- "Faster than anyone this year - and points, of course."
- These were the last words Luo Nanqiu said to Jiang Mo before they played.
- "Okay."
- The representatives of No. 6 Middle School who followed behind them looked at each other, and silently ordered a wax in their hearts for the little boy who dared to challenge Jiang Mo and the others.
- These people had just been brushed off in the knockout round, but the little boy's firepower remained unchanged, successfully breaking through and participating in the final written test.
- These people had nothing to do, so they sat in the audience, ready to watch the fun.
- Prime Minister Zeng and the others also came to the scene as usual, rubbing their hands excitedly one by one, waiting to see the glory once again shrouded the heads of the representatives of Binjiang No. 6 Middle School.
- The results of the team competition have long been out, and Binjiang No. 6 Middle School has successfully won four consecutive championships - and the other two were won by Gu Qianyan when he led the team before.
- So now it depends on their individual results. If Jiang Mo beats down the championship again this time, he will win three consecutive championships - something that even Gu Qianyan has not done.
- That's incredible.
- "Start answering questions."
- The six people who passed the knockout round picked up their pens and began to answer at the same time.
- "How did Brother Qiu write so fast? Does he not even think about it?" A few people sitting in the audience came to the scene and discussed in a low voice.
- "No, look at Brother Jiang, he also writes very fast."
- "Are they competing?"
- "Can this still give people from other schools a way to live?"
- If this picture was placed in the school leaders of No. 6 Middle School, the style of painting was changed.
- "Why did Luo Nanqiu and the others write so quickly, be more stable, be more stable." Director Zeng expressed his concern.
- "These two kids are really... in a hurry?"
- "They must have written so quickly because they have ideas. Don't worry too much." Lao Zhou comforted.
- "Ouch, my mother..."
- At 18 minutes and 56 seconds, Luo Nanqiu put down his pen and raised his hand to prompt the referee to hand in the paper.
- At 19 minutes, Jiang Mo put down his pen and raised his hand to prompt the referee to hand in the papers.
- "Why is this handed in?! Aren't you ready to check it again???" Zeng Qinghua felt that his head was going to be bald by the two students.
- "Director Zeng, calm down. Didn't Jiang Mo hand in his papers early last year?"
- Zeng Qinghua asked back, "Then can he guarantee that he will not make mistakes every time?"
- "Uh..."
- In exactly 30 minutes, everyone handed in the papers.
- After a quick evaluation by the jury, the final results came out.
- The person in charge of awarding the award is still Yin Yifeng, who is wordy and loves to sell off.
- Everyone looked at his expression with a complicated face, and silently told themselves in their hearts that they should not easily believe every word he said.
- ... Because it's easy to be tricked.
- This year, he said a long list of nonsense as usual, and then slowly and leisurely announced the final ranking.
- "I announce - the winner of the first prize of this year's National Mathematical Olympiad Competition for High School Students... Jiang Mo classmate from Binjiang No. 6 Middle School! Let's congratulate him on winning three consecutive championships!"
- The audience applauded like thunder.
- "Second prize winner - Luo Nanqiu classmate from Binjiang No. 6 Middle School!"
- Okay, someone is screaming now.
- "Well, I have to interject here." Yin Yifeng smiled and said, "As we all know, the scores of these two classmates in the answering session are the same. Moreover - their written test scores are full marks."
- The audience froze for a second and began to whisper.
- "Then how do you judge first-class and second-class?"
- Audience: "..." Could you speak quickly?
- The cloud audience watching the live broadcast online swiped the bullet comments all over the screen.
- "The answer is..."