It was a waste of time.
Si Qingjiu felt unwell.
What is going on? Why is he so unlucky?
When Professor Lin started speaking, the others looked over curiously and were surprised to see that Professor Lin's face was full of excitement, which was very different from usual.
What did the other party write on the test paper? He is so excited.
They didn't care that they were taking an exam and started asking questions one after another.
"Professor Lin, what are you looking at?"
"What's perfect, Professor Lin?"
"Could it be that the final additional question has been solved?"
"Oh my god, really? I just looked at it, but it's a Mersenne prime number."
Professor Lin was in a very good mood at the moment. He didn't care about their behavior that was not suitable for an exam room. Instead, he smiled and nodded: "It is indeed the solution to the Mersenne prime. Which class are you in? Are you taking the postgraduate entrance examination? I will give you a direct doctorate."
Such good seedlings are rare.
Mersenne primes are a small conjecture in the mathematical system. Many outsiders don’t know about it, but strength is strength.
We cannot underestimate this conjecture just because it is not as difficult as the seven major problems.
Others were also shocked and looked at Si Qingjiu with admiration.
"Classmate, you are awesome."
"I have been studying Mersenne primes, but unfortunately, I still have no clue."
"It's only been a short time, and you've already figured it out. You're a genius."
"By the way, classmate, which class are you from? You are from Class 1, right?"
"Bullshit, it must be from our Class 2."
"I said we were in Statistics Class 4."
"Nonsense, it's from our class. Our counselor said that there were originally 45 people in the class, but for some reason it became 44. That one must be you."
Si Qingjiu listened to their words and smiled awkwardly, "I'm afraid not."
"Which class are you in?" Professor Lin asked again. He had already made up his mind and would contact the other counselor when asked.
Si Qingjiu glanced at everyone with a strange look on his face, and finally fixed his eyes on Professor Lin. He felt a little upset: "If I said I was from the Department of Art, would you believe me?"
"ha?"
"Art Department?"
“Is this true or false?”
"You're kidding."
“That’s impossible.”
Everyone's eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief.
.
"Is this some new way of playing a prank?"
"I don't believe that someone with such incredible strength could be from the art department."
"Yes, yes, I don't believe it either."
Professor Lin also didn't believe it. It's not that he had any prejudice against the art department, but it was generally recognized that those who studied art generally did not have very ideal grades in mathematics, physics and chemistry.
The few excellent ones are just excellent and cannot reach this level.
Thinking of something, he quickly looked at the class on the test paper, only to find that he had blocked it with his fingers and had not noticed it.
When he moved away and took a look, even Professor Lin, who was quite knowledgeable, had his pupils shrink slightly.
Class 1, Performance, Department of Art, Siqing Wine.
How could that be?
Si Qingjiu spread his hands and said to the people who didn't believe him: "Although you all don't believe it, this is indeed true. I am really from the Art Department, and I am taking the Art Department's make-up exam today."
Speaking of this, Si Qingjiu had a heart attack.
He went into the wrong classroom and his test was in vain, which meant he had to retake the test. How miserable.
The next make-up exam will be in the next semester. If he forgets about it, he will have to repeat the grade.
What kind of tragedy is this?
No, I'm thinking he's going to give up.
Professor Lin was in mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.
Others were much more nervous. Students from the Art Department took make-up exams, and they came to their math and physics interdisciplinary department to take make-up exams, and they even made mathematical conjectures.
They didn't know whether it was more outrageous to go to the wrong examination room or to just go with the flow and finish the test, solving the conjecture at the same time.
Just, absolutely.
"Are you really from the Art Department?" someone murmured, seemingly in a trance and also like a final verification.
Si Qingjiu nodded: "I am."
Professor Lin also sighed: "He really is."
"Oh my god, how could this happen? I actually lost to someone from the art department. This is too magical."
"It's more than just magic. If I tell anyone about this, who would believe it? It's such a huge leap."
