Chapter 58: IQ 150

  Professor Lang's weight is roughly equivalent to that of a lightweight cow, two blacks, three Japanese people, and four models.

  He had struggled hard with it, but all ended in failure. So under the circumstances where weight loss has basically become a normal state and every day is a new beginning, he can't help but be inactive.

  It can be said that Professor Lang is the best office worker, he just comes to the office, sits there, unless the fire burns his eyebrows or the water floods the two armies, otherwise he will not get up.

  The school considers its physical condition, but more importantly, its academic status. In terms of course arrangement and other aspects, it is exceptionally considerate. Occasionally, there are undergraduate teaching tasks, and the state of "not changing students, not changing classrooms" is maintained. As for graduate students, they naturally follow their hearts and go with the flow.

  When they arrived at Professor Lang's office, they heard a buzzing voice inside. Without needing to ask, Lu Fan said: "Today there is Professor Lang's class, and there are still 10 minutes before the end of the class. You can either wait outside or attend the class together."

  "Don't worry, don't worry." Luo Xiaoshan held his own basin, his face smiling like a ladle.

  Chen Yi smiled and patted him on the back, and the two of them walked into the office together.

  Inside, there were about six or seven students in class. Professor Lang sat on one side of the podium, nodded to them, and continued to lecture: "The Sanxingdui culture we often talk about..."

  Two people sat in the back, one scratching his ears and cheeks, the other watching him scratch his ears and cheeks.

  Lu Fan smiled and didn't go forward to listen, but simply introduced them: "The one on the far left is Hu Fang, who's in my grade, and after graduation, we'll still be reading Professor's doctoral thesis. Next to him is Fan Tong, a year younger than us, and next to him is Du Qiong..."

  He mentioned several names, Chen Yi had a general impression, but was very curious about the one called Fan Tong. How did his father manage to come up with such a representative name back then?

  Luo Xiaoshan still tightly hugged the box in his hand, Chen Yi patted him and said: "The names of Fan Tong and you have a similar artistic conception."

  Luo Xiaoshan glared at him and said, "If I'm taking advantage of the situation, that's one thing. Otherwise, you're going to be in trouble."

  His fists were as big as his head, and he had some intimidating power.

  Chen Yi let out a grunt, flexed his arm, and with a burst of strength, his biceps bulged up like a sponge that had seen a naked body.

  Suddenly, a soft "oh" came from the front, it was Li Xian, the only female student in the graduate class, who happened to turn her head and saw this scene.

  She was a fairly close and somewhat ordinary girl, Chen Yiyu smiled and smiled again with pride.

  Apart from professional athletes, there are really not many people who can make their biceps stand out two centimeters. Especially on Chen Yi's slender body, it looks even more striking.

  Li Xian was not shy at all, with a smile on her face, she stared curiously at Chen Yi.

  Just like in the School of Engineering, the girls' gaze is the boys' weathervane, and everyone turns their heads. Professor Lang took a look and clapped his hands: "Forget it, today's class is over. Chen Yi, come here. Did you work out during the holidays?"

  "It's time for some exercise." Chen Yi habitually took a step forward and almost bumped his head on the pendant lamp above.

  He now jumped up, the height of his head almost two meters five, really gave everyone a fright.

  No matter whether he spends all day playing games with his head down or studying carefully, who has ever seen him like this.

  Two students looked up at the top seriously, gestured with their hands for a long time, and finally didn't try. Using hands to touch high eaves is possible, but using heads to touch high is really impossible.

  Professor Lang sighed with envy, saying: "When I was young, my body was also very good. We students of archaeology must have a good physique, otherwise we can't keep up and won't achieve anything."

  The last sentence is for the students.

  Everyone burst out laughing, then nodded in agreement, but they all looked at Chen Yi's muscles with a strange gaze.

  During his time in the Kingdom of San Qiao, he was either as old as Timothy or as strong as a holy knight. Occasionally, he would meet with engineers who were always talking about projects, or rough and unrefined foreigners.

  Now encountering a group of normal students, the changes brought about by the holidays are immediately apparent.

  Lu Xiaoshan's mind was full of his own stories, and he squeezed in during the conversation, sweating profusely: "Professor, I got a purple sand pot recently, can you take a look?"

