Chapter 137: Boss goes berserk! [3 updates]

The academic director looked at the scores in the first row, fell silent for a long time, and thought there must be something wrong with the way he was looking at them.

He hurriedly took off his glasses, wiped them clean, and put them back on.

After looking again and finding no changes, he was completely dumbfounded.

“Director, you see it, don’t you?” a teacher beside him said in a profound manner, spreading his hands, “We really can’t calculate the final overall ranking with this.”

The Excel spreadsheet listed the following scores—

Name: Ying Zijin

Class: Second year, Class 19

Chinese: 90

Mathematics: 150

English: 150

Integrated Science: 300

Total: 690

Special Note: Elite Class paper

Of course, a total score of 690 wasn’t really something at Verdant.

After all, last semester, plenty of students scored over 700.

But the problem was that these were scores from an Elite Class paper, which had a different scoring system from the regular papers.

To convert it to rank within the year, there was a multiplier of 1.2.

With this in mind, the total scores turned into—

Chinese: 108

Mathematics: 180

English: 180

Integrated Science: 360

Total: 828

The reason why Elite Class papers and regular papers had such a conversion method was due to over a decade of experience at Verdant.

Over the years, even geniuses never scored over 620 on the Elite Class papers.

So Verdant had always used this conversion method for the overall year ranking.

But now, there was an aberration who scored full marks in everything except Chinese!

After conversion, the score exceeded the total of 750.

And not by a little.

How could they rank this?

The academic director looked at this set of data in silence and after a long while, he slowly looked up, “Was this round of Elite Class papers exceptionally easy?”

Otherwise, how could a student get full marks in both mathematics and integrated science?

“…”

With that remark, the teachers found themselves at a loss for words.

“Director, the Elite Class paper wasn’t easy, but very difficult,” the head of the Chemistry Group shook his head, “Let me put it this way, in the elective organic chemistry question, only one student got it right, and for the rest, not a single word was written.”

On another note, the head of the Biology Group spoke up too, “For the big genetics question I marked, only one was completely correct.”

The head of the Physics Group stayed silent, thinking he wasn’t the only one shocked.

The academic director fell silent once more.

This difficult and yet a full score was achieved?

So—

Was it really a freak?

Possibly, solving these questions meant one could go directly to Imperial Capital University for a Ph.D; what was there left to learn at Verdant?

Did they come to school to play?

“Hiss.” The academic director’s teeth ached as he pointed at the Chinese score, “But isn’t this student a bit unbalanced?”

With full marks in mathematics, English, and integrated science, how come Chinese is barely passing?

For Elite Class students, Chinese is often the highest-scoring subject, even the worst would score over 105.

90 points seemed a bit too low.

The academic director found some consolation.

It seemed that even this freak had flaws.

Hearing this, the head of the Chinese Group stepped forward.

She entered the student ID into the computer and pulled up the answer sheet, “Director, take a look at this yourself.”

The academic director scrolled the mouse, starting to look, “Hey, the handwriting is really nice. Didn’t you all give full marks for the classical Chinese reading? Why just passable?”

The head of the Chinese Group reminded him without expression, “Director, why don’t you flip the page?”

The academic director turned the page.

The second page of the answer sheet was completely blank.

No essay was written.

Not even the title.

60 points deducted.

So Chinese was 90 points.

The academic director was immediately floored, “…”

It took a good while before he came back to his senses, “So what do we do with this total score?”

“We’ve discussed it and came up with a thought,” the head of the Physics Group coughed and said earnestly, “How about we don’t convert it this time and just do the overall ranking directly?”

Who would anticipate someone scoring this high on an Elite Class paper?

“Wait a minute.” The academic director scrolled down the rankings to check the Elite Class second highest total score.

608 points.

If they didn’t convert it, that score would look quite bad.

The academic director then checked the highest score on the regular paper.

689 points.

These two scores confirmed for him that this paper was more difficult than previous ones.

Even the first place of the Science Experimental Class hadn’t reached 700 points.

“Then let’s do it this way,” the academic director felt weary, “I’ll call the principal first.”

This is such an important matter, it must be reported.

He had just walked out when he stopped in his tracks.

Wait—

Who was number one again?

He had been so excited by the scores that he only glanced at the name and forgot it.

The academic director slapped his forehead and turned back.

**

After lunch in Hengdian Town, Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen drove back to Shanghai City.

By the time they returned to the Wen Family, it was already five in the afternoon.

Originally, she had planned to remove the toxins from Old Master Fu’s body during the Labor Day holiday.

But before the examination, Ying Zijin checked Old Master Fu’s health and found that his current condition couldn’t withstand the impact of the medicine strength.

So she left behind some conditioning pills, planning to wait a while longer.

