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Chapter Ninety Nine
This year's International Olympiad continued the habit of previous years, with the three questions on the test paper increasing in difficulty from first to last.
Last year, the entire China team was planted on the last question of the first exam, which led to the total score being pulled apart and the team missed the first place.
After getting the test paper, Jing Ci went through it first. set a position for each question in mind. After stabilized mood, picked up the pen and started to calculate on the draft paper.
The four-and-a-half-hour exam should have been long and difficult, but Jing Ci had no distractions and hardly felt the passage of time.
"Oh my God, I was suffocated to death." In the hotel room, Wang Qiong walked out of the toilet and let out a long sigh of relief: "The moment I urinate, I feel that my life has been sublimated."
Jing Ci didn't want to talk to him about the problem of sublimation, because he could not hold it anymore. He pushed Wang Qiong away and rushed into the toilet quickly.
This is the first time that Wang Qiong has seen him look anxious, a little strange inexplicably. He leaned against the wall and said loudly: "Hey, when we think about it later, we will have to eat in the hotel, and we feel that we have no appetite. It's too unpalatable, really, I regret not taking a bottle of old man. Come mom."
Jing Ci didn't speak.
For a while, until the toilet started to pump water, his faint voice came from the door: "Do you think it is appropriate to discuss food with me at this time?"
"What's the matter?" Wang Qiong didn't care, and said triumphantly: "I can still hold a piece of sugar when I squat in the toilet."
Jing Ci: "..."
He finally knew how Wang Qiong's body came from.
Jing Ci washed his hands and opened the door and came out: "Let's go, you have to eat if you don't want to eat."
"Yes." Wang Qiong sighed and pulled out his room card: "Go away."
After reuniting with the other team members, several people went downstairs together. Including the team leader, everyone tacitly didn't mention the exam. They talked and laughed and ate a meal, and then went back to their rooms to rest.
The next morning, it was still an exam.
But this time the exam is completely liberated. From the obvious relaxed expressions of the players after leaving the exam room, it can be seen that the mental state is completely different from the first time.
The two team leaders of China are very experienced. After the exams are finished, the results have been determined. It is completely unnecessary to ask about the results to estimate the score.
You have to study hard when you learn, and play as much as you want.
Therefore, in the next two and a half days, the team leaders took Jingci with a few people, not only went around the local landmark attractions, but also went to several restaurants with good reputation.
Although the schedule was very fast and everyone was tired from running, they were all very happy.
"This photo was taken very well." In the afternoon, Wang Qiong was lying on the hotel bed, browsing the WeChat group messages, while saying to Jing: "It seems that I have lost a lot of weight."
When going out to play, a group of people took a lot of photos with the national flag. It was too troublesome to send to the players one by one, so they were all put in the group.
Jing Ci lowered his head and glanced, it was really good. He learned from Wang Qiong, entered the group to save the photos inside, and occasionally sent one or two interesting pieces to Yingjiao.
These days, Jing Ci has not much contact with Yingjiao. As a result, there is a time difference of almost seven hours between the two people, and there is very little overlap in idle time. Secondly, Yingjiao also started the final exam, Jing Ci didn't want to distract him.
At this moment, considering that Yingjiao was going home for self-study almost next night, he sent a message.
"I'm watching TV." Wang Qiong finished the chat log and remarked to Jing, "Are you going to sleep?"
"Don't sleep." Jing Ci was sifting through the photos, and he didn't look up when he heard the words: "You can watch it."
When Wang Qiong pressed the switch, there was a whistle and laughter in the room. Jing Ci listened attentively, it was a talk show.
Wang Qiong frowned and changed the station. But the show that I usually like very much, but now I feel so noisy. He turned off the TV irritably and threw the remote control on the bed: "Don't watch it!"
Jing Ci turned to him: "What's the matter?"
"I'm nervous." Wang Qiong didn't want to say, so as not to appear unstable. But when Jing Ci asked, he couldn't help it immediately: "The results will come out later, and I don't know how the exam is going."
The results of last year's competition came out at around 4pm local time, and it is now past 3:30.
