There was a burst of toasting, which seemed a bit out of place on the round table, but the overall atmosphere was good. After all, this Mensa gathering took place among people with extremely high IQs in the world. Although identities, occupations, genders, and nationalities vary widely, the most resonant thing among everyone is the IQ that is basically at the same level.
"Mr. Ambassador, I want to know, is this how your Mensa selections have always been done?"
Chu Nian nestled in a small chair, holding a very small goblet in one hand, and asked hummingly.
"At least 20 years ago, it has been like this since I joined, two sets of papers, full marks can qualify"
"However, there is a big loophole in this operation."
"I know what you're worried about. I didn't explain clearly before. If the difficulty of the selection papers outside Mensa is set at 1, the difficulty of the second test paper after the full score will be 1.8, although this is only from our side. The level standard is based on data. Taking the peripheral test papers as an example, there are less than ten people in our statistics who can get full marks in the world. Considering the progress of society and science, the difficulty of the test papers It will also increase accordingly, but the standard of less than ten people will always be maintained.”
Ordinary Musi adjusted his glasses, lit a cigarette, and then explained: "The outside world uses Mensa's peripheral test papers as the standard for IQ measurement, but we don't think so. The logical analysis on the test paper is only for specific groups of people. In other words, people who are talented in this area can easily catch them. In the club, we all use the length of time as the criterion for judging results. For example, it took you and Z to get a perfect score in 15 minutes. Good enough to be ranked very high”
"Why do you still care about this? This club is nothing more than a fun place, come come C, let's have another one!"
Brad was a little impatient with what Mu Si ordinary people said, because since yesterday, his interest point has always been on Chu Nian.
"Hoo...sorry"
Zhang Zichen got up from the round table with a wine glass in his hand, and walked along the porch to the other side of the elevator. The atmosphere here is a bit stuffy, especially after drinking red wine, I feel overwhelmed by an inexplicable pressure. I don’t know why he came here by some strange circumstances in the first place, but ever since he joined this Mensa club, Zhang Zichen’s feeling has not been very good. It doesn’t matter whether it is an innate feeling or an illusion. Well, anyway, this mixed with anxiety makes people's thoughts extra viscous.
"Hey...Handsome guy, can't you just drink two sips and die? I'm going to laugh at you"
Zhang Zichen just walked to the window, and immediately wanted to open the tight curtains to see the scenery and get some fresh air, but the next second his movements were blocked by S's slightly teasing words.
“Just feeling a little bored”
Turning around and looking at S's dazzling face, Zhang Zichen felt that it took a little effort to blink his eyes.
"People from mainland China are like this, and they have never seen anything in the world." Seeing Zhang Zichen's slightly embarrassed appearance, Dai Chenzhu unconsciously sneered.
The originally lively round table was instantly silenced by Dai Chenzhu's words, but judging from his expression, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with these words.
"Naturally, after all, I'm just a punk in a second-tier city in China"
Zhang Zichen leaned against the window sill, glanced at Chu Nian who was about to explode, and immediately took back Dai Chenzhu's words, emphasizing the word "China" between the lines.
"Ah"
Dai Chenzhu still looked the same, with his shoulders slanted, and he looked at Zhang Zichen with a look on his face.
"Hey, handsome little gangster, how about playing two cards with sister?"
S took out a deck of playing cards from nowhere, greeted Zhang Zichen by the window with one hand, and started cutting the cards with the other hand.
"Come on C, let's talk about magic techniques again"
Brad dragged the chair and moved closer, using his familiar American way to get close to Chu Nian.
"Don't forget Mensa's purpose D, it's boring to let others emphasize it...Huh? S? S?!"
Ordinary Mudera wanted to say something more, but there was a crash, and S, who was skillful at cutting cards with one hand just now, dropped the cards in his hand all over the floor. . . Seeing this happen to S is basically the same as seeing the sun rise from the east.
"how?!..."
Suddenly everything in front of him became unreal, and the increasingly illusory space distorted his consciousness, and a violent and powerful feeling hit Zhang Zichen's mind directly. The long-lost feeling seemed to say: What should come, finally came. . .
Volume Three Mensa Secret Chamber Chapter Ten Gates Secret Chamber
"call..."
A spinning vortex, and I was drifting with the current on the edge of the vortex. The frightening thing was that not only did I not have the slightest fear, but I was filled with excitement.
But in this stinky and long dream, Zhang Zichen was so depressed that he couldn't breathe properly. He felt that a dirty hand was pinching his lungs, trying to squeeze out the little oxygen left in it.
It turned out to be like this, it turned out that this was just a dream.
Zhang Zichen tried hard to lift his eyelids, but found that it was futile, but even so, he felt much better in his heart, at least he finally got rid of the club that appeared out of nowhere.
"he woke up"
There was an ethereal sound, and even Zhang Zichen wasn't sure if he heard it for real.
Su Ling? Doesn't seem to be her voice, Ah Ju? When did the voice become so thin, could it be that Ah Liang came over, I haven't seen this guy for a long time.
A bursting headache wrinkled his eyelids several times. Zhang Zichen slowly opened his eyes, and the surrounding light finally became an image in his mind.
"Has your welcoming ceremony evolved to such a special level..."
A buzzing sound came slowly from Zhang Zichen's side, shattering his beautiful illusion just now.
That's right. . . I am still here, still at XM, and still at the Mensa Club. . . All this is not a dream, it is real!
Zhang Zichen's Danfeng eyes didn't show any emotion, he just stared at the round table blankly and empty-handedly, and he didn't slow down for a long time.
"This time the joke is indeed a bit too much, scopolamine? Or what type of alkaloid?" Brad rubbed his temples with his right hand, his tone obviously turned cold.
"Not sure, but everyone here, who is interested in this kind of trick?!"
I'm afraid that after receiving such treatment, his tone will not improve, Dai Chenzhu's face is cold, and his eyes are slantingly scanning everyone in front of him.
When consciousness finally returned, Zhang Zichen leaned on the window sill and tried to stand up from the ground, but the extremely sore muscles all over his body were very uncooperative, so he struggled for a while, and fell back to the original place heavily.
Stab!