"If it was someone from the Physics Department, I wouldn't be so shocked. Someone from the Chemistry Department might be okay, but someone from the Art Department, they don't usually study these things, ahhhh, this is too discouraging."
Everyone couldn't stop wailing, staring at Si Qingjiu with resentful and sad eyes, like a big fool, and wanted to cry.
"You are actually a mathematician under the guise of an art major."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked
To him, full of expectations.
They really don't want to be hit so hard again, so give them a little buffer.
Si Qingjiu smiled embarrassedly: "That's true, I have been studying acting for three years."
"Ahhh I can't take it anymore, I'm shutting myself down."
"I can't do it anymore. This world is too scary."
"Why should I ask? My heart hurts so much."
If it had been any other time, Professor Lin would have changed his expression long ago after hearing these cries of pain, but now he was just filled with amazement.
This is a genius.
After three years of performing, he was able to come up with a mathematical conjecture. Can an average person do that?
Even if he were asked to go, he wouldn't dare to say that he would still be able to remember things related to mathematics and physics three years later.
The time gate is the thing that can waste a person the most.
Si Qingjiu saw how devastated they were without any comfort, and he also wanted to cry out. He was the one who was the most miserable, okay?
"You..." He was interrupted by a scolding and dissatisfied voice just as he opened his mouth.
"Why are you arguing? Don't you know you are taking an exam? What are you doing?"
The teacher who was invigilating the exam next door heard the loud noises coming from here again and again, and he couldn't help but run over.
Everyone in this building is taking exams, and there is also an exam room next door. There is such a loud noise in the exam room, what are the invigilators doing?
So irresponsible.
But when he saw Professor Lin standing behind him, he was stunned. He then looked at the dozen or so people who did not look like they were taking an exam at all. Some were slumped over the table with sullen faces, some were hanging sideways on their chairs, and some were staring straight at the last student.
After hearing his voice, they all looked at him again.
The visitor looked puzzled and walked over, "Professor Lin, what is this?"
"Professor Jiang, I'm sorry to disturb you during your exam." Professor Lin also remembered that the exam was still in progress.
Professor Jiang shook his head slightly, full of doubt, and looked at the test paper in his hand: "What are you doing?"
Could it be that someone was caught cheating?
Thinking of this, Professor Jiang's expression became even more serious.
What teachers hate most is students cheating. You can do poorly on the test and they will be angry, but nothing will happen.
But you can’t cheat, that would ruin your character.
Professor Lin handed over the test paper and sighed: "Students nowadays are incredible."
Professor Jiang was confused. What was so serious?
I took the test paper and looked at it strangely. It didn't seem like anything serious, I just answered the questions correctly.
Professor Lin is a professor in the Department of Mathematics, so he can naturally understand the content above.
But seeing that Professor Lin and the others had strange expressions, I thought about it and continued reading, and soon landed on the additional questions.
More focused.
This, this is, solved?
He raised his head in surprise and said, "Not bad, the Mersenne prime conjecture has been around for many years and has now been solved. No wonder you were so excited just now. Good, very good."
"Professor, more than that, you are watching." Someone said quietly.
Others followed suit, with a hint of gloating.
"Yes, yes, professor, you are watching. There is a surprise."
"Yes, Professor, look at your appearance."
???
Professor Jiang looked puzzled. What surprise? What was he looking at? What did he miss?
I looked at it again carefully, but didn't find anything.
"Which student did this? Why did he have to take a make-up exam when he was so good? Did he sleep during the exam and miss it?"
"I would rather he overslept and missed the exam."
"That's right. This way we won't have so many heart attacks."
“Ahhhh, I’m in pain, wuwuwu.”
Everyone couldn't help but howl again. It was really frustrating to compare yourself with others.
Professor Jiang frowned as he looked at the group of people who seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, and asked Professor Lin next to him: "What's wrong with them?"
Professor Lin moved his lips, but changed the subject and pointed at Si Qingjiu: "He was the one who figured it out."
