The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Abbott's model is correct?" "You saw it in the magazine and just accepted it, right?" "Can we do good scientific research with this attitude?" This fundamentally questions whether Professor Xiang is suitable to be a scientific researcher. When everyone thinks of this competition, they will only think that the Mathematical Olympiad sounds very impressive, but the people who organized the competition themselves are not up to standard, which is very embarrassing. Doesn't the organizing committee ev...
The reporters' eyes lit up.
"Has the professor never considered whether Mr. Abbott's model is correct?"
"You saw it in the magazine and just accepted it, right?"
"Can we do good scientific research with this attitude?"
This fundamentally questions whether Professor Xiang is suitable to be a scientific researcher.
His body kept shaking and he almost collapsed to the ground.
He wanted to say loudly that he had a scientific spirit and knew how to question.
But I can't say it.
It turns out he didn't.
As it turns out... he can't.
The reporters all felt that the trip today was worthwhile.
They actually filmed the historic moment in which a well-known professor from Yan University was beaten helplessly by a high school student.
The president of the Mathematical Olympiad organizing committee looked at his junior who was once full of vigor and ambition and sighed softly.
He looked at Gu Weimian and said, "I'm sorry. Our entire organizing committee is responsible for this incident. We will re-mark your test paper."
Gu Weimian's expression remained unchanged.
"Thank you very much."
I have never been humble or arrogant, neither sad nor happy.
There is nothing to be sad about, and nothing to be happy about.
For her, winning a national league championship was not enough to make her feel happy or sad.
The president pursed his lips, looking embarrassed.
After today, the credibility of this competition will probably be greatly reduced.
When everyone thinks of this competition, they will only think that the Mathematical Olympiad sounds very impressive, but the people who organized the competition themselves are not up to standard, which is very embarrassing.
He sighed.
But it is impossible to reverse this situation.
Before today, he didn't believe that Gu Weiman could reach such a level. After today... he might have to re-examine his strength and training methods when facing the younger generation.
The president was about to announce the temporary end of today's award ceremony when reporters surrounded him.
Gu Weimian didn't care, but the reporters and fans had no intention of letting the Olympic Organizing Committee off so easily.
"How long does it take to re-mark the paper? An hour? A day? A week?"
These words were slammed harshly in the faces of the president and all the organizing committee members.
"The Mathematical Olympiad is the highest-level math exam for Chinese youth. Doesn't the organizing committee even have a teacher capable of marking exams?"
"Besides Gu Weimian's test paper, is it possible that the teacher couldn't understand the students' answers on other candidates' papers?"
Several questions came one after another.
The president couldn't utter a word.
Upon seeing this, several members of the Olympic Committee showed naked shame on their faces.
Several people came up.
"Let's review it together, right here, and review it all."
The president clenched his fist and finally sighed deeply.
"good."
Marking papers is a boring thing in itself.
But the reporters were very enthusiastic about taking pictures and the fans were reluctant to leave.
Gu Weimian was tired.
She yawned and watched these people grading her papers with tears in her eyes.
His lips pursed slightly.
She felt a heat on her head and was stunned for a moment, then Ning Quruo rubbed her hair.
I don’t know when the man developed the habit of rubbing her hair.
"If you're tired, just lean on me and take a nap."
Gu Weimian was stunned. She could hear the hot air that the man was breathing on her cheek when he was talking. It formed a small cyclone with scorching temperature and slowly flowed into her cochlea.