Every examinee turned around and looked at the student raising his hand in the last row.
Everyone's eyes widened like lightbulbs, terror written across their faces.
What are you talking about?! The exam has only been going for half the allotted time, and you're saying you're done?!
On the platform, the two invigilators were stunned as well. The only student in the entire room who had never raised his hand had gone straight for a royal flush the moment he did?!
"Check that your name and candidate number are filled in correctly!" the female teacher said as she walked down from the platform.
"Everything's correct!" Song He said, lifting the test booklet and scratch paper with both hands. He had finished all 100 pages of questions and had used only half a page of scratch paper.
"You can leave the examination room. Remember to come back at ten tonight, when we'll announce the written-exam results." The female teacher took the test booklet.
"Tonight?" Song He asked in astonishment.
"Yes."
"Can the papers really be graded that quickly?" Song He was shocked. "The test is 100 pages long!"
"This exam is using AI grading. More than ninety percent of the questions can be handled in a few minutes. There may be a few questions the system can't recognize, which will then be graded manually by specialized teachers," the female teacher explained.
Song He suddenly understood. He thanked her and left the examination room.
The corridor was completely empty.
He straightened up and filled his lungs with the crisp autumn breeze.
It was finally over!
The written exam had been simpler than expected. Perhaps the test itself wasn't simple—he had simply prepared thoroughly enough.
His accumulation of knowledge about the Woolf-Gong Conjecture had laid the foundation for the simpler questions. His experience