Become Top Student In A Second

What should I do? What should I do? Wei Zihao's eyes were red.

As the most outstanding Xueba in No.2 Middle School, he never thought that he would lose, but the fact is that he was totally defeated.

Do you really want to sing conquest? He's going to freak out at the thought of it!

"Don't panic. We haven't lost yet." Huang Zitao gritted his teeth and said, "there are still three trials. We still have a chance."

In order to defeat Qin Luo, only he knows how much he has done. Therefore, until the last moment, Huang will never admit defeat easily!

Do you really have a chance? There was a flash of gloom in Wei Zihao's eyes.

The rest room of No.4 Middle School.

"Qin Luo, why didn't you come to the make-up class?" As soon as she stepped into the classroom, Lin Shanshan rushed over.

She said that she would wait for him after school, but she did not wait for Qin Luo.

"I don't know your address." Qin Luo said helplessly.

"I don't know the address. Don't you know how to call?"

"You didn't tell me the phone number."

“……” Susan, she's crazy!

"I didn't tell you, didn't you know to ask?"

"How many calls do you have?"

Collapse, complete collapse, as a famous school bully and school flower of No.4 Middle School, she has never collapsed like this.

I should not be angry, do not be angry, high IQ people, EQ are very low. Lin Shanshan felt better at last.

“1838…… Remember my phone Lin Shanshan said a vicious sentence, then turned around and left.

“？？？ Can you say it again? "

She turned her head and glared at Qin Luo: "1838..."

……

Yanjing, Sun Yat sen University.

An old man with white hair and rosy face is sitting in front of the window, a pot of green tea, a mathematical journal, a picture of * *.

Even Zhou Hua, a mathematician in the world, especially a mathematician, did not enjoy his allowance.

What he is most proud of is that he put forward Zhou's conjecture, which has puzzled academic circles for more than ten years, but his greatest regret is the same.

Conjectures are conjectures.

Zhou Haizhong regretted one day if it could not be proved.

"Dong Dong Dong Dong."

"Old Zhou..."

All of a sudden, the door was knocked softly, the voice of his student Xu Enmin.

"In."

Soon, a gentle man with gold rimmed glasses came in.

He was not young, about forty years old, with a pair of bright eyes.

"Your hometown, Beishan City, has sent you an answer sheet about demonstrating Zhou's conjecture." Xu said in a low voice.

"Oh, put it there. I'll watch it if I have time." Zhou Haizhong said, waving his hand.

Since Zhou's conjecture was put forward, almost every few days, an answer sheet about proving Zhou's conjecture theory has been put on his desk.

Zhou Haizhong doesn't think he is the best in the world. He hopes that someone can prove the "riddle"

ten years have passed since he opened the answer sheet with enthusiasm and expectation at the beginning, but now he is too lazy to open it.

Because every time, it's disappointment.

Daydreaming, too many people want to be famous.

"Teacher, you should have a look at this paper. I promise you it's not as bad as you think." Xu Enlai said sincerely.

"Is it not your lifelong wish to prove Zhou's conjecture? Maybe this paper will give you a satisfactory answer. "