Chapter 569 A Second Test
When Charles came out, Fiona put her iPad back in her bag.
"All done?" she asked.
"Yeah." Charles nodded. "I took my time like you said."
Still, it seemed the teacher thought he had finished too quickly.
"Charles, you're amazing!"
Fiona patted Charles's head.
Charles sat next to her and nibbled on a string cheese.
Suddenly, they heard a clamor of footsteps outside.
It seemed that many people had rushed to the proctor's office.
The proctor felt like she was living a dream.
After a cursory review of the test, she couldn't find a single mistake.
She immediately phoned the principal.
In no time at all, the principal and a few department heads hurried over.
"A perfect score, are you sure it's perfect?" the principal burst in, eager to confirm.
"I checked it again, and although a few of the complex problems were solved differently from our methods, the answers are correct," the proctor said with a wry smile. "I've looked carefully, and his problem-solving methods are actually better and more concise than ours."
The principal remained silent, simply picking up the papers and bringing them over.
"What's this?" A director noticed, pointing to a neat stack of draft papers. "Drafts?"
"Yes, these are Charles's drafts, and they're nothing short of astonishing," the proctor said hurriedly.
The director took a look and couldn't help but express admiration, "This is neater than the regular notebooks of the kids in our class."
"Perfect score," the principal declared after reviewing the test.
"In our entrance exams, we always include several extremely difficult questions. Achieving a ninety-five percent accuracy is considered outstanding, but a perfect score?" A particularly meticulous grade director hesitated, "I heard this child's parents are renowned tycoons both domestically and internationally. Could there have been a leak?"
He questioned the legitimacy of the perfect score.
The teacher in charge of creating the test and proctoring was immediately angered, "Gabriel Wellington, what are you implying? If I leaked the questions, I'd be dishonoring my profession!"
"The field of education is both grand and meticulous. I am defending the dignity of our education system. Why are you getting upset over a legitimate question?"
The two were about to argue when the principal softly coughed, "If Charles is indeed that brilliant, it's a great honor for our school! Gabriel's caution is valid. Let's set up a retest with a new set of questions, which I will personally prepare."
"I was thinking the same." Gabriel nodded.
"A retest it is then. As long as you're not deliberately setting him up, I'm sure he'll do fine!" The proctor who had initially doubted Charles had now become his staunch supporter.
Moments later, the proctor walked up to Fiona.
"A retest?" Fiona looked up at the proctor. "Why?"
She had done her research. There was supposed to be just one comprehensive exam. She'd never heard of an additional test being necessary.
The proctor was beside himself with frustration. It was they who didn't believe in Charles's abilities and insisted on a retest, yet they made him explain it.
"The principal decided on a retest after seeing the exam. I don't know the specifics," the proctor said through gritted teeth.
Fiona nodded in understanding. "Do they suspect my son of cheating?"
The proctor was taken aback. Clearly from old money, she spoke her mind freely.
"No, not at all!" The proctor waved his hands dismissively.
Fiona didn't press further and turned to Charles. "Do you want to take another test?"
"My score was perfect. They probably find it unbelievable, which is why they're suspicious," Charles said calmly, even pinpointing the reason for the retest.
The proctor was astonished. Indeed, a genius.
"It's fine. Let's do the retest," Charles continued.
During this retest, the principal along with several directors remained in the classroom to monitor.
The proctor had also protested, "He's only five and a half years old. This could cause him undue stress and anxiety!"
However, the protest was in vain.
Charles walked into the classroom, giving a nod to the newcomers before settling down at his desk
with unruffled composure.
"Charles, are you ready?" someone asked. With deliberate slowness, Charles took out his pen and nodded.
"Begin," the principal pressed the timer.
Faced with scrutiny and judgment, Charles's response this time was to maintain his normal speed. The difficulty of the test had obviously risen beyond the level of an entrance exam.
An hour and a half later, Charles neatly stacked his draft paper, collected his stationery, and stood up to submit his test.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my mom has a lot of work to do. If you want to continue testing, today's not going to work," he said.
He was a strikingly attractive kid, and his voice was pleasant to the ear. An aloofness that seemed beyond his years permeated his demeanor.
The principal was the first to snap back to reality, hastily assuring, "There will be no more tests, Charles. Just wait a moment, please."
"Okay."
Charles then went to find his mother. "Not happy?" Fiona reached out her hand to him.
Charles's eyes fell as he took Fiona's hand. "No, just impatient," Charles replied. "You have that meeting at Solomon tomorrow, and there's still a lot to prepare. I don't want you wasting your time here."
Fiona immediately smiled. "So, you're worried about mom, aren’t you? Don't worry, Dad gave really detailed information; I don’t need to prepare much."
"Okay."
Charles acknowledged. Fiona then handed him a cheese stick.
Meanwhile, in the office across the way, the principal was passionately marking the test papers.
"All correct!"
"Excellent reasoning here!"
"He even solved this one!"
"The final essay question... Correct answer!"
The principal's voice grew increasingly excited. "Perfect score! A hundred percent correct!"
"Didn't I say so? He's simply remarkable," the proctor boasted, feeling vindicated at last. "Gabriel, you have nothing to say now, right?"
Gabriel remained impassive. "I've observed that he took longer on the chemistry questions, which suggests a relative weakness. So, let the student come to me. I’m strong in chemistry; I can give him the support he needs."
"Gabriel, cut it out. His demeanor is more suited for a boost in physics; he'd do better with me!"
"You all need to stop," the principal scoffed. "Just look at his math skills; they're beyond what many of you can match. Obviously, he should come to my class..."
"But we should strengthen the weak areas, what's the point in boosting the strong? He should come to me! I said it first! He's mine!" Gabriel was getting flustered.
As the argument heated up amongst them, the proctor quickly intervened, "Perhaps you should ask Charles himself. There's no need for a brawl. What if he already has his goals set?"
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