"Why do you stand on the stage and speak on behalf of everyone?" A girl stood up in the first row of the auditorium.
Wearing a long red dress, with curly hair draped behind her back, her facial features are bright and her jaw is slightly lifted, she looks as proud as a peacock.
Jiang Fuyue heard the words and looked towards her.
The four eyes met, one was on stage, one was off stage, one was cold and indifferent, and the other was domineering.
It was as if invisible weapons collided in mid-air, clanging violently and sparks bursting.
boom-
The pot was fried immediately on the spot.
"Miss Huo has made a move. She is as simple and rude as ever."
"Although it's rough, it's effective. Didn't you see that the one on the stage couldn't stand it anymore?"
"Ah! If I were her, I would like to hide under the podium."
"Heh... what are you hiding from? I have Mr. Xu backing me, so I don't have to be afraid!"
"I'm surprised. How could an ordinary student from Linhuai fall into Mr. Xu's eyes? First, at the opening ceremony of the camp, he called the name in public, and questioned the leading teacher for her. I heard that even an old professor from the competition committee was held accountable."
"It's Zhao Tong's grandfather, right? Zhao Tong also left the camp, what happened in the middle?"
"I heard that Jiang Fuyue participated in both the Wujing Summer Camp and NOI Summer Camp at the same time. The Competition Committee missed the approval document from the Education Bureau and forced her to withdraw according to the current regulations. The vacated spot was filled by Zhao Tong. As a result, ..." The man spread his hands and shrugged, looking quite helpless.
"The competition committee didn't do it on purpose either. Wouldn't it be enough to restore Jiang Fuyue's eligibility for the competition? Pursuing responsibility is too much of a fuss."
"Oh, it was a trivial matter, and I don't know why it has become like this. I heard that Zhao Tong's grandfather has been imprisoned and may be sentenced!"
"Hiss... can't you? This is going to be sentenced?! As for?"
"I'm not too sure about the specific situation, anyway, it's definitely not going to be good."
"why?"
"Why else? Some people will not give up!"
"who?"
"Here, standing on the podium, the embodiment of light and greatness, the messenger of morality and justice."
"Hahaha... You are too damaged."
"..." chattered and chirped.
Su Qing sat on the seat and listened to all the bad comments about Jiang Fuyue around him.
Immediately he felt relieved: "Look, this is a special end, tsk tsk, attack in groups. This treatment is no sei."
Liu Ling: "Yesterday, you were crazy in front of us. When you meet Huo Fanjin, who is so hard-nosed, you can only pretend to be a quail?"
Chen Sichang snorted and said, "It deserves it! It was Huo Fanjin who was supposed to speak at the camp opening ceremony, but she, Jiang Fuyue, came out halfway and robbed her if she wanted to. Although Huo Fanjin may not be rare, being robbed is another matter." It's over."
Su Qing snorted and said, "With Miss Huo's temper, it's no wonder that she can bear this tone! Just wait and see, the best show is yet to come."
The three of them exchanged a look, and the smiles were meaningful.
On the stage, Jiang Fuyue stopped Xu Kaiqing from stepping forward to help after listening to the other party's questioning, and asked, "Then why do you think I can't stand on stage and speak?"
Huo Fanjin frowned: "The opening ceremony was postponed for two days, don't you have any responsibility at all?"
"What happened to me, everyone must have heard about it in the past two days. This classmate should also be an insider, but don't you think your so-called 'responsibility theory' is ridiculous?"
"Am I ridiculous? Heh, you should speak clearly today."
Jiang Fuyue: "As we all know, the postponement of the opening ceremony was due to my absence, and my absence was due to the negligence of the staff. In the final analysis, I did nothing wrong, did I?"
"And your so-called 'responsibility theory' is like a woman being molested on the bus, and you don't blame the pervert for being obscene, but blame the girl's skirt for being too short. Isn't that absurd?"
"You—" Huo Fanjin's eyes widened with anger.
sophistry!
Totally sophistry!
But she couldn't say a word of rebuttal.
Jiang Fuyue: "Take a step back, if I don't deserve to stand on the stage, then who deserves it? You? Or you can just order one, and I'll make room for him when I come up."
Be generous, neither humble nor overbearing.
