After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

It has been ten years since the joint entrance examination of the seven schools, and there has never been a math paper with a perfect score.

College students from the Department of Mathematics do not dare to say that they will get full marks.

But now they have a perfect score here.

Some teachers tremblingly moved their eyes to the answer sheet on the left side of the screen.

The last three big questions were well answered, and it would be unreasonable not to give full marks.

The difficulty of the math paper is progressive, and the finale questions can be answered correctly, and the previous ones will not be bad.

What's more, the multiple-choice questions are still computer-based, so it is even more impossible to make mistakes.

Really full marks!

"I haven't seen you for more than half a year. Ms. Qingwei of the Ji family can already get full marks?" A teacher said in shock, "The Ji family didn't change her teacher. Isn't she improving too fast?"

"No, no, this answer style is very bold. It's not Ji Qingwei's paper, and the words don't look like her." Professor Chen pushed up his glasses, "Look at the formulas he used, the sword is eccentric, and even I didn't." Think of it, use it well! Use it well!"

He sighed repeatedly, and the whole person was very excited.

The teachers around him were even more shocked.

That is to say, this time, a new god of learning has been born in the seven school entrance exams? !

"Miss Qingwei's paper has been corrected." A female teacher said at this moment, "Look, this word must belong to her, be more delicate."

She projected the paper on the screen.

The total score is written on the right.

125.

If it weren't for the full score paper in Professor Chen's hand, Ji Qingwei's score of 125 would have shocked the math group once again.

But 125 points before 150 points is far from enough.

Not to mention 125 points, even if it is 149 points, it is very different from 150 points.

The name, test number and other information are all sealed when changing the paper, and will not be unsealed until all subjects are approved and the system calculates the total score.

Professor Chen let out a breath slowly, not knowing whether to cry or laugh: "I thought I could sleep well tonight..."

Unexpectedly, this perfect score paper made him completely relieved of sleepiness, and it can be said that he was full of fighting spirit.

Several teachers laughed at him.

"Old Chen, is it worth it for a math genius to keep you up all night?"

"Tomorrow we must remind the comprehensive group and the English group to change the papers faster. I am very curious about who can get full marks in the test."

"It shouldn't be from the High School Affiliated to Xia University. I know all the top five students in this year's High School Affiliated to Xia University, and their scores are all around 110."

Professor Chen nodded: "We need to urge you to find out the person so that you can grab him in advance."

If he is so strong in mathematics, he will not be far behind in science. He has to prepare in advance.

Next door, the language group is also frantically revising papers.

There are a total of four times in the seven school joint examinations in one academic year. The Chinese papers are written by the professor of Chinese studies at Xia University and several old academicians of the Tiandimeng.

The difficulty is naturally no small matter.

But after all, the most important thing in Chinese is comprehension. As long as the direction is right, it is easier to get points than mathematics.

This poetry appreciation is really difficult, and many students only got one or two points.

"Miss Qingwei is still amazing." The teacher who changed to Ji Qingwei's paper sighed, "Wen Changyi's poem was discovered not long ago, and several masters of Chinese studies studied it together. I didn't expect her insights to be so deep."

Ji Qingwei's good handwriting is block letters, and the lines between the lines are quite like Liu Nanzhan, a famous calligrapher during the Great Xia Dynasty.

It's instantly recognizable.

"Miss Qingwei is really good. She can get full marks for such a difficult reading comprehension." Another teacher came over, "Her score this time should be higher than last time."

Although Ji Qingwei doesn't stay at home, all the teachers of Xia University know her.

Ji's family said that next June at the latest, Ji Qingwei's body will definitely be able to recover.

Xia Da directly gave her a direct blog post, but she didn't hold out much hope.

After all, Ji Qingwei still has to take the international joint examination, and if he gets a good rank in the international joint examination, he will be directly favored by international scientific research organizations.

But Xia Da still hoped that she could stay in the Great Xia Empire.

"It should be, maybe I can get 135." The teacher who corrected the paper nodded and clicked to turn the page. She was taken aback, "Hey, why didn't you write a composition?"

In the first half of this year, Ji Qingwei also corrected the Chinese papers for the first time in the seven school joint exams.

It is the only one with full marks.

It has been included in the Chinese Academy of Sciences of Xia University.

The teacher who corrected the papers was still thinking about what shocking work Ji Qingwei would write this time.

