After catching his breath, Rajesh Kumar began to recall the Senior High School Knowledge that he had just integrated into his memory.
The Expert level of Senior High School Knowledge enabled Rajesh Kumar to know all the senior high school courses like the back of his hand.
Rajesh Kumar had grasped all the knowledge points of every course.
Rajesh Kumar majored in Science, but after achieving a Master's level of Senior High School Knowledge skills, he also remembered everything related to the Humanities.
He even completely grasped liberal education subjects such as fine arts, music, calligraphy, sports, and technical education.
All the contents that needed to be memorized over the three years of senior high school seemed to have taken root in Rajesh Kumar's memory.
Rajesh Kumar was confident that he could easily answer any senior high school questions.
Through this Senior High School Knowledge skill, Rajesh Kumar finally understood the difference between the expert and master levels.
At the Expert level, he had memorized all the content and knowledge points. He could answer any question as long as there were similar ones in the textbooks.
As for the Master level, besides the Expert level abilities, the most important thing was the ability to truly digest and internalize the knowledge.
At the Master level, regardless of whether there were similar questions in the textbooks, he could answer a question as long as the content was not beyond the scope of the course.
Even if it was a question that was beyond the scope of the course, Rajesh Kumar could still quickly answer it if he could make inferences based on existing knowledge.
Rajesh Kumar only took a few seconds to sort out this harvest of knowledge.
Then, out of habit, he raised his hand and glanced at his watch.
Only then did he realize that there were only three minutes left until the end of the evening self-study session.
"What a huge loss... I've wasted a class." Rajesh Kumar's heart ached. 40 minutes. If he had listened attentively to the class, he could have obtained 400 experience value points.
With 400 experience value points, he could have upgraded his Student profession by at least one level.
"I can't waste time. I want to listen to the class properly. I want the experience value points." After Rajesh Kumar secretly said this, he looked at the podium with steely determination.
At this moment, mathematics cum technology teacher Shweta Devi was explaining an Olympiad question.
The entire blackboard was filled with the solution to this question.
Teacher Shweta Devi was giving her best on the podium, trying to explain the solution to her students in the simplest way possible.
However, other than a few good students, the others were all not following.
Rajesh Kumar's gaze fell on the question. Just by reading the question once, five different solutions came naturally to his mind.
In his mind, each solution had detailed steps.
The answer appeared in his mind after thinking for a split second.
Rajesh Kumar's eyes turned to the bottom of the blackboard.
The final answer was there.
It was the same as what he had obtained through mental arithmetic.
Rajesh Kumar's face was beaming.
Then, Rajesh Kumar looked at Teacher Shweta Devi's step-by-step solution.
Rajesh Kumar frowned because he realized that the solution that Teacher Shweta Devi used was the most complicated of the five methods he knew. It was the trickiest method that was most prone to errors.
He shook his head and whispered to himself, "Although the solution is based on common knowledge points and is not beyond the syllabus, the steps are too complicated and the thought process is too convoluted. It's too difficult. How can ordinary people understand it?"
Rajesh Kumar's soft words fell into Meena Sharma's ears. Her originally distressed face twitched, and a sneer appeared on her face.
She had been listening attentively to the solution and was still a little confused. There were many aspects of the solution that she couldn't grasp.
Rajesh Kumar had been sleeping soundly since class started.
How could he possibly have understood the solution to the question by just taking a glance after waking up?
How was this possible?
"Without the teacher's explanation, even if the standard solution was placed in front of you, you wouldn't understand it."
"Rajesh Kumar's grades have always been bad, yet he dared think he could understand the solution himself..." Meena Sharma shook her head lightly. After despising him in her heart, she shifted her focus back to the questions on the blackboard.
Through this question, Rajesh Kumar got an intuitive sense of the amount of knowledge he had currently grasped.
He estimated that even if he were to take the university entrance examination now, he would score at least 730 marks.
He wouldn't go so far as to think he would score full marks because there were more subjective topics like essay writing.
"...Alright, that's all for this class!" After the bell rang, Teacher Shweta Devi ended the class.
The quiet classroom started bustling instantly.
"Students, quieten down. There's something else I want to announce..." Teacher Shweta Devi, her big belly bulging out, said with a straight face. Her bright eyes swept across the classroom.
She had a very special ability to be serious and expressionless no matter what she was talking about.
This was especially so when she was cracking a joke. When others are bent over laughing, she would still keeps her poker face. No matter how high a threshold someone had for jokes, she could make him laugh his head off.
"This year's Junior Informatics Programming Competition has begun. Students who are especially good at programming come to me to sign up for it." Other than being a math teacher for Grade 12 Class 5, she was also a technical teacher, although she had never taught technical classes...
"You can come to me now, or tomorrow."
"The top 50 teams of this competition, within the national competition zone, will be granted direct admission to the Indian Institute of Technology (IIT)..."
When she said this, many students exclaimed in awe.
"There's such a route for admission to IIT." This was the first time many students had heard of this competition.
...
"If I had known about this competition, I would have spent all the time I used playing games to learn programming."
