The Conspiracy Emerges

In the following days, Li Qi Qiwei often helped Chris and the others with their homework.

Cavendish Laboratory was also nearing its holiday break, so he didn't visit as often.

Soon, June 15th arrived, and exam week finally began.

Li Qiwei felt a sudden, inexplicable excitement.

He was curious to see what Cambridge exam papers from this era would be like.

In his previous life, foreign exams were considered simple by Chinese standards.

Any Chinese top student could easily ace them, like harvesting scores.

However, this was Cambridge; it probably wouldn't be that simple.

Li Qiwei's first exam was Theoretical Physics, scheduled for 9:30 AM.

As a compulsory course for physics majors, Theoretical Physics was a mandatory exam.

Over a hundred people sat neatly in the classroom, mostly third-year students from Trinity College.

Many cast furtive glances at Li Qiwei, whispering amongst themselves.

He was clearly the center of gossip at Trinity College at that moment.

Li Qiwei even overheard someone saying he knew magic, which was why he dared to beat up Cecil without fear of retaliation.

He could only offer a wry smile, thinking that since he didn't know them anyway, they could spread whatever rumors they pleased.

Soon, the invigilator entered the classroom with the exam papers.

He was tall and thin with a pointed mouth, looking rather cunning.

The invigilator spoke, "Hello everyone, my name is Miles."

"I will be in charge of this exam. Please abide by the rules, conduct yourselves properly, and do not cheat."

After speaking, Miles glanced casually at Li Qiwei, who didn't notice.

As everyone in the classroom waited in silence, Miles began distributing the exam papers.

When he reached Li Qiwei, he quietly said, "Bruce, here is your paper. It should be very simple for you."

With that, Miles patted Li Qiwei's shoulder, looked at him meaningfully, and left.

Li Qiwei was completely bewildered, unsure of what the man was up to.

He didn't know Miles at all.

He figured it was probably another person subdued by his imposing aura.

He didn't dwell on it and opened the exam paper, eager to see the questions.

The entire paper consisted of only ten calculation problems, with no multiple-choice or fill-in-the-blank questions.

These ten calculation problems were also unique, unlike the purely exam-oriented questions of later generations, with various details and traps.

Many questions were direct theoretical calculations, such as deriving Maxwell's equations.

There were also some questions combining theory with practice, all of which looked quite simple.

Li Qiwei scanned them quickly and felt the difficulty was comparable to China's Gaokao (college entrance exam).

It just lacked questions about how electrons move in electric and magnetic fields.

Understandable, as electrons had only been discovered for less than three years, considered advanced knowledge and beyond the scope of the exam.

"Finally, no more sliders or balls," Li Qiwei thought to himself.

These questions were child's play for him.

Li Qiwei no longer held back and began solving the problems on the paper rapidly.

The only sound in the classroom was the scratching of pens.

However, many others were frowning and scratching their heads in confusion.

When they saw Li Qiwei writing furiously, they looked at him with disbelief mixed with a sense of inevitability.

It seemed he wasn't just lucky but genuinely talented.

He could answer such a difficult exam without hesitation.

After all, no one would believe Li Qiwei at this moment was just scribbling nonsense.

They could only sigh, lamenting the unfairness of life.

Meanwhile, the Dean's assistant, Bellam, was accompanying the Dean of Trinity College, Sanders, on a tour of the examination halls.

Soon, Sanders and Bellam arrived at the classroom where Li Qiwei was taking his exam.

This was, of course, a result of Bellam's deliberate guidance.

Although Dean Sanders had agreed to expel Li Qiwei, it wasn't because he was obeying Cecil.

Cecil didn't have the influence to sway a Dean.

Sanders simply disliked people from the Qing Dynasty and agreed to expel Li Qiwei using the brawl as an excuse.

He held deep prejudices regarding racial issues.

It had taken a great deal of effort for Li Qiwei to be admitted to Trinity College at Cambridge in the first place.

At this moment, Bellam suggested they visit this classroom specifically because Li Qiwei was here.

Sanders also wanted to see what was so special about this young man from the Qing Dynasty.

Thus, he pretended to be patrolling the exam hall for discipline, slowly walking towards Li Qiwei.

Bellam followed behind Sanders, giving Miles a look.

Miles responded subtly with a look of his own, mouthing "OK."

Seeing this, Bellam quickly withdrew his gaze, a wider smile spreading across his face.

Sanders stood quietly behind Li Qiwei, watching him answer the questions.

Bellam, with a cunning glint in his eyes, also stood nearby, paying attention to the area by Li Qiwei's left foot.

Li Qiwei had already noticed people behind him but remained unconcerned.

Watch all you want, I'll write all I want. I know all the answers anyway, and I'm not cheating.

Sanders watched, increasingly shocked, thinking disbelievingly, "This Bruce doesn't even need to think; he answers right after reading the questions."

"Could he really be a physics prodigy? But why was he so unknown before?"

At this moment, Sanders's heart wavered, and he felt conflicted.

Why did the person have to be from the Qing Dynasty? If he were British, even white, it would be different.

In that case, he would have earnestly nurtured him and supplied Cambridge with talent.

However, his lingering resentment towards Li Qiwei had lessened. He no longer intended to expel him at the slightest provocation.

Regardless, Li Qiwei was, at the very least, a student of Cambridge, and more importantly, a student of Trinity College.

As Dean, he had an obligation to consider every student's well-being.

With this realization, Sanders decided not to trouble Li Qiwei further and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, Bellam shouted, startling everyone, and even making Sanders stop to see what was happening.

"Bruce, what is that crumpled piece of paper under your foot?"

"It looks like there's writing on it?"

Bellam exaggerated his expression of disbelief as he picked up the paper.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he slowly unfolded it.

Immediately, like a performance artist, his face contorted into an expression of shock.

"Oh, my heavens, the paper is full of formulas!"

"Bruce, are you cheating? No wonder you could answer so quickly?"

At this, Sanders snatched the paper. Upon seeing the dense scrawl of various physics formulas, his face turned ashen.

He was extremely angry, believing Li Qiwei dared to cheat right under his nose.

His newfound good impression of Li Qiwei had vanished in an instant, revealing the student's true colors.

The commotion here also reached the other students.

The invigilator, Miles, quickly shouted for everyone to remain quiet, or they would all be marked as failed.

Everyone stared at Li Qiwei in shock, unable to believe he had actually cheated.

After all, when he solved Professor Wilson's problem, he had definitely not cheated.

Sanders glared sharply at Li Qiwei, his voice icy, "Bruce Li, do you have anything to say?"

"Don't tell me you cheated just to maintain your prodigy reputation."

Bellam watched with schadenfreude, while Miles kept glancing over.

Even under these circumstances, Li Qiwei remained utterly calm.

He looked at Bellam, then at Miles.

He finally understood why Miles had patted his shoulder earlier.

It was likely at that moment the cheating paper had been dropped at his feet.

"No wonder Cecil has been so well-behaved lately. So he planned to frame me."

Li Qiwei instantly figured it out. He had no grudge against Bellam or Miles.

They must have been instigated by someone behind the scenes. The only one with the motive and the means was Cecil.

Li Qiwei sneered inwardly, "Such a petty trick. Hmph, a bunch of idiots."