"Wait a minute," I'll get it. "Luo Nanqiu was quick and wise - find a difficult problem.
After a while, he came out of the room with this math problem set.
Luo Nanqiu put the problem set on the table, pointed to a function above to solve the problem and said to Jiang Mo, "Look, this is it."
Jiang Mo leaned over and saw that the problem was indeed quite difficult, but with Luo Nanqiu's IQ, he didn't even have an idea to solve the problem. No matter how he looked at it... it didn't look like he couldn't do it.
Anyway, I only wrote a "solution" word and a colon to look fake.
Certainly haven't even started thinking yet.
Maybe you haven't even read the question yet.
Take a closer look at this pen and ink have not yet dried, estimate that it has not been written for long.
Jiang. Detective Conan Mo has seen through everything.
He pretended to watch it seriously for a while, but in the end he didn't expose the flawed lie: "You don't know this?"
"No, I'm not sure which is the correct solution." Luo Nanqiu started talking nonsense with his eyes open.
It sounds like that at first glance.
But anyone with a bit of brains can think of this. It's ridiculous to say that you're not sure which solution is not written.
Luo Nanqiu also discovered the loophole in this sentence after speaking, and wanted to take advantage of Jiang Mo's time to refine his words and quickly divert his attention: "So, do this again, and then compare mine with yours."
Jiang Mo pretended to be fooled without changing his face: "Okay."
In fact, I was thinking about what Luo Nanqiu wanted to do.
"Draft paper, pen. Here you are." Luo Nanqiu took out two pens and two blank draft papers from the dark compartment on the sofa, and handed a copy to Jiang Mo.
Jiang Mo took it and began to solve the problem with a heavy heart.
I have to say that this question is really difficult, and there is no way to solve it absentmindedly. Jiang Mo simply didn't want to think about it, concentrated on thinking, and the tip of the pen fluttered on the draft paper.
Luo Nanqiu was also concentrating on solving the problem, but compared to Jiang Mo's focused expression, he looked very lazy.
I saw that he propped up his head, first drew a random sketch, then sketched the topic for a while, and began to add auxiliary lines and plane rectangular coordinates.
The whole process was abruptly created by him a comfortable atmosphere.
The characteristic of this kind of solution, which is mixed with geometry and function, is that it is complicated, winding and extremely boring. It is time-consuming and labor-intensive.
Jiang Mo was used to it, he could keep his focus on writing all the time, but Comrade Luo Nanqiu couldn't. He yawned again and again halfway through writing. But it doesn't mean that he will relax, he just yawned and wrote the solution on the paper. When he was really sleepy, he cut corners and wrote less unnecessary steps and omitted some words.
More than half an hour passed, and Luo Nanqiu, who cut corners, was the first to stop writing, and then leaned over to see the progress of rigorous Jiang Mo's problem-solving.
Although Luo Nanqiu's writing is quite neat and neat, compared to Jiang Mo's, it is really far from it.
Jiang Mo may have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Even if it is a draft paper, as large as a sketch or as small as a symbol, he has to write it neatly. And not missing a word, the formula is not omitted, and even the draft next to it is written very beautifully.
It's like a scroll of standard answers.
About ten minutes later, Jiang Mo also finished writing, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Luo Nanqiu's head resting on his shoulder, almost startled.
I just wrote it too seriously, and I didn't even notice when the person next to me finished it.
"What are you doing..."
Luo Nanqiu straightened up and said solemnly, "It's nothing, it depends on how you write it."
Jiang Mo picked up the draft paper full of answers on the table and shoved it to him: "Let me see what you wrote."
Luo Nanqiu gave him his own according to his words.
Jiang Mo took a look and found that although there were a lot of cutting corners, the idea of solving the problem could still be seen at a glance, and the writing would not be messy.
Just as he was fascinated, his right shoulder sank, and something furry leaned over.
You don't need to look at it to know that it was Luo Nanqiu's head. The soft black hair rubbed against his neck, itching a little.
He fell asleep.