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    When everyone looked over, Jian Yiran twitched her lips and said, "Really not, Fang Yunyan only writes high school papers every day."

    After a pause, she assured, "I have been inseparable from Yunyan these days. I promise Yunyan has not prepared any mathematical literature."

    "..." There was silence around.

    "???"

    "What? Didn't she walk?"

    The boy in the mathematics department pushed his glasses and said helplessly: "The focus now is not on walking, but... Jian Yiran, you said that Fang Yunyan didn't watch this and was not ready to go on stage, then how could she...?"

    How can you explain so fluently on stage?

    Even in the face of scholars and students from all over the world, he did not change his face and answered fluently.

    The boy almost couldn't say the last half of the sentence, but everyone else could feel his shock.

    I can understand what he wants to say.

    So why?

    The girl from the Department of Mathematics said: "I analyzed it from the perspective of mathematics majors. Those derivation processes are simply impossible to memorize."

    After a pause, she said, "In other words, she must have understood this content before she could finish writing these derivations. And she had to be very good at English to be able to answer fluently."

    She used two 'talents' in a row, indicating that these prerequisites must be met before the results can follow.

    The girl from the mathematics department continued, "Actually, regardless of whether Mr. Yunyan was prepared or not, she was able to perform so well on stage, which is already beyond our reach."

    This is indeed true.

    Could it be that if Yunyan had prepared in advance, wouldn't it be great?

    There is no reason in this world.

    But if it's really as Jian Yiran said, all this is done on the spot by Yunyan.

    That would be really scary.

    The girl in the mathematics department thought about it, and she should really be as good as Mo Shen and Ji Shen.

    Maybe even surpass them. After all, Yunyan is still young, and there are infinite possibilities in the future.

    while they were discussing in private.

    Nai glanced at the time, 50 minutes had passed now.

    Just as no one asked any questions, nai announced the end of the first part of the workshop.

    "Friends, let's thank yunyan from China. Now there are ten minutes

    eak-ti (interim break), the second workshop starts at 10:30. "

    At this time, the applause from the audience was bigger than ever.

    The seniors and seniors couldn't help but applaud.

    Not only because Fang Yunyan is amazing, but also because Fang Yunyan is their primary school girl, they are proud of Fang Yunyan.

    During the break, the people around them kept discussing the age and strength of this little girl.

    "I've never met someone so talented."

    "Will she study mathematics all her life? Will she win the Fields Medal (the 'Nobel Prize' in mathematics)?"

    "I don't know if I will win the award, but I think our teacher wants to invite her to the University of Chicago."

    The last foreign boy in a dark blue sweater pointed to a middle-aged man who descended from the first row and said, "See, that's our professional teacher."

    The Tsinghua students behind them were completely silent.

    The seniors and seniors may be a little weak in professional academic vocabulary, but they can still understand English.

    Especially the last boy's words, they heard clearly.

    In addition to being shocked, Jian Yiran also felt that the foreign boy's voice was a little familiar.

    But when she heard it, she couldn't remember.

    At this time, follow his gesture to look on the stage.

    Fang Yunyan has more than one professor, but several.

    Several people didn't know what was being discussed.

    The little girl's sweater sleeves were rolled up, revealing her slender forearms, and she stood quietly beside the big guys.

    Others nodded or asked questions, and the little girl generally answered with a smile or shook her head.

    We are very happy to negotiate.

    "You said, are the bosses and Yunyan still discussing this issue on the blackboard?"

    "It shouldn't be, this question has been explained thoroughly by Yunyan." The girl in the mathematics department pointed to her notebook.

    She took two pages of notes.

    Although still don’t understand it a bit, but if go to the literature again at this time, can definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

    "Then the big guys and Yunyan are just starting a new topic?"

    "It feels so. I was shocked when I just heard that Yunyan was called to the stage when she was unprepared..."

    It turned out that Yunyan bosses can not only do this derivation, but also discuss other mathematical problems with the big cows.

    There was a helpless smile on Jian Yiran's lips: "Maybe this is the boss."

    "The world of the boss..."

    "To be honest, I think she is no longer inferior to Mo Shen and Ji Shen."

    As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent for a few seconds.

    The boys in the mathematics department were the first to break the deadlock, "Who dares to say no?"

    When he said this, the boy glanced at Mao Jiuyu, who was two seats away from him.

    Less than an hour ago, Mao Jiuyi said two words—

    First, Fang Yunyan is not the kind of talent that Mo Shen and Ji Shen have, and cannot be compared with them.

    Second, Fang Yunyan is a senior in high school this year, and he must not understand the content of the seminar. He came here to make soy sauce.

    But looking at her now, Mao Jiuyu was holding a pen in his hand, and there were only a few graffiti-like strokes on the paper spread out in front of him.

    She didn't write a single formula.

    Mao Jiuyu's lips were pursed tightly, and his fingers were also stretched.I squeezed the pen very hard, and the knuckles were clearly highlighted under the skin.

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