Seeing the exam candidates all so excited, Sun Yihai didn’t say much more, his face remaining gloomy, "Alright, let’s get ready to start the exam now."
Staff responsible for the exam began arranging the various tools and dicinal ingredients needed for the test, and the candidates took this ti to rest a bit.
Sun Yurou noticed her phone vibrated once and picked it up to take a look; her complexion imdiately changed drastically.
Sitting beside her, Yun Wu sensed sothing was amiss, and quickly asked with concern, "Yu Rou, what’s wrong?"
Sun Yurou smiled at him, "It’s nothing, just a bit nervous."
Yang Yu smiled and patted Sun Yurou on the head, "Don’t be nervous, just perform casually. Actually, I don’t necessarily need to be the president of this association; I simply find the Sun Family’s old man annoying and just wanted to irritate him. You don’t need to feel too much pressure."
Sun Yurou’s eyes were red as she nodded, "Mhm, thank you, Master."
As the bell rang at the venue, the competition officially began.
In front of each candidate was a sample of poison, and they had to rely on their dical skill to identify it and create the antidote.
Because it was poison, the candidates were extrely serious, scrutinizing and slling carefully.
Of course, no one was foolish enough to taste it with their tongue.
There was no significant difference in the steps Sun Yurou took compared to the others; everything seed to be running smoothly.
After ten minutes passed, Sun Haitang was the first one to identify the poison and complete the antidote, pressing the finish button.
The others quickly followed suit, all except for Sun Yurou, who was dawdling, sweating profusely, drawing looks of scorn from everyone.
"As expected, just a bookworm who only knows theory."
"And besides, how could she have that much practical experience at her young age?"
After twenty minutes had elapsed, Sun Yurou finally managed to finish just in ti.
The allocated ti for the exam was twenty minutes. Due to the rapid onset of the poison, every second counted, and twenty minutes was actually quite generous.
Seeing Sun Yurou score last, Sun Yihai’s face revealed a mocking smile, "Now, let the examiners check if the candidates got the question right."
The examiners compared the poisons and antidotes on each desk one by one, confirming that each candidate had answered correctly.
Thus, the scores were led by the person who finished the quickest.
"Sun Haitang, one hundred points, You Wanda, ninety-nine points... Sun Yurou, sixty points." When the examiner announced everyone’s scores, the crowd burst into laughter.
The aning behind the laughter was clear to all.
With her head bowed, Sun Yurou sobbed softly, and Yang Yu still offered no reprimands, just comfort, "Yu Rou, like I said, it’s okay, you did your best..."
"Heh, good one, ’did your best’," Sun Haitang walked over, imnsely proud, "Just with her, a Sun Family’s side branch with diocre dical talent, thinking she can contend with for first place, it’s utterly presumptuous!"
"She thinks the Sun Family doesn’t want to teach her, so she sought another master. By selling her body, she learned so crooked dical skills and thinks she’s found treasure. Truly filthy and laughable..."
"You!" Yun Wu wanted to take action, but was stopped by Yang Yu, who held his shoulder, "Don’t fight, otherwise I’ll have to bail you out of jail, and that’s too much hassle."
Yun Wu then realized his unique identity, and the thought of getting caught by the police and causing trouble for Yang Yu made him break out in a cold sweat.
But he still couldn’t swallow his anger, feeling extrely anxious, "But Master..."
Yun Wu now also called Yang Yu "Master," as all the martial arts and witchcraft he practiced were explained and annotated by Yang Yu.
"It’s okay, the best response to others’ slander is to defeat them in their own proudest domain." Yang Yu spoke calmly, "I concede this round’s results, Sun Haitang is first, and Chairman Sun can have the presidency. I only have one condition: one more competition, a one-on-one, with a ti limit of three minutes."
Hearing Yang Yu suggest a re-exam, the crowd couldn’t help but scoff, "Heh, on what basis?"
"If every candidate is dissatisfied, won’t Young Master Sun be exhausted to death?"
"Since I’m proposing this condition, I won’t do so without offering sothing." Yang Yu said, "If my disciple loses again, I’m willing to provide one billion Xia Dollars to support the Xia dical Association without compensation."
"And if my disciple wins, I won’t ask to change the outco of this competition, I only need Sun Haitang to apologize to my disciple for everything he just said. Ask yourselves, are my terms too harsh?"
"One billion Xia Dollars in uncompensated support?"
"Really? That generous?"
"Who is this guy, throwing around a billion Xia Dollars like it’s nothing? He’s not writing a bad check, is he?"
The crowd expressed skepticism about the condition Yang Yu proposed; Yang Yu then chuckled at Chairman Sun, "Chairman Sun, whether I can afford a billion Xia Dollars, and whether my word counts for sothing, why don’t you tell everyone."
Sun Yihai’s expression darkened further, but ultimately he spoke, "Mr. Yang can afford the money, and he has never been known to break a promise."
"What?" Surprised expressions dawned on everyone’s faces as they looked at Yang Yu in astonishnt.
They had a sense of this young man’s dical skill, especially since he had been able to spot the key mistakes in a set of papers at a glance, making the others feel inadequate.
But, out of arrogance and prejudice, they didn’t believe a young person’s dical skill could surpass theirs, nor did they believe he could have more outstanding disciples. Moreover, because of their connection to Sun Yihai, they mocked and oppressed this master-apprentice duo.
Now that even Sun Yihai acknowledged Yang Yu’s character and wealth, it was clear the young man’s identity was indeed not simple!
The crowd hesitated for a long ti, then one person stood up, "Chairman Sun, since Mr. Yang is so unconvinced and is even willing to offer one billion Xia Dollars for the support of our association, I think it wouldn’t hurt to give Young Master Sun a chance to re-compete."
"Yeah, after all, the presidency is already Mr. Sun’s. For Young Master Sun to secure a one-billion assistance fund for the association is his duty."
"Young Master Sun can solve the problem in ten minutes, I believe he won’t lose."
Seeing the eager look in everyone’s eyes, Sun Yihai nodded, "I agree to another competition, but I want to ask Mr. Yang: if both contestants cannot finish the task within three minutes, who wins the competition?"
"As long as my disciple can’t finish the task within three minutes, the competition counts as Young Master Sun’s win." Yang Yu looked teasingly at Sun Yihai, "Chairman Sun, Young Master Sun, do you find my competition request excessive?"
"Excessive?" The crowd couldn’t help but roll their eyes; if this request was excessive, then there couldn’t be any demand simpler than this.
What kind of excessiveness is this? This is practically like fighting with one hand tied behind the back!
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