"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?"

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

that a contestant, not knowing how to solve it, just

so too. With the difficulty of these

they might not be able to

let's not dwell on it. Just mark it wrong. It clearly looks

formulas were a hodgepodge,

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 round, with Flora from the Austenberg team's incident, they had been extra cautious. The Medical Championship couldn't afford any more mishaps,

pondering for a moment, he stood up. "Let's delay the announcement of the results for a while. I'll

Championship

for disputes like

of top-notch

venet

enough to cause

the celebrated

qualified

such a trivial matter,

wasn't necessary; consulting the jury would also delay the

...

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