  "Zisha teapot? Good, let's take a look." Professor Lang remembered this young man who looked like himself, sipping tea and waiting slowly.

  Not only was Chen Yi curious, but the other students also stayed behind to watch, eager to see something rare. A professor's personal appraisal was not often seen.

  The purple sand pot is only slightly larger than a fist, with a dragon-shaped handle. The length from the spout to the handle is about twice its height. On it are lively and vivid patterns, which are a group of vigorous and robust running horses.

  Professor Lang is knowledgeable and experienced, he picked it up and asked while looking at it: "When was this bought?"

  "It was about half a month ago." Luo Xiaoshan couldn't hold it in anymore, and poured out like a bamboo tube dumping beans: "I heard the boss say that it's a Republic-era Yixing purple sand teapot made by Gu Jingzhou's apprentice. He spent almost 200,000 yuan on it. I looked it up online, and Gu Jinzhou is indeed a big shot. His purple sand teapots are really valuable..."

  Next to him was a student who suddenly interjected: "That disciple of Gu Jingzhou, why is he from the Republic era?"

  Luo Xiaoshan glared, defending his first leak: "Gu Jingzhou was a person from 1915, so it's normal for his apprentice to make a pot in the Republic of China. Isn't Chen Yi's bottle also a Republic-era repair?"

  He did his homework, but his reasoning is so absurd it's infuriating.

  That student, although a graduate student, was intimidated by him and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He lowered his voice and said, "His great apprentice was taken in after the founding of the country."

  Chen Yi lost his smile, no need to look at it anymore, it's definitely a fake.

  Other students who were unfamiliar with Yixing teapots collectively let out a hiss of disapproval.

  Professor Lang pretended to be serious and continued to look at it for a while before saying, "Although it's not a work by one of Gu Jingzhou's disciples, it's still an old masterpiece."

  Luo Xiaoshan's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but ask: "How much is it worth?"

  The professor recalled his temperament and thought for a moment before saying, "200,000 is definitely worth it."

  "Alas." Luo Xiaoshan sat on the chair in annoyance and said, "It seems that my university dream has been shattered."

  Professor Lang ignored him and placed his purple clay teapot on the table, asking: "The college entrance examination results will be released soon, how did you two do?"

  "No big deal." Luo Xiaoshan replied nonchalantly. He had actually used the headphones for four exams, which was a modest way of putting it.

  Chen Yi smiled and said truthfully: "The exam was pretty good."

  He is 90% sure that this time's exam will be even better than the mock test. A score of over 640, if not considered good, would be pretentious.

  Even for students who use high-tech means, limited by the complexity of transmission and the difficulty of cheating, they usually won't get very high scores.

  Professor Lang said with a hum, "Are you interested in doing a test?"

  "What's being tested again?" Chen Yi thought to himself.

  Professor Lang didn't answer. He took out a test paper from the drawer and handed it to him, saying: "Do it here, 30 questions in 20 minutes, you can finish ahead of time."

  Troubling others for several times, Chen Yi thought, since it's going to be done, then just do it.

  Spread out the scroll and take a look, it turned out to be an intelligence test again.

  What day is today?

  The other students also became more interested, and the girl asked first: "Professor, what's the topic?"

  "What do you want to do? You can also try." Professor Lang handed her another volume and asked, "What about the others? Whoever can get 23 questions right, I have a good job introduction."

  "I'll have one too." Everyone took one with great interest and started doing it.

  Chen Yi glanced at the questions roughly, which were more single-minded than those of Shengshi Jie's, but there were more of them. Professor Lang wasn't a dangerous person, and he said something good was going to happen, so it must be true. He thought this way, almost habitually wiping his knee with his hand, and tore open a 3rd-level intelligence scroll. Having used it for a long time, he had also gotten used to the existence of the scrolls.

  Only Lu Fan and Hu Fang didn't take the scroll. Luo Xiaoshan asked them curiously: "Don't you want to try?"

  "I've tried it once, and that's enough." Hu Fang replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he stood alongside Lu Fan, watching the crowd answer questions with a sly smile on his face.

  Chen Yicai took an IQ test and more or less showed some proficiency, quickly getting into the state.

