Chapter 33 Nothing Much, Just Submitting My Paper
Clio was here today to oversee the exam personally.
Usually, students from rural areas who manage to get into Prestige High School end up in her E class. It's rare for any of them to make it into the D class.
That’s why she decided to personally oversee the entrance exam today, to tightly control the admissions into the E class.
The E class consists of students who had the lowest scores at the start of the school year, and their average test scores are consistently the lowest in the entire grade.
Amelia wasn’t even a top student in her small rural school; her grades were just average. If someone like her got into Clio’s class, wouldn’t she just drag down the class average even further?
Clio had no intention of accepting Amelia into her class. She didn’t want her at all.
Since Amelia was a humanities student, the subjective questions on the test didn’t have standard answers, meaning the scores could be easily manipulated.
If the requirement was to be close to the passing line to get into Prestige High School, well, Clio could personally grade the subjective questions however she saw fit.
She could give Amelia around 300 points, and the Martinez family wouldn’t dare force her into Clio’s class, right?
Besides, Amelia was just an illegitimate child, not someone worth paying attention to. Unlike Tobias, whom Clio had to ingratiate herself with.
With everyone gathered, Clio led the dozen or so students into a classroom, instructing them to prepare for the test.
Prestige High School’s exam rules were notoriously strict.
All subjects were combined into one exam booklet, totaling eight pages, sixteen sides.
It was a continuous exam. The time limit was six hours, from 10 AM to 4 PM, with no breaks for lunch.
If students finished early or couldn’t continue, they could submit their exams ahead of time.
That’s why, back at the Martinez Mansion, Rachel had told Amelia she’d be testing all day today.
Prestige High School claimed that keeping students under stress for six hours was a way to select the most deserving talents.
They said the high-pressure environment best showcased individual abilities.
But it was all just pretentious talk.
For students like Rachel, who had normal admissions, the entrance exam spanned two days. The harsh rules only applied to the few poor, top students who qualified each year.
After all, the children of nobles brought benefits to Prestige High School, with their families funding the school's various projects annually. These poor top students would only consume the school's resources.
The only value they had was their abilities. So Prestige High School had to select the most outstanding talents among them to justify the resources spent.
After Clio left, the classroom fell silent.
Most students were nervously reviewing their notes, almost unable to breathe.
Among them, only Amelia, sitting in the last row, and Leroy, whom she had been watching earlier, weren’t studying.
Amelia leaned over to Leroy and asked, “What’s your field?”
Leroy frowned, looking at her as if he didn’t understand.
“I mean K.A,” Amelia pointed at his bracelet and asked again, “What’s your field?”
Leroy froze and glanced at Amelia, his pupils narrowing slightly. “You know K.A?”
The K.A club was founded sixty years ago by Novaria physicist Wells, who won the Nobel Prize in Physics at just twenty-five years old.
Few people knew about the club because most couldn’t access it or even hear about it.
But in reality, K.A club members were worldwide, though the total number was fewer than two thousand.
To become a K.A member, one had to meet three criteria: under eighteen years old, an IQ above 150, and exceptional ability in a specific field.
In other words, only absolute geniuses received invitations to join K.A, and after passing an online test, they could become members.
Each member received a custom gift from the current K.A chairman upon joining, marked with the K.A symbol and star ratings.
The number of stars indicated the number of fields in which the member excelled.
When Amelia reached six stars, she received a ruby ring with a rose design in the center and three stars on each side.
Shadow had always liked this ruby ring and had recently brought it to her.
Just as Amelia was about to respond, Clio walked in with a stack of thick exam booklets.
“Alright, everyone, put your books away. I’ll hand out the test papers a couple of minutes early.”
Unable to continue the conversation, Amelia returned to her seat, but Leroy couldn't help but glance at her.
Once everyone was seated, Clio began handing out the test papers one by one.
When she reached Amelia, Amelia glanced at the paper and raised her hand to stop Clio.
“Excuse me, teacher, I’d like to take the science exam,” Amelia said.
“What?” Clio was stunned. “You want the science exam? Aren’t you a humanities student?”
Amelia tilted her head. “Does Prestige High School have a rule that humanities students can’t take science exams?”
The other students turned to look, surprised, except for Leroy.
Clio felt Amelia was out of her mind.
The science exam’s math was much harder than the humanities math. If you couldn’t do it, you’d have to leave it blank; there was no way to guess.
Unlike humanities, where subjective questions could be filled out to earn some points.
A humanities student from a rural school wanting to take Prestige High School’s science exam?
Was she clueless, or did she just not want to get into Prestige High School?
Either way, it worked out for Clio.
She wouldn’t even need to lower Amelia’s score. With her mediocre rural school level, she’d struggle to get even 200 points on the science exam.
“Alright,” Clio said disdainfully, placing a science exam booklet in front of Amelia. “You can take the science exam.”
With that, Clio returned to the podium.
At 10 o'clock, the classroom bell rang, marking the start of the exam.
The students began writing furiously, while Clio leaned back in her chair, sipping her tea and opening a novel to pass the time.
These students would be testing until 4 PM, giving her enough time to finish two novels.
However, she had barely reached page eighty when she heard a voice from the back of the room, “Excuse me.”
Clio looked up to see Amelia raising her hand.
Clio frowned, glancing at the clock. It was only 10:40.
The exam had just started forty minutes ago. What was Amelia up to?
Clio put down her book, frowning impatiently. “What is it? What are you reporting?”
“Nothing,” Amelia replied calmly. “I’ve finished. I’d like to submit my exam.”