Chapter 144: Rapid Answering, Extraordinary Talent
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Ren Xinghe: “Has she received IPhO training?”
Ling Xuan: “Not sure.”
Ren Xinghe glanced forward again. With the distance, the numbers and symbols on the whiteboard were somewhat blurry, but he didn’t think Jiang Fuyue was scribbling randomly.
“Is she always this fast when solving problems?” Ren Xinghe asked again.
Ling Xuan raised an eyebrow. “It seems like you’re paying special attention to her?”
This was the second time Ling Xuan had said something similar, the first being at the airport.
Ren Xinghe remained calm, showing no sign of being caught off guard. He shrugged. “Exceptional people always capture one’s attention.”
“But that’s not a reason for you to deliberately provoke and instigate a conflict for her.”
In front of Huo Fanjin earlier, if it weren’t for Ren Xinghe’s provocative words, the situation might not have developed to its current state.
Ling Xuan remarked, “Huo Fanjin fell for your provocation, but it doesn’t mean others are fools.”
From the moment Jiang Fuyue looked at Ren Xinghe on the stage, Ling Xuan was almost certain that she saw through his petty tricks.
However, she still agreed.
It wasn’t because Ren Xinghe deliberately led her, but she happened to need an opportunity to establish authority and prevent unnecessary trouble.
For example, the three girls who shared a room with her yesterday but showed clear hostility.
Or the exclusive and exclusionary circle of students from the capital.
Ren Xinghe’s smile faded abruptly.
Ling Xuan: “Don’t attempt to measure the sharpness of a knife because as you get the result, it marks the beginning of you being covered in wounds and gasping for breath.”
Ren Xinghe suddenly shivered.
A knife…
He looked towards the stage.
Yan Zhenfeng had already instructed two coaches to bring up a clean whiteboard, and the used one was pushed aside.
During this time, Jiang Fuyue didn’t idle. She was looking at the second question.
Compared to the first question, the information in this question was much more complex, and it had six sub-questions.
It roughly examined the generation of microwaves in a microwave oven and their application in heating.
The first sub-question analyzed the structure and working principles of the magnetron.
“The magnetron in the irregular-shaped microwave oven is composed of a solid copper cylindrical cathode (radius a) and an anode (radius b)…” The three-dimensional structure of a single resonator is shown in Figure (1)…
The second sub-question examined the resonator’s amplitude frequency.
The third sub-question involved calculating the numerical estimation of the maximum radius of the electron’s trajectory at 0.4pt.
The fifth sub-question…
The sixth sub-question…
While Jiang Fuyue was reading the question, her pen didn’t stop moving.
Where her gaze went, the answers followed.
She herself seemed like a walking supercomputer.
Therefore, that area designated for drafting remained blank, and the calculator without programming functionality prepared for her never came into play.
At this point, no one in the audience accused her of writing randomly.
No one spoke at all.
The atmosphere in the venue descended into a strange stagnation, accompanied by a suffocating and oppressive stillness.
Yan Zhenfeng had given up on attempting the problems himself because he was very certain that his speed couldn’t match Jiang Fuyue’s.
However, he wasn’t idle either. His gaze was fixed intently on the solution approach on the whiteboard. He followed Jiang Fuyue’s steps, going through the question once in line with her method, substituting the answers into the problem statement for reverse validation. The final result…
He swallowed his saliva and wiped away the sweat bead on his forehead, feeling a bit helpless.
When he looked at Jiang Fuyue again, his expression changed.
It seemed like surprise, mixed with shock, and ultimately tinged with a trace of fear.
For her thought speed and calculation speed, Yan Zhenfeng suspected she might be a mutant or a robot disguised in human skin.
The other coaches were already dumbfounded, to be more accurate, they were overwhelmed.
Their reading speed couldn’t keep up with Jiang Fuyue’s writing speed.
By the time they finished reviewing and understanding one section, Jiang Fuyue had already written another seven or eight lines.
“Old Yan, did she… did she do these problems in advance?”
“Xu Lao only organized them last night, and he himself hasn’t had a chance to come up with the answers yet. What are you thinking?”
“Tsk tsk, the summer camp is never lacking in prodigies. Over the years, we’ve seen many and mentored many, but this kind of transcendent level is a first!”
Not to mention the rest, just the fact that she doesn’t need a scratch paper, who the h*ll can pull that off?!
In problems of IPhO’s difficulty level, a single number might involve hundreds or even thousands of calculations.
She actually didn’t use a calculator, didn’t even jot down any notes, and still arrived at the answers directly. It’s simply…
Inhuman.
“How old is she this year? Which school is she from? Who is her competition coach?”
Yan Zhenfeng shook his head. “Check her resume yourself.”
“Hiss! Quick, look—she’s done with the second problem too!”
Hearing this, Yan Zhenfeng abruptly looked up, then glanced at the timer the next second.
Six sub-problems, and she only took… fourteen minutes!
Meanwhile, on the side of Huo Fanjin, she had just started the first problem, and she hadn’t even calculated the answer to the first sub-question.
“Turns out, there is truth in the saying ‘people can die from comparison…'” he muttered in amazement.
At this moment, Jiang Fuyue turned around, smiling as she reminded, “Coach Yan, it’s time to change the whiteboard again.”
“Oh, sure!” he quickly directed two coaches.
“This time, please prepare two boards for me. Of course, three would be even better.”
Because, the last problem had arrived…
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