"Teacher, I want to participate in the competition! With my intelligence, I think I can learn programming now."
Amidst the commotion, Teacher Shweta Devi continued calmly, "Anyone can sign up."
"But our school has a limited number of slots."
"That's why we will organize selection tests for students who sign up."
"The tests are very difficult. The main content is programming in C language."
"If you're just an amateur, or if you are planning to learn at the last minute, don't waste my time."
Instantly, many students who were eager to try went silent.
This was because while they knew what programming was about, none of them had ever learned proper programming.
After Shweta Devi finished speaking, her gaze swept across everyone again. She asked, "Does anyone want to sign up?"
"Teacher, I want to sign up." Chetan Chauhan raised his hand. He was the person who had just said that he was smart and could learn programming in time for the competition.
...
"Chetan Chauhan, answer my question first.
What is a pointer?" Shweta Devi asked with a straight face.
"What on earth..." Chetan Chauhan was stunned. How would he know this?
"Sit down. You've been eliminated," Shweta Devi said seriously.
"Teacher Shweta, didn't you say that the selection tests are tomorrow?" Chetan Chauhan said indignantly.
"Yes, but you have to pass my selection first," Shweta Devi said seriously.
"Damn!" Chetan Chauhan was mad and said aggrievedly, "Teacher, you didn't say so earlier."
"Yes, I'm saying it now!" Shweta Devi was unmoved and replied seriously.
"Haha!" The students in the classroom were all amused by Shweta Devi's serious reply. They were all tickled.
"Does anyone else want to sign up?" Shweta Devi looked especially innocent as if she didn't know what her students were laughing about.
With Chetan Chauhan's encounter earlier, who else would raise their hands? The entire classroom was silent.
Rajesh Kumar didn't move at all. He had learned computing basics, operating system principles, and assembly language. As for C language, he hadn't started learning it yet. Even if he stood up now, he wouldn't be able to pass Teacher Shweta's test.
Meena Sharma had been observing Rajesh Kumar. Seeing that Rajesh Kumar hadn't stood up, she shook her head again.
"He had bragged earlier that he wanted to participate in the Junior Informatics Programming Competition. Now, he can't even sign up."
"Haha... Ridiculous."
A line of notification flashed on the translucent panel in front of Rajesh Kumar.
[You have listened to the class for 6 minutes. You have received 60 experience value points. You have 289 experience value points remaining in the Experience Pool.]
"Learning from his experience, skill proficiency upgrading shouldn't be done during lesson time." Rajesh Kumar's heart ached so badly. He quickly walked out after packing up.
In the past, Rajesh Kumar would usually wait for Meena Sharma to go home together.
But Meena Sharma had already left. If this had happened in his previous life, Rajesh Kumar would be very upset, but right now he was not affected at all.
"Rajesh Kumar, over here." Just as he stepped out of the school gates, a clear and pleasant voice rang out.
The person who called out to Rajesh Kumar was Priya Patel. She was also Rajesh Kumar's neighbour.
She was wearing a loose-fitting sweater that covered her petite body and a pair of black-framed glasses that covered half her face. A plain hat covered her hair and forehead.
Priya Patel looked plain and ordinary.
Hearing Priya Patel's voice, Rajesh Kumar paused, and the smile on his face suddenly became bright.
In his previous life, when he failed the university entrance examination and his parents met with a traffic accident, Priya Patel was the only classmate who came to pay respects to his parents. When he was handling his parents' funeral, Priya Patel stood by him and never deserted him.
After the university entrance examination, Priya Patel was admitted to the Indian Institute of Technology (IIT). During the holidays, she always came to hang out with Rajesh Kumar, encouraging him not to give up.
Priya Patel then went on to do very well in life. But even so, she would visit and chat with Rajesh Kumar whenever she could find time to do so.
Rajesh Kumar naturally knew Priya Patel's intentions. However, because he had been in such a sorry state in his previous life while Priya Patel was doing so well, he felt unworthy of her.
As such, he was deliberately hurtful toward her.
Priya Patel then left with a broken heart.
"Priya Patel." Rajesh Kumar suppressed his overwhelming emotions and walked over to Priya Patel.
"Eh, why isn't Meena Sharma with you?" At the mention of Meena Sharma, a hint of gloom flashed in Priya Patel's eyes. But in front of Rajesh Kumar, she could only suppress the bitterness in her heart and act as if everything is alright.
Usually, the three of them would go home together. Rain or shine, Rajesh Kumar would wait for Meena Sharma.
"Where is she?" Rajesh Kumar pointed to the opposite side. Meena Sharma was smiling and walking side by side with Rahul Verma.
Rahul Verma also noticed that Rajesh Kumar was looking over. He flashed Rajesh Kumar a victorious smile and deliberately walked closer to Meena Sharma, parading himself like a triumphant peacock.
"She seems to be in a relationship with Rahul Verma." Rajesh Kumar smiled casually and continued, "In the future, the two of us will go home together."
