Chapter 47: Only My Unique Method Chapter 47: Super Genius

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The great name of the Sleep God quickly spread across the campus of Jiangning Middle School. While all eyes were focused on the College Entrance Examination, Chen Yi also basked in the spotlight and became a local celebrity. If he were an ordinary person, sleeping through the entire exam might not draw anyone's attention. But if he had achieved a good score of 640 on the mock exam, then sleeping through more than half of the exam time was bound to arouse curiosity.

People who love to join the fun will never be few. Posts online and messages on QQ were always flashing with strange tales people wanted to see and hear, especially things happening around them, which gave people a mysterious feeling. Photos and words came one after another, as if otherwise they could not show how much everyone valued the College Entrance Examination. Or perhaps, during this most important exam time, students simply lacked entertainment activities.

By the time Chen Yi arrived, many people's gazes had turned strange. If not for the strict exam hall, someone would surely have come specifically to observe him.

He didn't care about any of that, pushing through the crowd and hurrying into the classroom, then gulping down Energy Recovery Potion in big mouthfuls.

According to normal procedure, after using four Scrolls consecutively yesterday, he would need to sleep at least two days to fully wake up. The potion's effect was merely to keep him from falling into a complete coma.

Of course, drinking a couple of sips when there's nothing wrong isn't harmful either—this was a function the scholars of the Saint Qiao Kingdom had yet to research.

Han Jie smiled at him with narrowed eyes as she greeted him, looking as if the College Entrance Examination had not affected her mood at all.

"You're in good spirits." Chen Yi placed the large water bottle with the label torn off on the table.

"So are you." Han Jie chuckled softly and said, "It's the last day, keep it up."

"Definitely."

As they spoke, the teacher entered the door.

Chen Yi stretched lazily and lay down on the desk.

The examinees looked at him with tense faces, afraid to see that terrifying sleeping appearance again—it really affected their pre-exam mood too much.

Fortunately, Chen Yi's head was still up. The English exam in the morning had a listening section. To avoid wasting Scrolls, this part had to rely on himself. After that came the 30 minutes of struggle time.

The children didn't know the situation and thought Chen Yi had suddenly awakened. Wang Dong even thought resentfully: Let you keep pretending, you'll have something to cry about when the results are announced.

The music in the headphones started playing.

Chen Yi listened seriously, still having energy to observe others. English was originally one of his strong points. He could understand half of the dry German pronunciation, let alone ordinary listening.

Of course, to get a full score, he still needed a bit of luck.

The third proctor had obviously heard of Chen Yi's great name, and looked at him differently. What made this young teacher happy was that today's problem student seemed to behave very normally—the kind of normal a normal person would be.

However, neither his happiness nor the classmates' relief could last long.

Or rather, no one could interfere with Chen Yi's plan.

Seventy minutes into the exam... Chen Yi fell into a deep sleep.

The proctor sighed and finally understood the predecessor's helplessness.

Han Jie tilted her head to look, saw Chen Yi with a peaceful expression, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh. Then she really laughed out loud.

This laugh triggered a chain reaction. Many students laughed until they bent double, and the proctoring teacher jumped up and down: "Whoever laughs again will have their test paper taken away, no one is allowed to laugh, everyone stop!"

The inspection official arrived late, only saw Chen Yi sleeping with his head down, knocked on the table a few times with no response, then lazily patted his shoulder and rushed off to other places.

Someone who had just used a Level 3 Scroll couldn't be woken so easily. Chen Yi turned his head to the side under everyone's admiring gazes and continued to sleep through the remaining 50 minutes.

After the exam ended, Han Jie woke him up, both amused and helpless, saying: "Usually I see you full of energy, why are you so sleepy now?"

"Being full of energy is useless if you don't use your brain." Chen Yi yawned while drinking the last bit of Energy Recovery Potion and said: "See me out on your way, my legs are weak."

"Put your hand on my shoulder." Han Jie treated him like a patient.

Chen Yi didn't think much of it, acting as if he were half-paralyzed, and placed his right arm on her shoulder. The two had played together since childhood, so such a movement was nothing strange.

The two carried stationery and chatted as they walked. Han Jie initially felt relaxed, but after a while realized that even half a person's weight was still quite heavy.

She was embarrassed to let go, so she leaned closer to Chen Yi, which made exerting force a bit easier.

However, the closer they got, the more bumps and collisions occurred while walking. Plus, with her arm extended, their bodies would bump into each other from time to time. And to support him, Han Jie had to tightly wrap her arms around his neck.

After a while, not only Han Jie, but even Chen Yi in his hazy recuperation state felt something was off. That youthful little girl from back then seemed to have grown into a young woman.

After Chen Yi became aware of this, his body stiffened slightly, but he was too embarrassed to let go, so he had to pretend to be a patient and she a nurse as they walked outside.

On the contrary, Han Jie, after noticing his unnaturalness, became natural herself. Her body half-tense, half-relaxed pressed against him, steadily supporting half of his body.

Chen Yi's hand hung limp, only feeling his buttocks constantly bumping into something softer and more perky. He couldn't help but feel a strange sensation in his heart.

"Walk faster." Han Jie's neck was red, but her tone didn't change in the slightest. She even held her head high, not at all afraid of the gazes around them.

Chen Yi grunted and lowered his head. He was taller, so he immediately looked down along her collar, where there was a red round dot.

Han Jie also noticed something, but she wasn't angry. She just grabbed Chen Yi's arm and nervously straightened up.

Chen Yi's eyes were about to pop out.

It seemed... that red dot was gradually swelling larger.

Han Jie's face grew redder. Seeing the school gate in sight, she endured and walked for another minute, saying: "Chen Yi, we're here."

