"Aren't high school students now so awesome, they don't bring any preparation materials?"

"I rely on, what is the material, she is so good-looking, standing on the stage for more than ten minutes, I can guarantee that I will not look at my phone under the stage."

"...Really, me too. It's enough to see the face."

Hearing them say that, a boy from the training team next to him interjected in a low voice.

"Seniors, allow me to force, Yunyan is not a vase. She is the boss of our training team, and she never needs a speech to come to the stage."

In just a few dozen seconds, Yun Yan had already taken the microphone from the teacher and pinned the amplifier to his waist.

The microphone is worn by the ear.

Coincidentally, she is also wearing a white shirt today, but with lace embellished on the chest.

The neckline and cuffs are meticulously buttoned, and the lower body is a pair of nine-point pants with equally exquisite workmanship.

The leather shoes went up, revealing a white ankle.

She didn't show up when she was sitting under the stage before, and everyone could only see her face.

Now go to the stage.

Everyone can see her whole body, which can really be described as 'perfect from the hair to the soles of the feet'.

This is a large conference room, unlike the podium in the classroom, which can block half of the body.

In the conference room, the whole person can't be stopped anywhere from head to toe.

The blackboard in the conference room is very large, and all are electronic screens. You can draw with your fingers or write with a stylus.

Yunyan chose the latter.

She first wrote the words "Closed Circuit Computing" on the screen.

Then, the girl's unique tone was amplified by the loudspeaker and spread to everyone's ears.

"My name is Fang Yunyan, and I'm from Haisheng No. 1 Middle School. This time, the topic of my speech is closed-circuit computing, which is a digital target based on process computing..."

Yunyan did not make a general introduction first.

Then write a most basic formula on the screen.

"I didn't bring any questions today, so please come back to science itself with me and deduce the quadratic deformation of this formula."

A group of people in the audience felt that something was wrong.

"Did you learn closed-circuit computing in high school?"

"...No, we didn't teach in high school."

"Look at it, maybe it's just a fur, don't panic."

The teachers below sat next to the Y-ITC staff, evaluating and recording the content of each person's speech.

Hearing the subject of Yunyan, the teachers were a little less optimistic on the spot.

"This subject is a bit esoteric for high school students."

"Well, if you only talk about fur, it's better to change to a simpler topic."

Luo Pingping glanced at Yuanmo, she exaggerated and demeaned.

"Closed-circuit computing, this is a challenge for her classmates. I hope she can talk about what the teachers expect."

Obviously, teachers are not reporting expectations now.

Yuan Mo glanced at her lightly, but did not open his mouth to argue.

This made Luo Pingping think that the little girl was bluffing.

Luo Pingping was a little overjoyed, after all, she knew that Yuan Mo was a great god.

Under normal circumstances, the great god will not ask so low of his girlfriend.

In the world of adults, it is important to have a common language to find the other half.

If you find a person who can only talk about it and blow it in front of your friends, it will only make people feel very embarrassed.

Luo Pingping thought that this time the little girl would finally lose her impression of the great god.

She quietly turned away from Mo's expression, not knowing that he was staring at the little girl on the stage.

There was no embarrassment and contempt in his eyes, but rather appreciation.

If you look closely, there are things that you can only perceive as a girl... whether you care deeply or shallowly.

Luo Pingping was instantly discouraged.

She remembered that someone said that if one person's shortcomings become another person's advantages, they also become advantages.

That is like.

Luo Pingping thought, it turns out that Yuan Mo likes this kind of tender little girl who can pinch water.

Just as she was immersed in her own thoughts, Yunyan had already filled the entire screen.

Luo Pingping came back to her senses when she heard the applause.

The teachers around her all stood up and took the lead in applauding.

"It's a really good deduction."

"This doesn't seem to be the most widely circulated derivation method, right?"

"No, it's not written in the monograph. It should be derived by the students themselves."

Luo Pingping blushed when she listened to the professional teachers.

She thought that this girl was going to make a fool of herself...

But now Tsinghua teachers are praising her.

Doesn't that prove that Yuan Mo's appreciation for the little girl is true appreciation.

It's not like 'Xishi is in the eyes of a lover'.

Yun Yan stood on the stage, and when everyone's applause subsided, she said in a low voice.

"There is an easier way of derivation...that..."

A college student in the first row walked over directly, "Save this page, please continue to speak."

"God please continue!"

"Damn it, although I don't understand it well, I know that Yunyan is awesome."

The teachers around Luo Pingping discussed, "What is this student's name? At first she introduced herself, but I don't remember it clearly."

"What else do I remember? She came down after a while. We asked her which department she was recommended to go to, and asked for someone directly."

Luo Pingping's face was numb.

She wanted to be admitted to these two colleges back then, but she didn't get it.

Who knew that I was fortunate enough to see the situation where the teachers named the dignitaries.

There is really no comparison between people.