Shen Yiyun looked at Shi Yang, who was gradually entering demonization, but her face showed a look of great annoyance. She turned to Li Zheng and asked, "Do you know what the scoring rate was for this question last year?"
Upon hearing this, Li Zheng hurriedly held down his own qilin arm and said, "Well… if you follow the steps, you should be able to produce 1 gram, right?"
"You wish," Shen Yiyun glanced at Li Zheng, lowered her head, and the sharp gaze shot out from the angle between her glasses and her eyes, "Sixty percent of the students ended up with a final product of 0."
"???" Li Zheng felt a chill run down his spine, "And these are the people who made it to the final competition, so all 40 points are gone?"
"Yes, and by the way, I only scored 45 points on the experiment myself when I took it, and that was enough for a gold at the nationals." Shen Yiyun adjusted her glasses and, imitating her mentor's pretentious manner, explained coldly.