Everyone gave Qin Luo a deep look, then turned and left.

Staying here is simply asking for a blow.

Cross the river and demolish the bridge? No, the bridge is being demolished even before the river is crossed!

Shaking his head, Qin Luo walked out of the examination room.

Outside the examination room, reporters who had already been waiting for the exam suddenly swarmed.

'What do you want to say, classmate? ' A reporter's microphone was aimed at a male student next to Qin Luo.

"The quality of the paper is very good, it is very comfortable to hold in the hand, there is no color difference, the printing is clear, and the thickness is uniform. The answer sheet is as expected, it feels great, the attitude of the invigilator is also very good, the classroom is spacious and bright, and the climate and temperature are suitable , the candidates are very satisfied, and they all said that they will definitely come again next year!"

Reporter: ... Another student who has been fooled in the exam.

"Hello, classmate, I'm a Sina literature reporter, can I ask you a question?"

"Students, I heard that the exam questions for this national final are proving Poincaré's conjecture. What do you think about it?" The reporters changed their targets one after another, so Qin Luo stopped him.

"I don't think so." Qin Luo shook his head.

No idea? Shouldn't it be hard to complain? Why doesn't this kid play cards according to the routine?

"Is it difficult?" the reporter asked.

"Is it difficult? I think it's okay." Qin Luo said seriously.

"Cough, cough, classmate, that's Poincaré's conjecture!"

"Yes, I know, fortunately he is not Goldbach's conjecture..." Qin Luo said with a happy expression on his face.

dumbfounded.

Completely dumbfounded.

Qin Luo's words confused him.

What does it mean when you have a happy face in the face of the Poincaré conjecture?

"Thank you, classmate." The reporter said to Qin Luo, turning around and pointing the microphone at another student. In his heart, he had already attributed Qin Luo to a character like a scumbag.

"Hello classmate..."

"It's hard, it's really hard, it's as hard as going to the sky..." As he spoke, he actually shed tears.

This is what a student should be like! The reporter was immediately excited.

He has even thought about the topic of the news: the most difficult national finals in history, and the geniuses are on par with zero.

Qin Luo: Is it so difficult?

——

Examination room.

Dozens of test papers have been neatly placed on the desk.

Due to the difficulty of Poincaré's conjecture, the three academicians Wang Xuecai, Song Baoguo, and Zhou Haizhong will jointly complete the scoring work this time.

"Let's start." Following Wang Xuecai's order, Song Baoguo and Zhou Haizhong picked up the test papers one after another.

The speed of grading is very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, there are only a handful of thick stacks of test papers.

The reason is very simple, most of the papers are blank, and they don't need to read them at all.

"These two papers are a bit interesting..." Suddenly, Wang Xuecai laughed loudly.

"Who? Qin Luo?"

"The High School Affiliated to Tsinghua University, Ou Yilin, the High School Affiliated to Central China Normal University, Sun Hua."

"O Yilin, I know that the rare genius of Chinese and European mixed blood is especially sensitive to mathematics. As for Sun Hua, he doesn't know much." Song Baoguo replied: "Why, they proved Poincaré's conjecture?"

"Prove that it's not possible, but we have all found the entry point." Wang Xuecai said while marking a score on the test paper: 13 points, 20 points!

Sun Hua 13, Ou Yilin 20.

After a few minutes, everyone put down the red pen in their hands and sat upright.

At this moment, there is only one test paper and forty or fifty pieces of scratch paper left on the desk.

Qin Luo!

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