Unfinished

Fifteen minutes passed.

Lin Mo had already finished one question.

At this speed, looking at the entire training camp, there probably wasn't a second person who could match him.

And he had used two different methods to solve it.

Beside him, Tong Dong was still scribbling furiously on his scratch paper, using the most conventional method.

He lowered his voice, speaking almost in a whisper, The difficulty of this paper is much higher than the ones Teacher Xu found for us.

The level is different. The setter's skill determines the depth of the questions. It's already good enough that Teacher Xu could find those questions. Lin Mo's pen scratched unconsciously on the paper; he was already working on the second question.

Although the difficulty had increased, Tong Dong wasn't too intimidated.

Having interacted so much with Lin Mo, his problem-solving mindset had broadened through constant exposure, so he could handle it with relative ease.

He suddenly thought of a question: If we just keep taking exams like this, won't we only be able to go home at the end of November?

Lin Mo shook his head.

If you win an award and make it to the national team, the training period will be even longer.

He added another sentence.

You aren't going home anyway, so isn't it quite nice being here?

Just as he finished speaking.

Screech!

A harsh sound of a chair dragging broke the silence of the classroom.

A boy sitting in the first two rows suddenly stood up, turned his head sharply, and stared fixedly at them.

Are you two done yet?

His voice was quite loud, which was very noticeable in the quiet classroom.

Everyone who had their heads down working on their papers couldn't help but look up at him.

Seeing all eyes converging on him, the boy's voice grew even louder: We are racking our brains doing questions up here, and you guys are endlessly chatting in the back. If you don't want to do the questions, don't bother others!

He fired off like a machine gun, completely letting loose.

The focus of the gazes instantly shifted from him to Lin Mo and Tong Dong.

Sorry for disturbing you, Lin Mo didn't argue and apologized immediately.

Talking in a public place and bothering others was indeed their fault.

Saying so, he tugged at Tong Dong's sleeve, signaling him to grab his things. The two implicitly began to move toward the empty seats further back in the classroom.

Take a step back, and a small issue is resolved.

But that boy didn't seem to plan on letting it go.

Looking at Lin Mo's retreating back, he instead felt the other party was feeling guilty. His arrogance surged, and he shouted loudly:

If you're here to compete, then show a competitive attitude! This isn't a place for you to chat. If you like playing so much, get lost and go play at home!

Get lost?

Lin Mo's footsteps paused.

He slowly turned around.

Enduring it for a moment only makes you angrier when you think about it; taking a step back only makes you feel more wronged.

Apologizing is fine.

Yielding is also fine.

But pushing your luck is not.

Now, he wasn't going to back down.

Under the gaze of the entire classroom, instead of retreating, Lin Mo advanced, stepping right up to the boy's desk.

He didn't look at the person; his eyes just casually swept over the other's exam paper and scratch paper.

There was nothing on the exam paper, but the scratch paper was a scribbled mess. Obviously, his train of thought was stuck, and he couldn't make any progress.

Heh.

A very light sneer escaped Lin Mo's throat.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was extremely insulting.

I was wondering why you were so easily distracted. Turns out you just don't know how to do it at all.

The boy's expression changed: What did you say?

I said,

Lin Mo's speaking speed wasn't fast, but every word was like a small hammer, striking with absolute clarity, When I first came in, you were gnawing on this first question. I finished one question using two different methods and started pondering the second, while you are still here drawing turtles on the first question.

He raised his eyelids, looking directly at the other party.

What do you mean I distracted you? It's all just an excuse. I see you just wanted to find a way out to cover up the fact that your skills are lacking.

Lin Mo pointed around.

Look, out of all these people, who else was distracted? The ones sitting even closer to us didn't say a word, yet you have such a big problem with it? With such poor psychological quality that you can't even handle a couple of spoken sentences, if you actually get to the competition and an opponent coughs, are you going to forfeit on the spot, go home, write an eight-hundred-word essay, and post it online to complain about the unfairness of the competition environment?

His words fired off like a string of cannonballs.

Although he was the cause of this incident, against this kind of guy who took a mile when given an inch, Lin Mo decisively fully activated his double-standard force field.

As long as I'm double-standard enough, no one can morally kidnap me.

The boy's face first flushed red, then turned the color of pig liver. His lips trembled, but he couldn't squeeze out a single word for a long time.

The entire classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The sparse discussions that had initially arisen from that person's complaint were now completely detonated by Lin Mo's counterattack.

The originally scattered gazes now uniformly focused on that person's exam paper.

Only then did everyone realize that most people were already scribbling away on the second major question, while the boy who complained about the noise was actually still stuck on the first major question, and even his scratch paper was a mess.

Some of the people whose attention had been diverted nodded in unison after seeing that person's progress.

They were all from the batch that arrived early, and everyone had basically reached the second major question.

This wasn't a silent library, nor was it an exam hall. It was a common occurrence for everyone to privately discuss problem-solving ideas and exchange notes.

Blowing things out of proportion like this made it seem like making a mountain out of a molehill.

That person's face flushed red, feeling as if his inner thoughts had been exposed.

Because he did indeed find it somewhat difficult and hadn't been able to solve it. Especially seeing that the people on both sides had already finished, he attacked Lin Mo and the others out of frustration and irritability.

This way, his slow writing could be somewhat justified.

Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate, the teacher who had handed out the exam papers strolled over.

He scanned the room, his gaze lingering briefly on Lin Mo and that person, then spoke. His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority:

What's going on? Sit down. If there's really an irreconcilable conflict, then settle it on the exam paper. Otherwise, go outside, have a fight, and then come back. I won't tell your schools, and I won't notify your parents. You solve your own problems.

This teacher had a uniquely unconventional spirit in his bones. His words added a hint of playfulness to the originally tense atmosphere.

However, the story did not settle there. Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Mo picked up his own exam paper, walked over to that person's side, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

This action was beyond everyone's expectations, and the scene instantly fell completely silent.

Since the teacher said to settle it on the exam paper, let's start writing.

Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. I'll write first, take your time. After I finish, I'll give you an extra hour to hand in your paper. As long as your final answers are correct, I'll consider it your win.

Between the lines, there was nothing but undisguised sharpness and disdain.