Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Yang Ye tilted her head. After contemplating for a while, she said, “Your scores are very good. If you don’t want to study abroad, you may enter one of the top universities in China. I’m different. My family wants me to study either in the United States or Australia.”
“Wherever we are in the future, let’s work hard together,” said Ye Jian. She had no intention of discussing which university she would be going to. Pointing outside and smiling, she said, “That is so beautiful. What is that place?”
Now that the topic was back to the University of Sydney which Yang Ye followed with interest, she stopped asking Ye Jian questions. Her eyes brightened up as she looked at the direction which Ye Jian was pointing at. “It is the Central Tower, the landmark building of the University of Sydney.”
Built in 1850, the University of Sydney was deemed as one of the most beautiful universities. It was essential to the politics and economy of Australia, and it had cultivated a myriad of politicians and millionaires.
The buses parked beneath the Central Tower, the most iconic architecture of the school. The tower was exquisite and majestic like a royal palace in Europe, and the gorgeous sculptures on the top of the tower were the embodiment of the long history of this renowned school.
The contest lasted from eight in the morning to one in the afternoon. Afterward, the students could tour around the campus freely. Right now, few students were lingering on the views. As soon as they got off the buses, they headed to the main teaching building.
In the main teaching building, there was a large hall which could host hundreds of people. Inside the hall, there were 288 desks. Each desk was 90 centimeters long and was far away from each other. Students must sit in the middle of their desks, which was a convenient way to prevent cheating and facilitate surveillance.
As everyone sat down, Ye Jian sensed that numerous people in all directions were monitoring all the students.
A famous politician who graduated from the University of Sydney and participated in the Science Olympiad twice, gave a brief speech to encourage the students. As the bell of the bell tower began to toll, the theory test started.
The hall was in complete silence after the exam papers had been handed out. Every student was immersed in the complicated puzzles of the Math Olympiad.
The test was comprised of five sessions in total, including algebra, geometry and math theory. Each session contained smaller parts. The more puzzles the students solved, the more challenging it would be in the following questions, and the more time it would take them to finish the questions.
All the teachers were outside the exam room. Through the massive display screen, they could see how their students were faring. The international police focused the camera lens one after another on the students, trying to find out which of them had been controlled by the international drug cartel.
In the office, Xia Jinyuan fixated his eyes on the three Vietnamese boys, whom Ye Jian had told him about. Three hours after the exam began, a Vietnamese boy stood up, placing his exam paper into a file pocket. With his head low, he walked past the other students.
“Here, zoom in.” Xia Jinyuan pointed at the screen as the Vietnamese boy walked past one desk. His hand moved subtly, which was hard to notice.
He took several screenshots and zoomed in for multiple times. A black and small ball of paper slipped from the boy’s hand. As he switched to the next picture, he saw the ball of paper on a student’s desk and the student covered it with a piece of scrap paper.
At the sight of this, two international police officers gave Xia Jinyuan a meaningful look. They took out their intercom to inform their colleagues, who were disguised as the school guards, to pay attention to the whereabouts of the Vietnamese student.
Outside the hall, Red Scorpion looked at his student who was walking towards him. Vigilantly, he looked around. “Done?” he asked the student in their native language. Even if someone could understand their language, they would assume that he was asking whether the student had turned in the exam paper.