Chapter 143: On-the-Spot Challenge, Sister Yue Ridiculed
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“Why do you have the right to stand on stage and speak on behalf of everyone?” In the front row of the auditorium, a girl stood up.
Wearing a red long dress, with curly hair falling behind her, her features were bright, and with a slight lift of her chin, she looked as proud as a peacock.
Jiang Fuyue, upon hearing the words, looked at her.
Their eyes met—one on stage, one below. One was cool and aloof, the other was imposing and arrogant.
It seemed like invisible blades clashed in mid-air, resonating with a clang, and sparks flew.
Boom—
The scene instantly exploded.
“Miss Huo has taken action, as straightforward and brutal as ever.”
“Although it’s brutal, it’s effective. Haven’t you seen the person on stage already unable to defend themselves?”
“Ah! If I were her, I’d want to hide under the lectern.”
“Heh… Hide what? She has Xu Lao backing her, no need to be afraid!”
“I’m just curious. How did an ordinary student from Linhuai catch Xu Lao’s eye? First, during the opening ceremony, he publicly named and questioned the leading teacher. I heard even a professor from the organizing committee was held accountable.”
“It’s Zhao Tong’s grandfather, right? Zhao Tong also withdrew from the camp. What exactly happened in the middle?”
“I heard that Jiang Fuyue participated in both the Physics Summer Camp and the NOI Summer Camp at the same time. The Committee overlooked the approval documents from the Education Bureau, forced her to withdraw according to current regulations, and the vacant spot was taken by Zhao Tong. As a result…” The person shrugged, raising both hands, looking quite helpless.
“The Committee didn’t mean it, restoring Jiang Fuyue’s eligibility to compete would have sufficed. Pursuing responsibility seems a bit overblown.”
“Sigh, it was originally a small matter. I don’t know why it has turned into this now. I heard Zhao Tong’s grandfather has been arrested, and he might even face charges!”
“Sigh… Can that be true? Facing charges?! Is it necessary?”
“I’m not very clear about the specific situation, but it definitely doesn’t bode well.”
“Why? What’s the reason?”
“Why else? Someone is relentless!”
“Who?”
“There, standing on the stage, the embodiment of light and greatness, the messenger of morality and justice.”
“Hahaha… You’re too harsh.”
“…” Chatter and laughter filled the air.
Sitting in her seat, Su Qing heard every bit of criticism about Jiang Fuyue around her.
Suddenly feeling relieved, she said, “See, this is the consequence of seeking special treatment. Tut, they’re ganging up on her. The treatment is really terrible.”
Liu Ling said, “Yesterday, she was boasting in front of us, and when faced with someone like Huo Fanjin who stands firm, she can only play innocent?”
Chen Sichang sneered, “Serves her right! Originally, it was Huo Fanjin who was scheduled to speak at the opening ceremony, but then Jiang Fuyue suddenly appeared and said she wanted to speak. Although Huo Fanjin may not care, being snatched away by someone else is another matter.”
Su Qing chuckled, “With Miss Huo’s temper, it’s strange that she can endure this. Just wait and see, the real show is yet to come.”
The three exchanged meaningful glances, their smiles full of implication.
On the stage, after listening to the opponent’s questioning, Jiang Fuyue used her gaze to stop Xu Kaiqing from stepping forward to help and counter-questioned, “So why do you think I can’t stand on stage and speak?”
Huo Fanjin frowned, “The opening ceremony was delayed for two days. Don’t you bear any responsibility for that?”
“What happened to me in these two days, I believe everyone has heard. This fellow student should also be well-informed. But don’t you find your so-called ‘responsibility theory’ absurd?”
“Absurd? Well, you better make it clear today.”
Jiang Fuyue replied, “As we all know, the opening ceremony was delayed because of my absence. However, my absence was due to the negligence of the staff. In essence, I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”
“And your so-called ‘responsibility theory’ is like blaming a woman for being harassed on a bus, not blaming the pervert, but blaming the girl for having a short skirt. Isn’t that absurd?”
“You—” Huo Fanjin was infuriated, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Clever argument!
It was a completely clever argument!
But she couldn’t utter a single word in retort.
Jiang Fuyue said, “Let’s take a step back. If, hypothetically, I’m not worthy to stand on stage, then who is? You? Or anyone else you randomly pick, and I’ll give up my spot for them.”
