Chapter 149 Absolute Crush, Another Genius (Update 1)
A match that was organised on the spur of the moment ended with Jiang Fuyue's unilateral crushing victory.
The opening ceremony was held as usual, and there was no objection when Jiang Fuyue took the stage to speak.
After it was over, everyone filed out, their legs weak and their faces pale.
"You may not believe this, but my head is still buzzing."
“It felt like I was attending an academic lecture.”
"We both have nine years of compulsory education, so why is Jiang Fuyue showing off like this?"
“…”
To some extent, the fact that they were selected for the summer camp means that they are rare talents.
But geniuses are often arrogant.
One could even say he was conceited.
But now this group of proud and conceited geniuses actually gave in collectively?
"Jiang Fuyue is still so amazing..." Ren Xinghe sighed to himself.
The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to reach Ling Xuan's ears, but the latter remained unmoved.
"She's usually like this... um..." He couldn't seem to find the right words, and after a moment's hesitation, he spoke again, "So sharp?"
That’s right, Jiang Fuyue standing on the stage was like a sword drawn from its sheath, shining with a cold light, as if it would hurt someone in the next second.
Ling Xuan paused. "Ren Xinghe, you should have already heard all this clearly. Why are you bothering to ask me?"
Ren Xinghe smiled and said, "Maybe I'm trying to get closer to you?"
"That's not necessary."
"Why? We're all from Linhuai, wouldn't it be nice to have more friends?"
"We are not the same kind of people."
"Ling Xuan, if I remember correctly, you have always been the top student in the grade of No. 1 Middle School, right? A few months ago, Jiang Fuyue suddenly emerged and squeezed you out." Ren Xinghe hinted at something.
"So what?" Ling Xuan asked back in a flat tone.
“When a person is used to being in a high position, he cannot bear to see others running wild over his head.”
Ling Xuan smiled: "That's you, not me."
"It's all the same."
"Let me give you a word."
Ren Xinghe: “?”
“There is always someone better than you, and there is always someone stronger than you.”
If it’s not Jiang Fuyue, it will be someone else.
Ling Xuan had given up on that kind of middle school dream of thinking he was "at the top and no one could surpass him" a few years ago.
After meeting Jiang Fuyue, he didn't even want to think about it.
People, isn’t it better to live more realistically?
At this moment, a man and a woman passed by, and the sound of their conversation drifted over.
"I just want to know what's wrong with Jiang Fuyue's brain. The computer needs to be programmed first, but she didn't even make a draft and just gave the answer directly. Reiss!"
"This is called talent, it can't be envied..."
The two walked further and further away, and their conversation gradually became inaudible.
"Did you hear that?" Ling Xuan curled his lips, a hint of sympathy hidden in his words, "Talent is something you can't envy."
After saying that, he strode away without caring about Ren Xinghe's reaction.
…
After the opening ceremony, the training officially began.
There are 25 people in total, which is not too many and can be accommodated in a small classroom.
Three coaches take turns teaching them. In addition, there is a female teacher who is responsible for language training.
As mentioned before, there are four common languages for IPhO - English, French, German and Russian.
Taking into account everyone's existing language foundation and the need for adaptation in a short period of time, English was finally selected as the fixed language for intensive training.
Therefore, the test papers handed to each person no longer had a single Chinese character, but were filled with dense English.
At first, half of the people couldn't adapt.
Those who adapt well are almost all students from Beijing.
Of course, Jiang Fuyue and Ling Xuan are exceptions. Although both of them are from other provinces, one is extremely talented and the other has received elite education since childhood. How could they be stumped by a small language barrier?
However, Ren Xinghe was not so lucky...
He was extremely uncomfortable with the language change. When the questions he could do before were changed into English, he was completely clueless and knew nothing.
The teacher asked him how his English grades were usually.
He replied: Never below 140.
teacher:……
Of course, he was not the only one with the same problem. Almost all the people from other provinces were affected.
Yan Zhenfeng was very worried about this.
It takes time to improve English proficiency, but this group of students is special. It’s not that they have a poor foundation or poor grades, but they just don’t know how to apply it!
