An impromptu contest ended with Jiang Fuyue's unilateral crushing.
The opening ceremony was held as usual, and there was no objection to Jiang Fuyue's speech on stage.
After the end, everyone filed out, but their legs were weak and their faces looked pale—
"You may not believe it, but my mind is still buzzing now."
"I feel like I have listened to an academic report."
"It's also a nine-year compulsory education, why can Jiang Fuyue show up like this?"
"..."
They can be selected for the summer camp, and to some extent, they are already rare talents.
And the genius is so arrogant.
You can even say conceited.
But right now, this group of proud and conceited geniuses have collectively confessed
"It's still Jiang Fuyue who is amazing..." Ren Xinghe sighed to himself.
The voice was not too loud and just reached Ling Xuan's ears, but the latter remained unmoved.
"She's always like this... um..." He seemed to be unable to find a suitable adjective, and he pondered for a moment before speaking again, "So sharp?"
That's right, Jiang Fuyue standing on the stage was like an unsheathed sword, with a cold light, as if it would hurt someone in the next second.
Ling Xuan paused: "Ren Xinghe, you should have inquired about these things clearly, why bother to ask me?"
Ren Xinghe smiled: "Maybe I am trying to get close to you?"
"It's not necessary."
"Why? Everyone is from Linhuai, isn't it good to have multiple friends?"
"We're not the same kind of people."
"Ling Xuan, if I remember correctly, you have always been number one in No. 1 Middle School, right? Jiang Fuyue suddenly appeared a few months ago and squeezed you out." Ren Xinghe pointed.
"So what?" Ling Xuan asked in a flat tone.
"When a person is used to standing on a high ground, he can't see others playing wild on his head."
Ling Xuan smiled: "That's you, not me."
"it's the same."
"Let me send you a word."
Ren Xinghe: "?"
"A mountain is still as high as a mountain, and the strong have their own strong hands."
If it wasn't Jiang Fuyue, there would be others.
Ling Xuan hadn't pursued the secondary school dream of "being at the pinnacle and no one surpassing him" a few years ago.
After meeting Jiang Fuyue, she didn't even want to think about it.
People, don't you want to live realistically
At this time, a man and a woman passed by, and the sound of conversation followed closely—
"I just want to know how Jiang Fuyue's brain grows. The computer has to be programmed first, but she doesn't even type the draft, and just comes up with the answer, Resby!"
"It's called talent, I can't envy you..."
The two walked farther and farther away, and the conversation gradually became inaudible.
"Did you hear that?" Ling Xuan pursed his lips, and there was still a bit of sympathy hidden in his words, "Talent is something you can't envy."
After finishing speaking, regardless of Ren Xinghe's reaction, he strode away.
…
After the opening ceremony, the training camp officially began.
There are 25 people in total, which is not too much, and can fit in a small classroom.
Three coaches take turns to teach them. In addition, there is also a female teacher who is responsible for language training.
As mentioned before, IPhO has four common languages - English, French, German and Russian.
Considering everyone's original language foundation and short-term adaptation, English was finally selected as the fixed language for intensive training.
Therefore, in the test papers distributed to everyone, there is no longer a single Chinese character, and it is densely packed in English.
At first, half the people couldn't adapt.
And those who adapt well are almost all students from the Beijing circle.
Of course, Jiang Fuyue and Ling Xuan are exceptions. Although these two are from other provinces, but one is extremely talented, and the other has received an elite education since childhood, how can they still be troubled by a small language barrier
However, Ren Xinghe was not so lucky...
He was extremely unaccustomed to the language change, and when the questions he would have done were changed to English, his eyes were darkened, and he didn't know anything.
The teacher asked him how his usual English scores were.
He replied: Never under 140.
teacher:…
Of course, he was not the only one who had the same problem, and almost all those from other provinces were recruited.
Yan Zhenfeng was very worried about this.
It is not possible to improve the level of English in a day or two, but this group of students is in a special situation. It is not because they have poor foundation or poor grades, but because they don’t know how to use it!
