Chapter 58: Only I Have My Own Method Chapter 58 Intelligence 150

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Professor Lang's weight was basically equivalent to a light-weight cow, two Black people, three Japanese people, four models.

He had once tried hard to struggle against it, but all ended in failure. Thus, under the condition that weight loss had basically become normalized, starting over every day, he would not move if he could avoid it.

It could be said that Professor Lang was the best office worker; as long as he came to the office and sat there, unless his eyebrows were on fire or the two armies were flooded, he would definitely not get up.

The school took into account his physical condition, and more so his academic status, being exceptionally considerate in arranging courses and such. Occasionally there were undergraduate teaching tasks, but he maintained the state of changing students without changing classrooms. As for the graduate students, they naturally did as they pleased and followed the crowd.

When they arrived outside Professor Lang's office, they heard a buzzing of talking from inside. Without them asking, Lu Fan said: "Professor Lang has a class today, with 10 minutes left until class ends. You can wait in the outer room, or listen to the class together."

"No rush, no rush." Luo Xiaoshan held his leak, his face smiling like a strainer.

Chen Yi smiled and patted him, and the two entered that office together.

Inside there were about six or seven students in class. Professor Lang sat on one side of the lecture platform, nodded to them, and then continued lecturing on his own: "The Sanxingdui Culture that we often speak of..."

The two sat in the back, one scratching his head and cheeks, the other watching the one scratching his head and cheeks.

Lu Fan smiled, did not go forward to listen to the class, but simply introduced them to them: "The one at the very front on the left is Hu Fang, same level as me; we graduated but are still pursuing Professor's doctorate. Beside him is Fan Tong, one level below us. Next to him is Du Qiong..."

He said several names; Chen Yi had a rough impression, but was very curious about the one named Fan Tong. How could his father back then have come up with such a representative character?

Seeing Luo Xiaoshan still tightly hugging the box in his hand, Chen Yi poked him and said: "That Fan Tong and your name have a marvelous similarity."

Luo Xiaoshan glared at him and said: "If I were picking up leaks, that would be one thing; otherwise I'll make you look good."

His fist was as big as a head, truly having some deterrent power.

Chen Yi "hmphed," bared his arm, exerted force, and his biceps brachii stood up with a swish, like erectile tissue seeing a naked body.

Suddenly a half "oh" came from the front; it was Li Xian, the only female student in the graduate class, who happened to turn her head and saw this scene.

She was a girl who was fairly friendly and somewhat ordinary. Chen Yi smiled friendly, then smiled proudly.

Apart from professional fitness athletes, there really weren't many who could make their biceps brachii stand up two centimeters. Especially on the tall and slender Chen Yi, it appeared even more special.

Li Xian was not at all shy, smiling and staring at Chen Yi with a face full of curiosity.

Just like in the Engineering College, the girls' gazes were the weather vane for the boys; everyone turned their heads. Professor Lang looked, then simply clapped his hands: "Forget it, today's class is over. Chen Yi, come over. Did you work out during the holiday?"

"I did exercise a bit." Chen Yi habitually jumped forward a step, his head nearly hitting the chandelier above.

Now when he jumped, the height above his head was nearly two and a half meters, truly scaring everyone.

Whether playing games all day with head covered or reading seriously, who had seen someone like him.

Two students seriously looked up, stretched their hands to gesture for half a day, and finally did not attempt it. Touching a high roof with one's hand could be done, but touching high with one's head truly could not be done.

Professor Lang sighed enviously and said: "When I was young, my body was also very good. We who study archaeology must have good bodies, otherwise we cannot endure it and cannot achieve results."

The last sentence was said to the students.

Everyone laughed, then nodded, but all looked at Chen Yi's exposed muscles with strange eyes.

The time he exercised in the Holy Qiao Kingdom, he saw either old Timothy or burly Holy Knights; occasionally meeting Negotiation Engineers from Xinyou, they were still big and rough foreigners.

Now encountering a group of students belonging to normal people, he immediately showed the changes from the holiday.

Luo Xiaoshan's head was full of his pick-up-leak stories; taking advantage of a gap in conversation, he squeezed in, sweating profusely, and said: "Professor, I got a Zisha Teapot recently; can you take a look?"

