College Construction: My Principal System Chapter 37
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The National Research Simulation Test officially began.
The Jingcheng City had already divided the examination rooms, and everything was in order, according to the college entrance examination procedures.
All the invigilation procedures and marking procedures also followed the college entrance examination guidelines.
When students entered the examination room, they were not allowed to bring any electronic products into the classroom. The classroom was equipped with a signal jammer.
All communication facilities, whether mobile phones or radios, would be unable to receive information.
The examination papers were in the form of AB papers. Every four students who sat around each other would receive papers where there were differences in the order of the questions. This would effectively avoid the problem of copying in multiple-choice questions.
At the same time, there were cameras in the east, south, west and north corners of the examination room.
The whole process was monitored from a 360-degree angle without any blind spots.
At the same time, a chief examiner and a Deputy Examiner were invigilating the exam in the classroom one after the other.
Every 15 minutes, there would be inspectors patrolling the corridor at irregular intervals.
If there was any cheating, it would be seen clearly, and any students who misbehaved would not be able to escape.
All the students from Yun Ding High School came to the examination room.
They were checking the results of their previous studies.
Grigory was in the examination room, where the math exam was taking place.
Before the bell rang, Grigory skimmed through the entire paper.
He nodded to himself.
The training during this period of time was not in vain. As a student guide, he had given the students a special explanation of how to solve the questions in advance. Everyone should be able to get good results.
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On the Chinese exam hall, Han Han, Guo Jingming, and a few other students sat.
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Seeing the essay question, they were also very confident. The special training for the essay had been carried out for a period of time.
The writing method of the pyramid principle had been deeply engraved in the students' DNA.
Even the students who had previously performed poorly in the Chinese language should be able to get good marks.
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The same situation naturally occurred in English, physics, chemistry, biology, politics, history, geography and other subjects.
After Principal Fang Yuan had introduced the "Student guidance system".
It was very effective in improving the problem of everyone's bias towards subjects in the past. In the classroom, everyone actively studied. Outside the classroom, everyone actively discussed and returned to the dormitory. There were also guidance students who conducted one-on-one communication to address their weaknesses. It was difficult not to remember this result.
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The camera cut back to Grigory's mathematics examination room.
He basically only used one-tenth of the entire examination time.
He completed all the multiple-choice questions, fill-in questions, and answer questions on the paper.
He also used one-tenth of the time to check the type of questions that were easy to be answered wrong and ensured that the answers on the paper were correct.
Now, there was only the last long form question on the paper, which made him think for a while.
There was an unwritten rule in the math paper of the college entrance examination.
The question setter would usually treat the last additional question as a key problem to open up the score gap.
So, the question would obviously go beyond the exam outline.
For ordinary students, the question itself could be strategically abandoned.
But Grigory was still thinking.
There was a lot of time in the exam room, and he had to find a way to solve the problem.
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The problem of this problem was very similar to the Poincare conjecture, one of the seven great mathematical problems in the world.
Grigory had a very deep discussion about this part with several math teachers. He kept calculating on the draft paper, hoping to use this opportunity to deduce a final answer.
The draft paper distributed in the examination room was soon running out.
He raised his hand to signal the examiner to provide him with a spare draft paper.
The examiner placed the spare draft paper on his desk, but it was not enough to accommodate the enormous number of calculations for the Poincare conjecture, one of the seven most difficult mathematical problems in the world.
He raised his hand again, indicating that he needed more draft paper.
The examiner put dozens of spare draft paper from the other students on his desk.
But it was not enough... It was still far from enough.
When Grigory raised his hand for the umpteenth time.
The examiner was a little helpless.
According to the college entrance examination rules, each classroom had a limited number of draft papers, three pieces for each student.
When the paper was handed in, the name of the draft paper had to be written down and handed in.
However, Grigory really wanted too many draft papers.
Even if he coordinated all the draft papers that the other students in the examination hall could not use with him, he still expressed that it was not enough.
In just a short hour, he had used up more than a hundred draft papers.
The entire examination hall was indeed empty.
"Teacher, can you give me another draft paper, please?"
"You have used up all the draft paper in the entire examination room. I really can't give it to you again."
"But..."
Grigory looked at the hundreds of draft papers on the table. All his working for Poincare's conjecture was written on them.
Just a little more time was needed.
'As long as I was given a little more time to calculate, I would be able to solve the world's unsolved problems.' He thought.
It wasn't because of the one-million-dollar prize. The sense of accomplishment in solving the world's problems was more attractive to him.
"I'm sorry that there are rules in the exam room. If you really need a place to draft, you can write in the blank space of the exam paper."
"But there seems to be a rule that doesn't allow examinees to scribble on the exam paper, or they will deduct marks from the exam paper."
"It's okay.," the examiner said. "I will report your question to the marking teacher."
Grigory thought for a moment.
He could not get the draft paper, and time was pressing. It was more important to solve the question now.
He began to write at the margin of the paper.
As he wrote, a light flashed in his mind, and Grigory felt that he had a hundred answers.
He was sure that he had indeed found the way to prove the Poincare conjecture!
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Ring, Ring, Ring. The bell rang.
"Okay. The time for the examination has come. All students, please stop writing. If you do not stop writing, the examination paper marks will be invalid. Please sit in your seats. Our Examiner will collect the examination papers from the back to the front. You are not allowed to take the papers, answer cards, or draft papers out of the examination room. Please pay attention. Again..."
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