Finished writing?
Principal Gu, who was talking to Su Cheng, was stunned, then turned to Meng Fu seriously.
At the same time, Su Di gave half a sheet of Meng Fu's certificate to the principal.
The principal is not a professional math major, and he brought this Olympiad mathematics book to him last time when the head of the senior class gave him suggestions for revisions.
At this moment, he looked at the paper Su Di handed him and was surprised for a moment. The words on it were very stylish, and each stroke had its own style. It was obvious that the author had put a lot of hard work into it.
Seeing this, the principal's expression relaxed a lot, and he glanced at Meng Fu.
Only then did he continue to read what Meng Fu had written. Meng Fu had written a bunch of numbers and symbols on it. The principal's expertise was not in this area, so he went straight back to his seat, picked up the book, turned to the answer to the original question, and compared it with the answer.
The answer was very long, and almost all of it was arguments and formulas. What surprised the principal was that in the first few steps, what Meng Fu wrote was exactly the same as the answer, but things started to change from the fourth step.
The difference is not that a step is omitted, but that the following are two completely different proofs.
This is a proof question and there is no exact result.
...
...
There is no standard judgment, but if it is different from the answer, it must be wrong.
The reason why the Olympiad preparation questions are called Olympiad preparation questions is that their difficulty has reached a certain level. If you have not specifically studied Olympiad questions, even someone with good math grades will not be able to solve them.
The proof process was different. The teaching assistant beside the principal took a look and shook his head: "No." After saying that, the teaching assistant paused and turned to Meng Fu, curiously: "But you also know the ellipse formula?"
These are not included in junior high school content.
After the teaching assistant finished speaking, Zhao Fan, who was beside Meng Fu, let out a breath. She was really crazy. For a moment she actually felt that Meng Fu might really be able to do it.
This is an Olympiad question, given to the world's top mathematical geniuses.
It's not surprising that you can't do it, this is normal.
Zhao Fan held his forehead, leaned close to Meng Fu, and whispered, "Just go to the first grade of high school. The fact that No. 1 Middle School allows you to study here is enough to shut up those haters, as well as the director who rejected you yesterday."
Principal Gu had already expected that Meng Fu would not be able to do it, so he didn't find it strange.
But this time, he was not so stiff towards Meng Fu. Although Meng Fu did not do it, it could be seen that she had indeed learned some high school knowledge.
Especially her beautiful handwriting, which even Principal Gu couldn't help but admire.
He looked at Meng Fu, but saw Meng Fu staring at the Olympiad book and the answer sheet in his hands without saying a word.
Principal Gu smiled, and this time his tone and expression became kind. "This is a competition question. It's normal that you can't answer it. In our school, apart from those who have participated in competition tutoring, few people can answer it. Student Meng, it's actually not shameful to be in the first year of high school at this age..."
Because of Meng Fu's calligraphy, Principal Gu rarely showed any appreciation for her talent.
He casually clipped the paper written by Meng Fu into the book.
"No, thank you for your help, I don't think it's necessary." Meng Fu turned her head and looked at Su Cheng.
Su Cheng understood. He stood up and said goodbye to the principal.
Getting the recognition from Principal Gu was such a rare opportunity, but Meng Fu actually failed at this time?
Zhao Fan was standing aside, giving Meng Fu a look that looked as if his eyes were about to cramp, but Meng Fu didn't notice and continued to walk out with Su Cheng.
**
Wait until you walk out of the principal's office.
Zhao Fan scratched his head, not understanding at all and a little overwhelmed: "Why? Tell me why you don't study hard in No. 1 Middle School. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"Nothing." Meng Fu opened the door and got into the car. After hearing what Zhao Fan said, she closed her eyes and said in a tone that sounded a little indifferent: "It's not necessary. No. 1 Middle School may not be as good as imagined."
"Not as good as imagined?" Zhao Fan also got in the car, sat up straight and looked at Meng Fu, puzzled.
Meng Fu opened the document on her phone and looked through the script Zhao Fan gave her last night. "Well, the principal and the teaching assistant are both very low-level."
The principal and the teaching assistant are both of low quality?
Zhao Fan opened her mouth and looked at Meng Fu. She really wanted to know where she got the confidence to say that.
