vstars Chapter 67 Initial Test
Chapter 67 Initial Test
Zhang Lingfeng's voice wasn't loud, but it was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a frying pan.
Exclamations of surprise rose and fell from the audience!
"An exam in the very first class?!"
"Where's the syllabus? Where's the scope? This is utterly unethical!"
"Teacher Zhang, will this be included in my GPA?!"
These geniuses, accustomed to being in control of everything, instinctively resisted such unexpected variables.
You can't blame them for being so easily startled.
The exams for gifted children's programs are notorious for destroying students' self-confidence.
Last year, the average score for the math final exam in this classroom was 57, and the lowest score was 46.
The score difference is extremely close, and the main theme is equality for all people and collective imprisonment.
Today, in order to force Su Hao to reveal his true strength, Teacher Zhang completely let loose.
When he was setting the exam, he insanely reduced the expected average score of the exam to an extremely low 30 points!
This is not the type of exam like the IMO, which gives you ample time to think.
This requires high-intensity problem-solving under extremely strict time constraints, testing a deep-seated familiarity with mathematical tools.
wow-
Teacher Zhang distributed the test papers that he had prepared overnight.
There were ten hellishly difficult questions on all four sides!
Moreover, next to each question number, Zhang Lingfeng thoughtfully marked the key test points in small print:
Invariant principle, mathematical expectation, rationalization techniques, symmetry construction, extremum structure, graph connectivity, pigeonhole principle, generating functions!
The moment the test roll was in hand, the students' eyes twitched involuntarily, their gazes instantly locking onto these keywords.
Key test points.
This isn't the teacher being kind and giving hints; it's them drawing up the lines of battle.
This is telling them in the most arrogant way:
This problem must be solved using this algebraic framework or geometric perspective; otherwise, you'll be stuck!
Zhang Lingfeng stood on the podium, looking down at the crowd.
He knew very well that without these hints, this test paper wouldn't be an exam for these freshmen; it would be a massacre!
"Exam time: 35 minutes!"
Zhang Lingfeng pressed the timer on the lectern, and the cold, mechanical sound echoed in the classroom.
Countless people were screaming inside:
Are you kidding me?! 35 minutes?!
Ten insanely difficult questions of this level?!
There'd be a fucking idiot if this could be finished!
"Remember, I don't care if your final numbers are correct or not."
Zhang Lingfeng's gaze slowly swept across the entire room, finally landing on the quiet boy in the first row.
"I only care about how rigorous your logical reasoning is!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the air in the entire classroom seemed to be sucked out instantly, plunging into absolute silence.
next second.
Shh ...
The whole class went crazy, the frantic sound of pens scraping against paper like a sudden downpour in a thunderstorm, instantly engulfing the entire classroom!
......
Gu Chengyu has an unwavering habit:
Always sit in the very center of the front row.
This was not due to any teacher's coercion, but rather to an almost cold-blooded desire for self-control.
Every morning, he would enter the classroom 30 minutes before class and put his schoolbag down neatly.
When it comes to something as trivial as choosing a seat, compared to those romantic window seats favored by artsy types, where sunlight streams in...
He prefers the exact center position, directly facing the blackboard.
That is the core of the formation, the throne, the focal point of attention, and absolute control!
From childhood, Gu Chengyu had an almost beast-like instinct ingrained in his bones.
He was born knowing how to climb to the top and become king by stepping on everyone else in a group.
He has the ability to do so.
The father was the high-ranking chief prosecutor, and the mother was the daughter of a powerful and influential family.
Based solely on his glittering family background, Gu Chengyu always exudes a superior air of composure among his peers.
However, he did not have any of the bad habits of a spoiled brat. He never formed gangs to bully anyone, and he disdained resorting to barbaric and low-level violence.
Because his father's warning was forever echoing in his mind:
"Don't cause trouble outside and hold us back."
But I also believe my son will never be the kind of spineless coward who can be easily manipulated!
His father's attitude towards him was always as cold and harsh as in court, without a trace of warmth.
Gu Chengyu always remembered that morning when he was a child.
Still naive and clueless, he secretly took out shoe polish before his father left for work and clumsily polished his father's expensive leather shoes.
There was no particularly complicated reason; it was simply that I naively imitated a heartwarming little story I had read in some book somewhere.
That young soul, simply and almost desperately, wanted to hear even the smallest word of praise from that man.
He even imagined that scene countless times in his mind:
The usually stern father would rarely show a smile, say "My son is so good," and then reach out his broad palm to gently ruffle his hair.
At that time, he carried those shiny leather shoes, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he looked at his father.
However, what greeted him was a cold gaze that came crashing down on him, sending chills down his spine!
"You are absolutely forbidden from doing this again!"
His father's voice was flat and emotionless, yet it was like a cold, sharp blade that precisely severed all his illusions.
"Once one gets involved in such lowly work, it will erode a person's noble aura."
If you don't plan to do this kind of thing for the rest of your life like a lowly person, then don't even touch it in the first place!
You remember this: in this house, there's only one thing that can make your mother and me happy.
That is your impeccable achievement!
