Time flew by.
An Yulong stood behind the podium with his hands clasped behind his back, his sharp gaze sweeping across the entire class like a searchlight.
The examinees below were tearing their hair out. Amid the continuous clatter of mice and keyboards, sighs of despair rose one after another.
Looking across the room, only three examinees remained calm and composed. They showed none of the despair of people unable to solve the problems. Throughout the test, they stared intently at their screens in thought, like snipers aiming at their targets, occasionally moving their mice and keyboards as though pulling the trigger.
Who were the three?
Ye Qian and Ye Jin in the front row, and Song He in the corner of the back row!
An Yulong walked down from the podium and silently made his rounds, his sharp gaze sweeping over the data in the lower-right corner of each computer.
First, there were Ye Qian and Ye Jin's figures. Their Overall Congestion Rates had fallen to 38% and 39%, respectively. The two brothers continued occasionally tapping at their keyboards, still optimizing their work!
Looking farther back, the data was disappointing. Nearly every figure began with an eight, with congestion rates all above 80%. Occasionally, one or two had dropped to 70%, but the corresponding examinees were practically drained, sweat covering their foreheads.
When he reached the end, An Yulong took a closer look at Song He's screen: 60%.
That was already outstanding, but compared with Ye Qian and Ye Jin in the very front row, he was far behind. The gap was enormous—dozens of percentage points!
With an hour remaining until the exam ended, An Yulong had a rough idea of the situation. Among all the students in the class, Ye Qian and Ye Jin were promising prospects, with