Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Take The Test
"I see..." Zhang Yong leaned back thoughtfully in his leather chair, tapping his pen against the desk before asking another critical question. "Then, if I may ask, where exactly did Miss Qiao attend her previous schooling? We need her transcripts for the credit transfers."
Before Jiang Suhan could construct a diplomatic answer to cover for the family’s past neglect, Qiao Meixia calmly spoke first, her clear voice slicing through the room.
"I have never attended a formal school before." Qiao Meixia answered the question.
"Oh..." Zhang Yong’s hand froze, and he nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle finally clicking together in his mind.
He turned toward Jiang Suhan with a deeply troubled, apologetic expression.
"Suhan, look... It is not that I don’t want to accept Miss Qiao as a student here out of respect for your family." Zhang Yong sighed heavily, spreading his hands. "However, you know firsthand that First Hannan School has always maintained extremely rigorous, world-class academic standards. If she has truly never received a formal education before, I am deeply afraid she would not be able to keep up with even the basic curriculum. It might cause her immense psychological stress."
"Teacher Zhang, could you please make a special exception in this case?" Jiang Suhan asked sincerely, leaning forward. "Our Jiang family is more than willing to make a substantial, additional donation to the school’s development fund if necessary..."
"Let me take an entrance test." Qiao Meixia suddenly interrupted the desperate negotiation, her cold, entirely confident voice instantly drawing both men’s stunned attention toward her.
"What?" Jiang Suhan blinked, turning his head so fast he almost strained his neck, genuinely thinking he had misheard her.
"Give me the exact same test that a second-year student is expected to take to pass." Qiao Meixia said, looking directly into Zhang Yong’s eyes without the slightest tremor of hesitation. "You can inspect the results afterwards and decide for yourself whether I am capable of catching up with your syllabus or not."
Jiang Suhan and Zhang Yong exchanged deeply surprised, silent glances. The office became so quiet that you could hear the faint hum of the air conditioner.
"Qiaoqiao, are you absolutely sure about this?" Jiang Suhan asked cautiously, his voice dropping to a low, protective murmur.
He was worried she was setting herself up for public embarrassment just to prove a point to their parents.
"Hmm..." Qiao Meixia nodded, her face expressionless, her dark eyes as steady as ancient glacial water.
Seeing the unwavering, absolute determination radiating from her, Zhang Yong found himself unable to dismiss her request. He nodded slowly, picked up his heavy mahogany office phone, and dialled his administrative assistant, crisply instructing him to immediately bring over a complete, unvetted set of second-year mid-term examination papers.
Not long afterwards, a polite knock echoed against the frosted glass of the office door. The assistant entered the room carrying several thick, imposing stacks of papers, respectfully placing them onto Zhang Yong’s desk before quietly stepping back out of the room.
"These papers contain the standard core curriculum questions that every second-year student in our elite tier should be thoroughly familiar with." Zhang Yong explained, gently sliding the heavy stack across the polished wood toward her. "Take your time. Answer whatever you happen to know. There is absolutely no need to force yourself if you encounter complex questions you cannot solve."
Qiao Meixia accepted the thick packet of papers with a small, perfunctory nod before standing up from her leather chair.
"Where are you going, Qiaoqiao?" Jiang Suhan asked, tracking her movements in confusion.
"Over there." Qiao Meixia pointed casually toward the isolated seating lounge at the far side of the massive office. "I need to concentrate without people staring at me."
Behind them, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, sat a small marble coffee table accompanied by a comfortable plush sofa, structurally tucked away, making it a much quieter place to work.
"Of course, go ahead." Zhang Yong nodded in immediate understanding, gesturing toward the lounge.
Qiao Meixia walked over with the heavy examination papers, slid gracefully onto the sofa, and casually picked up a sleek black ballpoint pen resting on the coffee table. Without a moment’s pause, she flipped open the first cover page.
Her sharp eyes swept across the complex array of questions only once. Then, without the slightest stutter or hesitation, her slender hand began to move across the page.
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
The rhythmic, steady sound of her pen gliding flawlessly across the paper echoed softly throughout the otherwise silent office. She neither frowned, tapped her chin, nor hesitated for a single second. Every single question seemed to receive a definitive answer almost the exact millisecond after her eyes finished reading it.
Her movements remained incredibly smooth, calm, and mechanical as though she were not solving complex problems at all, but simply copying down answers that already existed, fully formed, inside the database of her mind. Throughout the entire gruelling process, the expression on her face never altered even once.
Meanwhile, across the room, Zhang Yong and Jiang Suhan quietly monitored her from a distance.
At first, Jiang Suhan secretly believed his sister was simply writing fast and confidently just to avoid losing face in front of the vice principal. However, the longer he watched her, the more intensely puzzled his expression became. She never stopped to think. She never once flipped the pen around to erase a single digit. She simply continued turning one dense page after another with an astonishing, almost terrifying speed.
Even the veteran Vice Principal Zhang Yong gradually straightened his spine, sitting upright in his leather chair. He had supervised countless examinations for the city’s top prodigies over the span of his decades-long career, but he had rarely, if ever, seen someone complete a high-level academic paper with such terrifying composure and raw velocity.
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