"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?"

at the screen, all with tightly knit brows. The formulas and

that a contestant, not knowing

too. With the difficulty of these

alone these competitors, even they might not be able to

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

were a hodgepodge, probably cobbled together

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

announcement of the results for a while.

Medical Championship had

jury for disputes

top-notch figures from

venet

each influential enough to cause a

the

wasn't qualified

for such a trivial matter, going to

other teachers said helplessly. They felt it wasn't necessary; consulting the jury would also delay the announcement

...

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