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This mathematical competition adopts a two-way match-up system, freely selecting comrades, going on stage to PK, the winner enters the next round, and the loser is eliminated.

The school's staircase auditorium was brightly lit, and the back seat was full of students. There were even many students who had no seats to sit at the entrance of the passage, waiting for the start of the competition in anticipation.

The contestants sat in the front row according to their grade.

Wen Niannian looked around the entire arena...

Like in previous years, the number of contestants was the largest in the third grade of senior high school, and it seemed that they were almost full of a square formation.

There were also twelve contestants in the second year of high school, with the least number of senior high school students, and only four people in the interest group signed up for the competition.

Ten minutes before the game started, there was a commotion in the direction of the sophomore year of high school.

Wen Niannian turned her head and saw Wen Luan slowly entering the venue with a crutch.

The cold temperament gives people a gloomy and cold feeling.

He sat down at the outermost position of the second year of high school, as if he was infected with a plague. Several boys around him immediately changed positions, and didn't want to sit next to him.

unlucky.

"Niannian, that's really your brother."

Ji Chi asked her in a low voice.

Wen Niannian nodded: "Yes, cousin."

"What's going on with his legs...?"

"The year after graduating from elementary school, I was injured in a car accident and had a lifelong disability in my left leg."

"What a pity."

Ji Chi sighed: "That handsome little brother, I will always want it for the rest of my life..."

He won't continue talking...

It's a real pity that even Wen Niannian couldn't help but sigh that with Wen Luan's talent, if he had not suffered from disability, he would not know how bright and dazzling the future would be.

There is no descendant in the entire Wen family who can compare with him. No matter how Wen Lan is, it is really not enough to see it in front of him.

But now... he has become the one who was abandoned.

No wonder he hates attending family gatherings at the Wen family.

In his eyes, the gestures of those younger generations competing to show off their charm at the family gatherings were so ridiculous.

At this time, Ji Chi suddenly asked Ding Ning: "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Niannian turned around and saw the can in Ding Ning's hand, which was tightly held by her, and it was twisted and deformed.

"What's going on?"

Ji Chi wanted to take the can in Ding Ning's hand and threw it into the trash can.

Ding Ning's eyes were pulled back from Wen Luan's body, and he said nothing, his cheeks became hot and his temples burst into blue veins.

Wen Niannian looked at Wen Luan, then looked at Ding Ning, and a doubt arose in her heart.

Soon, the host came on stage. After a opening remark, the contestants went on stage in groups of pk.

The senior high school group who got the lottery was the first to select people, and the first to go on stage was a boy wearing a black turtleneck sweater.

Wen Niannian remembered that his name was Feng Chao, and he was a young follower among Ma Quan's group. He also came to the seminar room that day to make trouble.

After he came on stage, his contemptuous eyes swept the direction of the senior high school group.

Ji Chi covered his chest and said, "It's over, I have a premonition that I will be eliminated in the first round."

As expected, he would come whatever he was afraid of. After Feng Chao glanced at the four people in the first grade of senior high school, his eyes settled on Ji Chi.

"It's him."

Ji Chi could only stand up with his teeth and kept muttering: "It's over, it's over now."

Wen Niannian said to him: "Shame me of the master."

Ji Chi turned around and looked like he was desperate, meaning that this face was lost today.

The two of them came to the middle of the ceremonial platform. Behind them are the projection whiteboard and the blackboard. A question will appear on the projection board. The two of them calculate on the blackboard at the same time, and they will win correctly and lose incorrectly. But if both sides of the first three questions are correct, then from the fourth question, it will be time to compete. Whoever does it first will win.

Ji Chi covered his chest nervously and looked at the projection panel with all his attention.

The first question: There is a parabolic arch bridge on the river. When the water surface is 5 meters away from the arch top, the water surface is 8 meters wide and 4 meters wide and 2 meters high. The part of the exposed water surface of the ship after cargo is 0.75 meters high. When the water surface rises to the distance from the parabolic arch top, the boat begins to be inaccessible?