Specifically, when they are asked to take English tests, their scores are higher than one another, but when they are asked to do math problems in English, they immediately become discouraged.
In desperation, Yan Zhenfeng had to separate this group of people and conduct targeted high-intensity language training.
The rest will receive classroom training at a normal pace.
In this way, Ling Xuan and Jiang Fuyue stood out among the Beijing circle guys around them.
"Is it like two sheep entering a pack of wolves?" Ling Xuan said jokingly.
Jiang Fuyue didn't even look up, concentrating on the test paper, but she still found time to reply: "Why isn't it a weasel that got into the chicken coop?"
"Haha..." The young man laughed softly, his clear voice revealing a bit of magnetism.
The sunlight came in from the window and hit the side of his face, making the boy look even more elegant and gentle.
Unfortunately, Jiang Fuyue only had eyes for the question.
She was stuck on the last question, and after looking at it over and over again, she always felt that one condition was missing.
"Teacher—" she spoke directly and called the person over.
The coach in charge of mechanics, thermodynamics and molecular physics is Qin Libin.
The man had gained weight in middle age and had a big belly, but he was humorous and his lectures were lively. He was particularly interested in Jiang Fuyue.
So, when I heard her calling someone, I went over with a smile.
"Mr. Jiang, are you done again? I'll change the next one for you..."
In the past two days, Jiang Fuyue's godlike speed in answering questions and his ridiculously high accuracy rate have become the nightmare of all the Beijing circle students present.
By now, everyone was used to it and looked away calmly, but they clenched the pens in their hands even tighter, and the pressure increased exponentially.
They wanted to work faster and faster, but when they looked down, they were still stuck on the same small question. The complicated calculations and huge formulas were so frustrating.
However, this time, Jiang Fuyue was not going to hand in the paper.
She pointed to the last question of the last test and said in a positive tone, "The conditions are lacking here."
"ah?"
"A 300° oblique section with a mass of 4kg is connected to a solid cylinder with a mass of 8kg by a light rope... The object accelerates when it is released... If the rope is stressed, the cylinder and the body will accelerate at the same rate... Finally, calculate the torque."
Qin Libin listened and nodded: "Yes, is there any problem?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Lack of friction coefficient."
"What?" Qin Libin leaned in closer and carefully read the question again. "That's impossible! This is an original question from previous IPhOs. How could it be missing any conditions?"
But in fact it is missing.
Jiang Fuyue was very sure of this.
Someone in the front row turned around and said in a chilling tone, "Student Jiang, although you are very capable, you don't have to use the method of questioning the actual test questions to ruin your reputation. Be careful not to make a mistake."
Jiang Fuyue didn't even glance at him.
Qin Libin quickly discovered the problem and nodded, giving Jiang Fuyue full approval: "There is indeed a missing condition."
The person in the front row: “…” The slap in the face came too fast, like a tornado.
Ling Xuan: "Since it's a real exam question, there shouldn't be such a mistake."
This is also what Qin Libin can't understand.
Jiang Fuyue pondered for a moment: "Can you find the original question?"
“Isn’t that the original question?”
She shook her head. "If I remember correctly, this question was provided by Country D in 2033 and was selected as the first question in the theoretical section that year. The original text should have been in German."
And now they have the English version.
Qin Libin swallowed his saliva. His focus was not on this question, but on...
"You, remember it so clearly?"
Jiang Fuyue: "I have made a Chinese version."
"You know the year?"
“Usually, what I’ve done, I remember.”
This is called "making an impression"?!
He can even tell you which question it is right off the top of his head. Is that interesting?
Qin Libin was in a state of panic, but he didn't show it on his face. "How many original questions have you done?"
Jiang Fuyue: "I've done it all."
“!”
The eavesdropping classmate: "?!"
"Teacher, we are discussing this question now, not whether I have done it or not." She reminded.
Qin Libin resisted the urge to wipe the sweat off his face. Well, the teacher must not lose his composure, stay calm!
"Wait a moment, I'll find the original question!"
After saying this, he walked very quickly, and at first glance, he seemed to be running away.
