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Chapter 440 Question 50!



Chapter 440 Question 50!

Song He: "Katrina, are you a devil? By the way, you imitate Shekov's tone very much!"

Shekov: "Of course! I've known him longer than you!"

Song He: "Why did he obediently hand over the phone to you? Is he careless?"

Shekov: "I made a bet with him. We asked each other math problems. If he lost, the phone would go to me."

Song He: "Katrina, you go up to the big account and talk. It feels so awkward for me to talk to you on Shekov's account."

After waiting on the phone for a moment, a new WeChat message came in, this time it was Catalina's account.

Catalina: "Let's get down to business. I have posted all the questions on the wall for you. The questions are arranged from high to low in difficulty. After 80 questions, are there any questions that you are better at? The three of us will work together again this week to strive for Solve a problem and become famous on the forum!"

Song He: "You really expect me to solve the problem? You look down on me, I don't have that ability!"

Catalina: "Take a look! You decide after reading it! I'm going to socialize. If you have any favorite topics, please leave me a message."

Song He shrugged and put down his phone.

His most important task at the moment is to finish the brain circuit model first. The question wall and so on are not important. At most, it can be used as a reading material in his spare time. He can just glance at it and leave an impression.

Looking back at the computer screen, he added a few capsules to his mouth and continued racking his brains.

One day later, in the evening.

In the dormitory, the boy's desperate plea for mercy could be heard.

"Drivers, can you please stop running around!"

"How can you block this big road that extends in all directions! You must be poisonous!"

"Let's just say, are the driver's license standards too low? Can't we retake the exam collectively?"

Song He looked pale, in a daze due to excessive fatigue, and looked desperate.

On the computer screen, the city with 9,000 intersections was in a state of congestion. The traffic jam was unprecedented. Most of the city was paralyzed, and hundreds of thousands of cars were unable to move, like a cluster of destroyed tanks on the battlefield.

All public facilities collapsed, the industrial area was in flames, and the fire truck was trapped one kilometer away and unable to advance.

The entrance to the hospital was blocked with water. Several ambulances were stuck at the intersection and could not get out. On the other side, there were several ambulances returning carrying patients who were unable to enter the hospital.

Thousands of wandering children gathered near the school, crying for their parents. Parents' vehicles surrounded seven or eight nearby intersections, but could not reach the school gate.

There was a series of car accidents on the highway, with a bunch of cars smashed into each other and becoming thinner than bicycles. Large trucks parked in clusters on the highway, with drivers honking their horns manically.

Song He rubbed his face in pain.

He has been stuck in a city with 9,000 intersections for nearly ten hours. He has written more than 20 sets of mathematical modeling and fine-tuned the details no less than a hundred times, but he has been unable to recover!

Every time the roads are adjusted according to urban conditions, the congestion rate can temporarily drop to about 30%, but the situation will not last long.

Often a small car accident on the street, or as soon as a certain school is out, can quickly trigger a traffic jam in the city like a domino, with the congestion rate rising to over 80%!

Song He felt like a tired doctor, and the city on the screen was like a dying patient.

After two rounds of cardiopulmonary resuscitation, the patient's electrocardiogram will beat twice, but will stop beating the third time. He has to continue to do cardiopulmonary resuscitation, over and over again, fighting the king of hell.

He finally understood firsthand why some big cities had to restrict mobile phone numbers. Unrestricted mobile phone numbers could really lead to a huge traffic jam in minutes!

You can't act recklessly like this anymore. The current method won't work. Your own mathematical knowledge is probably not enough. You need to change your mind and learn something new.

[Mysterious items have surfaced in the wishing well, go and have a look! 】

Song He's eyelids twitched. When you are desperate, you can always trust the system dad!

Opening the wishing pool, the resentment points invested previously have not been burned out, and the pool is still filled with waves and thick smoke.

In the smoke, a shimmering piece of white paper floated on the water, like a life-saving straw.

[Congratulations on getting the "incomplete answer"]

[A incomplete answer to a question corresponds to a very difficult math problem. Please complete the answer to solve this problem, and you will get key tips for perfecting the brain circuit model! 】

A piece of mottled white paper appeared in front of me.

The entire paper seemed to have been dampened on a rainy day. There was a layer of green moldy fluff on the surface. The wanton growth of mold covered 70% of the answers, leaving only 30% of the area, revealing some weird and complex mathematical symbols and missing arms. Leg formula.

The question at the top of the paper was not covered. The question was complex and terrifying, exuding an evil aura!

This question looks familiar, as if...where have I seen it before?

Song He raised his eyebrows and his eyes flashed with light!

He picked up his phone and looked through the photos of the problem wall stored in the gallery.

Start from the end of the question wall first. The last question is basically the least difficult and has a higher probability of being solved.

Questions 100 to 90, no.

Questions 90 to 80, no.

Questions 80 to 70, no.

He looked bitter, was he so forward? Are you going to torture me to death?

Finally, his fingers stopped flipping through the photos and his pupils shrank.

Question 50!

Question No. 50 on the question wall is the same question as the "incomplete answer" given by the wishing fountain, exactly the same!

Song He let out a long sigh. Yesterday, he also said that with his own strength, he might not be able to solve any of the questions on the question wall.

Today, he had to bite the bullet and solve the question wall. It wasn't even the last question, it was the 50th question in the middle!

There is no way. According to the prompts given by the system, only by completing question 50 can you get the key tips for perfecting the brain circuit model. In order for the brain circuit model to reach tens of thousands of intersections, this BOSS must be defeated!

Fortunately, he is not alone.

Take out your mobile phone and send a message to the teacher first.

"Teacher An, I looked at the question wall and found that question 50 is very critical. If you solve this question, you should be able to complete the brain circuit model of tens of thousands of intersections!"

After waiting for a moment, the reply came.

An Yulong: "Are you sure?"

Song He: "OK!"

An Yulong: "You work hard to solve it yourself. If you have any difficulties, you can ask me. I have a series of lectures these days, and I have a lot of entertainment. I am busy and don't have time to solve problems."

Song He had a constipated expression on his face, and he wanted to hug his thigh. After all, Teacher An was a master in mathematics. Unexpectedly, the teacher was so happy that he couldn't think of Shu!

He sent another message to Ye Qian, requesting fire support.

Although Senior Brother Ye is no good now, he is still a labor force, and he can be used if he can.

Unexpectedly, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, but the senior brother's reply is unexpectedly happy!

Ye Qian: "Sorry, Brother Song, I really don't have time to study the questions this week. I'm too busy here!"

Ye Qian: "Many young scholars come to see Teacher An here and want to be Teacher An's disciples. The quality varies greatly. Teacher An asked me to help with interviews and reject those with poor qualifications. Those with good qualifications will leave their contact information."

Ye Qian: "There are also some international mathematics institutions that want to discuss cooperation with teachers. I have to help them deal with them and be the secretary of the talks."

Ye Qian: "And there are so many young scholars here who want to make friends. They are friendly and come to me to build relationships. I can't turn them away! There are even blind dates. Can you believe it? There are many math experts looking for sons-in-law and daughters-in-law. !”

Song He almost spit blood on his phone.

"I understand, I understand, then go ahead and get busy. I have a friend named Shekov. Have you met him?" Song He asked.

"Yeah, yeah, he's on the passing level. I've put his contact information on the candidate list and will give it to Teacher An later." Ye Qian replied with an OK expression.

Song He sighed helplessly, Teacher An is not available, Senior Brother Ye Qian is not available, he is alone and helpless!

The phone vibrated again, and another message came in.


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