I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but if you carefully compare the roster of candidates, you will find that the top ten students in the city in the preliminaries are all in the same examination room!
Including Jiang Fuyue and Ling Xuan.
Of course, there are also Feng Kaixuan who tied for the first place with a perfect score in the first test, and Huang Yanqiu who just squeezed into the top ten with a score of 192.
The contest between No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School kicked off silently in the examination room.
Feng Kaixuan sat in the first row and the first row. He couldn't see what was going on behind him, but the people behind him could see his back and the pen in his hand, and based on this they could deduce his state of doing the problem.
Huang Yanqiu is one of them.
She found that the pen in Feng Kaixuan's hand was not moving smoothly. Five minutes into the exam, she paused for a full twelve times.
Does this mean... that the topic is really difficult? She's not the only one who can't do anything
Zhang Ju once said that Feng Kaixuan is the most competitive-minded student she has ever taught, and he will definitely go a long way on this road.
Since even Feng Kai found it tricky, it seems understandable that she couldn't write.
Thinking of this, Huang Yanqiu's flustered heart gradually calmed down.
Just as she was staring at the first question, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a boy diagonally in front of her and began to turn the page.
This shows that he has finished the two major questions and is ready to start the third question!
The emotions that had calmed down began to surge rapidly again.
how so fast
He couldn't be faster than Feng Kaixuan! It doesn't make sense...
This person is not a student of No. 2 Middle School, is it No. 1 Middle School
The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his mind became. Coupled with the first question that he couldn't even understand the written information in front of him, Huang Yanqiu felt that he was about to collapse.
But this time it was not Zhang Ju who invigilated the exam, so no one was around to remind her.
Ling Xuan did the first and second questions very well, turned the page decisively, and started to tackle the third question.
After reading the question, he knew that the difficulty had reached a new level.
At this time, a slender hand was raised silently, and the invigilator walked over and lowered his voice, "Student, what's the matter?"
"carry out an assignment."
Ling Xuan's eyelids twitched, and he came.
Feng Kaixuan was sitting in front of Jiang Fuyue, his back froze suddenly upon hearing this.
And Huang Yanqiu's head buzzed, and she was immediately dumbfounded.
Five seconds later, the stunned invigilator finally came to his senses, "... there are two hours and thirty minutes until the end of the exam, are you sure you have to hand in the paper now?"
"I am sure."
"Okay, then... tidy up the test papers, answer sheets, and draft paper, and leave quietly."
Jiang Fuyue left, walking easily and gracefully, leaving the other candidates full of heaviness and apprehension.
In contrast, Ling Xuan was the least affected. After all, he has long been used to living under Jiang Fuyue's shadow.
The semi-finals are allowed to submit the papers in advance, and there is no waiting area. After the papers are handed in, special security personnel will take them away.
In this way, Jiang Fuyue was sent all the way outside the school gate.
At that time, Meng Zhijian was holding a disposable packing box and squatting in the corner drinking porridge.
Yu Wenzhou was with him, with his head down, talking loudly.
The two were having a good time eating, and suddenly saw Jiang Fuyue being "arrested" by two men in police uniforms.
One left and one right, she stands in the middle, what is it if it's not "betting"
Immediately, countless questions and guesses flashed through his mind, Meng Zhijian almost poured the porridge into his nostrils, and Yu Wenzhou forgot to bite off the powder that Yu Wenzhou put in his mouth, just hanging tremblingly.
Then, the two threw bowls and chopsticks at the same time and rushed up, but the two guards turned and left
Meng Zhijian: "What's the situation?"
Countless scenes of palace fights flashed across Yu Wenzhou's mind: "Have you been framed?"
The corner of Jiang Fuyue's mouth twitched: "I handed in the paper."
"Oh, so it's handing in... what did you say?! You, you, you hand in the paper?!"
"Any questions?"
