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My combined science score is a bit weak, after all, I haven't touched physics, chemistry and biology for ten years, but with the intensive review in the last two days and my foundation from my previous life, I estimate I'll get 270.

That adds up to exactly 700.

This is still a conservative estimate.

But look at the reactions in the group.

Even if he said he got 600 points, I doubt some people would believe him.

After all, the original owner's report card was there—in the last monthly exam, the total score was 487, ranking seventh from the bottom in the class.

"never mind."

Chen Mo said something in a low voice, then placed his phone on the bedside table, screen down, and turned it face down.

He doesn't need to explain or prove anything.

We'll just have to wait for the results to come out.

My phone vibrated a few times on the bedside table.

The screen lights up, and the notification light flashes.

He knew what people in the group were still saying—nothing more than more doubts, more ridicule, and more "Is he crazy?"

He turned over and closed his eyes.

My mind is preoccupied with tomorrow's plans.

The results haven't come out yet, but we'll have to fill out the college application form sooner or later.

He needs to study the world's university rankings and academic programs to see if there's anything suitable.

As I pondered this, my breathing gradually calmed down.

The discussion in the class group about "Chen Mo estimated 700 points" continued until late at night.

Several dozen days passed in the blink of an eye.

The college entrance examination marking process is nearing its end.

Within half a month, the exam papers from across the province were sorted, scanned, cut, and distributed to various marking centers.

The Chinese language exam marking center is located in the library of the provincial normal university.

The electronic reading room on the third floor was temporarily converted into an essay grading hall.

One hundred and twenty computers were neatly arranged.

Each computer has a teacher sitting in front of it, grading the essays on the screen.

The only sounds in the lobby were the tapping of keyboards and the clicking of mice.

Occasionally there would be a cough or the sound of a chair turning, but it was quickly swallowed up by silence.

The essay grading team consists of forty people. Each essay is graded by two teachers back-to-back. If the score difference exceeds 5 points, the essay will proceed to the third review.

The daily task is 300 articles per person.

On average, each essay takes less than a minute to grade.

At this pace, most essays are written by simply glancing at the beginning, glancing at the end, checking the word count, looking at the paper's appearance, giving a score, and moving on to the next one.

Chen Fang was one of these forty people.

She is 34 years old this year, a Chinese language teacher at a key provincial high school, and has been teaching for ten years and grading papers for six years.

She likes this part-time job—although it's tiring, it allows her to connect with students from all over the province, which is helpful for her teaching.

She was leaning back in her chair, her right hand holding the mouse, her left hand supporting her chin, and her eyes showed the weariness typical of the later stages of grading papers.

The essay on the screen was a standard "template essay"—it began with "The landscape is as beautiful as a painting, attracting countless heroes to bow down in admiration."

The middle three paragraphs describe Mount Tai, the Yellow River, and the Great Wall, respectively, and the ending reads, "I love this land."

The language is fluent but lacks originality; the examples are all from textbooks, and even the rhetorical devices seem to have been mass-produced from the same supplementary textbook.

Chen Fang gave it a score of 48, clicked "Submit," and moved on to the next one.

Another one.

It begins with "Read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles," then describes an experience of visiting Huangshan, and ends with "The motherland's mountains and rivers are as beautiful as a painting."

It's a little better than the previous one, but only slightly better.

52 points.

submit.

Next article.

It begins with "This land is so beautiful," then mentions Li Bai, Du Fu, and Su Shi, and concludes with "We must love the magnificent rivers and mountains of our motherland."

"It's the same old routine again."

Chen Fang muttered something under her breath.

My colleague, Sister Liu, turned around and asked in a low voice, "Are you tired?"

"It's not that I'm tired, it's that I'm aesthetically fatigued."

Chen Fang put down her water glass.

"Look at these essays—it's either about Han Xin crawling between someone's legs or Li Bai laughing to the sky."

