I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Teacher Ma's fat face trembled violently, and a fine layer of sweat seeped from his forehead; his whole body shook violently.

"No...impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

He was so angry that his chest heaved violently when a muddy child publicly humiliated him in a foreign language.

If word gets out, that prestigious reputation will be completely ruined in this classroom today.

He pointed tremblingly at Jiang Xiaoshan, who was standing in the front row, his voice sharp and distorted.

"It's fake! You must have had someone dub the lines beforehand, or at least had them memorize them!"

The other accompanying teachers quickly spoke up in support, trying to salvage what little face they had left.

"Yes! It must have been memorized in advance!"

"They definitely cheated! Country folks love to resort to these underhanded tricks!"

They cannot tolerate their supposedly superior educational achievements being easily shattered by a native rural child.

The text on the live stream interface started scrolling rapidly.

[I knew it! How could a country kid possibly know eight languages! It must be a script!]

This school is disgusting! They're making kids pretend to be geniuses just to grab attention!

Jiang Chen crossed his arms and coldly watched the group of prim and proper people who were blushing.

"Fine, since you all think it's memorized."

He shifted to a more comfortable position, his gaze sweeping over the other person's sweaty face.

"Then let's compete on things that can't be faked."

Teacher Ma straightened her chest and waved her arm eagerly.

"Yes! It's something that can't be faked!"

A sudden inspiration struck him, and he thought he had found the key to turning defeat into victory.

"Foreign languages ​​can be fooled by rote memorization! If you're so capable, let's compete in science! Let's compete in math olympiads!"

He didn't believe that such a subject, which tests logic and intelligence, could be passed by cheating.

He unzipped the leather bag and pulled out a stack of finely printed white paper.

"Open your eyes and see clearly!"

He held the paper high, his expression once again filled with arrogance.

"This is an advanced math Olympiad problem set that we imported from abroad for Eton Primary School, used to select top-performing gifted children!"

"Every single question is a genuine question from the final rounds of the International Mathematical Olympiad in Mathematics over the past five years! Even middle school students from top-tier schools would find these questions daunting!"

He slammed the stack of test papers heavily onto the teacher's desk, making a dull thud.

"Come on! If you're so capable, let your students do it!"

"I'll see today what you mud monkeys can do besides reciting a few foreign phrases!"

Jiang Chen stepped forward, casually pulled out a page of paper, and lingered on it for a moment.

The paper was printed with complex formulas, filled with Greek letters and mathematical symbols.

The special solutions to Fermat's Last Theorem and the geometric model applications of the Riemann Hypothesis are enough to make university students in related majors feel quite challenged.

Jiang Chen let out a soft snort.

He handed the paper to Jiang Xiaoshan, who was standing nearby, and then distributed the remaining test papers to the dozen or so children in the front row.

"Take all of these, don't lose them."

His movements were casual, showing no sign of tension.

Teacher Ma stared at the other person's nonchalant expression and felt a surge of heat rush to his head.

He raised his wrist and pressed the chronograph button on the expensive watch.

"Fine! Since you're courting death, I'll give you one hour!"

"Now, the timer begins!"

He stared at the hands on the dial, waiting for the group of rural children to embarrass themselves in front of the camera.

The children who received the test papers did not show any distress; instead, they frowned slightly and showed a hint of disdain.

They didn't ask for draft paper; they simply pulled out the cheapest ballpoint pens from their pencil cases.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the children bent down and began to write on the paper.

The pen tip moved swiftly across the paper, almost without pausing.

They were focused, and their pen strokes were so swift and decisive that they required no thought whatsoever.

Complex formulas are quickly simplified in their writing, skipping lengthy derivations and arriving at the final value.

Only the faint sound of pen nibs scratching against paper remained in the classroom.

The clock hands have only moved eight ticks.

Jiang Xiaoshan rubbed his eyes and threw the pen on the table.

"Teacher, I've finished writing."

He handed the paper to Jiang Huixin, who was standing beside him with a blank expression, muttering to himself.

"This is too easy, there's no challenge at all."

"It's much easier than the problem my mom made me calculate: how many kilograms of corn, soybean meal, and trace elements are needed daily for 300 pigs in our village's pig farm to achieve the optimal feed conversion ratio."

As he finished speaking, the children around him gradually stopped writing.

"I've finished writing too!"

"Me too!"

Stacks of papers filled with answers were handed to the front of the class.

The city kids standing opposite were still staring blankly at the question stem of the first question.

Teacher Ma snatched the test paper from Jiang Huixin's hand and unscrewed the cap of the red pen.

"Wrong! It must be wrong! How could it be so fast!"

He muttered to himself, his eyes quickly scanning the answers.

As the pages turned, the color drained from his face, until it turned deathly pale.

The red pen between his fingers began to sway uncontrollably, causing his entire arm to tremble.

The steps for the first question were flawless.

The answer to the second question is completely correct.

There were no points deducted from the entire exam paper; the solution was ingenious and direct.

He couldn't steady his fingers and frantically flipped through the exam papers at the back.

Each one had neatly written perfect answers.

The red pen slipped from his loosened fingers and rolled a few times on the ground.

His knees buckled, his body lost its support, and he collapsed onto the concrete floor.

"Perfect score... How is that possible... All of them are perfect scores..."

He stared blankly at the stack of papers covered with red checkmarks.

Behind him, the city kids who were usually pampered stood there dumbfounded.

Looking at the complex symbols, and then at their peers across from them who had already started playing in the mud, their eyes gradually reddened.

All the pride I had accumulated over the years vanished in that instant.

"Wow!"

One of the boys broke down first, bursting into tears.

Immediately afterwards, the classroom was filled with cries, and several children cried their hearts out in front of the live broadcast camera.