Chapter 68

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

"Not a girl." Lu Fan was extremely disappointed; the step he had just taken forward was pulled back. He and Hu Fang once again assumed the arhat pose.

The two were nearing their master's graduation, having done everything they needed to do; all that remained was working for the professor every day, much like monks in a temple.

The handsome foreigner's words contained too much information, leaving Chen Yi momentarily unable to react. After a pause, he asked in surprise, "You're also studying at Jiangning University?"

"Third year, that's right." Stanik was just over twenty, with a face full of Italian coloring, appearing somewhat mature.

"You're also a member of Mensa?"

"Oh, yes." Stanik seemed to have just remembered, smiling at Han Jie as he said, "I joined Mensa when I was twelve."

The geniuses of the world are always like chives—one batch hasn't gone before another sprouts.

If it were in an uncivilized era, a boy with an intelligence quotient of 148 at twelve years old would surely be a pervert shocking to behold, and thus have an ideal reason to be burned at the stake.

Chen Yi imagined Stanik's past and future with no lack of malice.

Handsome and tall, free and easy and dashing, with the noble identity of the Vatican, plus the intelligence quotient of an absolute genius—perhaps he was also a young and wealthy Diamond King Old Five—even with Chen Yi's identity as an aristocratic scion, he couldn't help but envy this handsome foreigner.

Perhaps this was also why others hated him.

Chen Yi suddenly thought of this point, suddenly felt bored, shook his head, and opened his email on the office computer.

Stanik was used to all kinds of gazes and comments from others; he was like a true priest, with the spirit of a victorious champion golden retriever, greeting everyone friendly, then sat beside Han Jie, but focused his gaze on Chen Yi.

This Chinese local semi-noble student before him initially gave him an impression that was truly ordinary to an amazing degree.

Since becoming a core member of the Vatican, Stanik had been to many places. He had seen the old coarse nobles of Western Europe, the poor conservative nobles of Northern Europe, and the new nobles of the New World trying to get close to mainstream society. Among these people, the impression Chen Yi left on him was not even one percent. If it weren't for wanting to use Han Jie to open a breakthrough into China, he wouldn't even have the chance to leave this pitiful impression.

However, at the banquet, Chen Yi's performance had to make him take seriously—what he valued was not Chen Yi's appraisal ability, but that confidence.

Even now, Stanik occasionally couldn't help but wonder, if he felt the Samothrace Column was fake, even if 100% certain it was fake, would he point it out in front of everyone?

Have the courage to verify himself in front of countless people?

The answer was something Stanik didn't want to face.

Mixed with curiosity and a desire to explore, Stanik applied to be the supervisor for Chen Yi's test. This was a purely voluntary job, with no reward and no rank; any Mensa member could apply.

Compared to that, meeting Han Jie only made him... in a bad mood.

She was obviously here to cheer for this kid.

Stanik frowned slightly; in the first twenty years of his life, he had rarely encountered a situation of being completely outclassed.

"The email has arrived." Chen Yi suddenly said a sentence, interrupting his wandering thoughts.

Everyone was refreshed, and the little sister was even more jumping up and down, just short of shouting at Chen Yi "hurry up and do it, hurry up and do it."

Professor Lang continued to drink water slowly, still sitting there, saying: "Time twenty minutes, you must send the email before then, otherwise it will be considered overtime, the results will be sent back in about ten minutes, it has already started."

Hearing him waste twenty seconds, the little sister immediately glared fiercely, she didn't care what kind of animal the professor was.

Just as Chen Yi was racking his brains over the Mensa test questions, Liu Xinyu and Jin Douna also arrived at Jiangning University.

Jin Douna dressed somewhat conservatively, only revealing her slender calves, but hid her proud beautiful waist. Under her foil, Liu Xinyu's devilish figure with a prominent front and back was displayed to the fullest, attracting the gazes of countless people.

The two women's figures could be said to be too good; walking on campus, they were even the focus of eyeballs turning. But they were both used to such a life, appearing very at ease.

Turning a corner was Jiang University's beautiful Bo Lake; Liu Xinyu found a place to sit down and asked softly: "The test questions, have they been changed?"

"Spent 50,000 euros, and that British old man is still a baron." Jin Douna was extremely disdainful.

Liu Xinyu noncommittally made an "en" sound, saying: "Watch the time, you go in and look at his grades, so that we don't have to spend 50,000 euros again later."

"Yes." Jin Douna quickly lowered her head, and her expression did not change at all because of the gentle tone.