Confident and poised, not humble nor overbearing.
At this moment, Ling Xuan suddenly stood up, hands in his pockets, and his warm gaze slowly swept over everyone. “If the only person who scored full marks in the national semifinals isn’t worthy, then what about the rest of you here? Garbage?”
“Pfft—” Ren Xinghe couldn’t help but laugh, taking the cue, “Then we can only be a group of braised chickens.”
Yellow, stuffy, and garbage!
Huo Fanjin was annoyed by the banter between the two: “It’s just the semifinals. What’s the big deal about full marks? This is the real battlefield. Heroes shouldn’t brag about their past achievements every moment.”
Ren Xinghe said, “So you look down on full marks? But you didn’t even get full marks.”
Hahaha…
Someone chuckled quietly.
Huo Fanjin, irritated and embarrassed, stared with glistening eyes, “Admit it or not, getting full marks involves some luck.”
In other words, Jiang Fuyue got full marks, and I didn’t, which doesn’t necessarily mean she’s more capable than me. It just means she had better luck on the day of the exam.
Ren Xinghe smiled, “Looks like this classmate isn’t very convinced, huh?”
Huo Fanjin admitted, “Indeed, I’m not convinced.”
“So what do we do?” He shrugged helplessly, but it seemed more mocking.
Ling Xuan frowned. This Ren Xinghe…
Huo Fanjin was now thoroughly angry, “Then how about settling it here and now? Whoever wins, takes the stage.”
Ren Xinghe was taken aback, “Don’t look at me. I didn’t plan to compete with you.”
Huo Fanjin directly looked toward the stage, “Jiang Fuyue, do you dare?”
One sentence, five words, ignited a fire, fueled with anger. It was both a challenge and a provocation.
Jiang Fuyue didn’t make a statement, squinting her eyes and looking in the direction of Ren Xinghe.
Deep and profound.
Then, with a faint smile—
“Sure. How do you want to compete?”
“Let’s follow the standards of the IPhO international competition. Have Xu Lao prepare the questions on the spot. Since it’s inconvenient to conduct the experimental part, we’ll focus on theory. How about that?”
“I have no objections,” Jiang Fuyue replied.
Both of them turned to look at Xu Kaiqing.
His eyes sparkled, appearing even more excited than the people involved. “Let’s do it! Let’s compete now! Fortunately, I have the questions on my USB drive.”
In an instant, the discussions in the classroom became even more enthusiastic than before—
“Are they really going to compete?”
“Look at the momentum. Xu Lao is getting involved. Can it be fake?”
“Hey, who do you think will win?”
“I bet on Huo Fanjin with a pack of spicy strips. Didn’t you hear that they will follow the standards of the IPhO international competition? Jiang Fuyue may score full marks in the national competition, but when it comes to the international competition, she’s nothing, and she’ll be beaten in no time.”
“I also bet on Huo Fanjin. CPO and IPhO are completely different concepts. Jiang Fuyue is destined to lose!”
“Why do you say that?”
“IPhO not only aligns with international standards in terms of difficulty but also demands high language proficiency. There are four working languages: English, French, German, and Russian. Usually, the questions are given in English, and candidates from each country can only choose one of the four working languages as their answer language.”
“Jiang Fuyue, a rural kid from Linhuai, probably isn’t even fluent in English, let alone facing a large number of professional vocabulary using a non-native language system.”
“As for Huo Fanjin, it’s different. Her family is wealthy, and she directly hired an IPhO teacher team specifically responsible for training her in the international competition section. From language to rules, common question types, and knowledge structure framework, she’s long been familiar with it. How can Jiang Fuyue compete with her?”
“Tsk tsk, Huo Fanjin came prepared, huh?”
“Clearly, it’s Jiang Fuyue who’s gone too far. Getting a perfect score is nothing special, just a national competition. Whether she can enter the national team through this summer camp selection is still uncertain. What’s there to show off?”
“Looking forward to Miss Huo giving us a performance of crushing the country bumpkin, or else they might think students from our capital circle are easy to bully!”
Indeed, Huo Fanjin, Su Qing, Liu Ling, Chen Sichang, and even the one who withdrew from the camp, Zhao Tong, were all from the capital circle.
As born and raised natives of the imperial capital, with enviable family backgrounds, they naturally formed a group. Even if the people within it were not familiar with each other, they could automatically gather and harmonize, forming a tight-knit group.
