The name on the test paper was conspicuously "Yang Yuhuan."
"Yuan Tiangang and Yang Yuhuan? What a strange combination." Song He muttered quietly.
Xiang Xiaotong had just finished marking the last test paper. "Mm, only these two kids have IQs of 140. If they study diligently, they have what it takes to get into the C9 League. The other kids will have to work extremely hard to have a chance at one of the 985 Universities."
"That's intellectual determinism. I agree with you 60 percent, but I think the other 40 percent depends on energy and focus. Speaking of which, shouldn't the C9 League be changed to the C10 League?" Song He said.
"You mean the Former University of Science and Technology should join the ranks and turn it into a ten-university alliance?" Xiang Xiaotong said. "That doesn't sound bad. I can mention it to the university president at the next dean's meeting."
The two invigilators whispered and chatted. The last few minutes of the exam passed in a flash. Time to collect the papers!
The test papers were gathered up in stacks. Each one was folded repeatedly like a memorial, with some questions testing intelligence and others testing mathematics.
"Students, go eat! You've worked hard on the four-hour exam!" Song He announced. "We won't publish the exam results. We're only using them to understand your situation and set the difficulty of the lessons! Class starts promptly at one thirty this afternoon!"
The Technical Soldiers had long since been starving. After calling out a string of goodbyes to the teachers, they hurriedly left.
Song He and Xiang Xiaotong stood beside the lectern and rapidly marked the Technical Soldiers' test papers.
Suddenly, one of the Technical Soldiers returned to the doorway. He was a thin, tall, bald young man who looked