An Athlete Held up by an Entertainment Career

With a confident smile on Min Yang's face, he asked, "Then what are we talking about?"

The other five turned their attention to the director team.All six of them have to participate in the game, and it will be unfair for anyone to make a question.

The director thought for a while and said, "There are just six of you, why not use the square root of six, infinite and non-recurring decimals, one number and one line of poetry."

The bullet screen was silent for a moment, and then dense numbers of ellipsis drifted past.

"???"

"What kind of speech is this from a straight man of science?"

"It's the first time I saw Feihua Ling use the root sign as an irrational number..."

"I thought I would choose common images like wind, flowers, snow and moon as the topic. I'm sorry I underestimated you."

"This director is a bit cute"

Soon, the staff of the program team brought the question board, on which was written the calculation result of the square root of six, up to hundreds of decimal places: 2.4494897427832...

The six people confirmed the order of the next poems. Hou Yingfan was the first to recite the poem, with the number two as the title: "The grass grows and the warbler flies to the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke when brushing the embankment."

Next came Min Yang, who took the number four as the title: "The rooftop is [-] feet long, and it is about to fall to the southeast."

The old man Yu Feipeng is still the number four: "There are sounds from all sides, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke sets and the sun sets and the city is closed."

Ying Wenlin: "Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days."

Fan Menghua: "Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers weigh down the branches."

"The poems I speak seem to have been learned"

"There are hundreds of poems in reserve, it is enough to play this"

"This thing doesn't just need to be able to memorize poems. The storage capacity is one aspect, and being able to call it flexibly is another aspect. When you look at these poems and are familiar with them, it really makes you think in a short time, and you may not necessarily be able to think of them."

"It will be Xu Qiao soon, let's see how many rounds he can reach"

"Isn't Xu Qiao a master of science and engineering? Playing poetry?"

"What's wrong with the science and engineering department, our little brothers in the science and engineering college are all good at literature and art, okay?"

The more people playing Feihua, the more difficult it is, because the poems that I think of may be said by my opponent before I have time to say them.So not only must you call up the required lines from memory, but you must also pay attention to which lines your opponent says.

Xu Qiao's reserves of poetry may not be comparable to Hou Yingfan and others, but he has his own set of memory methods. When needed, he can quickly retrieve relevant poems.

Xu Qiao glanced at the question board and saw that the number eight was reached: "Mu Wang and his eight horses are always on the go, looking overseas for the long sun and the moon."

"Which poem is this from?"

"I'm a bit unfamiliar with this poem, it should be about the picture of eight steeds."

After six people answered a round, the staff crossed out the first six numbers.

Hou Yingfan looked at the numbers behind, and blurted out without thinking: "A letter from the morning to Jiuchongtian, and Chaozhou Road to eight thousand in the evening."

……

When it was Xu Qiao's turn again, it was still the number eight: "The Huai River is clear at the foot of Bagong Mountain, and the white-faced man is among thousands of riders."

You come and I go, the first few rounds were relatively easy, and the six people spoke verses smoothly and freely.

It wasn't until the fifty digits after the decimal point, that is, the ninth round, that the speed of everyone's poetry reciting did not show a downward trend.

When it reaches seventy decimal places, the poems about numbers that are most common and familiar to the general public at this time are said to be almost the same.To continue further, it is necessary to retrieve it in memory.

The first one to be eliminated was Ying Wenlin, a master of folk music. When he faced the number seven, he thought about it for a long time. Everything he could think of had been said before, so he shook his head helplessly.

At this point, there are only five players left in the game.

"I thought Xu Qiao would be the first to be eliminated."

"I didn't expect that people's science subjects are against the sky, and their poetry reserves are not low..."

At one hundred decimal places, dance artist Fan Menghua said with a smile: "I can't answer, you can continue."

At this time, Hou Yingfan, the vice president of the Poetry Association, Yu Feipeng, a master of calligraphy and painting, and Xu Qiao Minyang, two witnesses of the inheritance of the national style, were left.

When it reached 110 decimal places, Min Yang obviously got stuck.He looked at Xu Qiao and frowned slightly.

It was his turn that the number was three, but all the poems about three that he could think of in his mind had been said. After a while, Min Yang managed to read out a sentence: "The sun shines three times, the spring is warm, and the flowers bloom thousands of miles red."

After all, he was relieved.

The next person is Mr. Yu Feipeng. He was not in a hurry to answer the question, and looked at Min Yang with a smile: "If I remember correctly, what you just said was a couplet, not a poem."

Min Yang froze for a moment.

The program group searched the sentence that Min Yang just read on Baidu, and after confirming that it was a couplet and not a poem, Min Yang clenched his fists secretly, feeling a little annoyed that Yu Feipeng had let him down.

Min Yang sighed, with a helpless and decent smile on his face: "I can't think of anything else, you guys continue."

"It's a pity Min Yang"

"But it's a little hard to see him. If the "three" is right, I probably won't be able to go for a few rounds."

"Little brother looks so pretty when he smiles, spring wind turns into rain"

Now, Hou Yingfan, Yu Feipeng and Xu Qiao are left.

Fan Menghua looked at Xu Qiao curiously, and whispered to Wen Lin, "Xu Qiao is quite amazing."

Ying Wenlin nodded: "Indeed."

Watching the three of them continue to write verses, Fan Menghua pushed the hair that fell on her cheeks behind her ears, and asked, "Who do you think will win?"

Ying Wenlin looked at the three people on the field. Mr. Yu Feipeng had outstanding achievements in calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, and he had extensive knowledge of traditional culture, and he did not show obvious strenuous state at present.

