Chapter 412 You are Gwen Brown! [2 Updates]
Because it was halftime, the stadium was very quiet.
These two words clearly reached everyone's ears.
Ying Zijing spoke in English, which was generally understood by the audience.
Ilna's hand was still on the bottle cap, and the smile on her lips gradually froze.
Her eyes were icy, and she gritted her teeth, uttering each word slowly and deliberately: "What did you say?!"
Ying Zijing didn't mind repeating it again, her eyes indifferent: "Trash."
Hahahaha! Trash! I'm talking to you!
[I know why Ying Shen is participating in the competition again as the top-ranked player; she wants to say that word to Ilna.]
I really don't know what to say, I just want to cry.
I watched the entire three-day competition from beginning to end, and I heard Ilna call it trash dozens of times.
She was targeting our country's athletes and humiliating their dignity. Several of the younger girls cried, but we were powerless to do anything about it.
Do you know why we like Ying Shen? She knows a lot, but she doesn't deliberately show off or put others down, nor is she so low-key that she lets others trample on her.
At that moment, all the trolls stirring up trouble in the live stream disappeared.
Down in the audience, Teng Yunmeng covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.
"Don't worry." Ying Zijing's right leg was slightly bent, and her posture was relaxed. She seemed to smile. "I won't let you get even a single point."
Ilna looked up abruptly: "Stop talking nonsense, you're dreaming!"
There will always be a problem that she solves faster than Ying Zijing.
But the questions that followed were nothing short of torture for Ilna.
After five questions, she still hadn't scored a single point.
Ying Zijing's speed in solving the problem made her feel fear for the first time.
"Ah, this is a fun question. It's very simple, perfect for us to relax a bit." The host smiled. "Please take a look at the question, both contestants."
On the big screen, the image rotated, and a new question appeared.
Guiguzi selected two numbers from 2 to 99.
He told Pang Juan the sum of the two numbers and Sun Bin the product.
However, neither of them knew the number the other had received.
The next day, Pang Juan said to Sun Bin, "Although I don't know what the answer is, you certainly don't know either."
A few seconds later, Sun Bin said, "I understand."
After a long pause, Pang Juan said, "I understand."
What are these two numbers?
Zuo Li: "..."
He always felt that the team that set the questions was crazy, otherwise they wouldn't have used 18 languages to set the team competition questions.
What kind of question is this?
Did Guiguzi really do that? If I were Sun Bin, I'd beat him up.
Don't be fooled by the question; it's indeed simple. Let me explain: this question uses Goldbach's Conjecture...
Many viewers and netizens have already started trying to solve the puzzle.
The science popularization team also dutifully began providing science information in the live chat.
But they had only read the question for five or six seconds.
On the stage, Ying Zijing had already pressed the answer button and said calmly, "The two numbers are 4 and 13."
The question setter, who was smugly confident he could last 10 seconds, was speechless.
Wasn't the question he set already outrageous enough?!
I'm truly in awe of Ying Shen! Does he answer every question at a glance?
[Look at the person asking the question; he cracked.]
"A cover-up! A cover-up!"
The audience below started shouting again, especially the students from Elan School.
One boy exclaimed excitedly, "All the people in this question are from the East, and Ilna doesn't recognize any of them!"
If Ilna loses, all the points she wins will go to China.
Then they will be the ones at the bottom.
"Please take a seat, audience member." The host smiled faintly. "The question setter considered every student's perspective, ensuring there was absolutely no bias."
[This is hilarious! Saying the organizing committee is biased towards China? Are you crazy? There are questions from all countries, and I even saw one about the O continent. What, does that mean you can't solve O continent's problems, and they can't solve China's?]
Trash is trash; all it does is make excuses.
Ilna's face turned even paler, and she could barely stand.
She has never been ridiculed like this since she became a child prodigy.
"Now for the last question." The host took a card from the chief question setter, glanced at it, and said, "This question is related to one of our brilliant scientists, Simon Brand, who is also the reason we started holding ISC."
Ying Zijin's eyes flickered slightly, and her eyelashes drooped.
It could be said that among her many teachers during her last trip to Earth, Simon Brand taught her the most.
However, Simon Brand's life was not very peaceful; apart from his scientific research, his life could be described as tragic.
Ilna's eyes turned cold, and her fingers clenched so tightly they made a cracking sound.
Ying Zijin naturally noticed it, and narrowed her phoenix eyes.