In fact, Wang Qiong felt that he had done a good job in the test, but as long as the score was not available, he would have no bottom in his heart.
Jing Ci didn't feel much at first, but when he said that, he suddenly became nervous. He put down the phone calmly, as if calmly said: "Walk downstairs?"
Wang Qiong stood up, drew a paper towel and wiped the sweat from his palms: "Go for a walk."
The weather outside is nice, it's very comfortable, neither hot nor cold. The two of them came out of the hotel lobby and were about to discuss where to go. The mobile phone in Jing Ci's pocket vibrated, it was a WeChat video invitation.
"You take it." Wang Qiong said wittily: "I'm going around."
Jing Ci nodded, found a well-lit corner and pressed the answer button.
Ying Jiao's face suddenly appeared on the screen, with wet hair and a towel hanging around his neck: "I just took a shower and didn't see the news. Are you outside?"
"Yeah." Jing Ci introduced him to the surrounding situation and turned the camera around: "The environment here is quite good, and the results are coming out soon. I... I was a little uneasy, so I went downstairs."
Winning arrogance and laughing, it is rare to see Jing Ci being nervous because of his test scores.
He sat on the sofa and didn't mention it any more, then said, "I will be fine except for the closing ceremony tomorrow? When will you be back the day after tomorrow?"
The air tickets were booked uniformly by the team leader, and Jing Ci didn't know the specific time at first.
"There is a dinner party, the plane will be at 3 o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, and then..." Jing Ci forgot, said: "It will land at 8 o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow."
"It's a pity." Ying Jiao said regretfully: "I was at school at the time." He paused, and then asked, "But you still have a dinner party?"
Jing Ci nodded.
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
Jing Ci didn't care: "It's not a big deal." If it hadn't been for Yingjiao to talk about tomorrow, he would have forgotten it.
"Why not?" Ying Jiao raised his eyebrows: "What are you wearing?"
Jing Ci was very straightforward in this regard, and said without thinking: "Team uniforms, so is Wang Qiong."
Winning pride: "..."
Yingjiao was amused by him: "Farewell, my dear, are you going to participate or to tear down the stage?" He picked up the towel and wiped it on his head at random, saying, "I'll give you a set if I knew it. It's a suit."
"No." Jing Ci really didn't think it was necessary. He didn't know what was happening in other countries. Anyway, several of his teammates weren't that formal.
"I'd better make a set, I will use it later." Yingjiao lowered the temperature of the living room air conditioner and leaned back on the sofa lazily: "I know your size, but there is a detail to follow. You confirm."
Jing Ci subconsciously followed his topic: "What?"
Ying Jiao licked his lower lip and lowered his voice: "Are you used to putting it on the left or the right?"
Jing Ci was a little dazed by what he said, and he didn't react for a while: "Huh?"
"While wearing underwear," Ying Jiao looked at Jing Ci's eyes and said ambiguously: "Which way are you used to... put it?"
Jing Ci's face blushed, he looked around in embarrassment, and protested in a low voice, "Brother, I'm outside."
"What's going on outside?" Yingjiao had a thick skin, and didn't think there was anything at all: "There is no one around you, hurry up, or do you want me to ask several times?"
"No," Jing Ci rubbed his face hard, and said with a guilty conscience: "Left, left."
"Okay, I've written it down." Ying Jiao looked at his red face, itchy in his heart, and deliberately messed up: "Jingshen, I know you so well, don't you have to understand me too?"
Jing Ci immediately understood what he meant, but it was a bit too much for him to have sex with his boyfriend outside during the day. He raised his eyes to win the pride, showing weakness: "Brother..."
"Yeah." Ying Jiao was unmoved, motioned for him to continue.
Jing Ci lowered his eyes, his face burnt hot. After a long period of psychological development, he gritted his teeth and asked softly: "Then...Which side are you used to?"
The more obedient he is, the more Yingjiao wants to bully him. He raised his lips harshly: "Don't you know if you come back and see for yourself?"
Jing Ci shook his hand and the lens moved down a few inches.
