Chapter 143

"Why do you stand on the stage and speak on behalf of everyone?" ladder classroom "the competition committee didn't mean it. It's OK to restore Jiang Fuyue's qualification? It's too much of a fuss to pursue responsibility."

"Alas, it was a small matter, and I don't know why it's like this. I heard that Zhao Tong's grandfather was locked up and may be sentenced!"

"Hiss... No? It's going to be sentenced?! as for?"

"I don't know the specific situation. I can't be good anyway."

"Why?"

"Why else? Some people will not let go!"

"Who?"

"Here, standing on the podium, the embodiment of light and greatness, the messenger of morality and justice."

"Hahaha... You are too bad."

"..." chattered.

Su Qing sat in her seat and listened to all the bad comments about Jiang Fuyue.

He was in a good mood: "look, this is a special end. Tut Tut, get up and attack. The treatment is gone SEI."

Liu Ling: "I was so crazy in front of us yesterday. When I met Huo Fanjin, a hard stubble with a front face, I didn't just pretend to be a quail?"

Chen Sichang snorted and smiled: "deserved it! It was Huo Fanjin who was supposed to speak at the opening ceremony. As a result, she killed Jiang Fuyue halfway and said to rob. Although Huo Fanjin is not rare, being robbed is another matter."

Su Qing snorted and smiled: "it's strange that we miss Huo can bear this tone! Wait and see. The good play is still ahead."

The three exchanged a look and a meaningful smile.

On the stage, Jiang Fuyue stopped Xu Kaiqing from coming forward to help after listening to the other party's questioning, and asked, "then why do you think I can't stand on the stage?"

Huo Fanjin frowned: "the opening ceremony has been delayed for two days. Don't you have any responsibility?"

"Everyone must have heard what happened to me these two days. This classmate should also be an insider, but don't you think your so-called 'responsibility theory' is ridiculous?"

"I'm ridiculous? Oh, you'd better make it clear today."

Jiang Fuyue: "as we all know, the delay of the opening ceremony was due to my absence, but my absence was caused by the negligence of the staff. In the final analysis, I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"

"And your so-called 'responsibility theory' is like a woman being molested on the bus. You don't blame the coyote for being obscene, but you blame the girl's skirt for being too short. Isn't it absurd?"

"You -" Huo Fanjin stared angrily.

Sophistry!

It's all sophistry!

But she couldn't say a retort.

Jiang Fuyue: "back ten thousand steps, if I don't deserve to stand on the stage, who deserves you? Or you can order one and I'll make room for him."

Generous, neither humble nor arrogant.

At this time, Ling Xuan suddenly got up and put his hands in his pockets. Wen Dan's eyes slowly swept through the crowd: "if the only full score in the semi-finals is not worthy, what are the others here? Garbage?"

"Poof -" Ren Xinghe couldn't help laughing and took over, "then we can only be a group of braised chicken."

Yellow, stuffy and rubbish!

Huo Fanjin was annoyed by their singing: "it's just a semi-finals. What's a full score? This is the real battlefield. Heroes don't mention their courage, but a full score is worth talking about and showing off all the time?"

Ren Xinghe: "so you can't see the full score? But you didn't get the full score."

Ha ha ha

Someone was chuckling.

Huo Fanjin became angry with shame, and his beautiful eyes glared with water: "it is undeniable that the full score is more or less a factor of luck."

The implication is that I didn't get a full score in Jiang Fuyue's exam. It doesn't mean that my strength is not as good as her. I can only say that she was lucky than me on the day of the exam.

Ren Xinghe smiled: "it seems that this classmate is not very convinced?"

Huo Fanjin: "I'm really not convinced."

"What about that?" he spread his hands, as if helpless, but more like ridicule.

Ling Xuan frowned, this Ren Xinghe

Huo Fanjin was completely angry: "it's better to compete on the spot? Who won and who came on stage."

Ren Xinghe was surprised: "don't tell me, I don't want to compare with you."

Huo Fanjin looked directly at the stage: "Jiang Fuyue, dare you?"

In a word, six words, burning fire and anger are both challenges and provocations.

Jiang Fuyue didn't say anything. She half narrowed her eyes and looked in the direction of Ren Xinghe.

Deep and heavy.

Then he smiled——

"OK. How do you want to compare?"

"According to the standard of iPho international competition, please ask Mr. Xu to write a question on the spot. The experimental part is inconvenient to operate, so just test the theory, how about it?"

Jiang Fuyue: "I have no objection."

They looked at Xu Kaiqing together.

The latter's eyes were shining and looked more excited than the party concerned: "compare! Compare now! I happen to have a problem in my USB flash drive."

In an instant, there was a more heated discussion in the classroom than before——

"What a comparison?"

"Look at this posture. Old Xu is involved. Can there be a fake?"

"Well, who do you think will win?"

"I bet Huo Fanjin on a bag of spicy strips. I didn't hear what I just said. According to the standard of iPho international competition? Jiang Fuyue can get full marks in the domestic competition. When it comes to the international competition, it's slag. There's no ash left by seconds."

"I also bet Huo Fanjin. CPO and iPho are completely two concepts. Jiang Fuyue will lose!"

"What do you say?"

