The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

The reporters’ eyes lit up,

"Has the professor never considered whether Mr. Abbott's model is correct?"

"When you saw what was said in the magazine, you accepted it all, right?"

"Can we do good scientific research with this kind of attitude?"

This fundamentally questions that Professor Xiang is not suitable to be a scientific researcher at all.

His body was shaking, almost collapsing to the ground.

He wants to say loudly that he has a scientific spirit and knows how to question.

But I can't say it.

It turns out he didn't.

It turns out...he can't.

The reporters all felt that their trip was worthwhile.

The historic scene in which a well-known professor of Yan University was beaten until he was helpless by a high school student was actually filmed by them.

The president of the Mathematical Olympiad Competition Organizing Committee looked at his once high-spirited junior student and sighed softly.

He looked at Gu Weimian and said, "Sorry, our entire organizing committee is responsible for this matter. We will review your test paper again."

Gu Weimian looked unmoved.

"Thank you then."

He has always been neither humble nor arrogant, neither sad nor happy.

There is nothing to be sad about, and nothing to be happy about.

For her, a national league championship does not bring her any joy or sorrow.

The president pursed his lips and looked embarrassed.

After today, the credibility of this competition will probably be greatly reduced.

When everyone thinks about this competition, they will only think that the Mathematical Olympiad competition sounds very powerful, but the people who organized the competition themselves are not good enough and it is very embarrassing.

He sighed.

But there is no way to save this situation.

Before today, he didn't believe that Gu Weimian could achieve such a level. After today... he might have to re-examine his own strength and training methods against underachievers.

The president was about to announce that today's award ceremony was temporarily over, but reporters surrounded him.

Gu Weimian didn't care. The reporters and fans didn't want to let the Olympic Games organizing committee go so easily.

"How long does it take to re-mark the test paper? An hour? A day? Or a week?"

These words were slapped hard on the faces of the president and all members of the organizing committee.

"The Mathematical Olympiad is the highest-level mathematics examination for young people in China. Isn't there even a teacher with the ability to mark test papers in the competition organizing committee?"

"Apart from Gu Weimian's test paper, is it possible that the teacher can't understand the students' answers to other candidates' test papers?"

Several questions came in quick succession.

The president could not say a word.

Upon seeing this, several members of the Olympiad Committee had looks of shame on their faces.

Several people came up,

"Let's approve it together, right here, and re-approval it all."

The president clenched his fists and finally let out a long sigh.

"good."

Correcting papers is quite boring in itself.

But the reporters took photos with great interest, and the fans were unwilling to leave.

Gu Weimian was tired.

She yawned and looked at these people marking her papers with tears in her eyes.

His lips pursed slightly.

The top of her head felt hot, and she was stunned for a moment, and Ning Quruo rubbed the top of her hair.

I don’t know when the man developed the habit of rubbing her hair.

"When you're tired, just lean on me and sleep for a while."

Gu Weimian was stunned. In her ears, she heard the hot breath that the man sprayed on her cheek when he spoke, forming a small cyclone with scorching temperature and slowly flowing into her cochlea.