At this time, Ling Xuan stood up suddenly, put his hands in his pockets, and his gentle gaze swept over everyone: "If the only one in the country who doesn't deserve a perfect score in the semi-finals, then what are the rest of you here? Trash?"
"Pfft—" Ren Xinghe couldn't help laughing, and took the conversation smoothly, "Then we can only be a group of braised chicken."
It's yellow, stuffy and trashy!
Huo Fanjin was annoyed by the two singing together: "It's just a rematch, what's a full score? This is the real battlefield. Heroes don't mention bravery back then, but a full score is worth talking about and showing off all the time?"
Ren Xinghe: "So you don't like full marks? But you didn't get full marks."
Hahaha…
Someone was snickering.
Huo Fanjin became angry with embarrassment, her beautiful eyes stared watery: "It is undeniable that there is more or less a luck factor in the perfect score."
The implication is that Jiang Fuyue got a full score in the exam, but I didn't get it, it doesn't mean that my strength is not as good as hers, it can only be said that she had better luck than me on the day of the exam.
Ren Xinghe smiled: "It seems that this classmate is not very convinced?"
Huo Fanjin: "I'm really not convinced."
"Then what should we do?" He spread his hands, seemingly helpless, but more like mocking.
Ling Xuan frowned, this Ren Xinghe...
Huo Fanjin was completely angry: "Why don't you compete on the spot? Whoever wins will be on stage."
Ren Xinghe was startled: "Don't tell me, I don't want to compare with you."
Huo Fanjin looked directly at the stage: "Jiang Fuyue, do you dare?"
One sentence, six characters, burning fire, burning anger, is both a challenge and a provocation.
Jiang Fuyue didn't make a statement, she half-closed her eyes and glanced in Ren Xinghe's direction.
Deep and deep.
Then, with a smile—
"Okay. How do you want to compare?"
"Just ask Mr. Xu to come up with questions on the spot according to the standards of the IPhO International Competition. The experimental part is inconvenient to operate, so just test the theory, how about it?"
Jiang Fuyue: "I have no objection."
The two looked at Xu Kaiqing together.
The latter's eyes lit up, and he looked even more excited than the person involved: "Competition! Compete now! I happen to have a problem in my USB flash drive."
In an instant, there was a more heated discussion in the classroom than before—
"Really?"
"Looking at this posture, Mr. Xu has participated in it, how can there be a fake?"
"Hey, who do you think will win?"
"I bet Huo Fanjin on a pack of spicy strips. Didn't you hear the IPhO international competition standard just now? Jiang Fuyue can get a full score in the domestic competition, but in the international competition, he will be a scumbag, the kind that will not be left in seconds."
"I also bet on Huo Fanjin, CPO and IPhO are completely different concepts, Jiang Fuyue is doomed!"
"How to say?"
"IPhO is not only in line with international standards in terms of difficulty, but also requires extremely high language skills. There are four working languages, English, French, German and Russian. Usually the questions are given in English, and candidates from various countries can only choose from four Choose one of the working languages as the answering language."
"Jiang Fuyue is a bumpkin from Linhuai, and he hasn't been trained in a summer camp, so he may not even be able to speak English fluently, let alone answering in a non-native language when faced with a large number of professional vocabulary?"
"As for Huo Fanjin, it's different. His family is rich and powerful, and he directly raised a team of IPhO teachers, who are responsible for training her in the international competition. From language, to rules, to common question types and knowledge structure framework, she has long been familiar with it. Heart. How does Jiang Fuyue compare with her?"
"Tsk tsk, Huo Fanjin came here prepared?"
"It's obvious that Jiang Fuyue is deceiving people too much. The perfect score is amazing? It's just a domestic competition. It's still a question of whether you can enter the national team through this summer camp selection. What's there to hold?"
"Wait for Miss Huo to perform a crushing face slap for us, otherwise you will think that we Beijing students are easy to bully!"
That's right, Huo Fanjin, Su Qing, Liu Ling, Chen Sichang, and Zhao Tong, who has already retired, are all from the Beijing area.
As a native of the imperial capital, they also have an enviable family background. They naturally form a group of their own. Even if the people inside are not familiar with each other, they can automatically gather together and hold each other tightly.
