Perfect Score Essay, Perfect Score Exam Paper

Finally, after several hours of hard work, all the Chinese teachers stopped.

They hadn't found a single trace of plagiarism.

"It seems... this essay is likely not an ancient text, but an original work by the student," one Chinese teacher said with some effort.

The reason it was an effort was that this teacher felt both deeply shocked and ashamed.

They were all aware of how Chen Zhao had finished his exam: he had completed every question and handed in his paper in just one hour and ten minutes. This speed alone was already heaven-defying, yet he had also managed to write such a piece of classical prose. The key was that the quality of this classical Chinese was top-tier, with clear logic and profound artistic conception.

While reading the essay, the teachers had all asked themselves:

If I were to write this, could I produce something this good?

After much thought, many of the teachers realized that they absolutely could not!

In other words, this student's proficiency in classical Chinese was higher than their own—and not just by a little, but by a significant margin!

The dean nodded. "I'd like to trouble everyone to look for errors in this essay and make some revisions. I have a classmate who works as an editor; once we polish it and ensure there are no mistakes, I'll contact him to see if it can be published. Firstly, it would earn the student some royalties; secondly, such a talented seedling shouldn't be wasted—perhaps this could lead him into the literary world; and thirdly, having a student from our school write such a fine piece is excellent publicity."

The group of teachers agreed one after another. Everyone appreciates talent, and as Chinese teachers, they were all willing to help a student who showed potential as a writer.

Although the essay looked brilliant at first glance, a piece written in such a rush surely had many minor errors. It needed their help to be polished.

The teachers got to work, starting from the very first sentence to check for mistakes.

"What does this character mean? Is it used incorrectly?"

"Not sure, let's check the dictionary."

"Oh, it's not wrong; it's a usage from the pre-Qin period. Quite obscure."

"Is this sentence an allusion? Does such a legend exist?"

"It does. When I was taking my master's exams, this content was in my thesis. It's truly remarkable that this student knows such an obscure usage!"

"Teacher Wang, could you take a look at this sentence? I feel like it's a bit awkward."

The teachers busied themselves back and forth for another hour, and before they knew it, it was time for dinner.

The dean walked in carrying a large basket. "You've all worked hard. Please, have some mutton soup with flatbread."

The group of teachers cheered. They hadn't expected to have mutton soup!

The dean opened the basket, which contained boxed hot mutton soup and large bags of flatbread, all bought from a mutton restaurant near the school. After all, if he was going to make these teachers work overtime, he had to provide some compensation. Treating them to dinner served as that reward.

"Eat first, then we'll continue," the dean said with a smile. "One portion of soup and three pieces of bread per person; the amount should be enough."

The teachers came over to grab their soup and bread, took them to their desks, and began to soak the bread in the soup.

"The first pass is already finished," one teacher said.

"How was it? Are there many errors? Is it easy to edit?" the dean asked.

"We... didn't find any errors," another teacher replied with an awkward smile.

The dean was stunned. "You didn't find any errors?"

All the Chinese teachers nodded.

"We checked the materials sentence by sentence, even character by character, and went through it very carefully, but... we really couldn't find any mistakes," one teacher explained. "We weren't convinced, so we planned to go through it one more time."

The dean took Chen Zhao's answer sheet and frowned as he read it twice.

"No need to check anymore. You are all professionals. If we can't find any errors, then perhaps this essay doesn't have any to begin with," the dean said. "Come to think of it, how could an author capable of writing such a brilliant essay so quickly make basic mistakes?"

"You've all worked hard. I'll grade this paper now, and once the scores are entered, I'll take it to submit to my editor friend," the dean said.

A teacher nearby handed the dean a red pen and brought over an answer key. The dean found a chair, sat down, and began grading against the key.

Question one, correct.

Question two, correct.

Question three, correct.

As he continued grading, the dean's expression changed.

Halfway through the questions, every single one was correct! Not a single error!

Achieving this level on a Chinese exam is no simple feat. For example, with reading comprehension questions, even the best students struggle to get full marks; losing a point or two is considered very good. But the answers on this sheet were flawless. Although they weren't identical to the standard answers, they hit every scoring point, leaving no room for deductions.

The further he graded, the more astonished the dean looked.

Finally, the preceding questions were all finished.

All correct!

He flipped the paper over. What score should he give the essay?

The dean hesitated for a long time before giving it a perfect score!

Even if a general essay is written well, it's hard to get a perfect score; usually, five, six, seven, or eight points are deducted, and it's still considered a very good essay.

However, this piece truly deserved a perfect score!

"Alright, it's graded. You all take your time eating; I'm going to contact my editor friend," the dean said, standing up and returning the borrowed red pen and answer key to the teacher nearby. "Full marks. No errors."

After saying this, the dean of students left the Chinese department office.

The office fell into a deathly silence.

The Chinese teachers stared at one another, all of them doubting their own ears.

"What did the dean just say? A perfect score?"

"It seems... yes."

"A perfect score on a Chinese exam... is that for real?"

"I'm afraid it is. I caught a glimpse of the questions earlier and didn't spot any errors."

"This student is heaven-defying. Why haven't they arranged for him to enter a Chinese competition? He could get a special admission!"

Chen Zhao sat in front of the computer with his legs crossed, his character on screen wearing a ghillie suit and cradling an AWM.

Suddenly, a tiny shadow flickered in the grass in the distance—it was a Level 2 Helmet!

Chen Zhao raised his rifle and fired, hitting the target in one shot!

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!

Little Bamboo Shoot's cheering voice rang out through the headset: "So amazing, so amazing! Yay, yay, yay! We won again!"

The reason Little Bamboo Shoot used the word "again" was because this was already the third game today that Chen Zhao had carried her to a win. The routine for every match was very similar: Little Bamboo Shoot would follow Chen Zhao to parachute into some small housing area, and then Chen Zhao would act as if he were cheating, landing headshots all the way, killing gods if gods stood in his way and Buddhas if Buddhas blocked him. Little Bamboo Shoot would just follow behind to loot the crates, leisurely entering the final circle to wait for the win.

In Chen Zhao's livestream, there was another wave of viewers spamming "Streamer is awesome" and "Streamer is 666," along with wealthy fans sending gifts.

Just as he was about to start a new game, Chen Zhao suddenly heard someone knocking on the door—or more accurately, pounding on it with a loud bang, bang, bang.

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