She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 1032: Chapter 1091: Six Hundred and Three Papers

”Did you write it wrong? Is it scribbled nonsense?”

Just as the words were spoken, an elderly professor with gray hair glared at him, ”Shut up, don’t cause trouble.”

Okay! You’re older, you’ve got a bigger temper, so he’s looking for someone else to ask.

”How’s it going? How did the exam go? How many questions did you get right?” After all, she’s a friend of my daughter, can’t embarrass myself too much, or my daughter won’t look good either.

”Shut up, do you know how to ask questions?” The young professor shot the principal a glance.

Alright! A bit of talent comes with a bit of temper. Seeing you’re a top student returned from the USA, I’ll tolerate you!

So the principal looked for an old buddy he was familiar with and chose a more gentle approach to inquire, ”Lao Zhao, how is it? How many did this girl get wrong?” You can’t ask how many she got right, but surely you can ask how many she got wrong?

”Shut up, what do you mean by how many wrong? Don’t stand here causing trouble, can’t you see we’re busy?”

The professors, completely focused, didn’t notice that the person asking was their immediate supervisor.

The principal wanted to cry but had no tears, damn it, intellectuals are all brainless.

”Principal, stop asking, she got them all right, not a single mistake on the entire sheet.” The first professor grading, Professor Ma, walked around like the principal, but insiders look at the details, outsiders watch the show.

Though the principal holds the highest position, compared to these renowned professors, he’s like an elementary school student!

”Really?” Principal Feng was so shocked his jaw almost dropped.

”That’s right, I even got it wrong myself.” Professor Ma pointed to An’an, who was focused in the middle filling out the exam sheet, and said with excitement like discovering a new continent, ”Look at her, her speed is so fast it’s dizzying. I suspect that if her writing speed hadn’t reached its limit, she could go even faster. With such a fast speed, to what terrifying degree of mental calculation has she reached?”

Professor Ma startled himself with his own question and finally murmured, ”Too scary, unbelievable, simply unbelievable.”

The dumbfounded Principal Feng looked at An’an writing with ease, then turned to glance at his excited daughter. He thought to himself that his precious daughter had truly found a genius?

Hahaha... He already envisioned scenes of various departments and leaders scrambling to request her. He heard Fatty Zhu wrote a recommendation letter to the General Political Department back then, but ended up being rejected by Hai Yunfeng?

Hahaha... serves Hai Yunfeng right for not being as lucky as me, narrowly missing out on a genius.

Go cry your heart out!

Time flew by, and the sky unknowingly darkened. An’an’s wrist hurt from writing, and as the fountain pen ran out of ink, she placed it on the desk unhappily and said, ”Is there no end to this? Why do I keep writing more and more?”

”Huh?” The professors were dumbfounded.

”I’ve altogether completed 603 exam sheets, that should be enough, right? You guys are so despicable and shameless, actually increasing the amount in secret.”

Professor Ma shouted excitedly, ”Quick, count, quickly, count if it’s really 603 sheets.”

If it’s really as she said, then her mental power is terrifying. How could someone complete questions so quickly and also remember them all?

Upon hearing, the other professors quickly tallied up the exam sheets in their hands, each finished counting, and it summed to exactly 603 sheets, not one more, not one less.

”Exactly 603 sheets.”

Someone loudly reported the number, and the place fell into absolute eerie silence.

An’an frowned in dissatisfaction, crawled out from under the table again, pulled Sheng Ning’s hand, ”Sis, let’s go home and not attend this school, can’t make money anyway, and they don’t keep their word deliberately making things difficult.”