C position study, God chooses the way

When Tu Xiuling faced Ke Han again, cold sweat broke out immediately.

She can't feel the "cute love Ke Xiaohan" said by the audience outside the venue, she can only feel the frightening tension of dominance.

"From a normal population N(2.4, 5..."

Ke Han: "At least 25."

"As shown in the picture, let A, B, C..."

Ke Han: "Draw an auxiliary line to connect AD and EF, and make it vertical..."

……

For a total of 25 questions, Tu Xiuling didn't even get a single one.

She was dumbfounded.

Until the last question, the Xiaoling host smiled slightly, paused for a while, and said to everyone: "This is the last question."

Ke Han smiled and made a gesture to show courtesy.

"Please."

Tu Xiuling's mind went blank, but her instinct was still controlling her, preventing her from making a fool of herself.

Really scary.

Such a sentence flashed in her heart, but it was quickly covered by more complicated content.

For example: Was Shao Qingchen the one who asked her to test Ke Han when he knew what was going to happen?

The last question gradually emerged in the projection performance of the virtual characters of the Twelve Flower Gods.

Ke Han was stunned for a second when he saw the title.

Because that was the "wrong question" he had repeated countless times, which caused him to lose the PAYM reserve team spring training champion, and even fell to the last place in the reserve team.

It was also the turning point when he entered Anhe No. [-] Middle School and became an ordinary high school student, the first one that allowed him to break the mental stalemate of "eggshell" breaking the ice and start contacting the math competition again.

At that moment, Ke Han finally felt his own destiny in the dark, and an unfathomable sense of fate.

The host Xiaoling gave a "wow" when she saw this question, and she said, "I've seen this question before!"

She has indeed seen this question.

On the tablet of her little cousin, one day about a few months ago, her little cousin, who was inexplicably depressed, suddenly rushed out of the room where he was staying at her house because of an incident, holding the tablet , wearing pajamas, with a slightly crazy expression and red eyes-he said: We are the largest country in the East Eighth District, and our number of contestants has not died yet!

Tears fell instantly.

As the eldest cousin, Xiao Ling could only silently take a tissue from the coffee table in front of her and hand it to him.

In fact, she doesn't really understand what young people are thinking now.

However, if this sensible little cousin is crying, then she should try to coax her.

However, the little cousin burst into tears more and more.

At the end of the coaxing, he picked up the tablet, and while crying, he gave a lecture to Cousin Xiaoling. After the talk, he almost broke down in tears, and it took a long time to sob to calm down.

You must know that Xiao Ling was not good at mathematics since he was a child, and he could barely pass the entrance examination of Central Media Communication because of his "defying fate" in several other courses, as well as his excellent professional quality.

But even so, she still listened to her little cousin's lecture with a big head.

Inexplicably touched.

It's very strange, she is a "student" who has learned mathematics from the first grade of elementary school to high school for 12 years, and is bored when she sees math problems.

She actually felt that the proof of this question was too beautiful.

Maybe it's because of the patriotic filter bonus.

During that time, Xiao Ling thoroughly remembered such a topic, and also remembered Mr. K.

Young is so good.

Even if it's just to protect a little bit of honor that doesn't seem to be very important, those young people will be as desperate as moths to a flame.

Even an adult like her who has been in the ups and downs of society for a long time, occasionally quietly longs for such a dazzling light.

just perfect.

Tu Xiuling obviously knew this question too.

Not only did she know, but she also heard Teacher Cui explain this question in the extra training with Shao Qingchen.

Teacher Cui's speech was full of spit and spit, which was brilliant.

But she, Tu Xiuling, might not be born to study mathematics, and it took all her energy to barely maintain her monthly math score of [-].

"it is good."

The voice she agreed to Ke Han's "invitation" was so soft that she could almost only be heard by herself.

Kind of ashamed.

Because she actually couldn't understand the connotation of this topic at all, and could only rely on her good memory to forcibly restore its proof process.

Ke Han watched Tu Xiuling solve the problem, feeling extremely calm.

He really didn't have any fear anymore.

Maybe it's because he has obtained the "anchor of the soul"?

A lot of memories about mathematics revived in his mind, slowly and around the corner, no longer dark and lonely, replaced by warmer fragments.

Mu Heng fed Ke Han chicken soup for three or four months.

The taste is good and bad, but the only thing that is the same is the temperature of the chicken soup.

It finally warmed Ke Han's cold heart.

Even if it's just for Mu Heng, Ke Han felt that he should act more beautifully.

He doesn't want to be a scumbag who cuddles with others to keep warm, he wants to be a friend who can stand side by side with Mu Heng.

With Tu Xiuling's reproduction of the process of proving that question, Ke Han can fully see that it is the process he wrote on "I Love Learning" as Mr. Key.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

It seems that it is the first time I have seen this topic, and there is a certain enthusiasm in my eyes.

Chu Baiyue frowned watching what happened in the middle of the stage.

In this round, Tu Xiuling had already lost.

However, what she didn't understand was why Ke Han wanted to make a fuss.

Shao Qingchen, who was squatting at home and kneeling on the washboard watching TV, didn't understand either.

Ke Han's level is very high, and what he is good at is to skip the process and get the answer directly-plus the blue-green eyes-his identity has almost jumped out of the paper.

"How did he come back?" Shao Qingchen muttered to himself.

A roar came from the bathroom—"Chenchen! Bring me some paper!"

He was yelled at until his whole train of thought was disconnected.

After two seconds of dementia, Shao Qingchen, who was regarded as a "genius boy" in school, could only get up from the washboard pitifully, and ran to get paper for his mother.

Today, he used his life to prevent his mother from watching prime-time TV, and he got the right to watch "The Strongest Scholar" by kneeling on the washboard.

But so far, apart from knowing that Ke Han is very strong and may be a big boss, he is still confused about Ke Han's operation.

However, he soon knew.

Because the second after Tu Xiuling finished the re-engraving process, Ke Han took the writing pen and wrote down his answer on a projection paper held by the avatar of the Twelve Flower Gods.

That's a whole new answer.

There is more than one road to Rome.

In the same way, there is more than one way to prove this topic. This time, Ke Han gave a more optimized and simpler proof method than before.

His hands are very steady, with white knuckles, and a few faint blue blood vessels spread out in two or three veins on the back of the slender hands.

It made people feel peaceful for no reason.

#Prove the question hand#

[Although I think I should exaggerate that the proof written by the boss is extraordinary, but I still want to say one thing first-hands are as beautiful as the proof process. 】

By the time Ke Han finished writing, Tu Xiuling had managed to sort out her destroyed thoughts.

She said, "Sorry, and congratulations."

Ke Han smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."