"In short, it's time for the two of us to learn Chinese B, are you ready, you were left behind by me for 20 minutes in Japanese last time (English)" S joked, propping his chin.
After all, there should be some secrets in this world. It is the same for everything. When you solve all doubts, it seems that it is not interesting. The strong man let out a sigh of relief, and forcibly pulled his mind away from the Baglas effect just now.
"It depends on the effect, okay? S, but this time, you will lose to me in any aspect (English)" The strong man stood up and threw a book in front of S, then flipped through it with provocative eyes.
"Okay, two friends, please forgive us for being presumptuous, but this is a long-standing rule of our Mensa club. In short, welcome to join the Mensa club first."
The middle-aged man's words finally returned to the topic. This is the first purpose of Zhang Zichen and Chu Nian here.
"Hmm... so we passed the exam? But your exam is really difficult to serve"
Chu Nian has always been worried about the small incident that happened when he took the selection exam, not because he has any opinions on the rules of the exam, but because he has a deep prejudice against the member of the Mensa club who invigilated the exam.
"Haha, of course I passed. You don't have to worry about that invigilator, because you won't see him again in the club."
"what do you mean..."
Chu Nian was a little puzzled as to what that meant. . . Looking at the simple and polite expression on the middle-aged man's face, he doesn't look like a joker either.
The gold-rimmed glasses sneered, and still sat obliquely on the chair, pointing at the round table and speaking to the two of them word by word.
"You think too much, because this is the real Mensa club"
Volume 3 Mensa's Chamber of Secrets: The Truth of the Seven Mensa
Zhang Zichen looked at the playing cards on the round table with narrowed red phoenix eyes, a feeling of strangeness mixed with inexplicable helplessness instantly filled his heart, as if the feeling of helplessness he had before came back again and again, almost overwhelming I couldn't catch my breath.
should not. . . It shouldn't be like this. . .
This kind of feeling should not exist anymore. I am not in SJZ now, and I have not been in contact with those weird whirlpools. There is no unsolved case here, but why. . . What about the feeling that once made me feel a little scared but roared uncontrollably
"What's going on..." Zhang Zichen said almost subconsciously while holding his forehead.
"Yeah, what's going on?"
In sharp contrast to Zhang Zichen, it was naturally Chu Nian's complete optimism.
"What are you referring to, the noisy party downstairs? Don't you think it's Mensa's party?"
The gold-rimmed glasses didn't even pass Zhang Zichen and Chu Nian their eyes. These two people are really ridiculous, but what are those noisy people downstairs? Big joke.
"Isn't it? I also thought it was kind of fun to have a numbers game with a black dude..."
Is this guy with eyes above the top sure he knows what he's talking about? That large-scale gathering is held once a year. Although it is impossible to convene all the members of the club member gathering organized by the official Mensa, it is also due to the limitation of the venue and time. How can it be said that it is not Mensa? 's party.
"Okay D, you two, let me give you an introduction."
The middle-aged man adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, still looking slow and polite.
"The Mensa club was established in the UK in 1946, and it has been nearly a hundred years now. This club aims to call on highly intelligent businessmen to join, and to gain mutual recognition, communication, and improvement. As for the level of IQ, it is determined by those who Mensa officials and authoritative organizations continue to research, develop, compile and compile high-difficulty test questions to judge. If you can complete the two papers A and B of the test questions and get full marks, then you can get the opportunity to join the Mensa Club accordingly.”
Although there are only a few words, the impact is like a blockbuster. Mensa Club. . . It is true that they are selected through the test questions, but it seems that on the basis of the passing score of 148 points, the best 2% is selected. Why is there such a thing as a full score, and there is even a saying that there is an AB paper. . .
"I know what you're thinking, but that's just the standard in the world. Clubs below that standard can't be called Mensa, oh...but it seems like the whole world is calling it that."
The middle-aged man waved his hand mockingly. If that level can also be called the Mensa Club, the two founding old gentlemen in the UK must jump out of the ground and curse the street.
"so..."
Chu Nian stared at the middle-aged man with wide eyes, like a child who hasn't heard enough stories before going to bed.
"It's just a rumour. The real Mensa club has only 27 members since its inception, but until now... there are only six of us."
As soon as the words fell, Chu Nian's wall-like body was ejected from the chair, and then landed heavily on the carpet beside the round table, shaking the ceiling lights.
"Damn it, can I brag about my IQ being off the charts?"
Hearing Chu Nian mention the word "IQ", the gold-rimmed glasses spread his hands, and then said funny.
"I don't know how people in the world connect test scores and IQ values, but that is indeed a sign of not being very smart. Humans always like to use what they have researched to give meaning to things that are so illusory that they cannot be added. You If you like it, you can call it IQ, if you don’t like it, it’s the same as calling it shit.”
Zhang Zichen has always been unfazed by this kind of words that try to subvert other people's outlook on life with just a few words;
"However, there are only twenty-seven people who got full marks."
"It's not surprising, after all, those messy questions are for the will of a certain person or group, so how high is their own IQ? Since all the test questions come from the human brain, why can't there be Other people come to break it all? Could such an obvious paradox easily deceive so many people, it seems that this is the problem here."
The gold-rimmed glasses stared at Zhang Zichen, and nodded his head with his hand.
"Since it exists, there is a reason for its existence. A small group like Mensa is doomed not to exist under the sun from the very beginning, so we need a Mensa that the world would like to see. Come... how to put it... .acting as a facade explanation”
The words of Zhang Zichen and Chu Nian were strangled just right by the middle-aged man. For people at the same level, sometimes the best communication is not language.
If you look at it according to the two people, all this is not incomprehensible. Sometimes it is true that things that exist in the world are one way on the surface, but another way behind the scenes. But as long as you operate stealthily and smoothly within your own rules and do no harm to the world, there will always be a place.
"Two friends, it doesn't matter. I didn't get used to it when I first joined, but...the test questions are only for a certain group of people. Some people find it difficult, but others find it easy. It doesn't mean how good we are. How smart it is, it just shows how well it brings together our type of people. But seriously, there are so few of us around.”
The strong man who hadn't spoken for a while suddenly raised his head and interjected, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Chu Nian's eyes, which were like copper bells, widened instantly.
"Damn it!"
S slammed the book in front of him on the table, clutching his forehead with remorse.
"Finally I don't need to work hard to translate"