Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

On Wednesday evening, Xu Li honked his horn twice downstairs without any regard for good deeds.

Chen Yiran came downstairs with a hot dog in his mouth and almost stumbled from the cold wind. February in Delaware, to put it nicely, is early spring; to put it bluntly, it's winter that's reluctant to leave.

Liu Ya and Lin Xiuxiu were already sitting in the back seat. Liu Ya was holding two pairs of gloves, while Lin Xiuxiu was wrapped up tightly, with only her eyes showing.

"Let's go, where to ski?"

"UD Ice Arena, you can get in with your student ID. I know where it is, it'll be there in five minutes." Xu Li turned the heater to the maximum.

Chen Yiran got into the passenger seat, finished the hot dog in two bites, and patted the bread crumbs off his hands.

"Have you ever ice skated?" Lin Xiuxiu asked from the back seat.

"I skated on Shichahai Lake once when I was a child."

After driving for five minutes, we turned into a parking lot. Newark Ice Arena was right next door, a gray corrugated iron building with a hockey stick sign hanging at the entrance. It looked quite grand, but you can't expect too much from a place like Newark.

A blast of cold air hit her as soon as she went inside; it was even colder than outside. Ice skates were available for rent at the counter for five dollars a pair. Chen Yiran picked a pair in her size; the uppers were worn white, and the laces needed to be tied in three knots before they felt tight.

There were already more than a dozen people on the ice. Most of them were American children, the oldest around ten years old and the youngest only three or four. Some were being led by their parents as they learned to walk, while others were carrying hockey sticks and running around recklessly. In the corner were a few Asian faces, who looked like international students.

Four people, except for Chen Yiran, stepped onto the ice while holding onto the railing.

It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but he felt he could manage. He had tried it once in his past life, so he figured he should be able to do it.

Take the first step, the blade of your skate cuts into the ice, and you stay steady.

The second step went well.

On the third step, he stumbled, instinctively waving his hands twice to barely stay upright.

"You're something else!" Xu Li moved over, holding onto the railing, at a speed about 0.5 times that of a snail.

Before Chen Yiran could reply, there was a "smack" behind him.

Liu Ya has already fallen.

Clutching his knee, he felt both pain and a desire to laugh, his face turning red from holding it in.

Lin Xiuxiu tried to help, but slipped and fell. Chen Yiran instinctively tried to help her up, but was also pulled down.

Your heart rate has suddenly increased. We suggest you rest for a bit, or perhaps stop skating.

Chen Yiran retorted inwardly: I was knocked down by someone, I didn't fall on my own!

Seeing this horrific scene from behind, Xu Li slowly backed away, holding onto the railing.

Upon seeing this, Lin Xiuxiu simply scrambled over and pulled Xu Li down as well.

Chen Yiran was a little embarrassed. Everyone around him was looking at them. He quickly got up and said, "Don't embarrass yourselves. Everyone, get up now."

Then, ignoring the three of them, he decisively walked away, trying to pretend he didn't know them.

Chen Yiran is indeed quite good at skating. Although she only skated once in her previous life, she can still slowly glide across the ice like an old person.

After skating a few more laps, Xu Li finally mustered his courage and let go of the railing.

Then, with a "bang," Xu Li accelerated straight ahead and crashed directly into the soft mat on the side of the field, hanging there like a fly swatted on glass.

"Hahahahaha—"

Everyone in the room was laughing, including Liu Ya and Lin Xiuxiu.

Then, in their moment of extreme joy, the two of them fell down again.

Xu Li started shifting the blame: "There's something wrong with this ice rink; it's too slippery."

Chen Yiran almost choked: "Nonsense, what kind of ice rink is it if it's not for skating?"

Lin Xiuxiu was now able to slide slowly while holding onto the railing, but every step was as cautious as if she were stepping on a landmine. Liu Ya was taking pictures of her from the side, laughing as she did so, almost dropping her phone in the process.

After skating for about an hour, the four finally gave up on treatment and sat down on a bench by the field.

Liu Ya touched her buttocks and said, "I feel like I'll be lying in bed all day tomorrow."

Xu Li rubbed his knee and said, "I feel like I'm floating when I walk."

Lin Xiuxiu didn't say anything, but silently looked at her palms, which were covered with red marks from when she fell and braced herself on the ground.

Chen Yiran was alright, because he maintained a gliding speed like an elderly person, not seeking speed but only avoiding falls. In his previous life, he sprained his ankle once when he was in his thirties and had to recuperate for three months. Since then, he has learned to be more cautious and avoid taking risks when it comes to sports.

Xu Li thought for a moment and said, "I feel that my attendance rate allows me to take a day off tomorrow."

Lin Xiuxiu and Liu Ya, two honest girls, looked at Xu Li in shock, then whispered to each other how easy it was to get a sick leave certificate.

While rubbing his knees, Xu Li said, "It's not difficult. Just make up some reasons, and as long as they're not too far-fetched, they'll usually give it to you. But Chen Yiran is really lucky. He's good at English, and he'll probably pass the TOEFL this time, so he won't have to attend classes anymore."