The specific manifestation is that if they are asked to do English test papers, their scores will be higher one by one, but if they are asked to do math problems in English, they will immediately wither.
In desperation, Yan Zhenfeng had no choice but to separate this group of people and carry out targeted high-intensity language training.
The rest will receive classroom training according to the normal schedule.
As a result, Ling Xuan and Jiang Fuyue stood out from the crowd of Beijing disciples around them.
"Does it look like two sheep got into a pack of wolves?" Ling Xuan joked.
Jiang Fuyue didn't raise her head, and concentrated on the test paper, but she still took the time to answer him: "Why didn't the weasel enter the chicken coop?"
"Haha..." The young man laughed in a low voice, his clear voice was somewhat magnetic.
The sunlight came in from the window and hit the side of his face, making the young man more handsome and gentle like jade.
It's a pity that Jiang Fuyue only has problems in his eyes.
She was stuck on the last little question, and it seemed that she was short of one condition.
"Teacher—" she spoke directly and called the person to her.
It is the coach in charge of mechanics, thermodynamics and molecular physics, named Qin Libin.
The man is middle-aged and fat, with a big belly, but he is humorous and gives lively lectures, so he pays special attention to Jiang Fuyue.
So, when she heard her call for someone, she passed away with a smile on her face.
"Student Jiang, are you done again? I'll change another one for you..."
In the past two days, Jiang Fuyue's god-like speed of solving questions and a hellishly high accuracy rate have become the nightmare of all the Beijing circle students here.
Now everyone has seen the strangeness, and calmly looked away, but the pens in their hands are clenched more and more, and the pressure is also multiplied.
They wished they could hurry up, and hurry up, but when they looked down, they were still stuck in the same small question, complicated calculations, huge formulas, making people bald.
But this time, Jiang Fuyue didn't want to hand in the paper.
She pointed to the last small question of the last question, and said in a positive tone, "The conditions here are poor."
"ah?"
"The oblique section of 300, the mass is 4kg, a light rope is connected to a solid cylinder, the mass is 8kg... Acceleration when the object is released... If the rope is under force, the cylinder and the body will have the same acceleration... Finally, it is required to calculate the moment."
Qin Libin nodded after listening, "Yes, is there any question?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Lack of coefficient of friction."
"What?" Qin Libin leaned closer and read the question carefully again, "I can't, this is the original IPhO question from previous years, how could there be no conditions?"
But in fact it is missing.
Jiang Fuyue was very sure of this.
Someone in the front row turned his head and said in a cold voice, "Student Jiang, although you are very good, you don't have to use the method of questioning the real questions to set yourself up as a fool, right? Be careful of overturning."
Jiang Fuyue didn't even give him a corner of the eye.
Qin Libin soon discovered the problem, nodded, and gave Jiang Fuyue full affirmation: "There is indeed one condition missing."
The person in the front row: "..." The slap in the face came too fast, like a tornado.
Ling Xuan: "Since it's a real question, it stands to reason that there shouldn't be such a mistake."
This is also what Qin Libin couldn't figure out.
Jiang Fuyue pondered for a moment: "Can you find the original question?"
"Isn't that the original question?"
She shook her head: "If I remember correctly, this question should be provided by country D in 2033 and finally selected as the first question of the theoretical part of that year. The original text should be in German."
And now they have the English version in their hands.
Qin Libin swallowed, his focus was not on this question, but on...
"You, remember so clearly?"
Jiang Fuyue: "I made the Chinese version."
"Do you know the year?"
"Usually I have an impression of everything I've done."
This is called "impression"? !
How can you even blurt out the first few questions, is it interesting
Qin Libin was turbulent in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, "How many times have you done the original question?"
Jiang Fuyue: "I've done it all."
"!"
The classmate who eavesdropped on melons: "?!"
"Teacher, we are discussing this question now, not whether I have done it or not." She reminded me.
Qin Libin resisted the movement of wanting to wipe his sweat, um, the teacher's airs can't collapse, hold on!
