Chapter 90: Classmate Qin who doesn't follow the routine

Everyone gave Qin Luo a deep look, then turned and left.
Staying here is simply looking for a blow.
Demolition of the bridge across the river? No, I started to tear down the bridge before the river even crossed!
Shaking his head, Qin Luo walked out of the examination room.
Outside the examination room, reporters who had been waiting for it suddenly swarmed.
‘Classmate, what do you want to say? A reporter’s microphone was pointed at a male student next to Qin Luo.
"The quality of the paper is very good, it is comfortable to hold, there is no color difference, the printing is clear, and the thickness is even, the answer sheet is the same as imagined, it feels great, the invigilator is also very good, the classroom is spacious and bright, and the climate temperature is suitable , The candidates were very satisfied and all said they would definitely come again next year!"
Reporter: ...is another student who was stupid in the exam.
"Hello classmate, I'm a Sina Literature reporter, can I ask you a question?"
"Students, I heard that the test questions in this national finals are proving Poincaré conjecture. What do you think about it?" The reporters changed their goals one after another, Qin Luo stopped.
"Nothing to think about." Qin Luo shook his head.
Don't feel anything? Shouldn't it be difficult to complain? Why doesn't this kid play cards according to his routine?
"Is it difficult?" the reporter asked.
"Is it difficult? I think it's okay." Qin Luo said seriously.
"Cough, cough, classmate, Poincaré conjecture!"
"Yes, I know. Fortunately, he is not Goldbach conjecture..." Qin Luo showed a grateful expression while speaking.
Dumbfounded.
Completely dumbfounded.
Qin Luo's words confuse him.
What does it mean for you to make a grateful expression in the face of Poincaré’s guess?
"Thank you classmate." The reporter said to Qin Luo, turning around and pointed the microphone at another student. In his heart, he had attributed Qin Luo to someone like a scumbag.
"Hello classmate..."
"It's hard, it's too hard, it's as hard as climbing to the sky..." As he spoke, he actually shed tears.
This is what a student should be! The reporter's heart suddenly became excited.
He has even figured out the topic of the news: The most difficult national decision in history, the geniuses are on the same level as the zero.
Qin Luo: Is it so difficult?

Marking room.
Dozens of test papers have been neatly placed on the desk.
Due to the difficulty of Poincaré’s conjecture, this time the scoring work will be completed by three academicians Wang Xuecai, Song Baoguo and Zhou Haizhong.
"Let's start." With Wang Xuecai's order, Song Baoguo and Zhou Haizhong picked up the test papers.
The speed of scoring papers is very fast. In the blink of an eye, there are only a handful of thick stacks of papers.
The reason is simple. Most of the test papers are blank, and they don't need to read them.
"These two papers are a bit interesting..." Suddenly, Wang Xuecai laughed loudly.
"Who? Qin Luo?"
"Tsinghua High School, Ou Yilin, Central China Normal University High School, Sun Hua."
"Oilin, I know that the rare genius of Chinese and European mixed blood is particularly sensitive to mathematics, and Sun Hua doesn't know much about it." Song Baoguo answered, "Why, they proved Poincaré conjecture?"
"It proves that it's not enough, but we all found an entry point." Wang Xuecai said as he put a score on the test paper: 13 points, 20 points!
Sun Hua 13, O Yilin 20.
After a few more minutes, everyone put down the red pens in their hands and sat in jeopardy.
At the moment, there is only one test paper and forty or fifty draft papers left on the desk.
Qin Luo!