The boy's face is not very good, his lips are a little pale, and he nodded and exclaimed: "Hand in, teacher, do I need to do other things next? The test paper... I haven't finished it."
"Examination paper? Do you want to continue? Son, your sister is still in their hands, your father is still in jail, and your mother is still waiting for you to go back. Are you sure you still want the examination paper?" Hong Xie smiled coldly, raised his hand and patted the student on the shoulder, "Smart kids will know how to choose, go and visit this university."
The probe was pointed at the teachers and students who were talking in the corner of the wall, and the faint voice continued to be heard. Xia Jinyuan wrote on the paper: sister kidnapping, father prison, mother waiting six characters.
I picked it up and looked at it quietly, then translated it into English and gave it to the international police, "Important clues."
"OK." The European policeman who took the paper threw off the paper stamp, took a look with a haughty expression on his face, and chuckled lightly, "I don't think we need these so-called important clues, okay buddy, You can go to the side and have a rest, leave it to us here."
The chuckle was full of ridicule, as if what he held in his hand was nothing more than a child's scribbled words, not clues.
When Xia Jinyuan heard the words, he also chuckled, with indifferent elegance and calm self-confidence, "OK, I hope your work will proceed smoothly." Turning back, he said to another comrade in casual clothes and a hard temperament, " With them staring here, we can go back to the break."
Naturally, it is necessary to take a good rest and recharge your energy.
The European policeman who was still mocking said to his colleagues: "God, I have never seen a soldier like them, who can't do anything, just like a child. It's really a headache."
"Okay buddy, let's just say a few words for God's sake, it's pitiful enough, we don't have to hit them." The tall, sturdy man took it, his brown eyes glanced away from his back,... God, They are so skinny!
When Xia Jinyuan, who was already at the door, opened the door, he casually looked back, Leng Rui in the gloomy black eyes seemed to be bloodied, and the blood-chewing hostility caused the other's heart to sink directly.
When the man looked again, all he saw was the elegant and elegant cool smile in Xia Jinyuan's handsome face.
Everything is like an illusion.
In the main classroom, ten minutes after the Vietnamese students left, a student also left the arena.
The Chinese students were still immersed in the solution, or frowned, or smiled confidently when solving the problem.
The Chinese team ranked high in every Orly Contest. Like all previous contestants, the students answered meticulously and had strong logical thinking.
Facing an interview with Australian TV Station, Director Li replied with a calm smile, "Regardless of whether the grades are good or bad, I have confidence in them. Every student loves mathematics, and every exam is an exploration, so the grades are good or bad. It's not important anymore."
"The important thing is that they love mathematics and love mathematics. If they are tested only for ranking, they lose the true meaning of exploring mathematics."
Friendship first, competition second... It's all about talking!
The Chinese students are all struggling to fight for their breath. Who wants to fall behind? Nobody wants it!
But it is undeniable that they all really love mathematics.
When the moment of inspiration appeared in the hard thinking and meditation, when the cloud and mist were seen to see the moon, I understood why Pythagoras was full of joy when he said that "all things are counted"!