City: Reject the marriage proposal of the sick senior sister at the beginning

Seeing Xiao Qi's appearance, Bai Yi's defense gradually dissipated.

After swiping the campus card and entering the library, although there were not as many people as Bai Yi imagined on the first floor, almost all the seats were filled.

"The content of the checkpoint is ancient Chinese poetry. There are [-] questions in the first floor, and [-] questions need to be answered correctly..."

Seeing the introduction about breaking through, Bai Yi directly inserted the campus card without hesitation.

During the second ten consecutive draws, the ancient Chinese poetry experience pack he had drawn finally came into play.

"Is that Bai Yi who just transferred to our school?"

"Yes, it proved the four-color conjecture."

The two teachers who were on duty on the first floor of the library today whispered.

"This kid is really good at mathematics, isn't he a bit reluctant in ancient poetry?"

"Mathematics is exhausting. He probably doesn't have that much time to memorize ancient poems."

"Then if he can't even enter the second floor, will his confidence be hit?"

"possible."

The two teachers looked at each other, then nodded in unison.

"Big goose! Come here!"

The two of them waved to Mo Yanxing, the president of the Huaxia Poetry Society who had just entered the library.

"What's wrong, teacher..."

Seeing the anxious expressions of the two teachers, Mo Yanxing scratched his head and hurried over.

"Dayan, he is Bai Yi."

A teacher pointed to Bai Yi who was about to answer the question and said.

"Ah, so handsome?"

Mo Yanxing was taken aback for a moment.

Although Bai Yi's clothes are very casual, even though Bai Yi's hair is messy, but...

so handsome?

He took another look.

"Oh, don't care if he is handsome or not, you have to help him later."

Another teacher pulled him over and whispered.

"What's the matter?"

Mo Yanxing tested his ears.

Although he looks gentle and his name is quite poetic, but his speech has a smell of scumbag that makes people laugh...

"Bai Yi can prove the four-color conjecture at such a young age. He must have studied mathematics in elementary school. How can he have time to memorize ancient poems?"

"The first test is all about ancient envoys. If he doesn't even pass the first test, can he doubt himself?"

"It can't hurt Bai Yi's confidence. In a few days, he will represent Huaxia to prove the four-color conjecture in front of internationally renowned mathematics masters."

"So you go and help him and let him pass the first level."

The two teachers spoke one sentence at a time.

"what……"

Mo Yanxing nodded in a sudden realization.

"Okay, put it on me!"

With a big wave of his hand, he walked towards Bai Yi in stride.

At this time, Bai Yi also understood that the instrument was ready to start answering questions.

"Not only do you need to know, but you also need to write every word correctly..."

Looking at the topic in front of him, Bai Yi licked his lips.

Chapter 106 Young man, would you like to join us?

He thought that the fifty questions were all in the form of multiple choice questions, but he didn't expect that they would give you the first sentence or the next sentence for you to fill in the blanks like high school Chinese questions.

"The previous sentence of the autumn water grows the sky and the same color..."

Seeing the first question came out, Bai Yi reacted for a while and wrote it without any obstacles.

Although he has already used the Huaxia Ancient Poetry Experience Pack, it still takes a little time to judge which one is correct from so many poems in his mind.

"good."

Mo Yanxing, who was wandering beside Bai Yi with a random book from the bookshelf, saw that Bai Yi didn't get stuck, so he wrote the character "Luoxia and Lonely Bird Flying Together", and nodded appreciatively.

"Take a long breath to cover up your tears..."

Bai Yi glanced to the side while writing.

He always felt that the person next to him who was reading "Postpartum Care of Sows" with a frown always looked at him from time to time...

scary...

Bai Yi licked his lips.

"The frost is heavy, the drums are heavy and the cold is cold..."

Without further distraction, Bai Yi concentrated on writing.

He didn't write fast, but the feeling that he had everything in his head was really cool.

"It's pretty amazing..."

Mo Yanxing on the side narrowed his eyes slightly.

Bai Yi has filled in ten correctly in a row without getting stuck.

