"Mr. Yu, don't you know yet?" Duke Annan asked. No wonder, he had been wondering why the Chinese leader hadn't come to them to ask for an explanation. It turned out that he didn't know anything about this at all.
"Know what?" Yu Qi frowned even more tightly.
Duke Annan thought for a moment and called out to the outside of the house, "David, please come in."
Soon, a man pushed the door open. It was Mr. David, the receptionist. His heart trembled when he saw Yu Qi.
He is actually an employee of the Logistics Department of Dun City University College, and this time he was loaned by the Mathematics Competition Organizing Committee.
"Mr. Principal, are you looking for me?"
Duke Annan nodded and said, "David, you were there just now. Please tell Mr. Yu what happened." He felt so embarrassed that he couldn't say anything.
Yu Qi looked at David with a questioning and oppressive look in his eyes.
David swallowed hard, not daring to delay, and immediately described what happened, not daring to leave anything out or add anything extra. After all, he still remembered that someone had something on him.
The more Yu Qi listened, the uglier his expression became. In the end, it was almost so gloomy that it could drip water.
Is this what Qingyun meant by arguing with others? Such a big thing, such a huge injustice, and yet she just downplayed it and said nothing?
Yu Qi is feeling both angry and distressed. He knows that she didn't say anything because she didn't want to make them worry, but Yu Qi still feels distressed. Qingyun is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
Seeing his grim expression, Duke Annan quickly said, "Don't worry, Mr. Yu. We have dealt seriously with that student. This time, we failed to educate him. However, I assure you that something like this will not happen again."
Yu Qi took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Mr. Principal, I understand."
"Then this matter..."
"Just handle it on your side." Yu Qi said.
The matter had already been handled, and the principal had apologized politely. What else could he say? Besides, Qingyun probably hadn't suffered any loss. He'd heard David say that the boy had been beaten by Qingyun, so he probably hadn't gotten anything good out of it. Tomorrow was the final match, so it was best to quit while he was ahead and not make things more complicated.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Yu, thank you for your magnanimity." Duke Annan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
What he feared most was that this matter would get out and damage the reputation of their school. After all, harassing women, racial discrimination, and attacking other people's countries, he couldn't imagine the seriousness of each of these words. It would be best if it could be resolved peacefully now.
"Then I'll be leaving first, Mr. Principal."
"good."
Yu Qi walked out of the principal's office and headed towards the dormitory. He walked on the campus of Dun City University College. The soft street lights illuminated the road ahead, but they could not dispel the haze in his heart.
Yu Qi was now filled with both anger and helplessness. Ever since they arrived on this land, they had been discriminated against and treated unfairly time and time again. Why? It was because they weren't strong enough, their country wasn't strong enough, that they were being bullied so recklessly!
Just like the road in front of him, it seems to be illuminated by warm lights, but there is more darkness around it that cannot be reached by the lights. They are the people walking alone in the darkness.
The road ahead is long and the night is endless. Yu Qi looks ahead and says, "Let's go, keep going forward, until the day comes when the sky brightens. That'll be all right."
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At the same time, the building where the organizing committee of the University College of London is located is still brightly lit. In order to get the written test results out as soon as possible, the marking teachers of the organizing committee are working overtime to mark the test papers.
"Mr. Lambert, has any candidate solved the last question yet?" Mr. Stevens, chairman of the organizing committee, asked Lambert, the head of the marking group.
Lambert shook his head. He looked at the pile of graded papers next to him and sighed, "Not yet. Many students wrote a lot, but their thinking was clearly wrong."
"The difficulty of the last question is beyond imagination. It is really too difficult for these candidates to solve it."
Stevens nodded. This result was within his expectations. After all, the organizing committee had discussed the last question of the test for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. Later, they even brought in a four-digit number theory expert, who spent six hours thinking about it but still couldn't figure it out.
The reason they put questions of this difficulty on the test paper was that they hoped to discover a math genius who could solve the problem. However, it seems that their hopes have been dashed.
"Thank you for your hard work." Mr. Stevens checked the time. "Mr. Lambert, it's getting late. Why don't we call it a day? We'll continue grading tomorrow."
Lambert shook his head and was about to speak when he heard a nearby examiner exclaim, "Oh my God!"
He turned his head, frowned and asked, "Wade, what's wrong?"
The examiner named Wade focused his attention on the test paper in front of him, his eyes a little dull.
"Wade!" Lambert raised his voice.
Wade finally came to his senses. He pointed at the test paper in front of him, his voice trembling, "Mr. Lambert, come and take a look at this test paper."
"What?" Lambert walked over with confusion in his heart.
His eyes fell on the test paper in Wade's hand. Wade's finger was pointing at the last question on the test paper, which was written densely.
Mr. Lambert didn't pay much attention to it, because he had graded many test papers before, and he wrote a lot about the last question, but he just wrote it and didn't really answer the question.
"What are you looking at?"
Wade still pointed at the question and said, "Mr. Lambert, please take a closer look. I think this candidate's solution is correct."
"What?" Mr. Lambert was stunned. Stevens, who was about to leave, stopped and turned around suddenly when he heard this.
"Let me see." Lambert was anxious. He grabbed the test paper and began to look at it carefully.
The other examiners also heard the noise and gathered around.
Lambert looked at the answer on the test paper with a focused and serious look. He followed the idea of solving the problem in his mind, thinking all the way, and muttered to himself, "Veda's theorem, Vieda's theorem..."
"That's right, that's right, it's Vieta's theorem and the method of infinite descent, Vieta's jump, yes, it's Vieta's jump!" Lambert became more and more excited and confident as he spoke, his eyes shining with excitement.
"That's right, that's right, I solved the problem!" Mr. Lambert's hands holding the test paper were shaking a little, and the muscles on his face were twitching.
"What? Mr. Lambert, are you sure?" Stevens looked incredulous. He had originally thought that no one could solve the last question, but now things have taken a turn for the better?
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