"IPho is not only in line with international standards in terms of difficulty, but also has high requirements for language ability. There are four working languages, English, French, German and Russian. Usually, the questions are given in English. Candidates from all countries can only choose one of the four working languages as the answer language."

"Jiang Fuyue, a local steamed stuffed bun from the Huaihe River, may not be fluent in English without intensive training in the summer camp. What's more, in the face of a large number of professional vocabulary, he answers with a non-native language system?"

"As for Huo Fanjin, it's different. Her family is rich and has directly raised an iPho teacher team, which is specially responsible for training her in the international competition, from language, rules, common questions and knowledge structure framework. How can Jiang Fuyue compare with her?"

"Tut Tut, is Huo Fanjin well prepared?"

"Obviously, Jiang Fuyue deceives people too much. The full score is great. It's just a domestic game. What can I drag if I can be selected into the national team through this summer camp?"

"Sit and wait for Miss Huo to show us a rolling face slap, hick, or I think our Beijing circle students are easy to bully!"

Yes, Huo Fanjin, Su Qing, Liu Ling, Chen Sichang, and Zhao Tong, who has retired from the camp, are all from the Beijing circle.

As native emperors, they also have an enviable family background. They naturally form a group. Even if the people inside are not familiar with each other, they can automatically get together and hold tightly.

This is the circle culture.

Compared with ordinary students from scattered sand, they are like a magnificent and exquisite "sand tower".

High above, but ruthlessly exclusive.

Jiang Fuyue is the first target of this group of students in the Beijing circle who want to "warn". Generally speaking, it is the "chicken" that was killed in killing chickens as an example!

"She's dead..."

A sigh, accompanied by a pleasant smile, so calm and confident.

In that compartment, Yan Zhenfeng has taken the USB flash disk Xu Kaiqing gave him, inserted it into the host, and then clicked on the folder called "iPho practice 1".

There are two documents, one is "experiment" and the other is "theory".

Yan Zhenfeng opened the "theory" and soon, dense English appeared in front of everyone, occupying almost the whole projection cloth.

Yan Zhenfeng: "you can also do it in the next interview. There are pens and draft paper in the drawer. You can answer in strict accordance with iPho standards. You can use any language of English, French, German and Russian."

Jiang Fuyue and Huo Fanjin have stood one left and one right in front of the whiteboard, each holding a black marker.

Yan Zhenfeng: "there are 3 questions in total, with a total score of 30 and a time of 180 minutes."

Problem1 (question 1): asmallballwithmasm = 0.2kg restonavertical

The stem information is not complex, but the diagram given has a lot of hidden information, including several key parameters.

Jiang Fuyue spent two minutes reading the questions and looking at the pictures, then lifted the marker cap and began to answer on the whiteboard——

She drew a picture and named it (2)

WewillusenotationshowninFig2

Asnohorizontal... (since there is no horizontal force acting on the system ball + bullet, the system before and after collision...)

Mvo=mv+MV

So，

V=Vo-Mm

From conditions

After the collision

T=…

s=…

Jiang Fuyue writes very fast. Twenty six English letters are drawn smoothly from her pen like a concerto. In order to speed up the speed, there will be a large number of continuous strokes and some symbols and abbreviations that she can't understand at all.

Most importantly, she didn't have to draft!

At the lower left of the whiteboard, there is a specially framed draft area, equipped with an electric wipe switch, until the whole whiteboard is filled with formulas and numbers, and Jiang Fuyue has never used it once.

At the beginning of her writing, everyone in the audience sighed.

There are several groups of mockery——

"I suspect she started writing before she finished reading the topic. I really don't know whether to praise her courage or lack of heart?"

"I think it's silly. I'm too confident."

"Iron Han from the countryside is still interesting!"

"I don't think she can write a word. If she doesn't believe it, wait and see."

Thirty seconds later——

"Eh? She's actually answering questions in English. The format... Seems to be no problem."

"Is the speed of writing a little fast? How does it feel like scribbling?"

"But those formulas are not like nonsense..."

Two more minutes passed——

"Shit! She's going to finish the whole whiteboard. Is it true or false?"

"Huo Fanjin hasn't started yet, isn't it... Too far?"

"Doesn't she have to calculate?"

"IPho was made like a family by her..."

"Why can't I understand any of those ghost symbols?"

There has been a commotion on a small scale.

"Wait and see what the hell she's doing?"

Unfortunately, Jiang Fuyue didn't give them a chance to "wait" because——

"I've finished the first question."

Yan Zhenfeng paused at the tip of his pen. He was also doing this problem. Looking at the formula that had just started, and then at the dense whiteboard of Jiang Fuyue, he suddenly fell into great confusion——

I'm a teacher?

Is she a student?

Are you sure you're not kidding?

On the other side, Huo Fanjin, who didn't even open his pen cap: "

At this time, Jiang Fuyue spoke to Yan Zhenfeng again: "coach, I said I had finished writing. Please help me change a new whiteboard. I have to continue the second question."

"... ah? Oh!"

Change! Change it now!

And under the stage——

"Sleeping trough! She said she had finished?"

"Isn't it fake? I'm stupid to see Mr. Yan. I guess I haven't seen such a student who can pretend. Even I almost believe it..."

"Does she think iPho is 1 + 1 = 2? Funny!"