The two continued to sit silently on the bench until a certain male student stopped peering around and tried to walk forward; Liu Xinyu suddenly stood up, and before leaving said: "Regarding his body, you can continue to follow up, investigate in detail, and see if anyone else is training him."

"Yes." Jin Douna pursed her lips, and a hint of blush appeared on her face.

Investigate in detail, who knows what she wants to do.

Liu Xinyu returned to the car to wait, while Jin Douna walked toward the office, thinking in her heart: Level 5 difficulty test questions should be twice the difficulty of the Mensa test; who knows how many questions Chen Yi can solve.

However, it seems the matter of joining the Mensa Club will come to nothing.

At this time, she also suddenly felt a slight sense of guilt.

Her fingers lightly brushed across her knee, and a Level 4 Intelligence Scroll turned into flying ash, imprinted on Chen Yi's Tiger's Mouth.

He took a full gulp of carrot-flavored Energy Recovery Potion, then focused his attention on the email in front of him.

Mensa's official test questions were indeed mostly quite intuitive geometry problems; Chen Yi, having long been prepared, took a deep breath, ready to finish them in one go.

Question one, smooth.

Question two, smooth.

Question three, Chen Yi's hand movements slowed down.

This was a simple and straightforward difficult problem—in a cube divided by more than ten straight lines, find how many rectangles there are.

Calling it simple was because the problem was easy to understand and calculate; a cube has six faces, although divided by various straight lines, as long as one counts, one can always know how many squares there are; calling it difficult was because the number of rectangles was too many, and for a normal person counting, they would forget which ones were counted repeatedly and which ones were not counted yet; rectangles formed by two squares, squares formed by two rectangles, and other such shapes were easily missed...

This was a crude test of spatial thinking ability; for ordinary people, it was simply an impossible task. Even for so-called high-intelligence people, it was similarly a very headache-inducing type. A little carelessness, and the tricky options would mislead you, resulting in failure at the last moment.

Chen Yi felt he probably couldn't complete it within the standard forty seconds; he habitually looked at his wrist, doubting whether he had torn open the Intelligence Scroll with the lowest value.

The higher the level of the scroll, the wider the range of improvement might be; a Level 4 Intelligence Scroll increases 19-38 points of intelligence. If luck was bad and the one torn open was below 25, he would find it difficult to smoothly complete twenty-three questions.

Now encountering a bottleneck on the third question inevitably made Chen Yi doubt the quality of that scroll—logically speaking, those sent by the Holy Qiao Kingdom should all be top-quality scrolls.

He lowered his head to carefully identify it, but the "36" on his Tiger's Mouth left Chen Yi stunned.

This scroll was actually a scroll close to the highest quality.

According to Mensa's judgment, his own Intelligence Quotient should be between 120 and 125, and adding another 36 Intelligence Quotient, wouldn't it possibly exceed 160?

This was almost the highest level of Intelligence Quotient humans could possibly reach.

Chen Yi hesitated not at all, immediately abandoning the third question and continuing on to the next one.

According to normal Thinking Mode, whether his Intelligence Quotient level was 156 or 161, completing the Mensa Test should be no problem at all, so the difficulty of the third question might well be the hardest on the entire paper.

After all, 158 and 148 looked not very different, but were in substance completely different. As for an Intelligence Quotient of 160, it was even more like a genius among high Intelligence Quotient crowds, often only one person might be born among several million people. If they had proper education and decent opportunities, they could often achieve not insignificant great undertakings.

This was a reward item won in competition during the Tadpole Era.

However, for the fourth question and fifth question, Chen Yi encountered similar difficulties—not that he could not solve them, but merely that too much time was consumed, which would inevitably affect the final score.

By the time he Discovered that the difficulty of the sixth question also Far Exceeded expectations, a Quarter Items of Test Time had already passed, and Chen Yi finally determined that the exam difficulty had increased; he was Unclear whether this was due to side effects brought by the Scroll or some other reason, but he had no choice but to settle his mind and gnaw through them one question at a time.

Professor Hu held his Teacup and looked somewhat strangely at Chen Yi frowning there. He had a mind to stand up and look at the questions, but was too lazy to move, so he merely kept staring at him in large quantities.

Equally interested was the Handsome Foreigner; while Chen Yi was pondering, he slowly moved to his Hou Mian, and then also gradually began to ponder.

Soon, that pondering turned into surprise.

These were not Ordinary level test questions!

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