“Only this much? Amateur! So naive!” Eric Grant slapped his thigh, his tone growing more and more excited. “It’s about the cheering! Think about those flying colored balls, think about those cheerleaders rooting for you, and then think about those long legs under the miniskirts, screaming your name like crazy, their faces blushing like young girls…”

“Stop, just stop for a second!” William Carter pinched his brow, cutting off Eric Grant’s fantasy. “Does our class… even have any girls?”

Not to mention our own class.

Even Class Two across the hall doesn’t have any.

“……”

The dorm room fell into a deathly silence.

In a way, being able to kill a conversation in one sentence is a rare talent.

Eric Grant let out a long sigh, looked up at the ceiling, and said, “I… have nothing in common with you.”

William Carter sighed inwardly, thinking, “Right back at you.”

Chapter 12 Jealousy Makes Me Undergo Plasmolysis

Day by day, the Advanced Calculus II exam arrived as scheduled.

“Please turn off your phones, and place your student ID and national ID at the top left corner of your desk. I’ll emphasize the exam rules once more: if anyone is caught cheating, there will be zero tolerance, and you’ll be sent to the Academic Affairs Office. You’re all about to become sophomores, so don’t make a principled mistake at this critical moment. Every year, there are always one or two who think they can get away with it. I hope you all can follow the rules.”

An unfamiliar old professor stood on the podium, glanced down at the students, then nodded at the graduate student beside him. “Little Walker, you start from the right.”

“Okay.” The man called Little Walker nodded and began checking students’ IDs from the right.

The old professor put his thermos on the lectern and started checking from the left.

William Carter stretched lazily, turned off his phone, stuffed it into his backpack, and, like everyone else, placed his reference books and electronic devices on the first row of desks.

Finally, the day had come!

Once exam week was over, there would be plenty of time to do his own things.

Returning to his seat, William Carter showed his ID and student card to the graduate student, then sat there spacing out, waiting for the test papers to be handed out.

After all, this was a top 985 university, and Jin University’s exam discipline was quite strict.

Don’t be fooled by the old man’s reading glasses and kindly smile. If you dared to sneak a cheat sheet or glance at your phone, no matter how well you hid it, he’d spot you in an instant.

A few students who had prepared cheat sheets sat there pale and restless, wanting to cheat but too scared to make a move.

William Carter sighed inwardly, silently mourning for these unlucky kids, then immediately started writing furiously.

He’d heard that Old Tang wrote the exam, but regardless of who set the questions, the knowledge points tested in these finals never went beyond the syllabus. At least in William Carter’s view, the questions were easy.

The first section was fill-in-the-blank. The first question was to find the general solution to a differential equation—just follow the standard steps. The formula looked a bit complicated, but the principle was the same. In William Carter’s eyes, it was a freebie.

The second question was to find the equation of a line parallel to a given line through a point in space. Nothing much to say—another freebie.

The third question was differentiation, the fourth was a line integral—free points.

The fifth question was pretty interesting: given f(x) = …, and f(x) has a period of 3/2π, find the value of S(-5/2π), where S(x) is the Fourier sine series expansion of the function.

Emmm…

A bit tricky.

He tapped his pen lightly three times on the scratch paper, but William Carter still quickly worked out the answer.

This question looked a bit complicated, especially since it tested knowledge of Fourier sine series and also required integration of the equation, which wasn’t exactly simple. But once you figured out the method, the seemingly complex calculations weren’t that hard—just a matter of going with the flow.

At least, that was the case for William Carter, who had thoroughly mastered both textbooks.

Next, he looked at the multiple-choice questions—also freebies—so he quickly marked the answers.

Then came the big questions—time to get serious!

William Carter cracked his knuckles, finished warming up, and was about to get started. But when he saw the questions, he was stunned…

Not because they were too hard.

But because…

Emmmm…

Is this really all there is?

William Carter sneaked a glance to the side and saw the guy next to him gnawing on his pen cap, frowning in distress.

Looking further back, someone even more creative had folded a die out of scratch paper and was actually using it to decide answers by chance.

At that moment, a guy stood up, walked to the podium, handed in his paper, and swaggered out the door.

William Carter was filled with respect.

Great minds think alike!

So I’m not the only one who thinks this test is too easy!

Thinking this, William Carter didn’t hesitate any longer. He picked up his pen and quickly finished the questions on the test. Except for the last question, which took five minutes, he solved the rest in under two minutes each.

He picked up the test paper, checked to make sure he hadn’t missed anything, glanced at the scratch paper that wasn’t even a quarter filled, packed up his things, stood up, and went to hand in his paper.