The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 278 - : 267 Xiu Yan was shocked; face-slapping always comes unexpectedly [1 more update]

Chapter 278: 267 Xiu Yan was shocked; face-slapping always comes unexpectedly [1 more update]

Last century, the technology of Hua Country was always behind the rest of the world and couldn’t even begin to compare with that of some developed nations.

The same was true academically.

As such, many people went abroad to further their education and only returned to their home country after completing their studies.

But entering the 21st century, Hua Country’s comprehensive national power grew rapidly, particularly in the area of human resources.

Last year, in all the international competitions for mathematics, biology, chemistry, and informatics, the student teams sent by Hua Country swept the gold medals, and their overall team scores were also first place.

However, except for Teng Yunmeng and two others, the rest of the winning students had already advanced to universities and could no longer participate in the ISC.

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Especially since on the first day of the ISC, only the first of the Hua Country divisions was in the top ten of the overall standings.

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This stirred up unrest among the people of other countries who had been traditionally outperformed.

There were numerous unsavory comments on foreign websites.

[“As I said, the ISC isn’t just about theory but also about practical skills. Today my cousin got a simulated experiment question, and honestly, those students from Hua Country really lag far behind us in practice.”]

[“Do you know who’s first in the overall rankings? A genius that M Country recruited this year. With her there, that first place won’t go to anyone else.”]

[“I remember that a few of Hua Country’s gold medal winners last year went to universities, right? Tsk tsk, what a pity, it seems this batch of Hua Country high school students isn’t up to par.”]

[“Forget about achieving glory again, it’s questionable whether they can avoid losing face. Just ask, if it weren’t for the organizing committee allocating quotas, how many from Hua Country could make it to the ISC finals on their own strength? [Smile]”]

Such world-class provocation was unbearable for anyone.

Although most people inside the country could not see these foreign websites, there were also many Hua Country citizens living abroad.

The foreign web was very active in discussing this matter, and the majority were both praising and belittling in turn.

Suddenly, an irate brother chimed in.

[“F***! A bunch of idiots shooting their mouths off, I don’t even deign to curse you out in your own language. Just you wait, within three days, not to mention the top three of the overall standings, even the first place will surely change hands!”]

But this comment was quickly drowned out by the many mocking ones.

There wasn’t much happening domestically until screenshots of these comments from the foreign websites were posted on Weibo.

Some echoed the foreign websites’ negative forecasts, while others bypassed the firewall to join the fray online.

The hype surrounding the ISC had reached unprecedented heights due to this provocation.

Even those who didn’t follow academic news became aware of this international academic competition.

In just one night, the number of people who registered for the Hua Country ISC division reached a staggering nine hundred thousand.

This number surpassed the combined total of several major countries in Oceania.

There had never been a second international competition with so many people registering.

It was only because the ISC limited participation to high school students that the number wasn’t even higher.

**

The next day.

At breakfast in the training camp, they were also discussing the matter.

“I’m so mad,” Teng Yunmeng was quite angry, “Feng Yue, let’s register for the selection contest right now. Just the top three in the overall standings? How could they possibly be out of our reach?”

She had spent an hour on Weibo comments yesterday and almost lost her hair in frustration.

“Mengmeng, calm down,” Feng Yue also had a bellyful of fire and spoke in a low voice, “We really don’t have the energy to participate in the selection contests now, our goal is the international competition.”

“After all, we’re not like Yilan Public School and other foreign high schools that have plenty of options; they can send dedicated students to the selection contests, we cannot.”

Yunmeng fell silent.

On this point, she had no rebuttal.

Although Hua Country was now among the world’s academic leaders, top-tier talent was extremely rare.

Take Yilan Public School, for example; they had 10 slots for the ISC international competition, but they still had five or six top students remaining.

These top students didn’t get the slots for the international competition, but that didn’t mean they lacked the ability—it was just that the slots were too few.

Their abilities were only a bit weaker than Teng Yunmeng and Feng Yue.

Yilan Public School sending these top students to participate in the selection contests was clearly a mission to dominate the field.

“Mengmeng, don’t rush,” Feng Yue snorted coldly, “It’s just one selection contest. Let them see the strength of Hua Country during next year’s international finals.”

With the abilities of Feng Yue and Teng Yunmeng, if they did participate in the selection contests, it might be uncertain if they could secure first place, but the top five were a sure thing.

