cheated? Wouldn't it have been simpler to just take action?"

Amidst the various discussions, almost everyone reached a consensus:

Under such surveillance, even if Fu Hua had extraordinary abilities, there would be absolutely no possibility of her cheating.

This test will be the cruelest, yet fairest, touchstone.

Fu Hua sat down in the designated seat.

He seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere around him.

She moved her wrist slightly.

His gaze calmly fell on the exam paper that had just been handed to him, still smelling of fresh ink.

Professor Yan stood on the podium, looked around,

His gaze lingered on Fu Hua's face for a few seconds.

Then, in a deep voice, he announced: "The exam begins. The time is the same as the monthly exam. Please answer honestly."

Fu Hua picked up her pen without hesitation, lowered her head, and began to examine the question.

The scratching sound of the pen tip on the paper was exceptionally clear in the quiet conference room, where you could hear a pin drop.

A battle that will determine fate and test the truth has officially begun.

Outside the window, countless eyes held their breath, awaiting the outcome.

The sound of the pen tip gliding across the paper is regular and steady.

Fu Hua lowered her eyes and quickly scanned the math test paper she had just received.

After reading only the first few multiple-choice questions and one fill-in-the-blank question, her eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

—The comprehensiveness and depth of thought required for the questions were significantly higher than those in the last monthly exam.

The last two challenging questions, in particular, subtly pushed the boundaries of the competition.

It requires a very high level of integration and application of knowledge points.

She knew in her heart that this was probably "special attention" from the school or the unfamiliar proctor.

However, this did not panic her.

Instead, it aroused a subtle desire for challenge.

She didn't need scratch paper; complex calculations and spatial concepts quickly took shape in her mind.

Translate these into clear steps, which are then directly written on the answer sheet.

Her handwriting remains neat and tidy, with a reasonable layout.

It wasn't like participating in a high-pressure test that would determine one's fate.

Instead, it is a calm and logical deduction.

The female headmistress of the senior year was responsible for overseeing the Chinese and English sections.

When she got to the English test, she stood up and slowly walked over to Fu Hua.

My eyes were involuntarily drawn to the neat and beautiful English handwriting.

Fu Hua is currently working on a reading comprehension exercise about technology ethics.

Her handwriting is fluent yet angular.

The words are evenly spaced, the paragraphs are clearly defined, and it exudes a natural elegance.

What alarmed the director even more was that

Fu Hua's speed and accuracy in answering questions are 100%.

There were several vocabulary fill-in-the-blank questions that she found tricky.

She wrote down the answer almost without thinking.

And it was exactly the same as the standard answer in Director Sun's mind.

A girl who can write such beautiful handwriting, possesses such a good sense of language and such a large vocabulary...

In the heart of this female director, the once solid fortress of suspicion quietly began to crack.

I can't help but suspect that this cheating scandal is a huge misunderstanding.

She has seen too many students.

Cheating may steal the answers, but it cannot steal writing skills and language proficiency.

This is the result of years of accumulation.

This Fu Hua may really be more than she seems.

Professor Yan, who appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, sat to the side and slightly behind the podium.

At this moment, he also slightly opened his eyes.

His gaze fell upon Fu Hua, filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

He knows the weight of the math problems he sets.

When faced with this level of difficulty, even top students would likely hesitate, frown, and repeatedly calculate.

Moreover, he was confident that the students at that school could answer that question.

This girl was... too composed.

Her posture remained almost unchanged, her back straight, her hand holding the pen as steady as a rock.

Only the occasional rapid movement of the eyes and the slight trembling of the long eyelashes,

This shows that her brain is working at high speed.

This composure and focused, selfless attitude in the face of danger is extraordinary in itself.

Professor Yan's initial critical thinking was gradually replaced by an expectation of discovering a hidden gem.

Unlike Fu Hua, Zhang Wen was the center of attention.

She sat alone in the small conference room, facing Principal Gao, whose face was serious.

After trying out the curling, she only did a few questions before her heart sank.

He secretly groaned: Oh no, this question is even harder than the last one!

Those formulas seem to recognize me, but I don't recognize them!

Panic gripped her instantly.

She could almost see what would happen if she failed the exam.

Zhou Rong and his group mocked even more blatantly.

Seeing Class 6 of Dingyu once again nailed to the pillar of shame,

A cold sweat shot up from the soles of her feet to her back, and Zhang Wen couldn't help but shiver.

But then she remembered that Fu Hua was in another classroom at the moment.

The pressure and scrutiny they face are definitely more terrifying than what they experience on their own.

Zhang Wen's heart clenched immediately.

No! We can't panic!

Qingqing is still fighting. If I collapse first, wouldn't that be even more embarrassing for her?

This thought acted like a shot of adrenaline, piercing Zhang Wen's heart.

She bit her tongue hard, and the pain instantly brought her back to her senses.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Wen forced herself to focus all her attention on the question in front of her.

Stop thinking about the outcome, stop listening to the noisy negative voices in your head.

I don't know how to do this, I'll skip it for now...

This seems vaguely familiar. What was the formula again?

Yes, Huahua talked about a similar variation...

She tried hard to recall every detail of the time Fu Hua tutored her.

Although I still struggle with many questions and my problem-solving speed is slow.

But her gaze gradually became focused.

My hand holding the pen gradually became steady.

She knew she might not do well on the test, but she would at least give it her all.

We must live up to Fu Hua's guidance and also live up to our own courage.

Principal Gao silently observed Zhang Wen's process of going from panic to forcing herself to calm down and think things through.

His serious face was expressionless.

But deep in his eyes, a barely perceptible hint of relief flickered.

Time ticked by. Both examination rooms were completely silent.

The only sound was the scratching of the pen against the paper.

And the occasional, very light footsteps of the proctor.