Chapter 132 Qin Duxiu, please sit down
With a math level of LV5, Qin Luo can solve this question with a glance!
He really has had enough!
What if everyone gets full marks for such a simple test question?Do you still want to do his mission?
Quiet, deathly quiet.
Everyone stretched their necks and looked at Qin Luo without blinking.
They rubbed their ears with their hands, as if ten thousand grass and mud horses had been plowed in their hearts.
Such a difficult question, do you still think it is easy?Classmate, are you a funny comparison invited by monkeys?
Professor Stanley, who was the invigilator, froze in place.
His pupils dilated suddenly, and he felt bad all over.
This question was posed by him. With his vast knowledge, he can guarantee that this question has covered all aspects of high school mathematics, from inequalities, to functions, to sequence...
If the difficulty of a question is defined as 9.999, then this question can get [-] points.
But it was such a question, but it seemed so simple in Qin Luo's mouth.
If he hadn't seen Qin Luo's test paper in the morning, he really wanted to ask: "Classmate? Are you crazy?"
"The exam begins!" Stanley said angrily with his old face turning dark.
The tip of the pen danced quickly on the test paper, and there was a "rustling~" sound in the classroom.
Everyone was thinking hard, they wanted to empty their heads.
Like everyone else, Qin Luo is also writing, and the answer is already vivid on the paper.
Look at the time, half an hour has just passed.
"Kats, Katz!" Qin Luo tore open the package, and ate the biscuits happily.
Although the sound of biscuits is not loud, it is so clearly audible in this silent classroom with only the sound of writing.
With a sound of "啪~", sitting in front of Qin Luo, the nib of the red-haired "non-mainstream" pen that was writing vigorously snapped off.
"Peng!" A blond boy on the right was "kissing" the desk with his forehead.
The little blond girl sitting on Qin Luo's left pressed her temples with her hands, her veins bulging.
"..."
With such a poor mental quality, you still come to participate in IMO?Qin Luo smiled disdainfully, and put the biscuit into his mouth again.
Time is relative, sometimes it is fast, sometimes it is slow.
In the torment, a group of top students finally ushered in the bell of the end of the exam.
"Dinglingling~" The short bell rang, marking the official end of the first competition day of IMO.
However, the second match day was scheduled one day later.
The time vacated in the middle is left for the contestants to check for omissions and make up for vacancies and adjust their status.
It is also left to the competition group to adjust the difficulty of the test questions according to the competition situation of the students.
Under the angry eyes of all the top students, Qin Luo packed up his "equipment" and walked out of the examination room.
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The marking work lasted from six o'clock in the afternoon to the early morning of the next day.
As the invigilator and the leader of the marking team, Stanley couldn't remember how many cups of coffee he had refilled.
Fortunately, this is Birmingham. If it were Starbucks, I'm afraid they would have already picked up the broom and chased people away.
At this moment, there are two test papers in front of him, one from China and the other from the native United States.
One is Qin Luo who met in the cake shop, and the other is the last IMO champion, Tesla.
Stanley hesitated for a long time, and finally wrote "12 points" on the two test papers.
But in Stanley's heart, he is more inclined to Qin Luo.