There was a cheer from the crowd, and no one expected that Jiang Fan was equally extraordinary in arithmetic.
"However, there is a second question, sir. Please listen carefully."
Mr. Cao ordered someone to carry a big stone: "I want to know the square and geometric shape of this stone? I wonder why Mr. Jiang can teach me?"
The crowd was in uproar again. The stone is extremely irregular. Not to mention the edges and corners, there is also a large pit in the middle. How to calculate it?
"Old man, you are trying to force someone to do something difficult! This stone is full of holes and corners, how can you calculate it?"
Jiang Fan frowned and made angry accusations.
"That's right, isn't this a deliberate plan to take Mr. Jiang's life? This old man is so vicious!"
At this time, even Jiang Fan's camp was in chaos.
"Nangong Xin is fully prepared. He will definitely murder Mr. Jiang today." Lady Jinhua shook her head.
"This old guy is hateful. If Mr. Jiang has any shortcomings, I will definitely kill him." Lu Zhuer said with a fierce look in her eyes and clenched her fists fiercely.
For a moment, all eyes were focused on Jiang Fan.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan looked up to the sky and laughed: "It's boring. I told you to come up with something complicated, why is it such a simple question again? It's really worrying about my IQ."
Mr. Cao's eyes moved. Could it be that this boy can really answer the question?
The next moment, Jiang Fan said in an understatement: "Take a large bucket, pour a known amount of water, submerge the stone into the water, mark the bucket, then take out the stone, pour the water into the marked line, and then pour it into a measurable container. The latter is as different as the former. It’s a boring question.”
In fact, there is a simpler way to say it, but Jiang Fan had no choice but to say it this way in order to make it easier for people here to understand.
"Ah? This..." Not only Mr. Cao, everyone was stunned. It was really simple, but why didn't they think of it before?
"Okay! Well done, Mr. Jiang!"
"Young Master Jiang is extremely talented, my little sister loves you——"
Academician Zeng couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration, and raised his hands to Jiang Fan: "Young Master is a great talent."
For two consecutive questions, Jiang Fan answered them correctly in an understatement. Nangong Xin was dumbfounded.
"Mr. Cao, didn't you say it's impossible for him to answer it?" Nangong Xin was in a mess and grabbed Mr. Cao and said.
"...I never thought about this..."
"Okay! Well done, Mr. Jiang. What else can I say?"
Academician Zeng coughed and motioned for the crowd to be quiet. He looked at Nangong Xin with a smile but not a smile: "Mr. Nangong, Mr. Jiang has answered two arithmetic questions correctly. Next, it's Mr. Jiang's turn to ask the questions."
Nangong Xinfang suddenly became nervous. Jiang Fan's arithmetic skills were beyond expectations. Naturally, the questions given by such a person would not be easy.
"Young Master, please be patient. We have also invited everyone to learn from you. We may not lose." Mr. Cao could only comfort him.
Jiang Fan smiled slightly: "It's my turn? Okay, let's make a simple one. It takes ten hours and eight hours for two water pipes A and B to fill a pool of water separately. It takes five hours for water pipe C to fill a pool of water alone. Hour, now the pool is empty, open two pipes A and B at the same time. Two and a half hours later, open drain pipe C again, and ask how long it will take before the pool is filled."
As soon as the question came out, the whole audience was dumbfounded. The pens in the hands of Nangong Xin's mathematicians fell to the ground with a clatter, and Nangong Xin's heart instantly sank to the bottom with this scene.
Obviously, he won't.
"Huh? Mr. Jiang, this is a weird question. How do you calculate it?"
"It's difficult, it's as difficult as going up to the sky."
The old man in blue robe couldn't help but move the corner of his mouth, and there was a trace of strangeness on his face.
"Forget it, Nangong Xin, why don't you forget it? Are you dumbfounded?"
Someone booed loudly.
"Quick, figure it out for me, quick!"
Nangong Xin was furious, but in the end he could only scratch his head as the mathematician watched the time pass by bit by bit. Finally, the old man in blue robe coughed and announced: "It's time!"
"Lost...lost?"
Nangong believed in the lost spirit.
"Master, don't panic, there are still two battles left, we may not lose."
"This is all a bad idea from an old guy like you. Next, the other party proposes a topic. If he proposes to compose a poem, how will we respond? Isn't it true that there is always a defeat but no victory? My life is at stake!"
He was really panicked.
Especially when he saw Jiang Fan looking at him with a weird smile, Nangong Xin suddenly felt a chill rising up his spine.
Master Zeng said with a smile: "Congratulations, Mr. Jiang. I would like to ask Mr. Jiang to come up with the next gambling question."
"Bet on poetry, bet on poetry!"
Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.
That's right, everyone thought that Jiang Fan would gamble and compose poetry. In this regard, he could almost predict the outcome. In this way, he would win two out of three games, and Jiang Fan would be sure to win.
"In this case, it's time for me to make a bet... Well, I'm a relatively casual person, so I'll bet on my knowledge. You and I each draw an object, and the prerequisite is that it must exist in the world. We will hand the drawing to the witness and give it to the witness. Tell me the purpose of this object, and then you and I will exchange drawings and guess, and the one with the correct answer wins?"
No one expected that Jiang Fan would choose such a topic instead of taking the easy way out.
"Sir, why don't you choose to write poetry?"
Wei Xiaohong was also stunned.
Jiang Fan smiled softly: "People deliberately choose to bet on winning or losing in three battles, why not give them a chance."
Seeing his relaxed expression, Wei Xiaohong's eyes suddenly became dazed. This young man has always been so casual and carefree, but he is almost omnipotent. An absolutely powerful self-confidence rushes towards him, which makes people feel heartbroken.
Mr. Cao's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Sir, our opportunity has come!"
Nangong Xin didn't have any confidence at the moment: "Jiang Fan did something weird. How can we win?"
Mr. Cao suddenly said in his ear: "Sir, I came across a strange thing that I have never seen in the world. That Jiang Fan didn't gamble on writing poems, but actually sought his own death. Don't worry."
So, with everyone confused and full of expectations, both sides drew a drawing and handed it to Master Zeng.
After Master Zeng saw the drawings and listened to the introductions from both sides, he announced that the competition could begin.
The first is Nangong Xin. Jiang Fan took out a drawing with a strange object drawn on it. It was a round object suspended by a thin chain, and it also had a cover. The cover was open, and there were three pointers of different lengths inside. , a circle of scale around it.
"This... what is this?" Nangong Xin swore that he had never seen this thing before. Mr. Cao was also stunned. Several people took the drawings and looked at them repeatedly. In the end, they could only shake their heads with a wry smile: "Sorry, Master... we all I don’t know…”
Nangong Xin was so angry that he almost spit out blood.
"However, Young Master, Jiang Fan must have never seen us before. This round is a draw at best. In the third round of fighting, he overestimated his own capabilities and openly challenged many people. He will definitely lose when the time comes."
Nangong Xin finally calmed down.
"Mr. Jiang, we can't identify this item of yours, but does it exist in the world? If not, you are cheating, and you will lose." Mr. Cao couldn't recognize what it was, and he really didn't believe that it existed.
Nangong Xin also suddenly realized that it would not count if Jiang Fan scribbled randomly.
