Chapter 52: Inspiration is like eating, it’s very common
"Ahem, the group leader is what you said." The crowd responded with fear.
"..." Li Xueming suddenly stagnated, his expression extremely pale: "You got it wrong, I said thirty pictures!"
"..." Everyone looked at each other and said nothing.
The examination room was completely silent.
The middle-aged man and Qin Luo stared wide-eyed.
Qin Luo's sudden "waking up" made him shudder uncontrollably.
Even standing here, he could feel Li Xueming's soaring anger.
In an instant, cold sweat soaked his vest.
"Teacher?" Qin Luo asked tentatively when the man was silent.
"Don't look around, concentrate on solving the problem!" The middle-aged man left a pile of draft paper and hurried out of the examination room.
Standing here, like a thorn on his back, he couldn't guarantee that he would not collapse any longer.
emmmm, can you speak well?
Seeing the middle-aged man disappearing into the examination room again, Qin Luo reluctantly thought again.
But problem-solving is like writing. Once the idea is cut off and I want to pick it up, I don’t know when.
Qin Luo had to reorganize his thoughts, and this process lasted about five minutes.
"He is writing again!" There was an uproar in the monitoring room.
They were even ready to give up, but after only five minutes, Qin Luo started writing again!
Is his thinking interrupted? It was indeed interrupted.
But it only took five minutes.
"Is this a monster?" someone exclaimed.
"Perhaps he can justify Zhou's conjecture..."
The problems that have plagued academics for more than a decade may really have another chance to solve.
For a moment, everyone's heart was surging, staring at Qin Luo intently, as if they had witnessed history!
"When it proves 2 (2n<2(2(n1)), MP2(n1)-1 is the basis for the establishment of prime numbers, ... so the inference that MP has 2(n2)-n-2 prime numbers holds."
"Pop!" Qin Luo put down his pen and paper, turned his head to look, and there was no one in the entire examination room.
Looking up at the wall clock on the wall, it was already 5 o'clock in the afternoon, a full hour of overtime.
Qin Luo coughed awkwardly, then raised his hand to hand in the paper.
He never expected that it took such a long time.
"Student Qin, have you solved it?" The invigilator nodded kindly, and carefully put away Qin Luo's test paper.
"It should be solved." Qin Luo said modestly.
As a high school student, Qin Luo feels that he should be humble, after all, being hidden is also an outstanding talent.
Hearing these words, the invigilator's hands became more careful when taking the papers, as if he was serving a treasure.
Is it necessary to be so careful?
"Teacher, I'm writing a copy if I lose it." Qin Luo said indifferently.
Write another copy? The middle-aged teacher's mouth twitched and his face was full of resentment.
"Big guy! Please have tea!" As soon as he stepped out of the examination room, the little fat guy on the same team rushed over with a drink.
"Boss, I will help you carry your shoes."
"Big brother, you still need a pendant, I'll give you a pendant."
For a time, many school tyrants from Beishan No. 4 Middle School swarmed Qin Luo directly.
"??? What's the situation?" Qin Luo was a little dazed.
Although he looks good, he is not so good that he can kill men and women.
"Boss, you don't know, today the city exam was extended for you by one hour!"
"Li Xueming's original words are: When will Qin Luo come out and when will the exam end."
"When will I be as good as a boss?"
"..."
As good as this schoolmaster? Sorry you have no system.
"Try hard, anyway, you won't be as good as your master in your life." Qin Luo smiled faintly.
