Chapter 132: Qin Duxiu, please sit down

With a math level of LV5, Qin Luo can solve this problem with a glance!
He really had enough!
What should I do if everyone has a perfect score for such a simple test? Does his task still need to be done?
Quiet, deadly quiet.
Everyone craned their necks and looked at Qin Luo unblinkingly.
They rubbed their ears with both hands, as if ten thousand heads of grass and mud horses were ploughed in their hearts.
Such a difficult question, do you think it is simple? Classmate, are you the monkey invited to tease?
Professor Stanley, who was the invigilator, was stunned.
His pupils dilated suddenly, and he felt bad.
He came up with this question, and with his massive knowledge, he can guarantee that this question has involved all aspects of high school mathematics, from inequalities, to functions, to numbers...
If the difficulty of a question is defined as ten, then this question can get 9.999 points.
But it was such a question that seemed so simple to Qin Luo's mouth.
If he hadn't seen Qin Luo's morning test paper, he really wanted to ask: "Classmate? Are you crazy?"
"The exam begins!" Stanley said grimly with a black face.
The tip of the pen was beating quickly on the test paper, and there was a rustling sound in the classroom.
Everyone is thinking hard, they can't wait to empty their heads.
Like everyone else, Qin Luo was also writing, and the answer was clearly on the paper.
Look at the time, half an hour has just passed.
"Katz, Katz!" Qin Luo opened the package and ate the biscuits happily.
Although the sound of the biscuit is not loud, it is so clear and audible in this silent classroom with only the sound of writing.
With a "pop~", sitting in front of Qin Luo, the red-haired "non-mainstream" nib that was struggling to write suddenly broke.
"Peng!" The beautiful blond boy on the right was "kissing" the desk with his forehead.
The little blonde girl sitting on Qin Luo's left was pressing her temples with her hands, her veins bursting.
"..."
With such a bad psychological quality, why did you come to participate in IMO? Qin Luo smiled disdainfully, and put another cookie in his mouth.
Time is relative, it is sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
In the midst of suffering, all Xueba finally ushered in the ringtone of the end of the exam.
"Ting Bell~" The short bell rang, marking the official end of the first IMO competition day.
However, the second match day was scheduled one day later.
The time vacated in the middle is left for the contestants to check for omissions and adjust their status.
It is also left to the competition group to adjust the difficulty of the test questions according to the students' competition.
Amidst the angry gazes of the tyrants, Qin Luo gathered up his "equipment" and turned and walked out of the examination room.

The scoring work lasted from six o'clock that afternoon to the early morning of the next day.
As an invigilator, Stanley, who is also the leader of the marking group, can't remember how many coffees have been continued.
Simply this is Birmingham, but if you want to change it to Starbucks, I'm afraid I've already picked up the broom to stab people.
At this moment, two test papers were placed in front of him, one from China and the other from the US.
One is Qin Luo met by the cake shop, and the other is the last IMO champion, Tesla.
Stanley hesitated for a long time, and finally wrote "12 points" on the two test papers.
But in Stanley's mind, he is more inclined to Qin Luo.