"Wait a minute, I'll look for the original question!"
After finishing speaking, he walked like flying, and at first glance, he seemed to be running away.
About ten minutes later, Qin Libin came back.
Yan Zhenfeng also came with him.
"Is this the question?" He spread the pages and pointed to one of them.
Jiang Fuyue glanced at it and gave an affirmative answer: "That's right, this is the original German version."
Yan Zhenfeng: "You just said that the English version lacks a coefficient of friction?"
"En." Jiang Fuyue has already started to compare the two editions.
"You may not know that all our test paper translations are completed by AI intelligence, and the probability of error is as small as 0.001 percent."
The implication is that if there is no English version, then there must be no German version.
As soon as the words fell, Jiang Fuyue pointed to somewhere in the German version, her tone was leisurely—
"found it."
Yan Zhenfeng: "?" As long as my skin is thick enough, my face won't hurt.
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Jiang Fuyue: "The people of country D are rigorous, and they have an almost perverted pursuit of the accuracy of the drawings. One of the manifestations is to label all the parameters. The coefficient of friction that is not given on the question stem is annotated on the diagram next to it, but it is translated into It was left out in English."
The corners of Yan Zhenfeng's eyes twitched wildly.
In just two days, this is the first time that Jiang Fuyue has been bullied by Jiang Fuyue in public.
But he is so cheap, he likes to move forward, like being poisoned, just want to see what kind of moths this little girl can make.
Yan Zhenfeng was worried, if this continues, how much face will he keep as the head coach
etc…
He suddenly thought of something, glanced at Jiang Fuyue, and then at the original question in her hand, the next second, the sound almost broke—
"You speak German?!"
The girl nodded, seeming a little surprised by his violent reaction.
Yan Zhenfeng took a deep breath and tried his best to keep calm. He suddenly choked when he saw Shangjiang Fuyue's puzzled eyes.
Then, another wilder guess occupied his mind—
"Don't tell me you know French and Russian too."
Jiang Fuyue smiled, and answered nicely: "I know a little bit."
Yan Zhenfeng breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay, just "a little".
"Can you answer the questions proficiently?" He asked casually.
Jiang Fuyue's eyes brightened: "Yes. I think French is faster than English, so, can I answer questions in French later?"
On the way of pursuing minimalism (laziness), she always spares no effort.
One minute faster, one minute earned, time is money.
Yan Zhenfeng: "?"
What the hell is it called "a little bit"? !
I suspect you are teasing me.
Jiang Fuyue looked expectantly, and asked again: "Is it okay?"
"No." Yan Zhenfeng had a serious face, expressionless.
She frowned: "Why?"
"..." Because we don't know French, grandma! What the hell did you do, who will correct you
Who can correct it for you
At this time, a deep voice came from the front left, "Teacher, I'm done, hand in the paper."
As he said that, he got up from his seat, and his height of 1.88 meters instantly stood out from the crowd.
The young man was wearing a white T-shirt, with earphones hanging around his neck. His appearance caught people's attention. At this moment, he had a warm and indifferent look on his face, with a kind of calmness and unintentional coldness.
He walked up to Qin Libin, handed over the test paper, and then nodded to Yan Zhenfeng who was beside him.
After finishing all this, he turned and left, and walked straight out of the classroom.
The back is clean and the temperament is indifferent.
Qin Libin withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to look at the last question. Only then did Jiang Fuyue realize that there was one missing parameter condition. Why did he finish it
Yan Zhenfeng also looked at it.
The next second, the two were shocked again.
I saw a blank space next to the title, handwritten to add a condition - friction coefficient u=0.2.
The missing parameter conditions were actually filled in by him directly!
This shows that he has not only read the original German version, but also memorized the titles.
Yan and Qin looked at each other, and they both saw the seriousness on each other's faces.
This year's students are really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows, glanced at the name column at the beginning of the test paper, and saw three words written on it with a black signature pen—
Lin Shumo.