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The atmosphere in the physics competition hall was so tense that one could hear a pin drop. I sat shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Chi in our designated seats, waiting for this decisive battle to begin.
Last night's farcical confession felt like an invisible thorn lodged between us. I could sense the low pressure radiating from him, colder than usual. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to cast aside all distractions and focus on the upcoming contest. Success or failure hinged on this moment; I couldn't let those chaotic thoughts divert my attention.
The bell rang, signaling the start. The questions were challenging, more intricate than any set we had encountered in practice, especially the last few major problems that seemed to challenge the limits of human intellect.
However, Jiang Chi and I had long surpassed mere words in our collaboration. When we hit a bottleneck, a simple exchange of glances was enough to quickly divide tasks, approaching the problem from different angles. We rapidly calculated and deduced on our scratch paper before exchanging ideas to consolidate the best solution. His logical thinking was like a precision instrument, always hitting the core; while I excelled slightly in detail handling and calculation speed. We operated like two perfectly meshed gears, efficiently tackling one difficult question after another.
Time flew by amidst intense calculations and silent communication. Several times, we nearly simultaneously wrote down the same key step on our scratch paper, then shared a knowing glance. That moment of mutual understanding coursed through my body like electricity, making my heart race uncontrollably.
However, just as we were on the verge of conquering the final challenging problem, an unexpected setback occurred.
This question involved a rather obscure auxiliary theorem, and the part I was responsible for required a crucial transformation formula. I swore I had seen it just days ago during my review and had even marked it, but at this moment, my mind felt completely blank—like it had been wiped clean—I couldn't grasp even a shadow of that formula!
Cold sweat instantly soaked my back.
“Stuck?” Jiang Chi noticed my pause and asked in a low voice that only we could hear.
“One formula... I forgot it,” I replied, my voice tinged with barely perceptible tremors and anxiety. This question carried high marks; if I faltered here, all our previous efforts might be in vain!
“Don’t panic; think about related theorems,” he quickly suggested, his gaze calm as if unaffected by the situation.
I struggled to recall it, activating every brain cell I had, but the more anxious I became, the more chaotic my thoughts turned—my mind felt like a jumbled mess. Time ticked away second by second; even the sound of the invigilator pacing in the aisle felt like heavy hammers striking my heart.
Just then, Meng Yao, who had been quiet in her seat diagonally behind us, suddenly raised her hand. “Teacher, it seems like my classmate next to me has been whispering all along; it's affecting my ability to answer questions.” Her voice was not loud but resonated clearly in the silent exam hall with an unmistakable edge.
Two invigilators immediately approached us, their sharp gazes sweeping back and forth between us and Meng Yao. “What’s going on?” one of them asked sternly.
“Teacher, we weren’t talking; we were just…” I hurriedly tried to explain that we were merely discussing problem-solving strategies, which had been allowed during previous practice exams.
“The exam rules clearly state that any form of communication between candidates is prohibited!” another teacher interrupted me harshly. “No matter what you were discussing, it is not allowed!”
Meng Yao's lips curled into a barely noticeable smirk of satisfaction. She had succeeded.
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