C position study, God chooses the way

Confirming again and again that Mu Heng was cooking seriously in the kitchen, Ke Han picked up his phone and returned to his room.

After dinner, he still has to help Mu Heng arrange a place to sleep—he can't really sleep together every day, can he?

Really want to sleep together... Ke Han felt that sooner or later they would have to fight over something.

[The last step, do you want to confirm all? 】

confirm.

Ke Han estimated that Mu Heng would not be able to leave the kitchen for a while, so he connected his mobile phone to the Bluetooth of the digital tablet, and the two devices were successfully connected, which can effectively improve the input efficiency.

Headphones dare not wear.

He was afraid that he was too focused on solving problems, so Mu Heng came in wearing an apron and carrying a spatula, asked him to go downstairs to make soy sauce, and then found that he was "Leibniz who didn't understand functions".

Then through some associations, I reconnected myself with PAYM, and finally tracked down the truth.

When Ke Han thought of the flags he had set on Mu Heng, he felt a twinge of fear.

Hedgehog...

With the sound of the notification that the arena room was opened, Ke Han came back to his senses and looked at the text and pictures that slowly emerged on the phone.

[Arena Room: The Twilight of the Gods. 】

[Math league simulation, 50% simulation. 】

[Both parties: Lord of Thunder (LV.1) VS Leibniz Doesn’t Understand Functions (LV.5). 】

[Global live broadcast lines are stably synchronizing...]

[Successful synchronization. 】

Ke Han narrowed his eyes slightly, and he noticed the arena level of "Lord of Thunder".

【LV.1】

A level that is basically equivalent to an arena rookie.

The simulation degree of 50.00% in the live broadcast of the solo battle is the highest level that players can open under normal circumstances.

Because normal math league problems can never be solved by one person.

Only true teamwork can complete the math league questions. This is not only a matter of workload, but also a matter of actual scoring operations.

There is never just one answer in modern mathematics.

Even though the annual league mathematics is judged by some invited professors with global authority, in fact, there will be some slight misjudgment operations in each session, especially three years ago, it even happened that a certain referee professor submitted the players to The answer was misunderstood by a decimal point, and the result was overturned and sent back to give the contestant a second chance to revise.

The entire participating team did not refute because of the professor's call back. Instead, they silently buried themselves in the revision, resubmitted the revision, and recalculated the time, so that the final score was severely lowered, and they hated to advance to the competition.

The usual dungeons are actually only 30.00% of the simulation degree, and the usual duo of Ke Han and "I don't like to learn" generally can open up to 40.00% of the arena simulation degree at most. Try to ensure a certain degree of fun and avoid There are too few players and the wait is too long.

"Hiss... interesting."

Hearing Mu Heng's skillful cooking sound outside, Ke Han smiled. He didn't feel that the problem was difficult because of the improvement of the simulation level.

Compared with the question of the degree of simulation, he was more curious about who the person under the vest of the "Lord of Thunder" was.

Why is it driven to the highest simulation level?

……

Zero time zone, the center of Fog City New Mathematics Lovers Association.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed boy walked into the online training room wearing an ancient Greek Lu Yuexiong costume, holding a fragrant olive wreath in his hand, scratching his head as he walked in.

"Evan, what can you do for me?"

The president of the association looked at the boy who appeared in front of him with mixed emotions, the corners of his eyes twitched, and finally handed the computer board in his hand to the boy's eyes.

"If you want to ask about my No.20 eighth girlfriend, I hope you understand that I broke up with her last night."

Evan felt the veins on his forehead twitching.

He couldn't control the strength in his hand, and directly threw the computer board into the opponent's arms, suppressing his anger and said: "Philmont, take it seriously! There is a person here who may become your future formidable enemy." opponent!"

Barely holding on to the computer board that was thrown into his arms, Philmont glanced at Evan with some doubts, probably wondering why the other party was so angry—not because of his girlfriend—what was it?

The national team selection and training system of the Mathematics League in the Zero Time Zone Empire is different from the largest country in the East Eighth District and PAYM. It not only has a certain degree of PAYM star-making, but before star-making, it still strictly relies on ability to distinguish teams. Division of labor and tasks.

The specific operation and management operations are in charge of relevant professional students and professors of King's College, and certain county and city examinations are conducted from all over the country to select specific talents for training.

As a result, such a prodigal playboy was screened out, and Evan complained silently in his heart.

Philmont took a look at the computer board.

"Peak competition? What are you doing with this child's play house? I'm very busy, and my new girlfriend is still waiting for me outside. I promised to take her to have dinner by the Tower Bridge in Wudu tonight." , the restaurant is all covered. As a gentleman, I think we can't cause too much trouble for others."

He paused, smiled and said, "This is polite."

Evan: "..."