"So you don't plan to continue studying?" Zhao Fan asked softly.
Zhao Fan could accept that Meng Fu was not planning to continue to high school. After all, in the end, everything depended on the work.
Just before Meng Fu's work came out
Meng Fu didn't say anything. She always read three lines at a glance when reading a script. She flipped through the document quickly. A new message suddenly popped up above her phone. It was a WeChat verification.
She clicked it and took a look.
The person who added her filled in the verification message as Jiang Xinchen.
Meng Fu guessed that Jiang Yu was unwilling to tell her about the Jiang family's affairs, so she nodded her agreement and planned to ask Jiang Xinchen when she had time.
On the other side of the phone, Jiang Xinchen, who had just added Meng Fu, had been staring at the phone screen, his hand tightening as he gripped the phone. Suddenly, a red new message icon appeared on the message page, and he clicked it to see -
[The other party has passed your verification message]
Jiang Xinchen breathed a sigh of relief. He clicked on Meng Fu's dialog box and kept struggling over what to send. He even went to the class group and stole emoticons sent by several girls, but in the end he didn't dare to send them.
On this side, after adding Jiang Xinchen, Meng Fu put him behind her mind, because just when she agreed to Jiang Xinchen's WeChat request, someone sent her a new message.
It was a picture of Go, with a sentence attached:
[Look, where is the best place for the white piece to be moved? 】
Meng Fu clicked on the Go picture and looked at it for a while. It was a fierce game. The white pieces obviously lacked stamina, while the black pieces were full of murderous intent. From the perspective of the entire game, the player holding the black pieces had a sure win.
This chess game is indeed interesting.
Meng Fu also studied it for a long time.
Zhao Fan, who couldn't wait for her answer, came over and didn't continue to ask Meng Fu whether she wanted to continue to study in high school. When he saw this picture, he was surprised: "Are you playing chess?"
She remembered that when she was filming a live variety show a few days ago, the chess game in Meng Fu's backyard was at the bottom of the hot searches.
"No, I'm helping someone watch chess." Meng Fu said as she marked a few positions on the picture and sent it to the other party again.
"You really know how to play chess?" Zhao Fan just asked casually. When she heard Meng Fu say that, she was really surprised.
Before she could open her eyes, when Meng Fu sent the picture, Zhao Fan happened to see the note Meng Fu left for the person above the dialog box -
Very simple: [Xu]
May?
What to wish for?
Zhao Fan couldn't help but fall into deep thought. She had worked with Meng Fu for two years, but had never heard Meng Fu mention the surname "Xu".
She was still thinking, and after Meng Fu replied to the message, she had returned to the script page.
Zhao Fan and Su Cheng had read these scripts, and the ones that finally reached Meng Fu's hands were all of very high quality.
Zhao Fan took a quick look and knew which movie Meng Fu was holding. She was quite surprised: "The Bourne Legacy, do you like this script?"
She originally thought that Meng Fu would like a light comedy in ancient costume, but she didn't expect that she liked this kind of drama.
The Mysterious Disc is a film and television series produced during the Republic of China.
Su Cheng was driving the car in front. He glanced at the rearview mirror while listening to the two people's conversation. "The Bourne Legacy is indeed the best among them. Do you want to act in this drama?"
Ever since Meng Fu was rejected from the audition, everyone around her, from Su Cheng to Zhao Fan and even Su Di, all wanted to urgently help her get a better film.
Meng Fu also knew that works in the entertainment industry were the most important. After hearing Su Cheng's words, she turned off her phone and said, "Yes."
"Okay." Su Cheng retracted his gaze and said only one word softly, and nothing else.
**
"The Bourne Legacy" is a spy film based on a novel which is very popular on the Internet.
The director and screenwriter took over this drama a few years ago and had already written the script, but the show was shelved due to a scandal involving the heroine chosen by Wei for the first time. They did not get much investment, and now what are popular on the Internet are costume dramas and modern ethics dramas. Although this kind of Republic of China spy film has become popular due to the novel, most people are not optimistic about its adaptation into film and television, and fans of the original novel also strongly demanded that the show not be ruined.
As a result, "The Bourne Legacy" has been shelved until now and has not officially started filming.