"I do not want to see?"
Jing Ci turned his head in embarrassment, and said, "...No."
Yingjiao smiled with satisfaction and was about to say something. Suddenly Wang Qiong yelled while rushing over like a cannonball.
His face was flushed, and his lips were trembling. Without saying anything, he directly hugged Jing Ci with his hand.
Unprepared, Jing Ci walked back a few steps after being hit by him, and his phone almost fell to the ground. But he had a vague premonition in his heart, and he didn't push Wang Qiong away.
Sure enough, before he could ask, Wang Qiong said excitedly: "We, we are the first!!!"
He grabbed Jing Ci's shoulders, his eyes flushed: "The teacher just said in the group! Number one, we are really number one!" He wiped his face and tried to calm himself down: "The teacher let us go up. "
Jing Ci's eyes were terrifyingly bright, and he managed to maintain his apparent calm.
He took a deep breath, squeezed his stiff fingers, and raised the phone again: "Brother, I..."
"Congratulations." Ying Jiao didn't know when he had stood up from the sofa. He looked at Jing Ci without blinking, with undisguised pride and surprise on his face.
Even if there have been too many times, Yingjiao was still shocked by him.
He has browsed relevant news and knows how difficult it is for him to come first among the unanimous bad news outside.
Jing Ci is really too powerful, so that some of his words are so poor that he doesn't know how to praise him.
Ying Jiao calmed down his fierce heartbeat, and slowly said: "If you are busy with you, I will hang up first. You don't have to worry about it here in China, I will notify Teacher Liu and them."
Jing Ci nodded vigorously and put away the phone.
At 16:09 local time, the results of this international competition were fully announced.
After losing four consecutive years, the China team used a total of 213 to slap those arrogant foreigners and became the well-deserved first place.
Among them, Jing Ci is a high score of 41, making great contributions to this number one.
The other players were not to be outdone, and followed closely behind. Cen Hai played steadily, with a total score of 40. Wang Qiong performed exceptionally and scored 38 points in the test.
The total score is the first in the group, and won one silver for hardware.
At this point, the China team was ashamed and showed the whole world what is called the Return of the King with an invincible posture.
At the closing ceremony, the six players, under the leadership of the team leader, took the national flags and stepped onto the podium in turn.
On the giant screen above them, their personal information was clearly displayed to the audience——
People’s Republic of China
Ci Jing
Hai Cen
Qiong Wang
…………
The shutter of the live camera clicked, which fixed the glory of this moment forever.
When Jing Ci stepped down, they happened to collide head-on with the second-placed foreign team.
"It's the one who walks in the front, and has been squinting at us before." Wang Qiong whispered in Jing Ci's ear: "What happened? Isn't it too much for us to turn over? Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Jing Ci lifted his eyes up to him, just to meet the player's line of sight.
He smiled provocatively, then raised his right hand slightly, raising the national flag in his hand.
The bright red flag slowly spread out in front of his eyes, and the foreign player's gaze stagnated, as if he had been stabbed, and he quickly looked away.
When the news came back to China, both the media and netizens blew up.
The number one hoped for after four years is not enough to describe in precious terms.
The media are rushing to report on this incident, not only in the press release, but also in the very bold headline.
【International Mathematical Olympiad, the Chinese team returns! Successfully won the championship! 】
[A historic return! Congratulations to China for winning the team first in the International Mathematical Olympiad and taking off the hardware one silver! 】
[Who said that the Chinese Olympic Mathematics has fallen? The Chinese brain is still the Chinese brain. 】
Jing Ci's photos at the closing ceremony were not only reprinted by major media, but even appeared on TV.
Even the official media posted a Weibo to celebrate this time regaining the top spot. So that this incident rushed into the hot search in one breath, although it was only a few from the bottom, it also attracted a lot of attention.
Netizens are stupid. After all, they didn't hold any hope before. They kept saying that the focus was on participation. Who knew that they had waited for such a surprise in the end.