Professor Jiang looked over and immediately took a liking to this young man. No teacher would dislike a student who studies well.
She is fair-skinned and has bright eyes, which makes people like her very much.
"Not bad, not bad, classmate, are you preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination? How about applying to our School of Mathematics? I can give you a direct doctoral position with the professor you want to take."
To get a good seedling, you have to act first.
If it’s too late, everything will belong to someone else.
Professor Lin's expression changed instantly. "This is the one I picked first. It's from our college."
"Professor Lin, that's not the way to put it. As for whether to take the postgraduate entrance exam or a doctorate, it still depends on the students' own preferences. Besides, the development prospects of your college cannot compare with ours." Professor Jiang said without blushing, and every word he said was full of thorns.
Professor Lin snorted coldly.
"Your department is not doing very well. Most graduates end up working in the same industry as ours."
"That's just the students' personal choice. Look at those who are good at studying. They are all standing on a higher level." Professor Jiang retorted dissatisfiedly.
Professor Lin: "There are a few. Stop lying. Your department is the least reliable one. Our department is the best."
"Bullshit, we are the most suitable for him." Professor Jiang no longer maintained any friendship and started cursing.
"He solved a mathematical conjecture, so he should come to our mathematics department."
"You're talking nonsense. It's just a mathematical conjecture. If he stays in our department, he will become not only a mathematician but also a physicist." Professor Lin did not give in at all. It would be a loss to let go of such a good seedling.
Professor Jiang did not back down at all.
Talents are limited, so get the one you can get.
The two professors started arguing on the spot, and the students were dumbfounded.
Si Qingjiu also had a dull expression and confused eyes. What was going on? How did it suddenly develop into this?
What did he miss?
After two seconds of silence, he decisively interrupted: "Um, have you forgotten my major?"
Professor Lin, who was still arguing, suddenly felt a lump in his throat and stopped talking when he heard this. He now understood what the student meant by myocardial infarction.
It was indeed a heart attack.
"It doesn't matter what your major is." Professor Jiang replied subconsciously, not thinking it was a big deal at all.
Si Qingjiu laughed awkwardly: "I'm afraid there is some connection."
Professor Jiang: “What’s the relationship?”
Professor Lin simply turned his eyes away and didn't want to look.
The candidate who had watched the professor quarreling immediately started laughing.
“He’s from the art department.”
“He studied acting.”
"He went to the wrong examination room."
"He failed the test."
???
! !
Professor Jiang was shocked and his voice became louder: "What did you say?"
Did he just hallucinate?
From the art department?
Studied acting?
Went to the wrong examination room?
This, this...
"What's going on in your exam room? Why is there so much noise? Are we going to be able to take the exam?" Another questioning middle-aged male voice came from the back door. He was wearing a suit and had his hair combed in a very stylish way.
He was obviously a middle-aged man who cared a lot about his image and walked in with a stern face.
When he saw the situation of the crowd, he was stunned at first, then looked at the two professors present.
Their faces were a little red, and they seemed a little hostile and angry. What was going on?
Are the School of Mathematics and the School of Interdisciplinary Studies fighting again?
That’s great!
The promising students from their two colleges might come to their college after being disturbed by the situation, so they immediately tried to mediate with a smile.
"If you have any conflicts, you should choose a good time. It's an exam now, and it will have a bad impact. There are so many students here. You are teachers, so at least take your image into consideration."
Professor Jiang rolled his eyes at him and said, "Professor Zheng is quite generous."
The School of Mathematics and the School of Physics have always been at odds with each other because of frequent incidents of snatching talent.
Of course, the relationship between the Interdisciplinary College and them is the same. On the surface, they are like a harmonious and loving family, but in reality, you grab mine and I grab yours, and neither of us cares about each other's life or death.
Professor Lin also nodded: "Professor Zheng should go back, there is nothing to do here."