About ten minutes later, Qin Libin came back.
Yan Zhenfeng also came with them.
"Is this the question?" He spread out the paper and pointed to one of them.
Jiang Fuyue glanced at it and gave a positive answer: "Yes, this is the original German version."
Yan Zhenfeng: "You just said the English version lacks the coefficient of friction?"
"Yeah." Jiang Fuyue has already started comparing the two versions.
"You may not know this, but all our test paper translations are done by AI, with the probability of error as low as 0.001 percent."
The implication is that if it's not in the English version, then it certainly won't be in the German version either.
As soon as the words fell, Jiang Fuyue pointed to a certain part of the German version and said in a leisurely tone:
"Found it."
Yan Zhenfeng: “?” As long as I have thick skin, my face won’t hurt.
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Jiang Fuyue: "People in Country D are very rigorous and have an almost obsessive pursuit of accuracy in drawings. One manifestation of this is that they label all the parameters. The coefficient of friction, which is not given in the question, is annotated on the diagram nearby, but it was omitted in the English translation."
Yan Zhenfeng's eyes twitched wildly.
In just two days, this was the nth time that Jiang Fuyue had publicly embarrassed him.
But he was just a jerk, and he liked to move forward, as if he was poisoned, just to see what tricks this little girl could come up with.
Yan Zhenfeng was worried. If things continued like this, how much of his reputation as the head coach would he be able to maintain?
etc……
He suddenly thought of something, glanced at Jiang Fuyue, then looked at the original question in her hand, and the next second, his voice almost broke -
"You speak German?!"
The girl nodded, seeming a little surprised by his intense reaction.
Yan Zhenfeng took a deep breath and tried his best to remain calm. When he met Jiang Fuyue's puzzled eyes, he suddenly felt choked.
Then, another even crazier guess occupied his mind -
"Don't tell me you can speak French and Russian too."
Jiang Fuyue smiled and replied in a gentle voice, "I know a little."
Yan Zhenfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was just “a little”.
"Can you answer the questions proficiently?" he asked casually.
Jiang Fuyue's eyes lit up: "Sure. I think French is faster than English, so, can I answer the questions in French later?"
In the pursuit of minimalism (laziness), she always spares no effort.
One minute faster means one minute earned, time is money.
Yan Zhenfeng: “?”
What the hell is this called "a little"?!
I suspect you are kidding me.
Jiang Fuyue looked expectant and asked again, "Is it okay?"
"No." Yan Zhenfeng had a serious face and an expressionless look.
She frowned. "Why?"
"..."Because we don't know French, auntie! Who will grade your work after you finish it?
Who can correct your work?
At this moment, a deep and slow voice came from the front left, "Teacher, I'm done, hand in the paper."
As he spoke, he stood up from his seat, and his 1.88-meter height instantly stood out from the crowd.
The young man was wearing a white T-shirt and had headphones hanging around his neck. He had an eye-catching and handsome appearance. At this moment, a gentle and indifferent expression was on his face, and he had a kind of calm and reserved look, as if he didn't care about staying or leaving.
He walked up to Qin Libin, handed him the test paper, and then nodded to Yan Zhenfeng beside him.
After doing all this, he turned around and left, walking straight out of the classroom.
The back is clean and the temperament is calm.
Qin Libin retracted his gaze and lowered his head to look at the last question. Jiang Fuyue then realized that there was a missing parameter condition. How did he finish it?
Yan Zhenfeng also looked over.
The next second, they were shocked again.
There was only one condition handwritten in the blank space next to the question - friction coefficient u=0.2.
He actually filled in the missing parameter conditions directly!
This shows that he not only read the original German version, but also wrote down the questions.
Yan and Qin looked at each other and saw the caution on each other's faces.
This class of students is truly full of hidden talents!
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow and glanced at the name column at the beginning of the test paper. She saw three words written on it with a black marker:
Lin Shumo.
Four thousand words per update.
Sister Yue: I’m just an ordinary little language genius.
The talented young man who is vaguely on par with Sister Yue has officially revealed his identity~
Just hearing this name sounds like a top student, right?
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