Chapter 73： Not a bad answer

Chapter 73 A good answer

“Pangtuan, it doesn’t matter whether you win or lose, you are at ease.” Mudan bent down and warned.

"Yes, don't stress."

"Come on, Fatty, my aunts are optimistic about you."

Xiang Minghou bent down: "Your aunt is right, winning or losing is not important, what we are competing for is our mood."

"Father, aunt, don't worry. Although I have never been to school, I have seen the world. Master Song is different. All he saw was the small Loushan Academy." Ye Qianning could not speak yet. I forgot about Master Song.

"Hahahahaha, stay calm in times of crisis, okay, this temper is just like your father and mine." Xiang Minghou laughed.

Mr. Song was so angry that his brain ached, so he just let you say a few words and knelt down from the mountain gate to see that you could still laugh.

Qian Fanji clasped his hands in his sleeves and looked at everything in front of him indifferently, with a trace of doubt in his indifferent eyes. He had seen Ye Qianning's acupuncture technique in Prince Helian's Mansion.

He is experienced and neat, and his techniques are calm. He is calmer than the imperial doctors in the palace who are over fifty years old. At this time, facing the master of Loushan Academy, he calmly said that he was more knowledgeable.

The six-year-old baby didn't panic at all. He couldn't help but wonder, could she really win?

Master Song is recognized as an academic genius in Beili and has a high prestige. There are very few people in the world who can surpass him. How could she win?

Not long after, Professor Fang finished preparing the tables, chairs and pens. Ye Qianning and Master Song each took a seat.

Before Dean Chen started writing the topic, he glanced at Ye Qianning. Would he like the six-year-old to be simpler?

"The dean looked down upon me because he was younger than me." As if he knew what dean Chen meant, Ye Qianning raised her head and smiled sweetly.

Dean Chen laughed loudly when he saw this: "You are a ghost."

What Xiaowawa said is that age is not the essence that defines a person's ability. Since competitions are big or small, they must be taken seriously.

Ye Qianning looked at the questions. Although they were in traditional Chinese, she could still understand the numbers. These questions were easy for her.

Modern calculation methods are many times more advanced than those of ancient times. In their eyes, mathematical geniuses, no matter how profound they are, are at most high school level.

Of course, those clumsy calculation methods are not as fast as elementary school multiplication tables.

For people with special abilities, knowledge, speed, identification, decomposition, and photographic memory are all the most basic training methods. There are many places where it is impossible to carry any high technology. If you want to reproduce it perfectly, it is memory.

With just one glance, Ye Qianning directly stated the result of the question without even starting to write.

"This..." Dean Chen was shocked.

Master Song had just received the question, and before he started writing, Ye Qianning had already spoken out the answer.

Mr. Gu also looked confused: "Old Chen, right?"

Dean Chen wrote down the topic casually. He had to calculate it himself whether it was correct or not. He picked up the pen and calculated it by himself, and the answer he came up with was exactly the same as what Ye Qianning said -!

"Yes, one point is good." Dean Chen finished the calculation, and the hand holding the brush was shaking.

Mr. Gu's eyes widened in shock: "This doll... this doll..."

There was also a lot of surprise hidden in Qian Fanji's pupils. One glance, just one glance. How did she calculate?

"Daughter, are you...really right?" Xiang Minghou had no intention of winning at first, but now his daughter knows the answer without even calculating. It's amazing.

"Little baby, please do the math." Dean Chen wrote a long piece of paper on the rice paper and handed it to Ye Qianning. (End of this chapter)