From that moment on, Gu Chengyu completely shut the door to confiding in his parents.
He said no more, because he was more aware than anyone else that:
In this home, without strength or achievement, all attempts to evoke warmth are meaningless.
Instead, he locked himself completely in his room...
He devoted the vast majority of his time and energy to that cold desk.
Extremely abundant educational resources, already exceptional intelligence, coupled with an almost self-destructive level of relentless effort...
When the three elements intertwine, they unleash a terrifying chemical reaction.
As time went on, Gu Chengyu's performance began to dominate all the leaderboards with an unstoppable momentum!
First in the class! First in the grade! First in the district! First in the city!
After each major exam, that name always hangs high at the top of the list, looking down at the countless ordinary people below.
He naturally became the student that all the teachers remembered first and favored the most;
He is always surrounded by countless flattering friends. Wherever he goes, he is undoubtedly the absolute center of attention, enjoying the treatment of being the center of attention.
However, in that spacious yet oppressive home, Gu Chengyu's life remained stagnant, showing no signs of improvement.
The father's face remained as hard as granite, even as he handed over the report card bearing the title of first in the grade...
The man merely nodded slightly, as if to acknowledge it.
until one day.
The mother unusually invited several extremely prominent figures to her home.
Perhaps because the guest was of such high status, the father, who usually refused to appear in public citing work, made an exception and attended to accompany him.
Gu Chengyu got up to go to the bathroom. As he passed the corner of the living room, he overheard his elders talking and laughing, and they mentioned his name.
"I heard that Chengyu is an exceptionally bright student? He even got into that special program for gifted children..."
"Wow, Chengyu's mom, you're so lucky! Everyone's so envious!"
The mother, who was always reserved and dignified in public, suddenly burst into a hearty laugh, almost exaggerated, though her tone betrayed an undisguised boast:
"Oh dear, no, no, this child has a long way to go!"
Through the crack in the door, Gu Chengyu saw his father slowly raise the wine glass in his hand.
A faint hint of smugness even appeared on that perpetually cold face:
"This child takes after me in this respect; he is indeed very hardworking and has a ruthless streak."
However, achievements only have meaning if they are sustained.
What we've achieved so far is merely a part of life's journey, not worth mentioning.
Although he spoke only impeccably humble words, Gu Chengyu, hiding in the shadows, did not miss the fleeting yet genuine expressions on his parents' faces.
Relief! Approval! Pride! And that deep-seated love!
From childhood to adulthood, he longed day and night for everything he could get from his parents...
At that moment, amidst the compliments of the guests, everything was revealed!
He stood quietly in place, listening to the heavy thumping of his own heart.
"So... my parents have always been watching over me, and have always been proud of me!"
In that instant, the weight that had been pressing on my heart for so long seemed to be miraculously removed.
Countless sleepless nights with bloodshot eyes, countless efforts to grit one's teeth and persevere—at this moment, it feels as if the greatest coronation has finally been bestowed upon us!
A relieved smile appeared on Gu Chengyu's lips.
He turned around, quietly returned to his room, and gently closed the door, shutting out the noise from the outside world.
Then, he walked to the familiar desk and opened the thick book again.
……
The first day of enrollment in the gifted youth program.
As soon as Gu Chengyu stepped into the classroom, an instinct ingrained in his bones made him smell an extremely familiar scent.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around, and silently assessed the differences between this place and his previous high school environment.
In the spacious classroom, about thirty new students were scattered around, forming small groups of two or three.
Her hair was neatly styled without any deliberate dyeing or perming, yet it exuded a sophisticated feel. Her seemingly understated clothes and the backpack at her feet subtly revealed the logos of accessible luxury brands.
Even their breathing rhythm, even the slightest movement of picking up a water glass...
They all exude a kind of ease and composure that can only be cultivated by those who have been immersed in money and power since childhood, a quality unique to those in the upper class!
Gu Chengyu's gaze slowly shifted to the other side.
There, several peers who had never met before were engaged in a heated academic discussion in front of a whiteboard.
"Don't you think that approach is too simplistic? Using this theory to deconstruct it leaves too little room for error."
"Ah, that line of thinking has already been refuted in an SCI paper I read before; the underlying logic is simply untenable."
Their tone was unusually calm, without raising their voices to overwhelm the other, but every word was filled with an absolute confidence that could crush ordinary people!
Gu Chengyu took a deep breath.
Every child here exudes the same aura that is incredibly familiar to him.
If one had to use a precise term to describe it, it would be an elitist mentality of "the chosen ones of heaven".
The sense of kinship built from childhood with money, resources, and top-notch education, and growing up in the same social class, gave Gu Chengyu the illusion of looking in a mirror.
In a daze, it seemed as if I saw countless projections of myself!
This gave Gu Chengyu a subtle feeling of unease, yet also a sense of security that was hard to describe.
Of course, except for those few people.
Gu Chengyu's eyes turned slightly cold.
No matter how perfect a group may be, there will always inevitably be one or two oddballs with unique styles mixed in.
He slowly turned his head and cast his gaze at the boy who was at the center of the conversation.
Su Hao!