Recently, Director Gao finally made up his mind and decided to pay out of his own pocket to hire the rest of the crew and make this drama.
Director Gao has also produced two popular TV series and is a relatively well-known director in the circle.
After he released the script, many young actresses expressed their interest.
At this time, Director Gao was at home watching film and television clips of these young actresses he was interested in.
The cell phone in my pocket rang at this moment.
He took a look and saw that it was a plan.
"Hello." Director Gao took a puff of cigarette and answered the phone. His voice was a little hoarse.
The planner seemed to pause, then said something.
After listening, Director Gao didn't say anything. He just held the phone in his hand, and the cigarette in his other hand was shaking slightly. "Wait, say it again."
"I said, the investment dad gave us an additional 200 million." The planner was also in a daze for a moment.
Director Gao pieced the money together on his own and sought investment from everywhere, but now all he has is only 90 million, so he planned to keep everything simple when the time comes. However, he didn't expect that his investment dad would throw a pie in his face at this time!
Director Gao stood up excitedly. The fireworks in his hand burned his fingers, but he didn't pay much attention. "Two hundred million?!"
"Yeah." The planner nodded.
Director Gao moved his chair and walked to the window, calming down a bit. "With 200 million, I am absolutely confident that I can do this drama well. The day after tomorrow I will let the previously scheduled female leads come for auditions."
"I trust your ability," the planner said in a steady voice, "Don't worry about the audition. The investor recommended someone to you. I took a look and found that she is a member of a recent girl group, a popular star, and a high-ranking director. Please consider it carefully."
After hearing this, Director Gao calmed down. It turned out that this investment was not without reason, but brought capital into the group.
Director Gao has always hated these traffic stars, most of whom can't act, or even memorize their lines, and rely on post-production dubbing and cutouts.
He already has his eyes on two young actresses who have acting skills and temperament suitable for the female lead.
The female lead that the investors inserted this time made Director Gao a little uninterested.
He pressed the cigarette into the ashtray and pursed his lips: "The heroine of this play is a secret agent, with a dark and heroic style. If she doesn't play well, the play will be ruined." Director Gao also has his own insistence on the bottom line. He frowned and shook his head: "Go and tell them to let her audition with other people the day after tomorrow. If she doesn't pass, the crew can't let her play the heroine."
The producer comforted him, "Don't be depressed, what if this is a talented person? Haven't you been unable to find a heroine you like?"
"Is spirituality just memorizing lines and numbers?" Director Gao has seen such traffic artists before, and he is not looking forward to the traffic artist who will bring money into the group two days later.
**
Next day
One middle school.
The slightly plump teacher knocked on the door of the principal's temporary residence at No. 1 Middle School and said, "Principal, you have to solve the problem of the competition class that I asked you a few days ago."
He is the head teacher of the Rocket Class in the senior year of high school and also the leader of the mathematics competition group of No. 1 Middle School.
He is also a celebrity in the mathematics community of T Province.
A few days ago, I proposed the math competition question to the principal.
The principal looked up from his computer. He picked up his teacup and handed him the competition questions he had brought back from the office. "I have already applied for a question bank from the Department of Mathematics at Kyoto University."
"Thank you, Principal," the head teacher of the Rocket Class smiled when he heard this. "I think there are two young people this year who can take the independent enrollment examination of Zhou University. The questions in Zhou University are always very abnormal, and these competition questions are still a little bit worse..."
As he spoke, he flipped through the math competition exercises in his hand.
When I turned it over, a piece of paper fell out.
"What is this?" The head teacher bent down and picked it up.
Principal Gu recognized that this was the proof question Meng Fu had written yesterday afternoon. He replied slowly, "She is just an ignorant little girl. She refused to study in the first grade of high school and insisted on skipping two grades to the third grade. I asked her to do a competition question, but she only spent ten minutes writing and said she had finished it. When I checked it, the answer was wrong. This discouraged her and she left in anger. Those who can solve the Olympiad questions in our school are all seedlings for the competition..."
"Principal Gu." The head teacher interrupted him.
The principal raised an eyebrow: "What?"
The head teacher turned over the original question, put the proof next to the question, and said word by word: "You are wrong, she has proved it."
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