But Hou Yingfan is the vice president of the Poetry Association, and there are many games such as Poetry Solitaire, Poetry Clock, and Flying Flower Ling held by the Association on weekdays. He must have an advantage in this regard.

As for Xu Qiao...Ying Wenlin looked at him a few more times, and there was more interest in his eyes.

I didn't pay attention to him before I came here, but now it seems that it is not a small surprise.

Compared with Hou Yingfan's ability to blurt out poems with ease, his speed was slower, but it was steady. Ying Wenlin couldn't control how many rounds Xu Qiao could continue.

He pondered for a while, and said his thoughts truthfully: "I'm not sure, it's hard to say."

Fan Menghua raised her eyebrows, a little surprised by Wenlin's answer, and turned to look at Min Yang: "Min Yang, what do you think?"

Min Yang didn't hesitate at all: "I think it's Teacher Hou."

The audience also discussed in the barrage.

"There is no suspense about this, Hou Yingfan is the vice president of the Poetry Association after all."

"I think it's possible for Mr. Yu to win too. The old man is very well educated."

"However, I didn't expect Xu Qiao, a science student, to take so many rounds. The poems he said are not very well-known, and the reserve of poems is definitely not low."

After reaching the 150th place, facing the number seven, Yu Feipeng pondered for a moment and shook his head.

There was an uproar in the barrage, I didn't expect that Mr. Yu would be eliminated before Xu Qiao.

At this moment, only Hou Yingfan and Xu Qiao were left.

With only two people left, the pace is much faster.

The two of you come and go, and the numbers advance rapidly.

"Hou Yingfan is sure to win. It's as if you don't need to think about it when you blurt it out. It's much slower to look at Xu Qiao."

"Xu Qiao's ability to take so many rounds is already amazing."

"Xu Qiao isn't too slow, she speaks at a leisurely pace."

At 210 decimal places, Hou Yingfan got stuck for the first time and thought for four or five seconds before giving out the poem.

When she reached the 250th place, Hou Yingfan got stuck more and more times, and the state of ease gradually disappeared.

On the other hand, Xu Qiao still spoke neither fast nor slow.Not competing to be the first, and not being strenuous, makes people a little uncertain.

There were more than 270 people, and Hou Yingfan met the number six: "The grass shop is six or seven miles across the field, and the flute plays the evening wind three or four times."

The staff communicated in a low voice, and reminded: "Mr. Hou, Mr. Yu said this poem before."

Hou Yingfan began to sweat on his forehead, his expression was obviously a little nervous, and he immediately added: "It's not the autumn scenery, see ten 56."

Game continues.

Then move forward, and the contrast between the two states becomes a bit obvious.

"I'll go, look at this, won't Xu Qiaoying?"

"This flying flower order is too long, it's almost three hundred places after the decimal point."

At the [-]th place, Hou Yingfan read out the poem with difficulty: "Looking at the bright moon together should weep, and the hearts of the five places are the same overnight."

He waited nervously for Xu Qiao to pick up.

However, Xu Qiao's voice did not sound for a long time.

He's finally starting to get tired?Hou Yingfan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.Xu Qiao has been in a very stable state until now, and he has not seen any signs of decline, which made his mentality a little broken.

In his field of expertise, Hou Yingfan has a strong desire to win and lose, and he no longer regards this as a game, but a competition.Originally, he was a little distracted, worried that he would really lose today, but Xu Qiao couldn't answer, so he let go of that worry.

If Xu Qiao also starts to get stuck, he has the hope of winning.Hou Yingfan couldn't accept that a layman beat him in the professional field, it was too incompetent to accept.

"Xu Qiao got stuck?"

"It's been more than ten seconds and I still haven't connected, should the judgment fail?"

"Why is the program group silent?"

At this time, when the camera turned, the audience watching the live broadcast saw that there were no numbers on the question board.

The staff smiled wryly. Who would have thought that everyone would play a flying flower order, and they would receive [-] players abruptly, and the winner would not be decided yet.

Their program team is happy to see this situation, and hope that Xu Qiao and Hou Yingfan can decide the winner, and the editing will be very topical when the time comes.

but……

What is the three hundred digits after the decimal point of the root number 6 that can’t be searched on Baidu!

The calculator in the mobile phone can only be accurate to eight or nine decimal places. The staff Baidu took a long time to open the calculation result of the square root of 6, and at most they found an answer accurate to three hundred decimal places.

No matter how many, I can't find it all over the Internet.

It is a bit embarrassing that Feihua Ling, entitled "Root Number 6", cannot continue.

"What should I say...it turns out there is no problem"

"Then who wins and loses now?"

"It looks like Xu Qiao has a better chance of winning..."

"I don't think it's necessary to compare again. Chairman Hou is still strong."

Hou Yingfan was a little disappointed knowing that it wasn't Xu Qiao who got stuck.But when I think about it, this is also good, so there is no need to compare.

The staff discussed it and walked up to the two of them: "Well, because we can't find a number with [-] digits after the six decimal point of the square root, so..."

Just as he was about to propose a tie, Xu Qiao smiled, "Do you have a computer?"

Interrupted staff member: "?"

Xu Qiao moved her fingers, and her smile faded: "Make a program, and you can calculate it."

Hou Yingfan: "??"

Barrage:"???"

"...It suddenly occurred to me that this man is a master of science."

"No, it doesn't matter if he understands mathematics and physics, but also programming???"

"Programming has something to do with mathematics itself. Many programming masters have a background in mathematics."