"Yes, you go back." Professor Jiang immediately understood Professor Lin's meaning and urged him to go back.
There are already two people competing for the position, so there is no need for another one.
As for why people are worried about the physics department getting involved just because they have solved a mathematical conjecture, it is because mathematics and physics have a lot in common.
If you are good at mathematics, physics will be no problem for you.
This is also the reason why the two colleges of mathematics and physics have been competing for talents with each other all year round.
Professor Zheng was not interested at first, but looking at their performance, it was exactly the same as when everyone fooled each other at the beginning of every school year.
Suddenly, he became more cautious. Seeing that Professor Jiang was holding a test paper in his hand, he quickly walked forward and took it away before they could react, then put it in front of him to take a look.
Well, it’s done.
It's definitely not just because of a test paper.
I turned it over and looked at the additional questions. Sure enough, they filled three whole pages.
Mersenne prime conjecture?
He knows.
"Who did this test paper? Are you interested in coming to our School of Physics? Our School of Physics is much better than these two colleges." Professor Zheng didn't even bother to look at it and directly extended the invitation.
Those two people were united in their hatred of the enemy, so it must be certain, so why should he waste time?
Professor Jiang's face turned pale. This guy moved too quickly.
Professor Lin simply ignored it and thought about how to ask the Art College for the person.
He is taking a make-up exam, so he probably didn't do very well in school. So it should be okay to let him change his major, right?
The corner of Si Qingjiu's mouth twitched. My goodness, it was getting more and more lively. Ugh, it was getting more and more complicated.
He really was just taking a make-up exam and had never expected to encounter a situation like this.
Facing everyone's gaze and Professor Zheng who was looking at him, he faked a smile: "Hehehe...me."
"Student, come to our School of Physics to take the postgraduate entrance examination. If you want to study abroad, we can also arrange it. We have cooperation with many top universities abroad. You can choose any one."
Professor Zheng immediately started to promote the product enthusiastically, stating the conditions openly.
He didn't make any promises for him. With his Mersenne prime number, it would be no problem for him to go to a top foreign university.
Professor Lin and Professor Jiang were furious.
"Our college can do that, too."
"It's as if no one can do that."
Professor Zheng smiled and said, "I am just giving you another option. Of course, if you can keep up, we can arrange for you to join the Research Institute, where there are many interesting experiments."
Don’t mention it, Si Qingjiu was a little moved.
However, he had his own laboratory and could go in right away, so there was no need for that.
The other dozen or so people who had been completely forgotten gathered together at some point and looked at this scene in admiration.
"This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime series, so exciting."
“It’s really exciting and thrilling.”
"What college do you think he ended up going to?"
"Will he choose to stay in the art department? He must have chosen the art department because he likes it. Otherwise, why would he choose the art department when he is so outstanding?"
"Too."
"Wasn't it that the expectations of those professors were dashed?"
"Oh, I want to see this scene!"
Si Qingjiu nodded secretly. When he took the college entrance examination, he was actually somewhat interested in acting.
It’s just that after going through so many things, I don’t feel the same way anymore, but I still have to get the diploma.
But the problem is that he has taken the exam in vain now.
depressed.
He propped his head up, looked at the three energetic professors, and sighed: "Ladies and gentlemen, I think this won't work."
"Why doesn't it work?" Professor Zheng asked first, somewhat puzzled.
Professor Lin also frowned: "As long as you are willing."
Professor Jiang nodded:
Yes, our mathematics department will also give you a generous bonus."
“We’ll have it in the physics department, too.”
"We have that, too."
Seeing that they were about to start arguing again, Si Qingjiu quickly continued, "The school has a rule that if you want to change your major, you have to be extremely outstanding. Even if you are a double degree student, you have to be outstanding in both."
Si Qingjiu has always felt that there are many flaws in this regard.
If you want to change your major, you have to be excellent. So, if you want to change, doesn't it mean that you don't like it anymore?
In the end, I still have to force myself to study, what a sin.