The six types of medicinal herbs had arrived, and she had already processed them, sealing away the most essential parts.

After all, smelling a few of these herbs alone could lead to poisoning, let alone touching them directly.

“Yaoyao is back.” Under Ying Zijin’s therapy, Wen Fengmian’s asthma had completely cleared up, and he no longer looked as emaciated as before; he smiled faintly, “How was it playing outside with Mr. Fu?”

He was quite worried about Ying Zijin.

Previously, when the family had no money, he couldn’t afford to take the two siblings out to play.

Perhaps it was due to being cooped up in Qingshui County for too long that both had become increasingly reticent.

That’s why, when the Ying Family took her away, he had encouraged her to leave.

But no one expected what happened next.

Wen Fengmian sighed.

Otherwise, he would never have sent Ying Zijin away, no matter how impoverished their days were.

“Yeah, pretty good.” Ying Zijin turned her head, “Dad, where’s Xiao Lan?”

“In his room.” Wen Fengmian glanced at the door on the right, “Should be playing with the Rubik’s cube.”

Ying Zijin nodded.

Wen Tinglan’s psychological therapy required the use of many external objects to gradually integrate him into reality and not isolate himself.

Hearing the noise, Wen Tinglan came out of the bedroom: “Sis.”

“This is for you.” Ying Zijin pointed to the box of pastries on the table, “Don’t eat too much, one piece a day.”

She paused, then asked, “Didn’t go to school?”

She remembered that Imperial Capital University doesn’t give holidays to third year high school students, and they were having mock exams these days.

“Boring.” Wen Tinglan’s eyelashes fluttered down with an indifferent tone, “They’re all stupid.”

Wen Fengmian felt a headache coming on: “Yuyu, tone it down a bit.”

“Indeed,” Ying Zijin mused, “just do the problems I gave you.”

Wen Tinglan nodded.

Wen Fengmian pinched the bridge of his nose, understanding the situation.

This was also a result of being spoiled.

“Sis, aren’t your results coming out tomorrow?” Wen Tinglan paused for a moment, “The forums are talking about your bet with the Elite Class students…”

“Yeah, no worries, eat your snack.” Ying Zijin looked indifferent, “It’s just an exam.”

She was about to open the pastry box when her gaze suddenly froze.

She remembered how Fu Yunshen’s expression had turned cold and he had hurried off.

No wonder.

She had been negligent.

Wen Tinglan noticed her change in expression: “Sis?”

“Something came up.” Ying Zijin wiped her hands and stood up, “I need to go out for a bit; take care of Dad for me.”

She took a step, then stopped: “Dad, could you please ask my teacher for a couple of days off?”

Wen Fengmian was startled but didn’t probe deeper: “Okay, Yaoyao, be safe.”

**

First Hospital.

The doctors and nurses were all in a flurry, even the chief director and deputy director were alarmed.

Neither the Fu Family nor the hospital had expected Old Master Fu to fall ill again at this time, and this time it was the most serious occurrence in history.

After all, Old Master Fu’s health had been improving over the past two months. There might even have been a miracle on the horizon.

Though Old Master Fu had retired, he was still the current patriarch of the Fu Family.

If something truly went wrong on their watch, the Fu Family would never let it go lightly.

Fu Mingcheng and several of his brothers and sisters were also anxiously waiting outside the ICU.

Whether their urgency was genuine or feigned, only they knew for sure.

“Do you think Dad will…”

Fu Mingcheng swept them with a cold glance: “Shut up.”

Everyone immediately fell silent.

“Fu Yichen, come here.” On the other side, Madam Fu pulled Fu Yichen to a corner, her tone stern, “What did you say to Grandpa in the study?”

Fu Yichen pursed his lips: “I didn’t say anything, just cursed Fu Yunshen a few times, it was nothing…”

Who could have known that Old Master Fu would suddenly faint?

Madam Fu, furious, pressed: “Who told you to talk? You can curse him however you want in private, but you had to do it right in front of your grandfather? Is your brain made of pig’s brains? Huh?!”

Fu Yichen was rendered speechless and also regretted his actions.

“Fu Yichen, let me tell you, you just hope that your grandfather gets through this time.” Madam Fu took a deep breath, “Otherwise, you’ll be a murderer, and even your elder brother will be implicated by you.”

The people outside were extremely anxious, but the doctors and nurses inside the ICU were no better.

They were anxious too, but they couldn’t afford a single mistake during surgery.

Especially since Old Master Fu was advanced in years, the medical staff were treading on eggshells.

The chief physician said urgently: “Bring the defibrillator.”

The nurse hurried to fetch it.

Just then, the electrocardiogram machine suddenly emitted a “beep” sound.