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Several people from the Mathematical Modeling Club left the school together, and the time to reach the destination was about the same.

When Ji Ke got out of the car with Zhou Yang, other members of the community also got out of the car.

There is an exam tomorrow, and there is no point in reading books today, and it may cause anxiety, so everyone unanimously decided to relax tonight and never touch books.

It just so happened that it was still early, just seven o'clock, and they didn't even have dinner, so they discussed having a meal in a nearby place before going to the hotel.

A few people randomly chose a barbecue restaurant.

This is the first time that Ji Ke has eaten in a place other than the cafeteria since he came to this world. Looking at the barbecue shop in front of him, which is decorated like a high-end restaurant, he can't help but sigh with emotion. It turns out that rich people eat in this kind of place. Eat so clean.

There are not many people in the store, there are a few tables, but not completely full.

From the conversation, it can be heard that the people at those tables who looked similar to them were also here to participate in tomorrow's AMC competition.

Ji Ke sat down at a table, ordered food with a tablet, and listened to gossip from students from other schools.

"I think the schools participating this time are still those, such as Fenglin, Wellington, Wangfu, oh, and Victoria. They are these schools every year, and they are not friendly to us at all."

"I can't help it. Whoever makes AMC so high in gold content, all international schools must come to participate."

"I have already expected the results of this year. Fenglin will definitely be No. [-] in North China and advance to AIME. Then Wellington, Wangfu and Victoria occupy the top three in the regional competition, and the rest of our schools will win the participation award, which is no different from previous years."

"Fuck, when you say this, I think we are so pitiful. We run with each other every year, and we are so active. When I came here this morning, I saw that our school was the first one to arrive. People only finish their classes at night. Come."

"It's still the same sentence, there is no way, whoever makes AMC have a high gold content, even if it is a competition certificate, it will look good enough to be written in the resume."

"I think the main reason why we can't win the award is because we have a large number of people and the pressure of competition is high. If it were placed in the United States, our level would definitely be upgraded."

After several people finished ordering, Cheng Hao glanced at the people at the table who spoke just now, and said in a low voice, "I think they made a mistake."

"What?"

"I think our four schools should be promoted and awarded, but the order should be changed. We should be the first in Victoria North China to advance to AIME, and Fenglin, Wellington and Wangfu take the top three in the region."

Several people couldn't help laughing, and Dong Keyu next to him couldn't hold back even more, and punched Cheng Hao directly, "Why are you so confident! How many drinks have you had?"

"That's right, don't talk nonsense. If someone hears it, it will be embarrassing for Fenglin to advance."

"You are building up the ambition of others and destroying your own prestige." Cheng Hao said: "I tell you that I am really confident now. If it was before, I might not say that, but!"

"When I did more than 1000 questions day and night under the pressure of the president, I really felt that I was the best."

"Don't say that North China is the number one, I am the number one in the universe! No one can compare to me!"

"Hahahahaha God damn number one in the universe, why don't you go to heaven!"

Cheng Hao's exaggeration made everyone laugh.

But it’s all about laughing. When it comes to the moonlight and darkness, day and night, other people seem to have found a source of confidence.

"One thing to say, I think there is nothing wrong with Hao's son. When I think of our crazy question-writing month, I feel confident."

"That's right! Who the hell is like us? After a month, I've got acne! I just brush the questions every day. I never had acne before!"

"Hey, isn't this all thanks to our great president. Really Zhou Yang, I only knew you liked mathematics before, but I never knew you were so perverted. Can such a plan be made by a human?"

"Tucao is back to Tucao, I have to be the president of this wave. I think this targeted study plan is very useful. Really, after this month, my study of mathematics has made a qualitative leap. Next It will fly up in seconds."

Zhou Yang couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he heard the teammates around him laughing and scolding him, and the scolding was mixed with heartfelt thanks.

He looked at Ji Ke with some embarrassment.

At this time, Ji Ke was holding a soda in his hand, with a smile on his lips, chatting with the people around him from time to time, and seemed to be having a good chat, without any dissatisfaction about being robbed of credit.

Seeing this, Zhou Yang felt even more guilty and embarrassed.

He didn't make this plan. He didn't devote his energy to observe everyone's strengths and weaknesses, and he didn't want to rush to AIME. He was just responsible for reading a written study plan to everyone.

Whether it is gratitude or blame, the recipient of these emotions should be Ji Ke, not his.

Feeling the scorching gaze, Ji Ke turned his head and met Zhou Yang's eyes.

Zhou Yang smiled apologetically.

Ji Ke looked at him for two seconds, as if he understood the meaning in his eyes, then bent his lips and smiled, and waved his hands.

Afraid that Zhou Yang would take this matter to heart, Ji Ke raised the cup in his hand at him, and clinked the cup with Zhou Yang in the air.

Zhou Yang was taken aback for a moment, his hands reacted before his brain, and he also raised the glass full of soda and touched it in the air.

