Chapter 798

The rules are very simple, and the game method of one person mentioning one number is also fair. Judging the advantages of the two systems by calculation speed is the most intuitive way, although it is somewhat one-sided.

However, the age gap between cute Amy and Fergie is too obvious. Even if Fergie wins under fair rules, it is estimated that this duel will not make him much famous. On the contrary, it may become a joke in his future.

The rules belong to McGrady. He also sent his daughter. Elma didn't go on the stage by himself, but let his disciple Feiqi come on the stage, which is a concession.

Of course, if Alma really plays by himself, it will really become a joke of the whole Nolan academic community.

Alma looked at Byron and said in a low voice, "now that the rules have been set and the people sent by both sides have been determined, let's start the duel."

The battle of decimal system has lasted for a long time. Although the situation is still under their control, with the constant momentum of the innovators, more and more people are trying to understand the decimal system and the so-called McMillan multiplication table.

This is not good news, so they must completely suppress this matter as soon as possible. If the proponents of this formula can personally admit that it is just a fabricated thing, it will undoubtedly be a devastating blow to the reformers.

Byron looked at McGonagall, nodded slightly and said, "OK, let's go."

MEG squatted down, looked at Amy and said with a smile, "Xiaomi, now you need to calculate an arithmetic problem, just do it according to the method taught by your father, and then say the answer out loud."

"Mmm, OK, Xiaomi is sure to win." Amy nodded confidently. During this time, she had to study arithmetic with her father for half an hour every day.

"Just weaned little boy, but also delusional to make a double-digit multiplication, it's a fool's dream." Elton turned his lips and looked at Amy with disdain. He dared to motivate McGonagall into the gamble. Naturally, he had absolute confidence. Fergie's computing speed was praised by him.

Moreover, the child is indeed a genius, and has not reached the upper limit. As long as he is always obedient, some of their old friends don't mind lifting him higher, and they may achieve higher achievements than them in the future.

"I'm Fitch." Fitch came up, looked at Amy, bent over and held out his hand to her, with a calm, gentlemanly look.

"I'm Amy." Amy looked up at Fitch and held out her hand.

But the little hand just reached half way, and was caught back by the big hand all the time.

Meg, who put Amy's little hand down again, looked at Fitch with a smile and said, "I think it's going to be an interesting fight."

"Yes, because you will lose to an opponent named Amy." Amy added with a serious face.

Fitch straightened up, looked at McGonagall and said with a smile, "I've always been looking forward to interesting duels, but it's always been hard to find one."

The middle-aged man, who had been the host before, came forward and said in a loud voice: "the contestants of both sides are in position. The two sides give each other a number, which is converted into decimal and hexadecimal respectively. Then the two contestants will calculate it. The one who gets the answer first wins!"

Someone has brought a pen and paper and two tables for Amy and Fitch. They are sitting back to back at a distance of three meters.

Amy gently put the duckling on the table and whispered, "duckling, you are not allowed to run or make noise. I only need a little while, or I will eat you."

"Meow ~"

The ugly duckling lay down on the table and gave a little cry.

Fitzgerald sat at the table with a calm expression. Just sitting there, he felt at ease. He was a trustworthy guy.

McGonagall also sent a pen and paper, thought about it, wrote 56 on the paper, and gave it to the host.

And Elma gave the host a piece of paper almost at the same time.

Soon someone converted the digits written by both sides into decimal and hexadecimal, and then handed them to Amy and Fitch respectively, announcing the official start of the calculation.

Amy looked at the two numbers on the paper and seemed a little dazed, as if she was scared, and didn't even pick up the quill.

After filch got the title, he brushed the feather pen in his hand and wrote it on the paper. The complicated formula and calculation data made people dizzy.

Alma looked at the two people sitting with their backs to each other, and a smile of satisfaction appeared on the corner of her mouth. "With Fitch's ability, it will take no more than an hour to work out this problem, and at that time, the little guy has been staring at the paper and fell asleep."

"Even the pen moves, it seems that you are ready to give up? It's so mean of this guy to push his daughter out as a shield. " The conservatives were all relieved. Originally, they were a little worried about whether McGonagall would really teach a little genius, but now it seems that this kind of worry is totally unnecessary.

There is probably no more powerful arithmetic genius in the world than Fitch. Even if there is one, it can never be the three-year-old half elf.

"Why doesn't she write?"

The reformers are also a little worried. Originally, MEG sent Amy to remind them. Now Amy's performance is more like a negative competition, putting the cat on the table and staring at the cat. Can he calculate well?

"Did Amy even learn how to multiply two digits?" Luna looks at Amy with nervous expression. After all, it takes at least a whole day for her to solve a two digit multiplication of hexadecimal.

Three months ago, Amy couldn't even remember the numbers. In the past three months, how could a three-year-old with a child master such a profound calculation.

Luna's eyes fell on McGonagall, who was standing on one side. Looking at the faint smile on his face, her nervous mood relaxed a lot.

"Yes, three months ago, Amy couldn't even count. But two months ago, she learned to multiply one digit numbers. With Mr. McGonagall, nothing seems impossible." There was a new smile on Luna's face.

The hall was quiet, only the rustle of Fitch's quill pen on the paper. Time seemed to become very slow and tense.

"16 * 56 = 896, so the answer is 896."

Less than half a minute later, Amy, who seemed to be in a daze, suddenly whispered to herself. Then she grabbed the quill pen on the table and wrote down three numbers on the paper.

Put down the pen, holding the ugly duckling up, turned and looked at the flying, said with a smile: "I've figured it out, you lost!"