"It's always the same few examples, the same template answers that've been around for hundreds of years."

Sister Liu smiled and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. This is the level of students these days. It's good enough if they can even use this template well."

"I know."

Chen Fang sighed.

"But sometimes I want to try something different. How about writing about a lesser-known poet? Isn't Li He good enough? Isn't Liu Yuxi good enough? Why do I have to stick to Li Bai?"

"Alright, alright, stop complaining and keep watching."

Sister Liu turned back to her own screen.

Chen Fang turned back, took a deep breath, moved the mouse, and opened the next test paper.

The moment the page loaded, she instinctively glanced at the paper—the handwriting was neat, not pretty but very clear, and each character sat properly in its assigned square.

The word count doesn't seem to be too high, probably around 700 but less than 800.

Then her gaze fell on the first line.

[Yuzhang, the old prefecture; Hongdu, the new capital.]

The stars are divided into Wing and Chariot constellations; the land connects to Heng and Lu.

Chen Fang blinked.

Then it blinked again.

She lowered her left hand from her chin and leaned forward five centimeters.

"Hey,"

She whispered, "You dare to write in classical Chinese? You've got some nerve."

It's not uncommon for students to write classical Chinese essays in the college entrance examination.

But most of them are just imitations.

His classical Chinese skills are inadequate.

The cobbled-together material reads like a classical Chinese translation software.

Moreover, examiners are generally quite picky about essays written in classical Chinese.

Because candidates who dare to write in classical Chinese usually think they have some skills, but most of them don't even have that many skills.

Chen Fang glanced at the word count; it was about seven hundred words, less than eight hundred.

"Two points will be deducted for insufficient word count."

She muttered to herself, her tone carrying a hint of "yet another one overestimating himself."

Then she continued reading.

[The land is rich in natural resources and treasures; the dragon's light shines upon the ruins of the Ox and the Dipper constellations.]

[A place blessed with outstanding people and beautiful scenery; Xu Ru even descended from Chen Fan's couch.]

Chen Fang's gaze froze.

She stared at the eleven characters: "A land of abundant resources and treasures, where the dragon's light shines upon the ruins of the Ox and the Dipper."

My mind raced—"Dragon light shoots from the Dipper and the Ox," a story about the Longquan and Tai'a swords from the Biography of Zhang Hua in the Book of Jin.

The sword energy shot straight between the stars of the Ox and the Dipper.

"The essence of all things is heavenly treasure" means that the essence of all things is a treasure from heaven.

This is a classic.

She didn't use it deeply, but it was extremely accurate.

The next line, "Outstanding people and a blessed land, Xu Ru descended from Chen Fan's couch," refers to Xu Ru, a famous scholar of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Xu Zhi.

When Chen Fan was the governor of Yuzhang, he specially prepared a couch for Xu Zhi.

It was usually hung on the wall, but was only taken down when Xu Zhi came.

This is the origin of the word "下榻" (xiàtà).

The two lines are in parallel structure; one describes local products, and the other describes local culture.

It was so neatly written that it didn't seem like something a student of this age could write.

Chen Fang's finger stopped on the mouse.

She looked at the two sentences again, and then at them again.

"Such beautiful parallelism, such powerful allusions..."

She spoke softly, so softly that only she could hear it.

She continued scrolling down.

[The majestic prefecture stands like a forest amidst a sea of ​​clouds, its talented individuals shining like stars.]

[The city of Taihuang lies at the crossroads of the civilized and the barbarian lands, its guests and hosts representing the best of Southeast China.]

Her breathing rhythm changed.

It wasn't the mechanical breathing one uses when grading papers, but rather—she was reading attentively.

As a teacher who has taught Chinese for ten years, her sensitivity to words is much higher than that of the average person.

She can sense the weight of a passage without analysis—like an experienced chef who can tell how long a soup has been simmering with just one bite.

This passage carries immense weight.

It was so heavy that her hands began to tremble slightly.

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