Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

When Song Zui's voice fell on the table and fell into a long silence, Hou Quan recovered from his tongue-tied expression and asked a question in shock.

"Are you sure Mr. Yang's question will be wrong?"

This question is also on the minds of other people. Who is Yang Hongming?How could it be possible to make a mistake on a small proof question.

Song Zui took out a blank piece of paper from the bag with his right hand, bit off the cap of the pen in his left hand, and copied his own proof on the paper, with an understated expression.

"Mr. Yang's formula is derived from Newtonian mechanics, but the derivation process does not take into account that gas is a microscopic molecule, which is different from general proton dynamics, and will affect acceleration in the gravitational field..."

While he was talking, he wrote down the correct acceleration expression on the paper, and the people on the table looked at each other, wondering if Song Zui was right or not, because they didn't have the confidence to judge.

Song Zui was not surprised by everyone's reaction. He was also hesitant to sing against the topic in the competition field, but what he likes about physics is to find a definite theory in the chaos.

Right is right.

Wrong is wrong.

After eating, he went back to his room to rest, and sat on a chair to continue browsing adult men's clothing. However, the number one was the Chinese tunic suit for Father's Day, and the second was Dad's autumn casual clothing.

Seeing the word father, the young man pulled it down with a dark face, and the third was a middle-aged and elderly ice silk short-sleeve. He actually liked the material of the clothes, and it was icy and cool to wear in summer.

But Song Zui thought about it seriously, if it was A Ting who really gave this black face, he could lock the door and prevent him from entering.

He browsed for half an hour and didn't see any suitable ones. That's why he didn't like buying clothes. To waste precious study time, he might as well wear one with his eyes closed.

Just as he was about to put down his phone for a lunch break, the software suddenly pushed him a loose knitted sweater. Most of the sweater was white, and the cuffs were sky blue.

He had a big cat in a sweater in his mind, and without thinking, he added the dress to his cart, the only thing in his cart.

On the second day, Song Zui went on to participate in the experimental part of the semi-finals. In order to provide the experimental equipment fairly and uniformly, the organizer required to complete five experiments independently.

Compared with yesterday's academicization, the experiment link is closer to life. The first topic is to use a smartphone to participate in the design of a classic physics experiment or a new experiment.

Song Zui frowned looking at the first question. Although this question was quite simple, he didn't want to use the mobile phone that A Ting gave him to participate in the experiment.

However, Yan Da was rich and powerful, and gave each player an old cell phone, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He used mobile phone, laser pointer, single slit and lens to design the experiment of single slit Fraunhofer diffraction light intensity distribution law.

The results of the competition will be announced at the closing ceremony in the evening. While the contestants are seriously doing experiments, the teachers are correcting yesterday's written test.

A teacher looked at Song Zui's test paper and frowned. The last question was completely incomprehensible, and it didn't have anything to do with the standard answer. Without thinking about it, he maintained a judgment of zero.

The time for the competition passed without knowing it. Song Zui successfully completed the five experiments and walked towards the judges' seat holding the experiment report.

There were five judges sitting in the seats. After saying hello to all the teachers politely, he generously explained his thoughts.

Suddenly an old man interrupted his explanation of the last experiment: "The device guarantees airtightness, but how can you open this device within ten seconds to record data accurately?"

The other judges stopped their hands to give full marks. After all, the experiment is not a theoretical problem on paper. The operability of the experiment is the fundamental basis for judging whether the design is good or bad.

Song Zui lowered his head and looked at the lid of the tightly fastened cup. It was inconvenient to open because the diameter of the cup and the lid were the same, but it was not a problem for him, and he easily opened the lid in the next second.

The teachers in the seats were speechless. The young man looked thin and weak, but he was unexpectedly strong.

After Song Zui opened the lid of the cup, he still explained his thoughts: "The competition requires individuals to complete the experiment independently, so I designed the experiment based on my physical fitness."

"For others, the cup lid can be improved to a rotating lid, and a rubber ring can be added to the edge of the lid to strengthen the seal."

The old man in the jury looked at the calm young man with admiration, and Song Zui walked out of the arena after explaining his experiment.

His test number was at the bottom. When he walked out of the arena, most of his classmates had come out. Wu Zhen was the first to ask, "How did you do in the test?"

"good."

Wu Zhen thumped when he heard these two words. He generally said that it was okay but not very good. Then he heard the young man say modestly: "There should be no points deducted."

Wu Zhen: ……… There is a difference between man and god

Teacher Puwu worked hard to do the logistics work: "Don't think too much after the exam. I packed something from the hotel for you. Eat quickly. The closing ceremony will be in a while."

"Thank you, Mr. Li."

After the competition, several teenagers who were starving said in unison, you and I took the packed food one by one, and the students next to us cast envious eyes.

The closing ceremony officially began at [-]:[-] p.m., and the auditorium of Yanda University was full of students. No one paid attention to the leader's speech on the stage, and they were all whispering about when the results of the competition would be announced.

Song Zui looked down at the clothes on the screen. When the judges walked onto the stage, he put away his phone and looked up at the stage.

"I'm so nervous." Hou Quan gritted his teeth because of nervousness, and it sounded like he was gnashing his teeth.

"I'm sure there's no hope." Wu Zhen put his mind at ease, "Can't you learn more from Brother Song? Nobody even raises an eyebrow."

