"Great!" Shen Xiangjun's mood at that moment was exactly the same as Grand Tutor Dong's had been back in the day—so happy she was like a several-hundred-pound child. Her cherished wish of taking a genius as her disciple had finally come true.
Why hadn't she taken one in the previous two years?
One of them hadn't placed first in all three categories.
That upperclassman had ranked second in one of the three trials. Though the gap between him and the first-place scorer in that trial had been extremely tiny, second was still second.
The other commoner disciple who had bravely seized first place in the major in his second year had met all her standards for taking a disciple in every regard. The only regret was that he was a commoner, not a noble.
This year's candidate had ranked first in all three trials, opened up an enormous gap over second place in every regard, and was even a Noble · Baron. Without a doubt, he had been tailor-made according to her standards.
If she didn't snatch him up, she'd be unworthy of her status as the principal's daughter.
As for whether any of the past first-place students in the major had met her requirements?
There had been.
Unfortunately, counting this year, she had only been a teacher at Sigma University for less than three years. The geniuses of the Crafting Department had long since been "flowers with owners."
"Sigh, let's go, let's go."
"Another year with no gains whatsoever."
"What's the hurry? Aren't there still second place and third place?"
"Let's be honest with ourselves. Are second and third put together even comparable to first?"
Hearing that, a whole crowd of teachers immediately fell silent.
Thinking back to the detailed results they had seen on the Microcomputer before coming