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Chapter 641
Chapter 641:
The plaza was dead silent. Thousands of people held their breath, their eyes fixed on the stage. The tension was so thick it felt like physical pressure against the eardrums.
The head judge stepped up to the scanner and pulled on a pair of white cotton gloves to preserve the integrity of the documents. He unlocked the box, withdrew the first envelope, and held it up to the camera.
“The examination sheet for Kaiden Lancaster,” the judge announced into the microphone.
Cheryl Juarez stood at the edge of the stage, chest puffed out, a smug and victorious grin plastered across her face. She looked down at Isolde, already savoring the gloat to come.
The judge sliced the envelope open with a letter opener, withdrew the heavy cardstock answer sheet, and fed it into the top slot of the scanner. The machine whirred to life, pulling the paper through with a rapid, mechanical hum.
The LED screen flashed.
A digital replica of Kaiden’s answer sheet filled the massive display.
і𝘯𝘴𝘁a𝗇t 𝖺𝗰𝗰eѕ𝘀 𝗈𝗇
Instantly, a cascade of bright red marks began populating the screen, each one accompanied by a harsh, repetitive buzzing from the PA system. Red cross after red cross appeared. The logic section was a bloodbath. The advanced calculus section was completely blank.
The machine spit the paper out into the bottom tray.
The final score flashed in massive, bold numbers at the center of the screen.
42 / 100
The silence held for exactly one second.
Then a massive, uncontrollable wave of laughter erupted from the crowd. Parents pointed at the screen, shaking their heads in disbelief. It was an abysmal score — the score of someone who had guessed at random.
Cheryl’s smug grin vanished instantly. Her jaw dropped so wide it looked unhinged. The blood drained from her face, leaving her a sickly, pale grey.
Belle Escobar staggered backward and grabbed the edge of the podium to keep from falling, her eyes wide with sheer horror. The Lancaster genius was a complete fraud.
Kaiden, standing near the stairs, turned bright red and burst into loud, humiliating tears, covering his face with both hands.
The head judge cleared his throat loudly into the microphone, struggling to regain control of the laughing crowd. He looked deeply uncomfortable. He reached into the lockbox and pulled out the second envelope.
“The examination sheet for Effie Carson,” the judge announced.
The laughter died down at once. The crowd leaned forward as one, eyes fixed on the screen.
The judge sliced the envelope, withdrew Effie’s sheet, and fed it into the scanner.
The machine whirred.
The digital replica appeared on the screen.
A rapid series of bright green checkmarks began cascading down the display, the machine emitting a steady, pleasant chime with each one. Green check after green check. The logic section was flawless. The calculus section was perfectly filled out.
The machine spit the paper out.
The final score flashed on the screen in brilliant, glowing green.
100 / 100
A collective gasp of absolute shock tore through the crowd. A perfect score on the Olympiad preliminary was statistically almost impossible.
But it wasn’t over.