Quick wear: spoil the villain as a stand-in

Chapter 173 No one doesn't like studying, right? (58)

The full score of the Chinese Mathematical Olympiad is 126 points, which is actually the same as the number of questions in the International Mathematical Olympiad (imo), but the scores are scaled up.

The teacher leading the team was also a little nervous at this time, but he didn't show it.

Instead, he pretended to be calm, and comforted everyone while entering the test number: "It's okay, it's okay, I've come here, and it's not a loss now."

I don't know if he said this to comfort himself or to comfort others.

The way to check the scores is according to the test number, and their test number is the ranking of the last competition.

No.1 is Feng Qizhe, and No.2 is Lingyang.

When the teacher leading the team entered the student number into the query bar, the page paused, and the score appeared.

"...126! That's a perfect score!"

Feng Qizhen nodded calmly, obviously not too surprised by this result.

Lingyang gave a "tsk" and said, "I should be lower than you this time, and the answer to the last question seems to be wrong."

As Lingyang's voice fell, her grades also came out——

125.

It should be the only place where she said it was wrong.

"It's outrageous, how can someone get full marks on such a difficult question?"

"Scholar is like this...Even if it is such a difficult question, he can easily estimate his own score."

The other students in the back almost bit their small handkerchiefs, feeling that they were annihilated by the brilliance of the god of learning.

Han Zhao was a bit stiff in the outer areas. Since the incident in the imperial capital, other people in the competition class were vaguely isolated from him. Although Han Zhao was not usually close to them, seeing this It was the first time I felt such obvious disgust without even saying hello.

Han Zhao didn't think he was at fault, and guessed that it had something to do with the conflict between him and Feng Qizhen.

In his heart, he scolded his classmates as fools who were greedy for vanity - Feng Qizhe bought him a meal.

But now, he didn't care about those things anymore, the scores of the two people in front of him obviously stimulated him.

No.3 is experimental, and the score dropped directly to 116 points.

And No.4 is him... He did not perform well this time, and he doesn't know what the results will be.

"Hiss..." The teacher leading the team took a light breath after clicking on Han Zhao's grades page.

The people around also fell silent.

— 92 points.

Han Zhao only scored 92 points in the test.

His results in the provincial competition are very good, with a full score of 124, and he has never scored lower than 110 in practice. He is one of the seed players in the eyes of the teacher.

But this time, he only got 92 in the test. Although the paper is indeed more difficult this time, Han Zhao must have made too much of a mistake!

Han Zhao stood where he was, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him from head to toe, and he was stunned.

how can that be?

Because the exam questions were difficult this time, the students didn't answer the answers immediately after they came down. They went to the imperial capital for dinner that night, and later played in the capital, so they forgot when they were busy.

A score of 92 shows that Han Zhao made some mistakes without knowing it, and he didn't even check it out.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere became frozen for a while.

The teacher leading the team continued to check the grades of the next person step by step... 113.

Everyone is within a reasonable range of fluctuations, and only Han Zhao has Waterloo.

Everyone's grades have been checked, and only ten people scored below [-] points, which can be regarded as quite good grades.

"I called and asked other provinces, and they don't seem to have full marks this year, not even 125... If I guess correctly, you two should be the first and second in the country this year." The teacher who led the team said a little excitedly , this result is too good, it made him feel that he is blessed.

Everyone also congratulated one after another, being able to be in the same team as the first and second is actually quite proud from a certain point of view.

And because the results have come out, things have become a foregone conclusion. Most people's results are in line with their expectations.

So instead, they all breathed a sigh of relief and became more relaxed.

Han Zhao watched the crowd laughing, and suddenly became angry.

He strode out, and deliberately turned sideways when passing by Feng Qizhen, trying to bump into him, but Ling Yang pinched his shoulder.

The little girl raised her head and looked at him with a smile: "The door is over there."

Han Zhao: "..."

If he wasn't of a forbearing character at this time, he would probably have already fought with Ling Yang.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and then turned their heads one after another. Even the teacher who led the team just opened his mouth and said softly, "Student Han Zhao, please relax..."

He was originally a male teacher, so it was fine for him to teach, but it was really difficult for him to comfort his classmates.

Han Zhao was not comforted by these words at all, his back froze, he closed the door heavily and walked out.

Not long after he went out, someone's laughter suddenly broke out in the room.

It seems that his presence interferes with other people's happiness.
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After the results came a long and boring awards ceremony.

Feng Qizhe and Ling Yang really took the first place and second place. They stood on the stage with No.3, making the No.3 boy feel that he was shining.

To participate in a math league and be fed dog food? ?

After the league, there is a winter camp. The top [-] players from the league are selected to enter the camp for training. Among them, the top six, or those selected by the teacher, will have the opportunity to represent the country in the competition.

In the task instructions, Han Zhao was lucky enough to make it all the way to the winter camp, but his level was still not strong enough, so he failed to become a member of the national team.

But it was enough to qualify him for a walk.

But now Han Zhao...

A score of 92 points is not enough in the national rankings, not to mention recommended to the top schools, and it is hard to say whether he is qualified or not.

As for Lingyang and Feng Qizhe, they naturally wanted to stay in the capital to continue participating in the winter camp. They also brought their luggage here before this time. The winter camp was rather urgent this time, so the two of them simply did not return to Qincheng. Instead, stay here.

The results of the National League soon spread to Qincheng. The No. [-] Middle School specially hung two banners, one announcing the number of gold medals this time, and the other clearly writing the words "National No. [-] Scholar" and "No. [-]".

Lu Qi rode his motorcycle to school as usual.

Looking at the words on the banner, she couldn't help but stop the car.

Lu Qi has a lot of contacts in fighting, but she really doesn't pay much attention to her studies. Even Han Zhao failed the exam this time, she only listened to what other people said.

Hearing the news for the first time, Lu Qi wanted to be angry as usual, but suddenly he was relieved.

The students from Experiment and No. [-] Middle School do not have such a good family background as the students from No. [-] Middle School. Many of them are similar to Han Zhao. Others did not perform abnormally in this competition... On the contrary, Han Zhao, as long as he passed the test, he would say that if he had Feng Qizhe What is the condition of him.

Now Lu Qi, who has completely lost the filter for Han Zhao, has completely given up.

So after she was relieved, she couldn't help but want to laugh a little.

[The luck value of the son of luck has dropped below [-] points, and the halo of luck has been deprived. 】

At the same time, the winter camp was in dire straits, Ling Yang heard the cold announcement in his mind, and gently pinched his earlobe.

(End of this chapter)