But the composition side turned out to be blank.

"She is weak and has a lot of Chinese questions, so she probably hasn't finished writing." Another teacher said, "A few days ago, Ji's family sent several doctors to go there. Alas, what a pity, such a good girl is in such poor health."

"It should be." The correcting teacher nodded, "But she almost got a perfect score in front of her, and she still has a higher score than other students."

At the same moment, at the opposite desk, a male teacher was leaning on a chair, staring blankly at the screen.

He changed to a composition, first attracted by the words

This word is very beautiful, with silver hook and iron painting, neat and beautiful.

What is even more rare and valuable is that it is a school of its own and does not imitate any calligrapher.

This is not the point, the point is that this composition is written in classical Chinese, and all kinds of ancient words can be easily grasped, so it can't be seen that it is a show of skill.

There are so few essays written in classical Chinese every year, but it is unavoidably blunt.

This article seems to be written by the ancients, very smooth.

The male teacher took a deep breath and gave 60 full marks.

He knew that tonight, he would not be able to sleep.

**

At this time, the Ji family.

The servants are all running around for Ji Qingwei, and the chef is also preparing a nourishing meal.

Ji Qingyao ignored everyone, she didn't have many things, so she simply tidied up a few times and opened the door to go out.

It was Ji Longtai who noticed him.

"You're leaving today?" Ji Longtai followed, "Can't you stay for another two days? Your sister has been nagging you for so long, and you finally came back once, so you don't want to spend more time with her."

"Stay for another two days?" Ji Qingyao was quite indifferent, "Then she cried herself to death and couldn't take the entrance exams, and then she blamed me?"

Ji Qingwei is still two months away from turning eighteen, and they have never met each other.

Ji Longtai was furious: "Your sister cares about you, but you speculate about her so maliciously, get out! Get out!"

Ji Qingyao took the knife she bought and left without looking back.

Ji Longtai was still furious.

Ji Qingwei was indoors and heard the movement outside.

After drinking the medicine, she coughed twice: "Mom, where's sister?"

"Qianjunmeng has something to do, she's gone." Mrs. Ji frowned, "Leave her alone, take care of your body first, and you have a comprehensive exam tomorrow."

Because Ji Qingwei was too weak, a teacher from the High School Affiliated to Xia University specially came to Ji's house to invigilate the exam.

It is also the only one.

Ji Qing pursed her lips slightly: "Mom, what if I don't pass the exam this time? When I took the Chinese exam in the morning, my heart hurt and I didn't have time to write the composition."

"Heartache? What's going on?" Mrs. Ji became nervous all of a sudden, "You didn't vomit blood, did you? Don't take the exam if your heart hurts. Mom knows your ability. It's no problem to take the international joint exam directly."

"I just want to give it a try." Ji Qing smiled slightly, "Although my surname is Ji, I can't be special."

"Master Mingdeng said that you will be well before June next year." Mrs. Ji comforted her, "By then you will be able to go out and play like your sister."

Ji Qingwei drank another bowl of medicine before lying down.

Mrs. Ji went out with the medicine bowl, and lowered her voice: "I told you to leave her alone, she just doesn't want us to treat Qingwei well, but she doesn't want to think about how uncomfortable it is for Qingwei to live in pain every day.

"It would be great if Qingwei could be half as healthy as Qingyao." Ji Longtai felt uncomfortable, "She is so good, but she can't be like a normal person,"

Ji Qingwei's illness is quite weird, the doctor can't see the root cause, so he can only hang himself with medicine.

Master Mingdeng is the abbot of Guanghua Temple. He is very famous in the circle of celebrities in Sijiu City, and Mrs. Ji believes it very much.

He said that if Ji Qingwei can get better in the middle of next year, then he will definitely get better.

"I don't want to worry about her either." Ji Longtai was very impatient, "Since she likes being outside so much, let her fend for herself."

"Qingwei has an exam tomorrow, let her be quiet." Mrs. Ji said, "Don't mention her sister in front of her to make her worry."

Ji Longtai nodded.

As expected, he didn't grow up by his side and wasn't familiar with him, so he won't give Ji Qingyao a single cent of his inheritance.

**

the other side.

Ancheng.

"How did you do in the exam today?" Ye Zhenmian took two fruit plates, "Yi An, you didn't pass out, did you?"