Chen Yiran waved his hand modestly and said, "Half and half, it's just okay."

"Not bad? You call that not bad? You were directly promoted to L6 level, okay? Now everyone's heard that a genius came this time, who could directly enter L6 and stupidly didn't take the TOEFL, wasting a whole term of money paid by ELI."

"............"

Lin Xiuxiu asked curiously, "So, Chen Yiran, what score can you get? I think you just need to get over 80?"

Chen Yiran explained, "No, that won't work. If you had passed this score before entering ELI, you could have applied directly to change from bilingual admission to direct admission. But now that you've already enrolled, it's quite troublesome to go to the school to change it. In fact, it's not much different from reapplying, so 80 points might not be enough."

"How many points do you need? Do you have enough?"

Chen Yiran smiled and said arrogantly, "I think if I didn't get a perfect score, it's because of a rigged match."

The other three thought Chen Yiran was joking and burst into laughter.

However, Chen Yiran was indeed serious. On the day of the exam, she had almost no problems with reading and listening, and her speaking and writing were also fine. More importantly, Jasmine was watching over her the whole time, so even if she didn't get a perfect score, she wouldn't be too far off.

After resting for a while, the group went home. They continued attending classes diligently for the next two days. Finally, on Saturday morning, Chen Yiran received an email from ETS.

I opened the email, and the screen loaded for two seconds.

The title is TOEFL iBT Test Results

Then came a report card.

Reading: 30

Listening: 30

Speaking: 30

Writing: 30

Total Score: 120

Sure enough, the human resources department had good judgment and didn't deduct points from his score.

Jasmine: [Congratulations. As expected.]

I glanced at the time; it was already 11 p.m. Beijing time. My parents must be asleep by now. I'll call them later to share the good news.

In his previous life, he spent nine years in the United States, where he knew hundreds of Chinese students who had taken the TOEFL. A score of 110 or higher was considered top-tier, and 115 or higher was legendary. A perfect score of 120? He had never actually seen one.

He probably knew from his past life how difficult it was to get a perfect score on the TOEFL in 2010. After the iBT was revamped in 2006, news of a perfect score of 120 would occasionally circulate among international students, but there were only a handful a year, mostly in India and East Asia.

Chinese students achieving a perfect TOEFL score are likely to be few and far between each year. Moreover, the scoring standards in 2010 were stricter than later ones, with speaking and writing entirely graded by humans, unlike later additions of SpeechRater and AI scoring, which to some extent made it easier to pass by relying on formulas.

I was reminded of the school information I filled out before the TOEFL exam.

Chen Yiran suddenly felt a little lost. With this score, he was even further away from Delaware. In his previous life, he spent five years here and made countless friends. But in this life, everything had completely changed.

The people I was most familiar with became less familiar, while Xu Li, whom I was generally familiar with, became even more familiar.

However, Chen Yiran still understood the principle that one must give up something in order to gain something in two lifetimes.

One small but significant perk of taking the TOEFL exam is that you can send your scores to four universities you choose. It's kind of a free benefit, though nobody uses it much. Not everyone is confident they can get a good score, and if you do poorly, you'll end up sending a low score, which would be a bit embarrassing.

So most people will wait for their grades to come out, and if they are good enough, they will pay $17 to have their transcripts sent to their target school.

Chen Yiran, of course, didn't need to wait. Confidently, he filled in his target before the exam: code 4704, Leland Stanford Junior University. He also attached the information: Chen Yiran, DOB: 1992/01/01, 2011 Spring CS, Applicant, GitHub: chen1ran.

His grades will be sent directly to Stanford University, and if he's lucky, they might even see his GitHub profile when he applies.

Chen Yiran showed Jasmine many of Stanford University's free courses, and from every perspective, this university was the most suitable for Chen Yiran. It's just a pity that the application deadline for this fall has passed, and the earliest she can enroll is next year.

I wrote an email to Dr. Henderson, attaching my transcript, asking if the recommendation letter she had previously promised still counted. Although Chen Yiran didn't really need this not-so-strong recommendation letter, it was still a kind offer from her teacher, so I figured I should accept it.

After I finished doing all that, my phone vibrated again.

Xu Li's message: Have you checked your scores? Have you checked your scores? Have you checked your scores? Have you checked your scores?

Chen Yiran smiled and replied with 120.

Then the phone rang right away: "Wow, you're not kidding, are you? You really got a perfect score! That means you can go to whichever school you want."

"No, but I still need to prepare my application properly. I can only say that I can go wherever I want 99% of the time, since the requirements for Ivy League schools are still very high."

"Are you even speaking human language? I only got 67!"

"That's not a passing grade."

"Out of 120, 67 isn't even a passing grade, is it? Wait, don't talk about me, talk about yours. Treat us to a meal, Philadelphia?"

"Alright, let's call Lin Xiuxiu and Liu Ya, and head to Philadelphia."