"Zisha Teapot? Good, show me." Professor Lang remembered this young man very similar to himself, drinking tea water and waiting slowly.

Not only Chen Yi curiously waited for Luo Xiaoshan to take something out, but other students also stayed to watch the rarity. The professor's personal appraisal was not often seen.

The Zisha Teapot was only slightly larger than a fist, with a dragon-shaped handle; the length from the spout to the handle was about twice the height. It had patterns vividly lifelike, being a group of spirited and sturdy galloping horses.

Professor Lang was well-informed; holding it, he looked and asked: "When did you buy it?"

"More than half a month ago, maybe." Luo Xiaoshan had long been unable to hold back, pouring out beans from a bamboo tube: "I heard the boss say it was a Republic of China Yi Xin Zisha Teapot, made by Chen Yi's disciple of Gu Jingzhou; whatever it cost me over 200,000. I checked online; Gu Jinzhou is truly a master; his Zisha Teapots are truly valuable..."

A student beside suddenly interjected: "How could Gu Jingzhou's disciple be from the Republic of China?"

Luo Xiaoshan glared, defending his first leak: "Gu Jingzhou was a person from 1915, so his disciple making a pot in the Republic of China is quite normal. Isn't Chen Yi's bottle also repaired from the Republic of China?"

He had done his homework, but the reason was so biased it made one vomit blood.

Though that student was a graduate student, being glared at by him, he couldn't help but feel creeped out; he lowered his voice: "His eldest disciple was only accepted after the founding of the country."

Chen Yi laughed; there was no need to look; it was definitely a fake.

Other students unfamiliar with Zisha Teapots collectively made hushing sounds.

Professor Lang pretended to be serious, continued looking for a while, and said: "Although not made by Gu Jingzhou's disciple, it is also a fine piece with some years."

Luo Xiaoshan's eyes lit up at once; unable to resist, he asked: "How much is it worth?"

The professor remembered his temperament; thought slowly and slowly, then said: "It's definitely worth 20,000 yuan."

"Sigh." Luo Xiaoshan sat angrily on the chair and said: "It seems my university dream is shattered."

Professor Lang ignored him, placed his Zisha Teapot on the table, and asked: "The College Entrance Examination results are coming out soon; how did you two do?"

"No big problem." Luo Xiaoshan answered indifferently. He had indeed used headphones for four full exams; this could be considered a humble statement.

Chen Yi smiled and said honestly: "I did quite well."

He had ninety-nine percent confidence that this time he did better than the mock exams. If a score over 640 wasn't considered good, that would be affected.

Even for high-tech students, limited by the complexity of transmission and the difficulty of cheating, they usually wouldn't have very high scores.

Professor Lang "mmmed" and said: "Interested in taking a test?"

"Test?" Chen Yi thought in his heart: Why another test again.

Professor Lang didn't answer; took out a paper from the drawer and handed it to him, saying: "Do it right here; 20 minutes, 30 questions; you can finish early."

Having troubled others several times, Chen Yi thought: Since we have to do it, let's just do it.

Unfolding the paper to look, it was actually an Intelligence Test again.

What day is this?

The other students' interest was piqued as well, and that female student asked first: "Professor, what kind of questions?"

"You want to try? You can give it a shot too." Professor Lang handed her another paper and asked: "What about the rest of you? Whoever can get 23 questions right, I have a good opportunity to introduce."

"I want one too." Everyone took a paper with considerable interest and started working on it.

Chen Yi glanced over the questions briefly; they were more monotonous than the Flourishing Rose questions, but greater in quantity. Professor Lang wasn't a dangerous person; since he said there was a good opportunity, it was surely true. Thinking this way, he almost habitually brushed his hand lightly over his knee's trousers, tearing open a Level 3 Intelligence Scroll. Having used them for a long time, he had grown accustomed to the Scroll's existence.

Only Lu Fan and Hu Fang hadn't taken papers among those present. Luo Xiaoshan asked them strangely: "You two aren't going to try?"

"Tried it once, once was enough." The answer came from Hu Fang. After speaking, he crossed his arms and stood together with Lu Fan, watching everyone answer questions, a strange smile on his face.

Chen Yi had only taken one intelligence test before, so he was more or less a bit more practiced, and quickly entered the zone.