[Ah, ah, ah, so excited! More excited than I was admitted to university! It's really great! 】
【Great! Like for the six players! 】
【congratulations! The younger brothers and younger sisters are really striving! 】
[Unbelievable! I got up and I was blowing wildly! 】
[Suddenly discovered a horrible thing... How come these schoolmasters are more attractive than one? Especially the one in the middle, which is better than us and looks better than us...]
[Upstairs, please shut up, I don’t want to listen, thank you! 】
The provincial experiment was even more joyous. A huge banner was hung up at the school gate the next morning——
Congratulations to Jingci students from the second seven class of our school for winning the gold medal in the International Mathematical Olympiad!
Even the homepage of the campus network has been updated. The principal personally wrote the news, and put a photo of the previous scene with the school teacher.
On the foreign side, after the closing ceremony, everyone should go back to the room and give the good news to the family. Jing Ci, because it was the highest score in the team this time, had to accept a personal interview.
After greeting the reporter, Jing Ci sat down at the table.
His face was steady and his eyes were steady as usual, and there was no dodge or cramped when facing the camera, as if he didn't exist with the person taking pictures.
Before the opening, he asked: "Is this interview in the form of a press release or a video?"
The young reporter on the opposite side didn’t know what was going on. When his faint gaze swept across, a tremor from the scumbag suddenly rose in his heart. He straightened his back involuntarily and said with a smile: "You are so handsome. Of course it’s the video."
Jing Ci nodded, indicating that he knew it.
The interviews are nothing new, they are all the same old content: the feeling of getting a gold medal, the learning experience over the years, etc., until the reporter asked: "What is your hobby?"
Jing Ci said truthfully: "Mathematics."
reporter:"……"
The reporter thought he would say something about basketball and badminton, but he didn't expect to get such an answer. When he wanted to ask again, he heard Jing Ci say: "What I'm more interested in lately is the function limit."
The reporter remembered that he had been tortured so badly when he was enrolled in postgraduate entrance examinations, and immediately forgot after graduation. Someone would be interested in this stuff? He repeated incredulously: "Function limit?"
"Yeah." There were paper and pen on the desktop, Jing Ci took it over and quickly wrote a few words on it——
f(x)→A (x→x0)
He erected the paper, facing the camera, his lips curled slightly: "That's it."
The reporter laughed dryly: "As expected of a schoolmaster, even his hobbies are so different." Then he quickly ended the topic and continued to ask questions.
The interview lasted for three minutes. Except for the function limit mentioned here, Jing Ci's answer was very official at the rest of the time.
After the reporter went back, he revised the video and posted it on Weibo along with the press release.
Generally speaking, such interviews are not watched. But because of Jingci's face value, coupled with the east wind of this game, the broadcast volume was surprisingly high, and finally followed the hot search tail.
[Ah ah ah ah ah, little brother last mentioned limit of function that smile! ! I can! ! 】
[Sure enough, he laughs only when he talks about his hobbies, the rest is cold_(:з」∠)_]
[Xueshen always exudes a breath different from my scum. 】
【Hey, hey, I don’t know what function limits are. The eighteenth time it was repeated, Yan Gou couldn't get out! 】
Next, while licking the screen frantically, discuss the difference between Xueba and Xueba.
Only Yingjiao, after watching the video, quit Weibo and opened the search engine.
On that white paper, in addition to the formula he couldn't understand, a small identity sign was written in the upper right corner.
Did Jing Ci want to say something to him?
He entered the function limit in the search box and looked down the web page little by little. When he saw a certain one, his pupils shrank suddenly
f(x)→A (x→x0) is also recorded as lim f(x)=A
f(x) approaches A infinitely, and A is the limit of f(x).
Some science students will use the limit definition to confess:
lim f(x)=A means lim me=you.
I am infinitely close to you, you are my only limit.Even if you give me the whole world, I am only by your side.
The author has something to say: The game does not correspond to reality~ Everyone should watch it overhead!
The confession of the function limit refers to the postgraduate entrance examination video of teacher Zhang Yu~
When a man makes a suit, he will ask if he is used to putting it on the left or on the right.