"Nothing. I was just asking." Song He said.
"In theory, examinees wouldn't know." Professor Deng said faintly.
Song He was desperate. Adding a prefix represented a lot of things.
"Normally, examinees wouldn't care who wrote the exam, either." Professor Deng said. "Unless the questions were excessively difficult. Then all kinds of information channels would leak your name."
Song He fell silent. It seemed he could only earn resentment while shedding tears.
There were still more than ten million resentment points in his account. He wondered how high the balance could rise.
After watching the news for a while, another spark of inspiration jumped into his mind. Song He plunged back into mathematics.
Soon, the morning Chinese exam ended.
At noon, Song He ran to the nurses' station and used the junior nurse's computer to browse news about the Gaokao.
"First subject of the Gaokao, Chinese, has ended. The questions were moderately difficult!"
"Examinees are beaming. This year's exam paper was relatively easy!"
"Interview with top students from Hengshui: Scoring over 140 on the Chinese paper is guaranteed!"
"Veteran Chinese experts analyze the exam: This year's Chinese paper had no challenge whatsoever. It will be very difficult to separate the scores!"
Some students were quite relaxed. They did not rush to review and went online to post comments and share their impressions.
"That was great! This year's Gaokao looks easy again!"
"The Gaokao really doesn't give us any excessively difficult papers. We were just scaring ourselves. The actual Gaokao papers are always easy."
"I'm done with the exam, and I feel great! First-tier universities, here I come!"
"Wonderful. If this afternoon's mathematics exam is as easy as Chinese, it'll be perfect."
"Repeating a year was the right choice. Studying well isn't as useful as getting a lucky exam!"
Song He wore