Priya Patel had wanted to say something, but when she heard Rajesh Kumar say "The two of us will go home together", a shy expression appeared on her face, and her heart started beating wildly.
"Yes." A mosquito-like voice came out of her mouth.
Rajesh Kumar looked at Priya Patel's shy appearance and cursed himself for being so blind in his previous life.
Priya Patel appeared plain now because she had deliberately dressed this way to cover herself up.
After graduating from university, she took off her black-framed glasses and exchanged her loose-fitting sweater for a white dress. With some light makeup, she looked like a fairy who had walked out of a painting.
She was beautiful and elegant.
"Let's chat while we walk." Rajesh Kumar and Priya Patel walked side by side. "I'm planning to sign up for the Junior Informatics Programming Competition."
"That's great. Our form teacher also talked about it in class today, but only Rahul Verma signed up." Priya Patel nodded. Her face was still flushed. When she said Rahul Verma's name, she even secretly glanced at Rajesh Kumar, worried that he might be irritated.
"The registration has to be done in a team. Each team can have a maximum of three members." Rajesh Kumar didn't pay attention to this detail. He continued to speak.
"One is in charge of mathematical modelling, one is in charge of programming, and the other is in charge of liaison."
"For now, there is only me in my team. Would you join me on my team?"
Priya Patel nodded without hesitation. "Sure!"
"Alright, then when I sign up tomorrow, I'll fill in your name as well." Rajesh Kumar's smile became wider. In his previous life, the Indian Institute of Technology (IIT) was Priya Patel's first choice. However, her results weren't good enough, as such she couldn't enrol in IIT.
Rajesh Kumar couldn't change Priya Patel's academic performance, but he could send Priya Patel to IIT, her dream school, via the Junior Informatics Programming Competition.
Along the way, Priya Patel chattered about the interesting things that happened in class. Rajesh Kumar had a gentle smile on his face as he kept nodding and saying a few words occasionally.
Soon, the two of them arrived downstairs.
"Rajesh Kumar, I realized that you've changed!" Priya Patel had always been worried that Rajesh Kumar would be angry, upset, and sad because Meena Sharma and Rahul Verma were together, and that he was faking the smile on his face.
Along the way, she carefully observed Rajesh Kumar's reaction. She realized that he was very calm, very confident, and genuinely happy.
He didn't look like he was faking it at all.
Instantly, she felt relieved.
"You've become more confident! Your eyes have become especially lively."
"Also, I feel that you have suddenly become very mature, like an uncle who has experienced endless vicissitudes," Priya Patel said half-jokingly.
Rajesh Kumar smiled. "I've matured, and I'm in better spirits now."
"That's why I have now realized that you are the best. In the past, I was blind to this. Now that I have cleared my mind, I will naturally cherish what I have."
Rajesh Kumar's words were like a bolt of lightning, making Priya Patel's mind go blank.
After being stunned for more than ten seconds, she came back to her senses.
Her face instantly turned red, and even her neck instantly turned pink.
Happiness, shyness, nervousness, and panic overwhelmed her at once, making her all flustered.
She panicked and ran back home, and couldn't even recall exactly how she responded to Rajesh Kumar.
Rajesh Kumar smiled as he watched Priya Patel return home before walking back home.
...
...
"Rajesh Kumar is back. Do you want bread or noodles?" Leela Devi, who was preparing food for him in the kitchen, asked with concern.
Rajesh Kumar got teary-eyed.
"Mom! Noodles, please. I like the noodles you make the most." Rajesh Kumar suppressed his voice, but he still choked and sounded nasal.
In his previous life, he was young and ignorant. He took his parents' concern for him for granted and even found them annoying sometimes.
After his parents were gone, he realized that only his parents would give him the type of unconditional love that he took for granted.
"My child, why are you crying?" Leela Devi brought out the noodles. When she saw Rajesh Kumar's red eyes, she immediately panicked.
"I just miss you guys too much!" Seeing his mother's familiar face and the heartache on her face, Rajesh Kumar could no longer hold it in and went forward to hug her.
"Were you bullied in school? Tell us." Leela Devi comforted him gently.
His father, Ravi Kumar, was originally sitting on the sofa with a stern expression. He had already received the teacher's notification of Rajesh Kumar's exam results.
He was prepared to have a "good talk" with Rajesh Kumar.
...
Seeing how Rajesh Kumar was now, he immediately panicked. "Rajesh Kumar, who bullied you? Tell Daddy, I will stand up for you."
Rajesh Kumar let go of Leela Devi and rushed forward to hug Ravi Kumar. "Daddy, no one bullied me. I just missed you guys."
If he counted the time in his previous life, he had already been separated from his parents for decades.
"This time, I promise I won't disappoint you again. I'll get into university."
"I will make the two of you proud." Rajesh Kumar said earnestly.
"Alright, we don't care if you make us proud. We just hope that you can become a capable person so that one day when we're no longer around, you can support yourself and live a peaceful and dignified life," Leela Devi said with a smile.
"Come, let's not talk about anything else. Let's eat the noodles first."
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