The Reward for a Perfect Score
Barty Jr. quickly changed the answer to that question.
On that particular question, he could not say it was entirely a mistranslation.
Words in different languages were naturally not one-to-one correspondences, and polysemous words often required context to be understood. But sometimes, the context simply wasn't long enough, and several meanings fit the blanks equally well.
At the time, he had found it somewhat strange why Manus would craft such a question bearing a hint of ambiguity, but looking back now, it was actually a hint far more subtle than a ribbon—a reminder that the question was not as simple as it seemed.
"A perfect score! You did exceptionally well."
As he took the test paper, Manus smiled brightly. Seeing a student excel brought a sense of satisfaction that made any teacher feel pleased.
He did not dwell on the fact that Barty Jr. had only noticed the hidden content on the test paper at the very end. Since Barty Jr. had ultimately achieved a perfect score, obsessing over the chronological order of the process was hardly necessary.
Besides, having gone through this ordeal, Barty Jr. himself would remember next time to finish all his checks before taking action.
"Would you like me to grade you an extra transcript?"
"No, thank you."
While shaking his head, Barty Jr. could not help smiling, turning his gaze toward the sky where stars were already beginning to shine:
"This is the first time I've ever felt so exhausted taking a test."
It wasn't physical fatigue in his hand, but mental exhaustion, because one never knew where a problem might lie, forcing him to test every single possibility.
"I hope that every time you face the unknown in the future, you will maintain the vigilance you showed with