Ilna's reaction was a bit too much.
"We bid farewell to a genius and now welcome two geniuses of the new century," the host continued. "Alright, now, you two, please listen to the question. This is an easy question—"
“Simon Brand left behind many manuscripts, which are now preserved in the O Continent Museum. Our organizing committee photographed these manuscripts and displayed them on the big screen.”
On the big screen, a yellowed piece of paper quickly appeared.
It's a blueprint, a very complex drawing, full of wild imagination.
The question has also been released.
What is the title of this painting by Simon Brand?
The audience and netizens were somewhat confused.
[Is this a free point question???]
You'd have no idea unless you'd been to a museum, right?
Even if you go, you might not remember them. I've been there; several illustrations in Simon's manuscripts look basically the same, but they're called different things.
Ying Zijing's gaze lingered on the large screen for three seconds before she slowly spoke: "SC-300-V, fifth-generation machine."
Upon hearing this answer, Ilna's expression changed instantly, and she turned sharply to look at the girl.
The host was stunned for a full half minute before he came to his senses, still somewhat dazed: "The answer is the SC-300-V, an aircraft designed by Simon Brand, though it didn't exist at that time; it was his concept."
After explaining, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "It seems that Ying Zijin has a photographic memory."
Ying Zijing paused for a moment, then said, "It's alright."
Of course, she has a quick memory.
But this drawing is not.
This picture is one she watched Simon Brand draw in person, and it left a deep impression on her.
"Thirty questions are finished, and our scores are in." The host took a breath and said, "Please look at the big screen."
The big screen scrolled through the data and displayed the scores for both teams.
It's red, big, and very eye-catching.
30:0!
Big score!
A complete crushing defeat!
Feng Yue breathed a sigh of relief, his body drenched in sweat: "We won, Mengmeng, we won!"
Teng Yunmeng choked up, wiping away her tears repeatedly: "Yes, we won."
Zuo Li stared blankly at the score on the screen, her eyes reddening.
He had already prepared himself to be at the bottom.
But now someone has shown him through their actions that they have turned the tide and won.
On the stage, the girl stepped down and stood in front of him.
"Professor Zuo Li," Ying Zijing bowed slightly, "I have not failed in my mission."
The four words made Zuo Li's eardrums vibrate, as if a raging storm was sweeping over him, impacting his mind.
Zuo Li's throat bobbed, and her voice trembled: "You're very good, you did a great job, no one did a better job than you."
It wasn't for personal honor, but for the country.
"I'm going to rest for a while." Ying Zijing rubbed her head. "Let me know when the final results come out."
Although she learned a lot of new knowledge, she also had to concentrate highly during the question-and-answer process, which was too taxing.
Beside her, Fu Yunshen picked up his coat and draped it over her shoulders, holding a thermos in his right hand: "Drink some lightly salted water."
Ying Zijin nodded.
The two of them went to the large backstage lounge.
After taking a sip of water, Ying Zijing paused for a moment and said, "Actually, I didn't think that much about it. I just didn't want to see them being bullied."
Fu Yunshen patted her head and chuckled softly, "I know."
"I want to eat chocolate."
"Ready."
The two exited through a side door of the venue.
On the other side, Ilna suddenly woke up and ran out as well, quickly blocking Fu Yunshen and Ying Zijin's path.
Fu Yunshen raised his eyelashes.
Ilna's expression was frantic, her fingers trembling: "It's you, isn't it? It must be you!"
"Only you would know so much!"
Ilna stepped forward, her voice growing louder: "I remember now, and you remember too! I've lost to you again! I'm not reconciled!"
Ying Zijing coughed twice, but didn't look up. She leaned her head against Fu Yunshen's right chest.
“This hazardous waste has gone mad.” Fu Yunshen’s eyes darkened slightly, and he said calmly, “Please take her away.”
The guards hesitated for a moment, then gradually moved closer, but did not move.
Ilna, after all, was a prodigy protected by Helga University.
They can't afford to take responsibility if anything goes wrong.
The confrontation between the two geniuses attracted a lot of attention.
More and more people were coming from backstage, all of them somewhat surprised and wondering what had happened.
"It must be you! I can't mistake you!" Ilna couldn't calm herself down at all; she roared hoarsely, "You're Gwen!!!"
Simon Grand, the brilliant scientist of the 17th century, was his most outstanding student.
Gwen Brown.
See you tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)
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