Then he realized that Ji Ke was telling him that he didn't care at all who made the study plan in the eyes of others.

Zhou Yang pursed his lips.

[The target Zhou Yang has a favorable opinion of 5, and the current favorable opinion is 54. 】

When Ji Ke heard the voice, he didn't react at all, and continued to talk to the people around him.

He is used to the inexplicable goodwill added in the middle of the night. Will he still care about this kind of well-founded goodwill?

of course not.

The barbecue was brought up quickly, and their enthusiasm for talking was taken away by the food.

Just at this time, there was a movement at the door, and another group of people pushed the door and came in for dinner.

They look about the same age as them, and they are probably here to take tomorrow's exam.

"Fuck! Fenglin's!"

They used to pay too much attention to the new people coming in at the door, anyway, they were all here to eat, so there was nothing to see.

But the exclamation from the next table made them pause and all turned their heads.

The one standing at the door looking for a place is a student of Fenglin International School.

Take the No. [-] in North China for four consecutive years to participate in AIME's Xueba team.

Their biggest rival in this competition.

Fenglin has a great reputation, and the students in their school have long been used to being stared at with surprise and envy, so even if the next table shouted loudly, they didn't respond at all, and they just did what they had to do. Didn't even give him a look.

Cheng Hao watched, couldn't help but smacked his lips, and said in a low voice, "Why are people in Fenglin so proud?"

"It's okay, the next table didn't go up to say hello, even if they recognized them and called out, it's normal for them to ignore them."

"Hey, don't say there is nothing wrong with their behavior. Even if they are really proud, they still have capital. How many famous students can Fenglin produce in a year? If I were from their school, I would have to walk sideways."

Cheng Hao snorted, "I just think they are proud, even if I am as awesome as them, I will definitely not look at people with my nostrils like them."

"How do you say that? How a person's character is depends not on how he treats people who are worse than him, but how he treats people who are inferior to him."

"They have bad character at first sight."

"All right, all right, you are the most virtuous." Dong Keyu stuffed a slice of toasted steamed bun into Cheng Hao's mouth, "Hurry up and eat."

After seeing enough of what their competitors looked like, they turned their heads and continued eating.

The main source of customers for this store are students, and now all the people sitting and eating at the tables are also students.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but it seems that after Fenglin's people came, the store suddenly became quieter.

Everyone no longer spoke loudly like before. Everyone deliberately lowered their voices, for fear that the content of their conversations would be heard by the school bully group, and then it would become a joke passed down from mouth to mouth.

When other people's voices were lowered, the voices of the people at the Fenglin International School table became louder.

"To be honest, I'm a little flustered now. Our total score in the last test was 6 points lower than last year. What if some dark horse emerges this time and we are inferior in comparison?"

"Probably not. These schools are still participating in the competition. Where are the dark horses? And Wellington, which was ranked behind us last time, has a total score 20 points lower than ours. It's all right, don't panic."

"Actually, I was also a little panicked, but I didn't panic because I was worried about the test scores. We couldn't get a score on the probability question before, and I was mainly worried about this."

"It's okay, the scoring rate of the comprehensive probability question has always been very low. One year, I remember that no one could solve that question. It should belong to the kind that everyone can't do."

"Yes, if you think about it this way, none of us can do it at this level, and those of them definitely won't. Don't worry."

There is nothing wrong with the content of the discussion of the Xueba group other than pretending to be aggressive, but the last sentence really caused people's physical discomfort.

After hearing the words, the people at the other tables began to glance at the people in Fenglin School vaguely.

But dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, they just glanced at it, and if they really want to say it back, they don't have the confidence.

After all, they were right.

Dong Keyu and the others thought it was Cheng Hao's hypocrisy at first, but after listening to their conversation, they also began to unite with the title.

"Hao'er, I take back what I said just now. They are really pretending to be aggressive. I was furious when I heard the sentence 'We won't and they certainly won't'."

"I hope our one-month devil training will be useful. I really want us to be the first in North China to beat them in the face. I'm so mad."

"Sure. Didn't you hear them say that they couldn't solve the comprehensive probability problem? We have specially trained for that problem, and there is no problem at all."

"That's right, I thought Fenglin was awesome, that's all."

While listening to them, Ji Ke turned his head and glanced at the people at Fenglin International School.

Turning his head again, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

At this juncture, the biggest problem faced by their team in the competition is no longer ability, but mentality.

The fact that Fenglin has been promoted to AIME for four consecutive years has become a knot in many people's minds. Even if they have enough strength, they will unconsciously be discouraged when they think that Fenglin is still among the competitors.

it's good now.

The words of Fenglin and those people seemed to arouse everyone's anger and arouse their fighting spirit. It is much better to go to the examination room in such a state than to go to the examination room with fear of Fenglin.

He also has to thank their competitors.