This is circle culture.
Compared with ordinary students who come from places like loose sand, they are like a magnificent and exquisite "sand tower".
Condescending, but also ruthless xenophobic.
And Jiang Fuyue was the first person that this group of Beijing students wanted to "warn", in layman's terms, it was the "chicken" that was killed in "Killing the Chicken" to warn the Monkey!
"She's doomed..."
A sigh, accompanied by a pleasant smile, so determined and calm, with a well-thought-out plan.
In that room, Yan Zhenfeng had already taken the USB flash drive that Xu Kaiqing gave him, inserted it into the host computer, and then clicked on the folder named "IPhO Practice 1".
There are two documents in it, one is "experimental" and the other is "theory".
Yan Zhenfeng clicked on "Theory", and soon, dense English appeared in front of everyone, almost occupying the entire projection cloth.
Yan Zhenfeng: "You can also try to do it below. There are pens and scratch paper in the drawer. Answers are strictly in accordance with IPhO standards, and you can use any language in English, French, German or Russian."
Jiang Fuyue and Huo Fanjin were already standing in front of the whiteboard, each holding a black marker.
Yan Zhenfeng: "A total of 3 questions, a total score of 30, and a time of 180 minutes."
Problem1 (first question): AsmallballwithmassM=0.2kgrestsonvertical...
The question stem information is not complicated, but the diagram given has a lot of hidden information, including several key parameters.
Jiang Fuyue spent two minutes reading the questions and looking at the pictures, then took off the cap of the marker pen and began to answer on the whiteboard—
She first drew a picture and named it Picture (2)
We will use notation shown in Fig2
ASnohorizontal... (Because there is no horizontal force acting on the system ball+bullet, this system pre-collision and post-collision... )
Mvo=mv+MV
So,
V=Vo-Mm
Fromconditions... (Conclusions can be drawn from established conditions...)
After the collision...
T=…
s=...
Jiang Fuyue wrote very quickly. The twenty-six English letters were drawn smoothly like a concerto from her pen. In order to speed up, there will be a lot of continuous strokes and some unintelligible abbreviations.
Most importantly, she didn't even need to draft!
At the bottom left of the whiteboard, there is a specially framed draft area, equipped with an electric wiper switch, until the entire whiteboard is filled with formulas and numbers, and I have never seen Jiang Fuyue use it once.
Everyone in the audience sighed in unison at the beginning of her writing.
It's a bit of a group ridicule—
"I suspect that she started writing before finishing the topic. I really don't know whether to praise her for being brave or lack of understanding?"
"I think it's stupid, overconfident."
"Tie Hanhan from the countryside is interesting!"
"I don't think she can write a single word. If you don't believe me, wait and see."
Thirty seconds later—
"Huh? She's actually answering the question in English, and the format... seems to be okay."
"Is the writing speed a little fast? Why does it feel like writing scribbles?"
"But those formulas don't look like nonsense..."
Another two minutes passed—
"Damn! She's going to finish writing on the whole whiteboard, is it true?"
"Huo Fanjin hasn't started yet, this... is too far away?"
"Doesn't she need to calculate?"
"IPhO is made like a house by her..."
"Why can't I understand any of those ghost symbols?"
There has been commotion in a small area.
"Wait a minute, let's see what the hell is going on with her?"
Unfortunately, Jiang Fuyue didn't give them a chance to "wait" because—
"I've finished answering the first question."
Yan Zhenfeng paused his pen tip, he was also working on this problem, looking at the formula that he had just begun, and then at Jiang Fuyue's densely packed whiteboard, he suddenly fell into great confusion——
I am the head teacher
She is a student
Are you sure it's not a joke
On the other side, Huo Fanjin, who didn't even take off the cap of his pen: "?"
At this time, Jiang Fuyue spoke again to Yan Zhenfeng: "Coach, I said I finished writing, please help me get a new whiteboard, I have to continue with the second question."
"...Huh? Oh!"
Change! Change now!
And the audience—
"Damn it! She said she finished writing?"
"Is it fake? I was dumbfounded when I didn't see Mr. Yan. I guess I haven't seen such a student who can pretend, even I almost believed it..."
"Is her IPhO 1+1=2? Funny!"