The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

"How many points did he get?" Zhang Lanjin pressed.


Wang Jiale slowly looked up at the two: "Full score."


Despite being severely injured, Qing Chen managed to score a full 150 on the AMC10 through mental calculation alone!


Normally, the prestige of the AMC10 isn't very high, nor can it be a decisive factor for guaranteed admission or overseas applications, at most it's a bonus.


But a full score makes it a completely different story.


Full score and qualification are entirely different concepts!


Probably, admissions offices from top universities nationwide are already calling Mr. Qing Chen?


Even if they can't admit him on the spot, they would likely promise things in private like independent recruitment and extra points for the college entrance examination, at least they need to make themselves known to Qing Chen first.


Wang Jiale could score 127 because that was all he could score.


Qing Chen could score 150 because that was all that the test paper offered.


335, the ceiling of math competitions, Qing Chen_3