Professor Zheng thought it was something else and said with a smile: "With your ability, your college can't fail to give you an excellent grade. If anyone doesn't give it to me, I will go to the president and complain to him."
Looking at Professor Lin, it seems that what he is talking about is you.
Professor Lin was too lazy to argue with him and looked at Si Qingjiu: "We, the teachers of your college, will do our work. It should be fine if we are excellent."
"I'm afraid not." Si Qingjiu smiled strangely.
Professor Jiang frowned: "Why?"
He hadn't really realized that Si Qingjiu was in the art department, so he subconsciously forgot about it. He just thought that no one would be so extravagant as to not give him anything since he had such excellent grades.
Si Qingjiu glanced at the people who were waiting for his answer, and spread his hands with a look of despair: "Because I failed the make-up exam, I failed."
Just ask if it’s miserable.
"Ah?" Professor Zheng was stunned.
Professor Jiang was also stunned.
Only Professor Lin reacted quickly, with a complicated expression: "Is it too late for you to go now?"
Si Qingjiu raised his hand and pointed to the time door above. It was half past eleven.
In fact, there are still many time gates, which is not acceptable.
According to the exam rules, you cannot enter once the exam has started.
Z University strictly abides by it.
"What are you talking about?" Professor Zheng was a little confused: "Your answer was perfect, how come you failed?"
Professor Jiang also wanted to agree, but he stopped nodding suddenly as he remembered what the students had just said.
Department of Art…
He took a deep breath and looked at Si Qingjiu with eyes full of disbelief.
This can't be true.
Si Qingjiu forced a smile, "I took the wrong test."
"Um?"
"I know the answer to this question!" The students watching immediately raised their hands.
“He’s from the art department.”
"He went to the wrong examination room."
"He took the wrong test, hahahahahaha."
When Si Qingjiu said that he had failed the exam, they felt balanced, and now all they could do was gloat.
It turns out that human happiness is built on the suffering of others.
Even though they are also in pain, it seems that the other person is more miserable in comparison.
I took the make-up exam but didn’t complete it completely. It makes me laugh just thinking about it, hahahaha.
Professor Zheng was speechless and his mind was confused.
Department of Art?
Looking at the two professors beside him, Professor Lin had a calm expression, as if he was used to it.
Professor Jiang's expression was a bit complicated, but he didn't seem too shocked.
Okay, it’s confirmed, he’s really from the Art Department.
This, this...
Professor Zheng was at a loss for a moment, not knowing how to react.
"Which class are you in in the Department of Acting? Do you have your counselor's phone number? I'd like to talk to him." Professor Lin said. This exam was a misunderstanding, and he wanted to see if he could work out a compromise.
Si Qingjiu's eyes lit up. If he found his counselor, wouldn't that mean he had a chance to make amends?
He quickly took out his cell phone which had been muted for the exam and found six missed calls from his counselor.
I feel a little uneasy.
Dial it.
Just as the communication was going on, an angry voice came from the other end: "Si Qingjiu, where are you? Didn't you say you would come to take the exam? Why didn't you come? Do you know that if you don't take the exam this time, you will have to take it next year?"
Si Qingjiu coughed lightly, "Well, I actually came here to take the exam, but..."
"Did you lie to me that you weren't in the exam room?" The counselor got angry and interrupted him directly.
Si Qingjiu added silently: "I went to the wrong classroom."
The instructor choked for a moment, then said, "Didn't I send you the location of the exam?"
"I also remember it was 1, 9, and 2. I saw that I was too late to leave the door in time, so I went into the special make-up exam room 1029. But who knew it wasn't the correct number."
Si Qingjiu was also very depressed. It really wasn't his fault. It was because the students' information was not posted during the make-up exam. Otherwise, he would have noticed something was wrong at the first moment.
The counselor was speechless: "It's 1209, not 1029."
Si Qingjiu: "..."
It has already happened, there is no point in knowing it now.