Counting on his fingers, Philmont started a new relationship less than 24 hours after his last relationship ended.

Oh, gentleman.

Oh, polite.

"Are you planning to dress like this for the appointment?"

Philmont smiled and blinked with a subtle look of "you don't understand": "This is the fun between lovers."

Evan: "Huh."

He often forgets that the other party is just a 16-year-old boy who has just completed his annual ceremony because the other party is too outrageous, and he can't wait to push the other party to the ground and beat him up.

"Besides, I won't participate in the league next year, so what's the use of showing me? I'm just an insignificant outsider." A hint of teasing flashed in Philmont's eyes.

Evan was sullen, and his old-fashioned clothes made him look even more old-fashioned, not like a 19-year-old young man who was barely graduating from college.

He said in a reprimanding tone: "I hope you understand that we canceled your entry list this time for your own good."

Philmont originally turned around.

As a result, after hearing Evan's words, a mocking smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly turned a few steps and rushed to Evan. He pressed down on the table next to Evan, completely trapping him.

Then, allowing Evan's pupils to constrict suddenly and make a defensive move, Fairmont waited for the other party to finish, and then said unhurriedly: "So, in order to defend myself, I have participated in three consecutive math sessions. The title of 'genius' in the league, do you have to detain me from the roster?"

He said, paused cruelly, and read word for word: "The youngest champion captain in the history of the league, huh?"

Evan's lips turned white, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute the other party's words.

……

Mu Heng, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard his cell phone ring.

Under normal circumstances, no one would call him, and it was this kind of ringtone—a ringtone specially set up to receive emergency messages.

He put down the spatula, covered the dishes in the pot and stewed them for a while.He walked to the table where the mobile phone was placed and opened it to take a look.

It was Chu Baiyue who was contacting him.

Why did she contact herself at this time?

Mu Heng glanced at the door of Ke Han's room, and then took advantage of the partition of the kitchen to answer the phone and asked, "Hello?"

Chu Baiyue didn't say much.

She threw the words "Go and watch the peak competition" straight away.

Then hung up the phone.

Why did she tell herself to watch "Peak Race" quickly?

Did something serious happen?

Mu Heng clicked on "Peak Competition".

First of all, "Shuimu Qingbei" is calm.

Secondly, the "I don't like to study" wind...

"Ok?"

Mu Heng picked up the spatula again while looking at the information on the phone.

"The Lord of Thunder?"

"From the East Eighth District?"

After a few paragraphs of messages that Chu Baiyue sent him with "Full Moon Qinghui", Mu Heng saw the screenshot sent to him by "Leibniz doesn't understand functions"—[If you are willing to lose Give me, I can give you [-] points as a reward. 】

"..."

After a short silence, Mu Heng stretched out the spatula calmly, lifted the lid of the pot, turned over the bubbling vegetables in the pot twice, and then sighed: "Are all the new players these days so brave? "

Lord of Thunder is a very new account.

Probably registered the day before yesterday, brushed a dungeon today to increase the level, and tomorrow will take out the new one to go to the arena for an appointment.

No wonder Chu Baiyue wanted to call him.

It turned out that "Leibniz didn't understand functions" used his exclusive room, and then looked like he was going to make a big deal.

"A fake match?"

Mu Heng thought for a while, and took the dishes out of the pot, and the aroma of the food immediately filled the room.

However, if the money is in place, it is not impossible.

He doesn't care if "Leibniz doesn't understand functions" or not, he won't play anyway.

If the opponent really made money by playing match-fixing matches, then Mu Heng should really re-examine the character of this "preparation teammate".

If it's because of lack of money... Well, lack of money, Mu Heng has nothing to do now, he is still living in Ke Han's house!

The poor little maid from a wealthy family who ran away from home because of mathematics—oh—Mu Heng touched his chin and raised his eyebrows slightly.

How does this sound so much like myself?

He smiled, put the dish on the table, and wiped his hands.

In the future, if there is nothing to do, it is better to read less extracurricular books that Wen Qingqing and the others read, so as not to be assimilated by thinking.

……

In a dilapidated old foreign-style house in Shencheng, a teenager was staring at the computer while scrolling through advertisements.

He was still wearing a half-new Shencheng No. [-] Middle School uniform, and his shirt was slightly yellowed from washing, but it was still neat and tidy.

"Ding! Enter hardware coins!"

"Ding! Eight gold coins in the account!"

Surrounded by the sound of this notification, the young man operated with two lines, and from time to time, he devoted a little attention to controlling the mobile phone placed next to him to swipe advertisements to earn gold coins.

His screen happened to be the operation interface of "Peak Race".

"Ah... I don't know if the other party will be moved by [-] points? If it was me, maybe even sold the underwear? Huh?"

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