"No." Nian Yi'an was listless, "I wanted to save money for Sister Qingqing, so I tried my best not to pass out, but it's true that I want to vomit."

He didn't understand, how could there be such a perverted question in this world?

Si Fuqing whetted his appetite and ate three steamed buns in a row.

The doorbell rang at this moment, and Ye Zhenmian wiped her hands to open the door.

The light in the corridor fell and hit the man's shoulder. His handsome face was half-lit and half-dark, confusing all living beings.

"Mr. Yu?" Ye Zhenmian was taken aback, "Mr. Yu, come in quickly, Qingqing is eating, I'll call her."

"No need." Yu Xiheng smiled and raised her hand, "I'll give something away, so I won't keep it, let her have a good rest."

Before Ye Zhenmian could call him to stop, he had already left in a wheelchair.

Nian Yi'an was confused: "Sister Qingqing, logically speaking, you should jump to meet him?"

"I set a goal for myself, to ignore him for three days." Si Fuqing bit the steamed stuffed bun, "There are still a few hours, it's not time yet."

Nian Yi'an: "..."

He found that his cousin suddenly became childish.

"So what's going on with you and Mr. Yu?" Nian Yi'an was curious, "Aren't you on good terms?"

Si Fuqing narrated the matter briefly: "Cheated to me several times, bullying others."

Nian Yi'an took a deep breath: "He is Jiushen?!"

His other idol is also so close to him?

Si Fuqing raised his eyelashes and glanced at him indifferently: "You want to betray?"

"Ah?" Nian Yi'an realized, "I didn't."

"Really." Si Fuqing was unhurried, "If I find out that you have betrayed, I will break your wings after they grow back."

Nian Yi'an: "..."

This is a bit too scary.

The next morning, Ye Zhenmian made meat floss, purple potato and taro rice balls, and installed two more for Nian Yi: "I put fish in it, you bring it to Huanhuan, she loves fish, so leave early today."

Nian Yian responded and went to school to give it to Lin Jihuan.

"Wow! You are so kind at the same table." Lin Jihuan took the rice ball and was moved to tears, "Your mother's cooking is so delicious, no wonder the students in our school go to eat at your place after school."

There are many schools near Beizhou No. 1 Middle School, including universities and primary schools.

Ye Zhenmian's restaurant has been open for three months, and its reputation has already been established. There are a constant stream of people coming and going, and the daily sales are getting higher and higher.

But Nian Yi'an has always kept a low profile. Except for Lin Jihuan, no one knows that his family has opened a restaurant.

"Today's comprehensive test, I think the ambulance will take away another group of people." Lin Jihuan finished eating the rice balls in twos and twos, "Let's go, let's go in for the test."

Nian Yi'an specially took medicine for stomach.

I hope he doesn't vomit in the examination room.

Si Fuqing also entered the examination room fully armed. Her answering speed was fast and steady, and she handed in the paper in advance again.

The students in the same examination room as her were no longer calm.

Comprehensive questions are not as simple as mathematics, and even more difficult, especially physics.

Some students once regretted choosing physics.

Sure enough, the ambulance took away several batches of students.

The English in the afternoon did not let the students breathe a sigh of relief. It was difficult from the beginning to the end, and the listening comprehension was not done by humans at all.

The paper was sealed and sent to Xia University.

The teachers in the comprehensive group and the English group wanted to rest, after all, there is no rush to correct the exam.

Unexpectedly, teachers from the language group and math group ran over and frantically urged them to correct their papers.

"What do you know? You got a perfect score in math this time! Change quickly, I want to see who it is."

"Have a full score in mathematics? We also have it in Chinese, and I'm waiting to see the name."

The teachers of the two groups looked at each other, adjusted the papers, and projected them on the big screen at the same time.

The eyes of both sides froze and fell silent at the same time.

The handwriting style of the two papers is exactly the same.

Si Fuqing: I, a pervert, pay a monthly pass

Continue to ask the pervert for a monthly pass~

That's right, His Majesty's memory has not been tampered with, because the game does bring Qingqin back to the past, which is what happened in his previous life, and the time is closed.

I wrote a foreshadowing in Chapter 10. Qingqing's words reminded him of a person he met in his previous life, Qingqing.

I’m afraid you don’t understand, let me mention it~~ To put it simply, it’s a two-way cultivation~ Who knows the happiness of the cultivation system, who knows OvO