Song Zui turned his head when he heard Wu Zhen's words: "I'm also a little nervous." After all, if you don't win the prize, you won't have money to buy clothes.

"That's just me being calm."

Wu Zhen said something with emotion, and the judges began to announce the results of the competition for the senior group while several people were joking around.

The teacher of Puwu immediately straightened his neck, but he let out a sigh of disappointment after hearing that the special prize was awarded to Yanli's students.

I don't know if Yan University's feng shui is in conflict with Shanghai University. This year's students generally reacted poorly. He can only hope that the lower grades will win a special prize.

After the judges finished reading the awards for the senior group, they began to announce the results of the lower grade group: "The grand prize for the lower grade group is——"

As if to arouse the audience's curiosity, the judges paused before continuing to announce the results. Song Zui unconsciously held the phone.

"Li Xiang from Yan University scored 220 points, the second prize went to Zhu Mingyue from Shanghai University with 190 points, Cheng Feng from 180 points, the third prize went to You Shuhang from Yanli University with 180 points, and Ran Xia from Hang Da University [-] five points, Hou Quan of Shanghai University [-] four points."

Song Zui straightened his body when he said the words Shanghai University, but the last one was not his name, and his dark pupils became even darker, creating an unreasonable sense of distance.

Faced with this result, Hou Quan was very surprised: "How come there is my name?"

Wu Zhen comforted the silent Song Zui: "You will definitely win the prize next year. How long has it been since we started school? Next year will be the grand prize."

The other two people also joined in to help. When the scores of the non-winning contestants were announced, Teacher Puwu looked at Song Zui's score of 180 points and figured it out.

"The last big question is [-] points, you are still bold, if you do the last question, maybe it will be different."

He couldn't help feeling sorry for Song Zui. This year's questions were so difficult and weird. Many seeded contestants from Waterloo, including Hou Quan, were lucky enough to win the third prize. If Song Zui finished the test papers honestly, he might win the first prize.

He whispered his heartfelt words: "Don't expect a review. With Mr. Yang's status, even if he is wrong, no one would dare to say that he is wrong. If he is more cautious, your future academic career will not be easy. "

The boy raised his lowered head when he heard the word review, but he lowered his head again when he heard Teacher Puwu's next words.

He knew that he was right, but it's a pity that there are already selected clothes in the shopping cart, A Ting must look good in them.

The closing ceremony ended with a wave of applause, and the lights in the auditorium were dazzling. He walked outside the auditorium, pursed his lips and made a call.

"finish exam?"

A familiar voice came from the phone, and Song Zui held the phone a little jerky and said, "I'm sorry I didn't get the bonus."

He shouldn't have given such high expectations, but he couldn't bring back anything, only the silence of hopelessness.

He thought that the other party would be very disappointed, but the man just said softly: "You really let children buy clothes for me?"

"I'm average in physics, so I don't understand what you guys mean by reading books and doing experiments all day long, but you are No.1 in my heart."

Song Zui never thought that such gentle words would come from Ating's mouth. He is a proud big cat, and also a big cat who can only rub people's faces.

He sniffed, even though he said that, he really wanted to see A Ting in beautiful clothes, not A Ting who sold clothes to buy him a mobile phone.

Ah Ting should wear beautiful clothes.

Song Zui held the phone and made a decision: "I don't agree with the result of the competition, and I'm going to apply for a re-examination of the test paper. The re-examination may take a month, and I hope it can be completed soon."

"Will do."

The man's voice was lazy, Song Zui hung up the phone inexplicably relieved, turned around and walked towards the auditorium.

Teacher Puwu came out of the auditorium. Seeing the young man returning to the auditorium, he couldn't help asking: "What are you doing back?"

He thought that Song Zui had forgotten something, but the boy with Danfeng eyes firmly replied: "Apply for review."

Teacher Puwu felt that the words in the auditorium were useless, and he didn't know how to comfort the frustrated child: "No matter how much the review takes a month, it is unnecessary to waste time and effort."

The person in front of him just looked at him with those dark pupils, he thought that Song Zui was more mature than his peers and could distinguish between pros and cons.

But young people are always like this, they like to fight against the world with their own strength, only to find it useless after hitting their heads and blood.

Teacher Puwu sighed helplessly. His students had no choice but to leave him alone. He led Song Zui to the staff. As a teacher, he said, "My student wants to apply for a review."

The staff's request for re-examination is not surprising. There are indeed some cases of misapproval, but most of them are due to the fact that they did not do well in the exam.

It didn't turn out that not long after they came out, there was a stack of test papers for re-examination, and their workload was not small, so he said with a bad face: "Put it down and go."

Song Zui followed the teacher and left.

The staff put the boy's paper under the thick test paper, and at this moment a phone call came: "You can contact Mr. Yang to correct the test paper himself."

He was taken aback by this request. It was not easy for Yang Hongming to be the judge of the experiment, and he even asked the teacher to correct the test papers himself: "Did someone call?"

Without waiting for the other party to say anything, he dissatisfied: "If you call again, you have to follow the procedure. It is said that it will take one month for a review after one month. Otherwise, whoever calls will increase our workload?"

The organizer on the phone smiled wryly: "We can't refuse this person."