Although those ancient poems are indeed very basic, and Bai Yi has just finished the college entrance examination, and his memory of the third year of high school is still there, but you must know that Bai Yi may be able to prove the four-color conjecture.

The capacity of the human brain is only so small. It is really amazing to be able to memorize so many ancient poems while storing so much mathematical knowledge.

"It's amazing..."

Seeing that Bai Yi had been right twenty times before he knew it, the admiration in Mo Yanxing's eyes grew stronger.

"But sure enough, the speed still slowed down."

Seeing that after twenty, the topic of breaking through the level is not limited to high school ancient poems, so Mo Yanxing invited his voice.

Finally it's time for me to play.

"It's really difficult..."

At this time, Bai Yi, who had already entered the state of answering questions, hadn't noticed Mo Yanxing yet.

The [-] questions he answered correctly just now seemed to be put up to warm up the students.

The following ancient poems instantly became more difficult.

Although Bai Yi would do it too, he took longer to think about it.

"Cough cough Three Gorges...cough..."

"The sun and the moon are flooded by the towers of the Three Gorges."

"Well, cough cough, August Xiao...cough cough..."

"August Xiaoguan said..."

Bai Yi wrote slowly while recalling the title of the poem and the name of the author.

But whenever he thinks a little longer...

The old man next to him holding "Postpartum Care of Sows" has a very...weird expression...

Then he coughed crazily, as if he was covering up something...

"Is something wrong..."

Bai Yi looked at him calmly.

"hiss……"

Mo Yanxing was also puzzled in his heart.

Even though he has passed the sixth floor and is ready to challenge the seventh floor again these days, he cannot guarantee that he will know all the ancient poems on the first floor...

But why Bai Yi...

Why can I write it every time without waiting for his reminder...

"Is it that great?"

Mo Yanxing raised his eyes.

Coincidentally, he happened to catch eyes with Bai Yi.

"Ah, ahaha, ahem, this sow needs about a day of recovery after giving birth, and then..."

When Bai Yi noticed that Mo Yanxing reacted very quickly, he picked up the book he had just taken off the shelf, and then read it in a low voice, frowning and pretending to be thinking.

Although he realized that the book he was holding was weird, but in order not to be discovered by Bai Yi, he still pretended to be it.

"Then...the daily food intake needs to be kept at...in...what kind of book..."

Seeing that Bai Yi was still looking at him strangely, Mo Yanxing couldn't read any more.

With a wry smile, he put the "Postpartum Management of Sows" back on the bookshelf.

"My name is Mo Yanxing."

Although he was discovered and he was in such an embarrassing situation, Mo Yanxing did not show any restraint, instead, he took the initiative to reach out his hand to Bai Yi.

"Bai Yi."

"It's okay, I'll take a walk, you can answer what you want."

The time limit for answering the question is coming soon, Mo Yanxing hastily reminded him.

"……Row……"

The corner of Bai Yi's mouth twitched.

Although this Mo Yanxing's behavior is very weird, but there should be no malicious intentions...

After all, from the perspective of the system, he didn't have any negative emotions at all.

"It's of no use to me at all..."

Seeing that Bai Yi had already answered 27 questions, Mo Yanxing scratched his head, then walked back to the door.

"How? Did it help?"

"Teacher, I don't think Bai Yi's level of ancient poetry is below mine at all..."

Mo Yanxing smiled wryly.

"That's why you're being modest..."

Hearing Mo Yanxing's words, the two teachers looked at each other and heaved a sigh of relief.

Mo Yanxing, as the president of the Ancient Poetry Club in his senior year, is expected to hit the seventh floor of the library. Saying this means that Bai Yi will definitely pass the first floor, but it is a bit exaggerated if his level is not below him at all...

"I'll go take a look."

Unable to hold back his curiosity, Mo Yanxing trotted quietly to Bai Yi's side again.

"Uh……"

"Haha, I'm strolling."

He thought he didn't make any noise this time, but Bai Yi still found out.

"I admire your operation."

Faced with Bai Yi's weird gaze, Mo Yanxing cleared his throat and said.