"Why aren't the results out yet?"

"Seriously, they should've been announced by now, right?"

Everyone was puzzled, whispering among themselves.

...

Backstage.

Thirty teachers, split into three rows, were grading papers on computers. The competitors' answers were displayed on their screens for scoring.

"Hey, everyone, come check out this paper," one of the teachers suddenly exclaimed loudly.

Two teachers sitting next to him leaned over, curiosity piqued, and soon furrowed their brows too.

"These formulas are so strange. I can understand them when they're broken down, but when I look at them separately, they just don't make sense."

Hearing this, the other teachers who had been focused on grading gathered around, intrigued.

"Is this just gibberish?"

with tightly knit brows. The formulas and methods of answering were odd. They had reason to

knowing how to

these questions, very

these competitors, even they might not

Just mark

formulas were a hodgepodge, probably cobbled together

Was it all just done haphazardly? Many of the formulas and answers were correct, but he couldn't quite understand the process. It would be irresponsible to mark it wrong just like that. Ever since the first

announcement of

Medical Championship had

for disputes

consisted of top-notch figures from the

venet

each influential enough to cause a stir in the

the celebrated

wasn't qualified to

this for such a trivial matter, going to the

felt it wasn't necessary; consulting the jury would also

...

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