  It turns out that intelligence tests are not as difficult as people imagine, and normal people can generally answer more than 30% of the questions correctly, just like in an exam. However, those who can complete 90% and those who can only complete 10% are equally rare. The goal is always to present a normal distribution overall.

  However, from another perspective, people who make up the top 2% in IQ tests are actually much fewer than 10% or 1% in reality. Because in today's fast-paced world, most humans have become screws in society, their intelligence forever confined to a narrow range, with no opportunity to shine - China's 800 million farmers, tens of millions of impoverished people, and the working class who struggle for the country and the nation all their lives, the vast majority of whom will never set foot on the world stage, they have never had the chance to become the denominator, let alone the numerator. Most of them do not even know what Mensa is.

  The percentage of IQ tests has always been an unfair percentage, like most things in this world, it is the percentage of the dominant world.

  In other words, on this blue planet dominated by the United States, those who cannot perform in North America do not have the opportunity to be counted among the real 1%.

  Because even the standards for IQ tests were set by white people.

  In the mountains and countryside, there are hidden dragons and sleeping tigers. Unfortunately, human life is not as long as that of a dragon. If one is in shallow water and does not strive to climb ashore, he can only die in the shallow water.

  The 20 minutes passed quickly.

  Everyone finished the test and looked very pleased with themselves. Since intelligence tests were first started by the British, later on, in order to evaluate the results of other ethnic groups, they tended to use pattern-based questions, only using language-based questions for English-speaking countries, and subsequently added languages from other ethnic groups were slightly simpler.

  As for pattern-based questions, due to the inherent structure of the human brain, everyone can use their intuition to explain their choices in a thousand and one ways, so after completing all the multiple-choice tests, each person feels good about themselves.

  "At least I can get more than half of the score." Fan Tong said first and handed the paper to the professor.

  Young people who are used to just passing with flying colors have an unusually high reverence for 80 points. 23 questions is only a 76% correct rate.

  Professor Lang smiled slightly and didn't take his paper, saying: "A score of 23 is considered high, a score of 13 or 14 is not bad, and a score of 10 is average."

  After finishing speaking, directly take out the answer and distribute it to everyone.

  Without even looking at the scores, Fan Tong's face fell. The questions he was confident in were all wrong. Some small pitfalls hidden in the questions really made people angry.

  He counted secretly and found that he had only got 13 questions right.

  Looking at the level assessment after the answer, question 13 is equivalent to an IQ of 122. It's not bad among ordinary people, but it can't be considered excellent.

  In fact, it's not just him, but everyone else's expression is not much better either.

  Finishing 12 questions with a high score is common, and it's not unusual for people to get only 8 or 9 correct.

  Needless to say, the originally arrogant graduate students would rather hold the exam papers in their hands to feel at ease.

  Professor Lang asked quickly: "Chen Yi, how many did you get right?"

  Everyone looked over with curiosity.

  But Chen Yi was seen with a face full of sweat, his two eyes almost swollen, and lazily said: "24 questions."

  Only by taking a closer look can one realize how difficult the professor's questions are. With his level of intelligence, he should originally be at a level slightly above average, and could probably complete around 13 questions, with a score no higher than 125 and no lower than 122. Even if you add on the three-tiered intelligent scroll, it would only bring him up to just under 143, and being able to complete 22 questions would be considered lucky.

  But in fact, the intelligence scroll he tore open this time only increased his intelligence by 11 points, which was barely enough even if he completed all 20 questions.

  Chen Yi is a person who does not want to admit defeat in his bones, especially when there are means of struggle.

  He didn't even use 1 minute, and after confirming that he couldn't complete it, he immediately tore open the level 4 intelligence scroll to cover up the level 3 scroll.

  An increase of up to 30 points in intelligence, causing his IQ level to instantly rise above 150, and it's not unusual even if he completes 25 or 26 questions.

  However, just 24 questions correct, has made a group of people's faces all fell down, especially looking at Chen Yi's eyes, that is a thousand kinds of strange.

  Fan Tong looked at him with an alien-like expression and said, "Question 6, a bunch of lines, can you count the triangles? How many are there in total?"

  "Thirteen thousand seven hundred and twenty-four." Chen Yi sighed and said, "I accidentally counted them out."

  He didn't tell a single lie, but nobody believed him anyway.

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