This is the circle culture.
Compared to ordinary students from scattered places, they are like a magnificent and exquisite “sand tower.”
High above, but also ruthlessly exclusive.
And Jiang Fuyue is the first target for this group of capital circle students to “warn,” in simpler terms, the “chicken” that got killed as a warning to the monkeys!
“She’s doomed…”
A light sigh accompanied by a content smile, so confident and composed, with a plan in mind.
On the other side, Yan Zhenfeng had already taken the USB drive handed to him by Xu Kaiqing, plugged it into the mainframe, and then opened the folder named “IPhO Practice 1.”
Inside were two documents, one for “Experiment” and the other for “Theory.”
Yan Zhenfeng opened the “Theory” document, and soon, a dense collection of English text appeared before everyone, almost occupying the entire projection screen.
Yan Zhenfeng said, “You can also try to solve it below. There are pens and scratch paper in the drawer. Answer strictly according to IPhO standards, and you can use any of the four languages: English, French, German, and Russian.”
Jiang Fuyue and Huo Fanjin had already stood on either side in front of the whiteboard, each holding a black marker.
Yan Zhenfeng continued, “There are a total of 3 questions, with a total score of 30, and a time limit of 180 minutes.”
Problem 1: A small ball with mass M=0.2kg rests on a vertical…
The problem statement information wasn’t too complex, but the accompanying illustration contained many hidden details, including several key parameters.
Jiang Fuyue spent two minutes reading the question and looking at the diagram, then uncapped the marker and began answering on the whiteboard—
She started by drawing a diagram, labeling it as Figure 2.
“We will use notation shown in Fig 2.
As no horizontal force… (Because no horizontal force acts on the system of the ball and bullet, before and after the collision of this system…)”
Mvo=mv+MV
So,
V=Vo-M/m
From conditions…（From the established conditions, we can draw the conclusion…）
After the collision…
T=…
s=…
Jiang Fuyue wrote quickly, the twenty-six English letters flowing smoothly from her pen like a concerto. To speed up, she used a lot of continuous strokes and some abbreviations and symbols that were completely incomprehensible.
Most importantly, she—didn’t need to draft!
At the bottom left of the whiteboard was a designated draft area, equipped with an electric eraser switch. Even when the entire whiteboard was filled with formulas and numbers, Jiang Fuyue didn’t use the eraser once.
At the beginning of her writing, the audience below, without coordination, let out an exclamation.
There was a sense of mockery—
“I suspect she started writing without even reading the whole question. I really don’t know if it’s praising her courage or if she’s just clueless.”
“I think she’s just foolish, overly confident.”
“The country bumpkin from the countryside is quite interesting!”
“I bet she can’t even write a single word. Let’s wait and see.”
Thirty seconds later—
“Huh? She’s actually answering in English, and the format seems… fine.”
“Is she writing too fast? Why does it look like scribbling?”
“But those formulas don’t seem like nonsense…”
Two more minutes passed—
“D*mn! She’s about to fill the entire whiteboard. Is this for real?”
“Huo Fanjin hasn’t even started yet, this… the difference is too big, right?”
“She’s not even calculating?”
“She’s turning IPhO into child’s play…”
“I can’t understand any of those weird symbols.”
A commotion began in a small area.
“Wait a bit longer, see what she’s up to?”
Unfortunately, Jiang Fuyue didn’t give them a chance to “wait” because—
“I’ve finished the first question.”
Yan Zhenfeng’s pen paused; he was also working on this question. Looking at the just-started formulas and then at Jiang Fuyue’s completely filled whiteboard, he suddenly fell into great confusion—
Am I the coach?
Is she a student?
Is this not a joke?
On the other side, Huo Fanjin, who hadn’t even uncapped her marker, “?”
At this moment, Jiang Fuyue spoke to Yan Zhenfeng again, “Coach, I’ve finished. Could you please get me a new whiteboard? I need to continue with the second question.”
“…Huh? Oh!”
Change it! Change it now!
And below the stage—
“What the h*ll! She said she’s finished?”
“Is it a hoax? Haven’t seen Coach Yan dumbfounded like that. Probably never seen a student who can act so well. I almost believed it…”
“Is she treating IPhO like basic arithmetic? Ridiculous!”
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