"Oh oh, thanks." Student Chen's head was full of grapes—red, green, purple, cyan—plus the aftereffects of the Scroll, making his whole body dizzy.

Chen's mother saw her son and Han Jie walking out close together, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.

The usually cheerful Han Jie called out "Auntie" somewhat shyly, then secretly slipped away along the wall.

Only Chen Yi remained, hehe-ing and saying nothing.

After getting in the car, his father was leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

Fang Manyi sat opposite. After telling the driver to start the car, she said: "Your uncle has already prepared everything. Worried it would affect your exam, I'm telling you in advance."

"I'm fine." Chen Yi touched the Level 4 Intelligence Scroll between his legs, smiling like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Good then. We won't come this afternoon. After the exam, take the car home yourself." Chen's father said, and for once ended with a sentence: "It's inconvenient for us to be nearby."

The inconvenience he referred to naturally meant actions targeting He Fuhan.

"Fine." Chen Yi lay down on the chair indifferently and said: "Wake me when we arrive."

Forget it, continue sleeping.

The afternoon science comprehensive exam lasted two hours and thirty minutes.

Wang Dong was the first to appear in the exam venue, the first to enter the classroom, and then sat on Chen Yi's seat, twisting and turning, trying to discover Chen Yi's exam secret.

Although he wouldn't admit it out loud, he knew in his heart that Chen Yi could not possibly give up the College Entrance Examination. Sleeping purposefully and regularly across three exams was obviously not meant to surprise everyone.

"Wang Dong?" Han Jie, who had just entered the door, looked at his movements and found them very strange.

The latter merely knew him, but Wang Dong had long heard many things about Han Jie; he stood up awkwardly and stammered, "You're here already."

"The gate just opened." Han Jie didn't press further, laughed, and sat on the chair.

Wang Dong felt that smile was so strange that he couldn't calm his mood for a long time; he even didn't know when Chen Yi had entered the door.

The science comprehensive exam proceeded as scheduled.

This exam included physics, chemistry, and biology three courses; supposedly it tested students' comprehensive ability to apply all three, but in actuality, it was still just three sets of small test papers merged together, with at most one or two composite questions at the end—nothing more than a few consecutive related questions, having not the slightest relation to so-called comprehensive ability.

Nevertheless, due to the inherent difficulty of physics and chemistry, plus biology's infinitely broad proposition angles, the science comprehensive exam changed every year. It could be very simple, or naturally very difficult—from the perspective of test-taking, it easily left students and teachers at a loss.

Wang Dong's grades had always been decent, and he regarded science comprehensive as a major item for pulling ahead in scores. But precisely because of this, when he encountered two problematic questions in a row, his mind felt slightly off.

If he ran into problems even at the beginning questions, wouldn't he lose many points? He expected to get over 90 percent, meaning receiving 270 points out of a total of 300.

Wang Dong hurriedly looked around; everyone seemed to be racking their brains, which made him feel somewhat reassured.

Just as he turned back to continue calculating, the annoying "shuashua" sound of flipping test papers rang out.

"Who finished the multiple-choice questions?" Wang Dong turned his head with a whoosh, and at least four or five people made the same movement.

Upon looking, several people's eyes nearly popped out.

Sleep God changed his nature?

Only saw Chen Yi with his head down, glancing at the paper once, then writing without hesitation, then looking at the second question and writing the second fill-in-the-blank question. It looked like he was doing the simplest mock exam.

Wang Dong was amazed; he hurriedly looked back at the second paper but didn't find any questions that could be done just by raising a hand.

His expression became extremely strange, like a poor farmer who, after dividing the landlord's fields, still clinked with poverty, not understanding where the landlord's wealth had gone—supposedly they were all the same people, farming the same land, now the land was seized and the people killed, so why couldn't he still eat enough?

Actually, they really weren't the same kind of people.

Chen Yi continued his earlier style, using up a Level 4 Intelligence Scroll upon entering, boosting his Intelligence Quotient to 160. If using a Level 3 Scroll kept one within the human range, then after using a Level 4 Scroll, all his expressions basically departed from the normal range.

A simple analogy: an Intelligence Quotient of 160 was already equivalent to Einstein, Hawking, and others; and the "Mensa Club," representing humanity's top-tier IQ elites, had an entry condition of merely 148—although only 2% of normal people reached this standard, most multinational corporations and government organizations were willing to believe Mensa's test threshold, making it the simplest yet most difficult pass to enter high society.

This value could also be seen as the turning point where Intelligence Quotient changed from quantitative change to qualitative change.

Setting aside boring inspirational and social struggle spirit, if a person wanted to achieve something and try to leave something in humanity's top academic fields, he should first have an Intelligence Quotient above 148—if not, he could be seen as a selfless contributor. It was precisely such gentlemen who, using their own futures, paved the stepping stones for the elite fortress.

Like most people, Wang Dong rarely had the chance to contact true geniuses, and naturally didn't believe Chen Yi possessed equivalent strength.

However, a fake genius was still a genius, still enough to instantly kill the vast majority in Intelligence Quotient, still enough to completely dominate the vast majority in behavior.

After 90 minutes that left everyone stunned, Chen Yi checked the test paper for the third time, then, accompanied by the drowsiness of the Level 4 Scroll losing effect, fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Dong was still desperately fighting with the calculation problems, not a bit of energy to care about other things.

He firmly believed this year's science comprehensive difficulty must be the hardest in years. But he didn't worry because of this; for students with good grades, difficult questions were what could pull apart the gap.

This is my lucky day, Wang Dong kept encouraging himself.

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