“But the first-place holder for the overall standings from M Country is indeed very impressive,” Feng Yue opened Weibo and checked the current overall rankings, “Mengmeng, we’ve done similar questions, and I reckon I couldn’t have scored this many points on the first day.”

The current first place in the overall standings scored as follows—

No.1: Amanda, M Country, 134 points

“Her score should have given her direct entry to the international competition,” Teng Yunmeng said, frowning as she drank her hot juice, “It seems that the opponent this time is stronger than we thought.”

As she said this, she looked up and saw a girl yawning as she walked towards them.

Teng Yunmeng waved: “Zijin, over here.”

Ying Zijin walked over slowly, holding a cup of milk and still yawning, so drowsy that even the long lashes were misted with dew, hazy.

She noticed Teng Yunmeng’s complexion didn’t look too good: “What’s wrong?”

Teng Yunmeng didn’t specify, just sighed: “Nothing much, I’ve been losing a lot of hair.”

The responsibility for looks and brains in their group surely wasn’t with those who would participate in the selection competition.

But Feng Yue was not wrong either; the selection competition was nothing, but the international finals next year would really be the time to see who was superior.

**

On the other side.

Xiu Yan silently withdrew her gaze, frowning slightly.

She had been observing Ying Zijin for several days now.

It was after that day Teacher Mong called her up that Ying Zijin did a question.

Usually, when there was group homework, it was Feng Yue and Teng Yunmeng who completed it, with Ying Zijin watching on the side.

This situation made Xiu Yan have to doubt, it might be just as her resume indicated, Ying Zijin was only occasionally clever.

So she didn’t concern herself with Ying Zijin anymore.

But on the show ‘Accept the punishment of the Academic God!’ produced by the General Television Station, her limelight was indeed completely overshadowed by Ying Zijin, and she even attracted a small portion of haters.

Xiu Yan took a sip of porridge, her brows knitting even more tightly.

The girl from her school who sat beside her tugged at her sleeve, “Yanyan, what’s your current score?”

The two of them attended Wende Noble School, where tuition was several hundred thousand a year—school uniforms not included.

The students who could get in were all either rich or noble.

But this didn’t mean their studying was lacking.

Mu Yuxi also attended this school, and even scored ninth in the city in the middle school exams this year.

The girl and Xiu Yan were both sent by Wende Noble School to participate in training, without having secured direct entry to the international competition, they needed to solve problems.

Xiu Yan’s smile faded slightly, indifferent: “I was too busy yesterday, I didn’t even finish the basic ten questions.”

In reality, she had only done the basic questions, and got one wrong, scoring a total of nine points.

The basic questions were far from the difficulty level of the competition, akin to the level of regular mock exams at key high schools, which were not difficult for Xiu Yan.

She had specifically postponed a month’s worth of engagements, and as a result, the other members of her group had to stop working as well.

‘Youth 101,’ a hundred-person selection show, ended with a group of nine.

The name of the group: Youth Era.

But recently, due to a severe plagiarism incident involving Luo Ziyue, who ranked ninth, and the smear campaign against the international movie star Xie Manyu, the reputation of Youth Era suffered greatly.

Youth Era had Luo Ziyue leave the group, and now there were only eight members.

Xiu Yan had known about the program planned by the General Television Station and came precisely to boost her own popularity.

She was a star, and also a top student.

People are always visual creatures, drawn to things that are appealing.

The only thing Xiu Yan hadn’t anticipated was Ying Zijin.

She finished her porridge and wiped her mouth: “I won’t go out with you guys tomorrow; I need to make a trip to the Hua Country Calligraphers Association.”

The girl, hearing this, envied her: “Yanyan, you’re so impressive. Not only are you good at studying and beautiful, but your calligraphy is also wonderful.”

Xiu Yan didn’t reply, just carried her plate and left.

**

The Hua Country Calligraphers Association was located just across the street from the old campus of Imperial Capital University.

On weekends, the Hua Country Calligraphers Association would specially display some calligraphy and paintings for visitors to admire.

Ying Zijin arrived at ten in the morning, following Sheng Qingtang to the current president of the association to collect her ID card.

Sheng Qingtang had appointed her to a director position, telling her she didn’t have to do any work.

When she had interest and time, she could come over and provide guidance to newcomers.

“Little Divine Doctor, I’ve finally lured you to our association,” Sheng Qingtang gloated, “This will infuriate that dog Berg and that old hag Zhuo Lanhan.”

Across the road, Xiu Yan, who was heading to the entrance, suddenly stopped in her tracks and sharply looked up.