Ren Xinghe: "Has she received IPhO training?"
Ling Xuan: "I don't know."
Ren Xinghe glanced forward again. From a distance, the numbers and symbols on the whiteboard were somewhat blurred, but he didn't feel that Jiang Fuyue was scribbling.
"She usually solves the questions so fast?" Ren Xinghe asked again.
Ling Xuan raised his eyelids: "You seem to pay special attention to her?"
This is the second time Ling Xuan said similar words, the first time was at the airport.
Ren Xinghe's expression was calm, without the slightest bit of guilty conscience being punctured.
He shrugged: "Excellent people always make people unable to look away."
"But that's not why you're fanning the flames for her."
In front of Huo Fanjin just now, without his verbal stimulation, the situation might not have developed into what it is now.
Ling Xuan: "Huo Fanjin fell for your aggressive method, but it doesn't mean that other people are fools."
From the moment Jiang Fuyue stood on the stage and looked at Ren Xinghe, Ling Xuan was almost sure that she saw through this little trick of this man.
But finally agreed.
It wasn't because Ren Xinghe deliberately guided her, but because she just needed an opportunity to stand up, so as to prevent some unnecessary troubles that might arise.
For example, the three girls who slept with her yesterday but were obviously hostile.
Another example is the boys from the Beijing circle who are grouped together and exclusive.
Ren Xinghe's smile suddenly faded.
Ling Xuan: "Don't try to measure the sharpness of a knife, because when you get the result, it is also the beginning of your dying and dying."
Ren Xinghe shuddered unexpectedly.
knife…
He looks up to the stage.
Yan Zhenfeng had two coaches push up a clean whiteboard, while the used one was pushed aside.
During this period, Jiang Fuyue was not idle, she was looking at the second question.
Compared with the first question, the stem information of this question is much more complicated, and there are six small questions.
It generally examines the generation of microwaves in microwave ovens and their application in heating.
The first sub-problem is to analyze the structure and working principle of the magnetron.
A special-shaped microwave oven magnetron consists of a solid copper cylindrical cathode (with a radius of a) and an anode (with a radius of b)... The three-dimensional structure of a single resonator is shown in Figure (1)...
The second sub-problem examines the amplitude and frequency of the resonator.
The third sub-problem is to calculate the numerical estimation of the maximum radius of the electronic trajectory at 0.4pt.
Fifth question...
Sixth question...
While Jiang Fuyue was reading the questions, she never stopped writing.
Where the eyes see, the answer comes out.
She herself is like a walking supercomputer.
Therefore, the draft area is still blank, and the calculator without programming function prepared for her has never come in handy.
At this time, no one in the audience said that she was writing indiscriminately.
No one even spoke.
The atmosphere of the scene fell into a strange stagnation, and the stagnation was suffocatingly dull.
Tang Zhenfeng had already given up his plan to solve the problem, because he was sure that his speed was not as fast as that of Jiang Fuyue.
But he was not idle either. He stared straight at the problem-solving ideas on the whiteboard. He first followed Jiang Fuyue's steps to complete the problem, then substituted the answer into the problem stem, and performed reverse calculations. Finally, he came up with a the result of…
He swallowed, and raised his hand to wipe off the unsatisfactory sweat on his forehead.
When he looked at Jiang Fuyue again, his eyes changed.
Like surprise, like shock, and finally with a trace of fear.
With this speed of thinking and calculation, Tang Zhenfeng suspected that she might be a mutant, or a robot in human skin.
The other coaches have long been stunned, and to be precise, they should be overwhelmed.
Their reading speed couldn't keep up with Jiang Fuyue's writing speed.
After reading and understanding this line, Jiang Fuyue has already written another seven or eight lines.
"Old Yan, did she...have done these questions in advance?"
"Mr. Xu just sorted it out last night. He hasn't had time to come up with the answer himself. What do you think?"
"Tsk tsk, the most indispensable thing in the summer camp is the genius child prodigy. Over the years, we have seen a lot and brought a lot, but this is the first one of this heaven-defying level!"
Not to mention other things, just say that there is no need for scratch paper, who the hell can do it? !
Under a topic as difficult as IPhO, behind a number is likely to be hundreds of calculations.
She didn't even use a calculator, and she got the answer directly without even typing the draft. It's just...
not human.
"How old is she? Which school? Who is the competition instructor?"
Yan Zhenfeng shook his head: "Go and look through the resume yourself."
"Hiss! Look - she has finished the second question!"
Yan Zhenfeng raised his head suddenly when he heard this, and looked at the timer in the next second.
For the six small questions, she only took... fourteen minutes!
However, Huo Fanjin's first question only started, and he didn't even figure out the answer to the first small question.
"It turns out that people are more likely to die than others..." he muttered nonchalantly.
But Jiang Fuyue turned around at this moment, reminded with a smile: "Mr. Yan, it's time to change the whiteboard again."
"... Oh, good!" He quickly directed the two coaches.
"Please prepare two yuan for me this time. Of course, three yuan is best."
Because, here comes the last question...