Leaked Exam Questions (2/3)

The Way of Dreams was profound and mysterious.

Many great powers had continuously studied this path, eventually creating dreamscapes that could assist people in cultivation, allowing them to have fun and study at the same time, even achieving better cultivation results than in reality.

However, such dreamscapes were either expensive or secret teachings held by universities and research institutes, not something outsiders could easily obtain.

Who would have thought that tiny Heaven Origin had someone so capable?

It let people earn money, review cultural subjects, and enjoy themselves at the same time, while conveniently satisfying certain people's hidden fetishes.

What was even more hateful was that something this good was actually free!

At that moment, even the Evil God wanted to ask what Morning Light was after.

Still, this thing was rather interesting. It would keep it for now and slowly dismantle it after encountering its believers.

But Morning Light dared ruin its plans. The next time they met, it would definitely make him pay.

Having sorted out its thoughts, the Evil God slowly sank into its Sea of Consciousness and temporarily stopped paying attention to the outside world.

Half a day later, the morning exams ended, and the remaining subjects would be tested in the afternoon.

Sitting in the staff lounge of Culture High School, Teacher Zhao graded papers while eating.

Teacher Zhao's right hand wrote like the wind, while his left continuously stuffed wraps into his mouth one after another. Without even chewing, he swallowed them whole, then used Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound in his stomach to crush them before sending them into his large intestine.

Seeing Teacher Zhao handle several tasks at once with such ease, several Culture High School teachers nearby could not help showing envious expressions.

Teacher Zhao was truly incredible.

No wonder he was someone with a title. The blessing of a title was truly important.

Titles were recognition from provincial-level Cultivators' Committees, praise for those who had made significant contributions in some field. In tiny Heaven Origin, titled cultivators were few enough to count on one's fingers.

Besides sounding impressive, titles also carried the blessing of Star Lords, granting their holders effects similar to divine abilities. They were extremely useful.

Before long, the teacher group leader, a man over fifty, stood and poured Teacher Zhao a cup of tea. He said with concern, "Little Zhao, eat slowly."

"I'm in a hurry. I still need to proctor exams at Moral High School and Labor High School this afternoon."

"All right, then let me chat with you for a bit. No problem, right?"

"Go ahead, Teacher Gao."

After choosing his words carefully, Teacher Gao said, "To be honest, Teacher Zhao, you're a little wasted at Sports High School."

Teacher Zhao stopped what he was doing and shot the other man a sharp look, one that made Teacher Gao feel a little pain.

Stared at by Teacher Zhao, who seemed like a towering mountain, Teacher Gao instinctively wanted to avoid his gaze. Yet he forcibly suppressed his fear and said seriously, "Back then, you scored 460 across all subjects, the highest score in Heaven Origin's history. We thought you would be Heaven Origin's hope, but we never expected you to drop out."

"My ideals didn't align with the university's," Teacher Zhao said arrogantly. "I hate the tricks those filthy capitalists play most of all."

"I know. But since you came back, we all thought you would take a position at Culture High School. Why did you go to Sports High School instead? With your talent in both academics and martial arts, you should be here. The base salary here is 4,200, much higher than at Sports High School."

Teacher Zhao smiled faintly and said, "Long Summer Sports School tried to recruit me before. They offered 7,500 a month."

Teacher Gao was greatly startled. "You accepted?"

"No. What I mean is, I didn't go even for 7,500, so how do you have the nerve to recruit me with 4,200? Heaven Origin Sports School has no money, and the principal is an asshole. The dean of students can't do anything except check attendance, and the students are all stupid idiots with no brains, but... but..."

Lowering his head to think for a while, Teacher Zhao had thought himself into a lack of confidence.

Right, what was I there for?

I'm a balloon. Was I there just to get filled with hot air?

Then he suddenly understood and clapped his hands. "But there's a genius there whom I value highly."

"In Body Cultivation?"

Recalling Chen Yu's feat of mastering Level Nine Force Dissipation in a single night a few days ago, Teacher Zhao nodded. "Yes, indeed. And he's talented in both academics and martial arts as well, though he hasn't cultivated for long. I want to do everything I can to lift him higher. In my view, his contribution to Heaven Origin may be far greater than yours or mine."

Looking at Teacher Zhao, Teacher Gao saw determination in his expression.

Learning martial arts could not save Heaven Origin, but being a teacher could.

Their generation could no longer see much hope, but they could pass hope on to the next generation and let them move forward in their place.

Realizing this, Teacher Gao gently wiped the corner of his eye and said emotionally, "So that's how it is. I was too presumptuous. Teacher Zhao, let's discuss joint teaching later. Some of our students have poor constitutions and need some strengthening."

"All right. Some of our students are weak in cultural subjects too. Take this Ma Daqiang, for example. He gets around thirty points every exam and has never scored above forty. This time the questions were a little harder, so surely he also... Hm?"

Seeing Ma Daqiang's score of forty, Teacher Zhao felt that something was wrong.

He immediately began grading the other Sports High School students' papers. The more he graded, the more something felt off.

How had the average score risen by six points?

That was impossible.

He was not the only one. The teachers nearby who were grading Culture High School's papers also sensed that something was wrong.

After looking over it three times in disbelief, the younger teachers began whispering to one another, then called Teacher Gao over and said quietly, "Teacher Gao, there's a problem with this round's scores."

"What is it?" Teacher Gao asked nervously.

"Our high school students' average score rose by two points this time."

"Hiss..."

Going from thirty to forty was easy, but going from ninety to ninety-two was difficult.

The effort and sweat required were twenty percent greater than before. For Culture High School students, whose time was life itself, this was truly far too difficult.

And now, everyone had collectively improved by two points. There was only one possibility:

The exam questions had leaked.

Teacher Gao wanted to curse, but he did not dare say it loudly, lest he draw the Day Patrol God's attention.

Ordinary exams were merely practice. The National College Entrance Examination was the real thing.

But cheating on a practice exam, once discovered, would draw the Day Patrol God's attention. After the matter was investigated, Morality would be deducted directly, and deducted ruthlessly.

After all, the more they deducted, the better the Day Patrol Gods' performance would be, and the larger their bonuses.

Even now, Teacher Gao could feel mysterious gazes moving through the room, as if waiting for him to say something.

He lightly pressed down with his hand and said, "It's normal. Maybe everyone's level has improved. Don't spread this around. We'll discuss it after the exams are over."

"All right..."

That evening, after proctoring exams at five high schools, Teacher Zhao returned to Culture High School and began tallying scores with the others.

When all the papers had been graded, the staff office fell into dead silence.

After a long silence, Teacher Gao finally coughed. "Everyone, report the scores. I'll go first. Culture High School's other scores haven't changed much, but the cultural subjects' average rose by two points."

"Moral High School, three points."

"Art High School, six points."

"Labor High School, five points."

Teacher Zhao hesitated for a moment, but still said softly, "Sports High School, eight points."

Covering his face, Teacher Gao let out a long sigh, feeling that the worst had happened.

Could the exam questions really have leaked?