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"What is this... what is this..." The student-looking girl sat on the ground blankly, and finally couldn't help crying: "What are we going to do about this?"

Qiao Que regained his breath and glared at that Brother Wu.

The fat man's face was also a little ugly, and his body was still in a retreating posture. When the girl shouted, he came back to his senses, stood up straight and looked away, and was meeting Qiao Que's eyes.

He grinned contemptuously, showing his cigarette teeth, the flesh on his face trembled with the fat on his stomach, and said, "What are you looking at?"

Qiao Que was not provoked, and still stared at him seriously: "I saw it, you pushed him out."

Fatty didn't feel guilty at all, he smacked his lips and sneered: "I didn't push it. The little boy with no hair on his face is lying and not drafting! Do you have evidence?"

He talked right and wrong with empty teeth, but did not change his face: "Besides, this man is not a good bird. He killed a girl with his own hands just now. Don't tell me that you all forgot. If you want me to say, this is God's will. He died It's just right, if he doesn't die, who knows who will be killed next. Anyway, I won't be teammates with this kind of person."

"Even if he is full of evil, you can't just push him out like this! That's human life!" Hearing what he said, Li Pengcheng shouted angrily without knowing what happened.

"Oh, what a strong Buddha's light, I'm so scared." The fat man's triangular eyes flashed fierceness, he approached Qiao Que, stared at him for a while, and said fiercely: "Don't say I didn't Push, what's the matter if I push? He won't die, you guys know what happens if you step on the wrong square? Boy, let me tell you..." He stretched out his hand and wanted to slap Qiao Que in the face and say something harsh, but he didn't expect to say nothing As he exited, a hand stretched out from the side pinched his wrist tightly.

Jiang Luchi blocked Qiao Que behind him, and held the fat man's arm expressionlessly. His arm was like iron tongs. No matter how hard he struggled, it didn't shake at all.

The fat man didn't pay much attention to Jiang Luchi at first, but at this moment he couldn't help but get frustrated, his eyes turned between Jiang Luchi's cold face and Qiao Que who was behind him, narrowed his triangular eyes, and said maliciously: "So that's how it is." As he said that, he retracted his hand and stopped entanglement.

Huang Wenxi's heart returned to his stomach, and he pulled Qiao Que away from the fat man, before saying, "Little Qiao, don't be as knowledgeable as that kind of person."

Qiao Que had been staring at Brother Wu, and then he looked away, nodded, and said obediently, "I know Sister Huang."

Huang Wenxi felt relieved when he saw that he was not in any mood, and then looked at the situation in the stands worriedly, and said, "It seems that what Boss means is that as long as we make a wrong square, we will suffer the same 'punishment' as just now."

Gao Bo squatted on the ground to look at the dividing line between the grids, boldly stretched his hand across it, touched the gray brick surface on the other side with his fingers, and immediately withdrew his hand as soon as he touched it, nothing happened.

He felt that he was a bit stupid, so he stood up and looked around: "As far as we are standing, there are only three directions: front, left, and right. Since the black piece has been proven to be not the correct route, we only need to move on the left and right. Choose one of the two, 50% probability... without any hint, is this asking us to gamble with our lives?"

"No." Qiao Que kept gesticulating in the palm of his hand: "No. From where we are standing to the stage, it is a rectangle composed of 5×4 squares. Suppose we are standing on a 4-3 , the position of the red button is 1-3, you can only go forward, you can’t go back, and each grid has three directions to choose from. This is not a problem of probability, it should be... a problem of dynamic programming algorithm! The maliciousness of this thug, It's definitely not as simple as 50 percent or one-third."

Gao Bo's expression froze: "...huh?" I may be mentally retarded.

Qiao Que calculated quickly in his mind, and finally pointed to the direction of the red button with certainty, speaking quickly: "You think, Boss was vague, only saying that what is under each grid cannot be determined. It never said that each grid has only One direction is the safe direction, which is the inertia of our own thinking! It is entirely possible that there may be situations where all 3 are safe or 0 are safe and all must retreat and start again. What’s more, it is currently impossible to determine whether the grid will move according to our progress The routes are dynamically changing. Worst case scenario...mathematically, there are a total of...well...5426443 routes from here to there."

Crowd: ...

Qiao Que himself was frightened by the calculated results, and then bowed his head to calculate, and after confirming that the data was correct, he continued: "This is only the half of the calculation, and the other half on the other side of the stage is not counted, otherwise it will be more complicated and changeable. If we treat it as a gamble, we will lose! It’s really disgusting!” Then, for fear that they might not believe it, he emphasized again: “Really! I’m not talking nonsense.”

Everyone who was stunned by what he said lowered their heads and made gestures with their hands before they gradually came to understand.The student-looking girl stared wide-eyed and exclaimed, "Little brother, are you from the mathematics department?"

Qiao Que shook his head: "I study politics. International relations."

The girl was stunned: "Politics?! Is the Department of Politics so demanding now? If I remember correctly, this is an advanced algorithm in mathematics or programming!" I heard that every exam will kill more than half of the people!Why are you majoring in politics!It hurts so much!

Qiao Que chuckled, a little happy to be praised, and didn't speak.

He didn't go to elementary school or junior high school. He only hired a few tutors to teach the contents of compulsory education textbooks at home.The tutor once praised him for being smart, but they were told by the family to pay attention to his illness and not dare to provoke him, so they just taught him according to the rules. When he was 16 years old, his grandparents died in a car accident. Qiao Xi returned to China, and he was taken back to Qiao's house.Overseas high-end nursing homes do not accept minors, and Qiao Xi wanted to let him get in touch with school life, so he was transferred to the best high school in S City for him, and he went directly to the second year of high school.

It was then that Qiao Que was surprised to find that all the topics taught in the school were too simple for him.After he entered school, he was the first in grade and never had anyone else's name.This never-before-seen sense of accomplishment made him immediately fall in love with learning, like a little sponge thrown into the middle of the Pacific Ocean, quickly absorbing all kinds of knowledge.

In Qiao Que's third year of high school, Qiao Xi was so busy that he couldn't see anyone every day. His grandparents were gone, and his master and uncle could only teach him how to cultivate immortals. The teacher was beaten by Qiao Xi, and he only regarded him as a genius boy with mental problems. What? I dare not say.No one told him how to choose a major. The only thought in his head was to become a diplomat, so he naturally filled in the major of international politics.

It was only when he went to college that he realized that he might be the most talented in mathematics.

It's all the loss of young age and lack of love!I don't know if I can change my major in my junior year, Qiao Que was distracted thinking.