"No, isn't 1029 an exam for the School of Mathematics and Physics?" the instructor suddenly said.
I remembered that because their art department was on the next floor, I knew very well what examination room was next to it.
Si Qingjiu touched his nose and said, "Indeed."
"Did you find any problems when you went in?" The counselor frowned.
Si Qingjiu: “Found it.”
Counselor: “And then?”
Si Qingjiu: "Then the show had already started, so I just finished it."
counselor:"…"
Professor Lin: “…”
Professor Jiang: “…”
Professor Zheng: “…”
Candidates present: “…”
What a great one to finish by the way.
Xiu'er is not as showy as you.
"Where are you now?" the counselor asked, wiping his face.
Si Qingjiu replied obediently: "Still in examination room 1029."
"You were still talking on the phone in the exam room while others had already handed in their papers?" The counselor lost his composure and raised his voice.
Professor Lin, who had completely forgotten that there were exams, looked at the other people who had gathered to watch the fun, and said, "Have you finished? If you have, hand in your papers. If not, do it quickly. What are you talking about?"
Professor Lin's tone was very serious, and it was conveyed to the counselor over the phone, causing him to misunderstand immediately.
"Si Qingjiu, why are you calling when you haven't even left the examination room yet? Apologize to the invigilator quickly and come back, then we'll talk."
Professor Zheng quickly spoke up: "Don't get me wrong, Si Qingjiu didn't make any mistakes, he has already finished his work, we were the ones who asked him to make the call, let me introduce myself, I'm Zheng Ze from the School of Physics."
Professor Jiang pushed Professor Zheng aside and said, "Go away. I was here first. I am Jiang Hai from the School of Mathematics. Si Qingjiu is an excellent student. I hope you can retake the exam and let him pass so that he can transfer to our School of Mathematics."
"Our interdisciplinary college is the most suitable one." Professor Lin was not to be outdone.
The three professors started arguing again, and the counselor on the opposite side was confused. What was going on?
He asked tentatively: "Si Qingjiu, what happened to you, what did you do?"
Si Qingjiu said innocently, "I didn't do anything. I just accidentally solved the Mersenne prime."
counselor:"…"
"Although I'm a counselor in the art department, I also studied science. Don't make fun of me."
Si Qingjiu: “…No.”
counselor:"…"
"So now you..."
"Surrounded by three professors." Si Qingjiu laughed.
Counselor: "...Okay, I'll contact the dean and we'll meet in the teacher-only restaurant on the third floor of the cafeteria. Invite the three professors and we'll have a good chat about your make-up exam."
"No problem, no problem, I'll be there right away." Professor Zheng took the lead in answering and decided to leave the class to his companion. It was more important to recruit people.
Professor Jiang was not to be outdone: "See you in the restaurant."
Professor Lin looked at the group of people who were still peeking around and thought, this won’t work, they can’t leave.
After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and called their dean. Since the other party came to see the dean, they should also go to see the dean, so that they would show their importance.
Seeing this, Professor Jiang and Professor Zheng followed suit.
Si Qingjiu watched them busying themselves and almost thought he was some big shot.
What was the first reaction of the four deans when they received the call?
The second reaction was, a genius has appeared?
The first response is, what are you waiting for, grab it.
Only the Dean of the Art Academy was completely confused, and when he arrived at the restaurant, he still hadn't digested what he had heard.
A student from their college went to the wrong examination room, took a cross-chasm exam, and solved a mathematical conjecture in the process.
Was this really done by people from their art school?
"Teacher Bai An, are you sure the news is correct?" The dean asked the counselor again, still unable to believe it.
Bai An nodded: "Dean Qi, it's true."
Dean Qi: “…”
Bai An thought the dean still didn't believe it and was about to explain it a little more, but the dean spoke excitedly first.
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up. For a talent like this, just arrange for his debut right away. The character design is already ready."
A few people just walked into Siqingjiu.
???!
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