Speaking of it, intelligence tests aren't as difficult as people imagine; normal people can generally answer 30% or more of the questions correctly, just like an exam. But those who can complete 90% are as few as those who can only complete 10%. The goal is always to have the overall results present a normal distribution.

However, analyzing from another angle, those who become the top 2% in IQ tests are far fewer than 10% or 1% in reality. Because in today's rapidly operating world, the vast majority of humans have become society's screws; their intelligence is forever confined within narrow intervals, with no opportunity to be exerted — China's 800 million peasants, tens of millions in abject poverty, the proletariat who struggled for country and people all their lives, the vast majority of them can never step onto a world-class stage in their lifetimes. They never had the chance to become the denominator, so naturally no possibility of becoming the numerator. Most of them go their whole lives without knowing what Mensa is.

The percentile of IQ tests has always been an unfair percentile, just like most things in this world; it is the percentile of the world where the dominant powers reside.

In other words, on this blue planet dominated by the United States, those who cannot appear on the stage in North America have no chance to list themselves in the true 1%.

Because even the standards of IQ tests were set by Westerners.

There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons among mountain villagers, unfortunately human lifespans don't match dragons'. If a person is in shallow water and doesn't struggle to reach shore, they can only die in shallow water.

20 minutes passed quickly.

Everyone finished their papers and looked quite pleased with themselves. Since intelligence tests were first started by the British, by the later stages, to evaluate other races' scores, they mostly adopted pattern-based questions, using language-based questions only for English-speaking countries, and subsequently added other ethnic languages with a slight bias toward simplicity.

As for pattern-type questions, due to the human brain's inherent structure, everyone can always use all kinds of bizarre intuition to explain their choices; therefore, after the all-multiple-choice test ended, everyone felt good about themselves.

"At least I can get more than half the points." Fan Tong spoke up first, handing his paper to the professor.

Young people accustomed to 'passing is victory' have an extraordinary reverence for 80 points. 23 questions is only a 76% accuracy rate.

Professor Lang smiled faintly, didn't take his paper, only said: "23 points counts as a high score; 13 or 14 points is not bad; 10 points is ordinary."

Finished speaking, he directly took out the answers and distributed them to everyone.

No need to look at the score; Fan Tong's face fell. Several questions he was confident about were actually all wrong. Some small traps were hidden in the questions, truly infuriating.

He secretly counted; surprisingly only 13 questions correct.

Looking at the level assessment behind the answers, 13 questions only equated to an IQ of 122. Among ordinary people that's not bad, but it doesn't count as excellent.

In fact, not only him; everyone's expressions weren't much better.

Plenty of people completed 12 or 13; those with only 8 or 9 correct weren't rare either.

No need to ask; the originally arrogant graduate students all wished they could clutch their papers in their palms to feel comfortable.

Professor Lang soon asked: "Chen Yi, how many did you get right?"

Everyone looked over curiously.

But they saw Chen Yi with a face full of sweat, both eyes nearly swollen, saying lazily: "24 questions."

Only by seriously looking would one know how difficult the professor's questions were. With his intelligence level, he should originally be slightly above average, able to complete about 13 questions, no higher than 125, no lower than 122; even adding a Level 3 Intelligence Scroll, it was merely just under 143, and completing 22 questions would count as luck.

But actually, the Intelligence Scroll he tore open this time only raised his intelligence by 11 points; even completing 20 questions would be pushing it.

Chen Yi is someone who deep down refuses to admit defeat, especially when he has means to struggle.

He used almost not even 1 minute; after confirming he couldn't complete it, he immediately tore open a Level 4 Intelligence Scroll, overwriting the Level 3 Scroll.

An intelligence increase of up to 30 points brought his IQ level instantly above 150; completing 25 or 26 questions wouldn't be surprising.

However, merely 24 questions correct already made a whole group's faces fall, especially the looks directed at Chen Yi — they were all kinds of strange.

Fan Tong looked at him with an alien-like expression and said: "Question six, counting triangles in a pile of lines, you could see them all? How many total?"

"13,724." Chen Yi sighed and said: "Accidentally counted them all out."

He didn't speak a word of falsehood, but basically no one believed him.