The South Vietnamese group left arrogantly.

The girls who were left with eggplant beaten by frost were furrowed.

They treated each other with courtesy, but were insulted from head to toe.

The anger made their passion and unwillingness stimulated. They all took out draft paper on the spot and racked their brains to study the topic.

They must answer it within three days, and they cannot give Nanyue this opportunity to insult them, insult the Dasheng Dynasty, or insult the Han people.

So the candlelight at Canglan Academy did not go out all night.

The next morning.

Song Zhao came to Canglan Academy and, by surprise, saw the classmates staying up all night and their eyes were red and their eyes were blue and black.

She licked her lips gently and smiled as expected.

She had already expected the humiliation of Canglan College, so she refused to be a student representative.

Seeing Song Zhao's figure, the girls' mentality that had been worn out all night was already tense.

If they thought Song Zhao might be able to do it yesterday, but after they were so difficult that they could not swallow this problem, and even the master of the calculation could not stand the headlines, they had no hope for Song Zhao.

Therefore, Dean Fang had just copied the test questions and submitted them to the previous dynasty, asking Emperor Yuan Chun to explain the matter.

Wen Nuo approached Song Zhao and complained all over the Nanyue delegation, "That Fan Mingxuan is a child prodigy, isn't he just better than us in terms of academic performance?

Why don’t they compare with us and use their strengths to attack our weaknesses is really not a thing.”

Song Zhao seemed to be thinking.

The mathematics in Nanyue is indeed not easy.

She still remembers that when she came here in her previous life, she also insulted the academic scholarship of Dashengchao and slapped Dashengchao in the face.

Song Zhao in his previous life was ignorant and ignorant. He was at a loss for the questions he gave in Nanyue and could not even understand them.

However, when I saw various chemical physics and math equations in the modern world...

Compared with the questions given by Nanyue, it is no different from those of the mentally retarded.

Song Zhao stood up, walked to the top of the red list, and looked at the question above calmly.

Wen Nuo always felt that her sister had an indescribable awesome temperament. She was uneducated and could not describe it. She lowered her voice and said, "Zhaozhao, do you know how to do this question?"

Song Zhao withdrew his gaze, his eyes were meaningful and his tone was very quiet, "No need to use his brain."

When the ancients did arithmetic problems, they used the most old-fashioned abacus method, and they had limitations after calculation.

If your brain is not superior, it may not be able to calculate it for decades.

But once you use the modern world's thinking style, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

Wen Nuo's eyes lit up and she almost screamed. She grabbed Song Zhao's sleeve, "What are you waiting for? Tell Dean Fang quickly and tell the answer, let's slap Nanyue in the face!"

"Don't hurry, wait a little longer." Song Zhao narrowed his eyes, his lowered eyes unable to see his emotions clearly, and his expression was unpredictable.

Wen Nuo scratched her cheeks.

I really don’t understand. When is it time? The other party has stepped on their faces. Isn’t it too urgent?

Song Zhao sat back leisurely, his cold and white hands tilted his face, his delicate and light eyebrows raised his eyes, and his voice was as light as fog, "It's so boring to just slap the face~"

She had to make enough use of the opportunity to deliver it to her door.

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In the small court meeting.
Chapter completed!