"Of course there is a problem! It's a big problem!" Yu Wenzhou switched to runaway mode in a second, pointing at his watch, "How could you hand in the paper? How could you hand in the paper? It's been less than forty minutes since the exam started, and you, you, you, you actually handed in the paper ? Haha—the paper is handed in?!"
Meng Zhijian: "Poof...cough!" I'm sorry, he was laughed at those two "haha".
Jiang Fuyue tilted her head, and asked back: "I've finished everything, why can't I hand in the paper?"
After finishing speaking, regardless of their reactions, they sat down on the small bench next to them, "Is there any paper?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Meng Zhijian reached out and took out a pack of napkins from his pocket.
"?"
"Use it all."
Jiang Fuyue: "...I'm talking about the kind of paper that can be written on."
Meng Zhijian was taken aback: "What are you doing?"
"Do you want this exam question?"
Yu Wenzhou, who turned his back and was still angry when he heard it, turned back with a swish: "Yes, yes—"
Knock louder!
Then, as if by magic, he took out a roll of A4 paper from his pocket, opened it, and handed it over: "Hey... Look, I'm all set."
Meng Zhijian twitched: Virtue!
Jiang Fuyue reached out to take it, flattened it, and began to write vigorously.
Meng and Yu looked at each other, quickly surrounded them, and deliberately found a place not to block the light.
I saw that the girl wrote the pen simply, as if she didn't need to think about it at all.
Question 1 (35 points): As shown in the figure, a hemisphere with radius R and mass M is placed on a smooth horizontal table...
The second question (35 points): The area of plates 1 and 2 of a parallel plate capacitor is both S, and they are placed horizontally and fixedly...
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Question 8 (35 points): The heat radiation is incident on the reflection ground, and the reflection mirror can use the radiation pressure of the heat radiation to do work...
One piece of paper with one question, a total of eight sheets, Jiang Fuyue finished writing, folded it, stuffed it back to Yu Wenzhou, and then said seriously to Meng Zhijian: "Teacher, I'm hungry."
"... huh?" The topic changed a little quickly, and Lao Meng didn't react.
She put the pen cap back on and put the pen in her pocket: "I want to eat the powder that Teacher Yu ate just now."
"Oh! Good! You wait here for a while, I'll call you."
Ten minutes later, a bowl of hot mutton rice noodles was brought to Jiang Fuyue.
Meng Zhijian: "Let's eat."
"Thank you, teacher."
"Hey! You're welcome."
Yu Wenzhou held the test questions that he had just come up with, and stood beside him with a puzzled expression, as if he was besieged by many doubts.
Meng Zhijian thought there was something wrong with the title: "What's wrong? Is it difficult?"
"Yes, it's too difficult for me." He nodded seriously.
Meng Zhijian: "?"
Yu Wenzhou stared at the back of Jiang Fuyue's cheerful fans: "Why do you think she asked you to treat her to eat..."
"What's this? It's just a bowl of rice noodles." Meng Zhijian waved his hand generously.
But Yu Wenzhou didn't finish his sentence: "Why don't you let me invite you?"
Connected: Why did she ask you to invite her to eat instead of me
"..."
"Old Meng, do you think she has any objections to me because I criticized her for handing in the test early?"
"...?"
"No...why let me be the bad guy?" Yu Wenzhou jumped suddenly, "Okay—I know! You did it on purpose! You used tricks to frame Bengong! Come here, drag him out, and reward him with fame!"
The veins on Meng Zhijian's forehead twitched violently, and he gritted his teeth: "I beg you, can you watch less soap operas?! What the hell is going crazy!"
"Ouch—you still dare to pick me up?"
The two came and went, refusing to give in to each other. Suddenly, a female voice came in—
"Hey, Mr. Meng, Mr. Yu, what are you doing? Infighting?"
Zhang Ju smiled and walked towards the two of them. Suddenly, her eyes froze and fell on the A4 paper in Yu Wenzhou's hand...