Song He's pen never stopped as he filled in the answers.
Most physics problems were actually just a matter of plugging numbers into formulas and calculating.
An ordinary student needed scratch paper, painstakingly setting up equations and doing handwritten calculations for half a day before tremblingly daring to answer.
But Song He's mind was comparable to a computer. As long as he understood the problem, the answer appeared instantly without hesitation!
Qiu Lingshan had just finished drinking her millet porridge when a physics paper was slapped down in front of her!
"I'm done. Teacher Qiu, could you help grade it?" Song He continued eating his steamed buns.
Qiu Lingshan stared in astonishment, and the spoon in her hand clattered into the bowl.
"That fast? Are you a demon?"
The handwriting on the paper was messy, but he had indeed completed everything!
Qiu Lingshan stopped eating, still shocked, and pulled out a red pen to grade the paper.
The school had posted the entire school's midterm results on the bulletin board. Two days ago, she had specifically looked for Song He's name. What left the deepest impression on her was his physics score: only 27 points, completely out of line with his other subjects.
Some classmates had discussed it too. Everyone had sighed in unison: Heaven had opened the door of mathematics and biology for Song He, yet closed the window of physics. The Math-Biology Great Emperor was also a physics failure!
Therefore, when she began grading, Qiu Lingshan had assumed he would have made mistakes everywhere.
But after grading all the multiple-choice and fill-in-the-blank questions in one go, she found only two wrong answers.
Something was off! Qiu Lingshan's expression changed slightly. Was this really a physics failure? How was that possible?
She continued grading the major questions. The steps