Chapter 540 God-like Pythagorean Theorem
"Hehe, please allow me to give a shit about this. The professor will naturally know when the report session is over." Qin Luo said with a "laugh".
"You kid, you've even bought a pass. Okay, keep preparing. If you perform well this time, you might be able to get a Crawford Award." Deligne said with a smile.
After that, he hung up the phone.
Crawford Award? Hanging up the phone, Qin Luo clicked on Baidu, entered the Crawford Mathematics Award, and soon the information about the Crawford Mathematics Award appeared in front of Qin Luo.
The award jointly issued by the Royal Academy of Sciences and the Lund Crawford Foundation, awarded once a year, rewards 4.4 million soft sister coins!
Qin Luo's eyes instantly brightened.
Ask yourself, Qin Luo now feels that he has a lot of honors, but he has not received any substantive honors.
So far, Qin Luo has only won one IMO gold medal.
Although it's not bad, it was only the champion of a math Olympiad. Compared with a genius like Schultz, Qin Luo was still a lot inferior.
And this Crawford Award will be the key for Qin Luo to knock on the door of the academic hall.
Qin Luo is determined to win this award.
Thinking of this, Qin Luo glanced at the attribute panel.
Host: Qin Luo
Subject: Mathematics LV6...
Language LV3...
English LV3...
History LV3...
Sports LV3...
Taekwondo: LV4...
Octopus Collapse: LV4...
Grappler: LV1...
Infuriating: LV10 (perfect level)
(Remaining academic hegemony value: 98400 points..., the remaining lottery chances are twice.)
Sweepstakes, sweepstakes.
Qin Luo jumped up from the bed with a carp, and then rushed straight to the bathroom.
Life needs a sense of ceremony, and the lottery also needs a sense of ceremony!
Incense? No.
cooking wine? nor.
But Qin Luo has Huaxia hand sanitizer from 9,000 kilometers away, and tap water from three thousand years ago.
After washing his hands, washing his face, and finishing all the preparations, Qin Luo called out the system panel and pressed the lottery button.
Suddenly, a big turntable appeared in front of Qin Luo's eyes, "65% garbage, 30% acceptable, and 5% fine."
Qin Luo rubbed his hands together and was about to turn the wheel.
However, the moment he just touched the runner, Qin Luo was stunned.
Several options appeared in front of him: "Math, Chinese, Physics..."
"Choose it once and consume 10,000 points of Mastery."
Emmmm, can you choose?
Lying in the trough, in an instant, Qin Luo was ecstatic!
Although 10,000 Xueba is worth a lot of money, Qin Xueba has a lot of money and doesn't care!
Without any hesitation, Qin Luo directly chose mathematics.
The wheel turned quickly, and Qin Luo's little heart beat wildly.
For about ten seconds, the speed of the runner gradually slowed down.
It's still good, it's fine, and here comes the rubbish.
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Pythagorean theorem analysis map..."
"The Pythagorean Theorem, the foundational formula of geometric equations, without the Pythagorean Theorem, there would be no modern geometry..."
A dazzling light flashed, and a golden scroll appeared in the system warehouse.
The appearance is still awesome, but the content is abnormally rubbish.
Hook three shares, four diagonal five, how many foundational styles of modern times? Qin Luo's mouth twitched wildly, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