It can be regarded as a question for appetizers, and it is a very simple question to test the basic knowledge of parabolas.

And Wen Niannian also remembered that she had repeatedly explained such similar topics to Ji Chi in the past. If he couldn't do it, then don't call her master.

Sure enough, when Ji Chi saw the question, he breathed a sigh of relief. He held the chalk in his trembling hand and began to establish a plane rectangular coordinate system on the blackboard and began to calculate.

Soon he came up with the answer: when the water surface rose to 2 meters away from the parabola arch, the boat began to be inaccessible.

Of course, when he finished writing, Feng Chao had already finished writing the answer and was waiting for him proudly.

Wen Niannian saw Ji Chi write the answer, breathed a sigh of relief, and clapped hard: "Yes! Keep up the effort!"

In the audience, Wen Niannian was the only one who blew up and applause sounded.

Ji Chi turned his head and looked at her, looking like a rewarded child, showing an embarrassed smile.

The students in the senior high school camp showed contempt.

Such a simple question, what is there to be proud of if you get it right? It seems that the level of the first year of high school is just like this.

The second question is a collection question, which is also the basic content of entering the first year of high school, but it is slightly difficult.

Soon, Feng Chao wrote the answer.

And after he finished writing, Ji Chi began to write.

He wrote very slowly, thinking while writing, and from time to time he looked back and looked back at Wen Niannian.

Wen Niannian looked at him with encouraging eyes and said with a lip-syncing look: "Don't hurry, write slowly."

It took Ji Chi five minutes to finally get the problem done.

Although time is spent, it is done and done right.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The third question is a question of finding the azimuth of the artillery camp. The difficulty increased exponentially. Feng Chao saw this question and after briefly thinking, he began to write the answers on the blackboard. His brushstrokes were used forcefully and the chalk was falling down.

Ji Chi looked back in despair and looked Wen Niannian.

Really clueless.

Actually, it’s not his fault. This question has exceeded the scope of knowledge in the first grade of senior high school, so it’s normal for him to not do it.

As Lao Wang said, it would be great that he could remember the knowledge he had learned.

Ji Chi was killed in the second question, and there was nothing to be ashamed of. If any of the first-year students did not know how to do this question.

This is why the annual mathematical competition always wins the senior year.

This competition is also called the last survey and testing competition in the senior year of high school, and the prize money should not be regarded as a condolence money for the hard review of senior high school students.

Students in the first and second grades of high school are basically cannon fodders who are taking soy sauce to accompany the exam.

Ji Chi was eliminated and walked off the court. There were booing sounds burst out from the third year of high school. Feng Chao returned to his position and turned around and slapped Ma Quan with a gloomy face.

“Beautiful job.”

"That kind of weak chicken can beat him even with his eyes closed."

Ji Chi curled his lips and looked at Feng Chao. Feng Chao made a thumbs up to him, and his silent mouth seemed to be saying: "Trump."

The students in the first year of high school started to make a fuss: "What's so great about it?"

"You are still proud of your senior year, right?"

"If you have the ability, you can choose the senior high school pk."

The senior high school responded unwillingly: "What's wrong with just beating you?"

"Don't come to the competition if you can't afford to lose."

"That's right, this kind of competition was not prepared for you guys."

Both sides were complaining, but they didn't expect that they even started to quarrel as they were talking...

"Hey, you senior high school students have studied for two more years, which is amazing!"

"What's wrong with you?"

For a moment, the camps of both sides were tense, and they were sandwiched between the second year of high school, with an awkward expression on their faces.

Teachers of all grades immediately stopped the students' quarrels and abuses. The academic director sternly said: "If you quarrel, you will be disqualified from the competition!"

The students were silent and sat down again.

Because the first round is the third grade winner, according to the rules, the winner will choose the person, and the second round is the third grade winner will still choose the PK opponent.
To be continued...