After a brief silence in the hall, there was an uproar.
Everyone's faces were filled with shock, and they could hardly believe what their ears were hearing.
"Fitch lost!"
"Is the answer calculated by the little girl correct?!"
"The answer that Fitch spent more than half an hour calculating is actually the same as the answer that the little girl calculated in half a minute? How is this possible!"
The faces of the old guard were full of difficulty in accepting that such a completely crushed defeat actually fell on Fitch, who was known as the leader of the younger generation, and his opponent was a three-year-old half-elf girl.
"In that case, do we win by death?"
"In other words, the answer that the little girl calculated is correct. Did she really calculate the correct answer to two-digit multiplication in half a minute?"
"This... is simply unbelievable! Decimal system is invincible!"
After the reformists were stunned for a while, they still couldn't believe the result. The already extremely disappointed mood was suddenly lifted up. This feeling was really amazing.
"really!"
Luna jumped on the spot in surprise, but she soon realized that her actions seemed unladylike, her face turned red, and she quickly stood still. Fortunately, the people in the hall were paying attention to Mag and He. Amy, no one noticed her standing at the door of the hall.
Byron also had a smile on his face, looking at Mag and Amy with admiration in his eyes. Sure enough, inviting the creator of Mag and Amy's multiplication table to participate in the debate was a good way to break the deadlock.
"He is a man who dares to admit it." McGonagall looked at Fitch, and he was also a little surprised. Those so-called geniuses are the most arrogant, and they can admit in public that they lost to a three-year-old child, and there is no performance. He showed no dissatisfaction or doubt, and looked magnanimous like a real man.
"This... this is absolutely impossible!" Elton stood up suddenly, his originally confident face changed drastically. He had staked his honor and academic career on the line. If Fitch lost, everything would be over!
"Aloy! Tell me, what is the result you calculated? It must be different from that kid's, right?" Elton looked at Aloy beside him and asked nervously.
Everyone in the hall also looked at Aloy and Liszt. Fitch had already admitted that the answer calculated by Amy was correct. Now he only needed to know whether the answer calculated by the two of them was the same as Fitch's to verify that Fitch had If it is strange, it will also determine the outcome of this duel.
Aloy slowly put down the pen in his hand, looked at the final answer on the paper, and raised his head to look at Elton with a somewhat complicated expression, "Fitch's answer is correct."
"My calculations are the same as Fitch's."
At this time, Liszt also put down the quill in his hand and looked at Mag and Amy in his arms, his eyes full of admiration and admiration.
"How... how is it possible..." Elton staggered, his body swayed and he almost fell. He rushed to Aloy's desk in two steps, grabbed the paper on the table, and looked at it. After the final calculation, his legs softened and he sat down on the ground, his face already pale.
There was silence in the hall, and the faces of the conservatives were extremely ugly.
With Aloy's identity, it is naturally impossible to falsify something that can be easily verified. Otherwise, once word spreads, the blow to his reputation will be fatal.
If three people confirmed it at the same time, the outcome of this duel was beyond doubt.
With the terrifying speed of calculating the answer in half a minute, Amy crushed the genius Fitch, who was known as Alma's successor, and won the duel.
"In this duel, little contestant Amy wins!"
The host stepped forward and pointed at Amy.
"Won!"
There was a burst of cheers from the reformists.
After being suppressed in ten consecutive debates, they fought back in the last one. With the miraculous performance of the father and daughter, they managed to reverse the outcome. This feeling of surviving from a desperate situation is really a test of the heart.
"It takes half a minute to calculate a two-digit multiplication. This can no longer be described as a genius. It is simply a monster!"
"The key is that half a minute doesn't seem to be the limit. According to Mr. McGonagall, if the little girl calculates with a pen, it may not take half a minute."
"It's really amazing! Could it be that Mr. McGonagall has even figured out the two-digit multiplication table? If we learned it, would we be able to calculate it so quickly?"
In addition to cheering, everyone in the reform group also started talking softly. Those who were originally attacked by the conservative group had some doubts about whether the decimal system and the multiplication table were worth insisting on. However, after seeing Amy's terrifying calculation ability, all doubts have been dispelled. Now their minds There is only admiration for Mag and expectations for his future.
The research on hexadecimal systems in the arithmetic community has formed a fixed pattern. In terms of seniority ranking, they are not in their turn.
But the decimal system is completely different. This is a completely new field. Now they will be the first batch of people to study it in depth. Now it seems that the possibility of this system replacing the hexadecimal system is extremely high.
These ten base debates may be recorded in the annals of the Los Empire's arithmetic history, especially the last one, which is very likely to be a key node in reversing the course of the Los Empire's base system.
Mr. McGonagall, who proposed the McGonagall multiplication table, and his arithmetic genius daughter are destined to leave a mark in the history of arithmetic.
Byron stood up, looked at Alma and others sitting opposite and smiled: "Since the outcome of the duel has been decided, the previous agreement will naturally come into effect. From today on, the conservative faction will not interfere with the innovative faction for any reason. To promote and publicize the decimal system, the Ministry of Education will supervise this matter and hope that you will not do anything that exceeds the rules and regulations."
"Lord Byron, don't worry. It's the agreement we agreed to. Naturally, we won't break it." Alma's face didn't look good. She slowly stood up and looked at Mag: "But I don't know if those scholars know this so-called The multiplication table was written by a chef, are they still willing to learn and promote it?"
Mag looked at Alma and mocked: "The hexadecimal system back then may have been a whim of a chef who lived in a cave when he was squatting. Don't you treat it like a treasure now? The text even came from the stone wall. It evolved from the random graffiti on the Internet. Do you think that because your ancestor was a primitive man who drank hair and drank blood, you would dislike it and not use words?"
"Hmph! Sharp teeth and sharp tongue!" Alma waved her hand with a somewhat ugly look on her face and walked out of the hall.
Aloy took a deep look at Mag, then stood up and left.
The two young scholars helped Elton up and walked past Mag and the others with their heads lowered.
"Uncle, I hope you will still remember what you just said, and pass the good news of the seal to everyone as soon as possible." Mag added with a smile.
"You!..." Elton's eyes widened and he fainted.
"Mr. McGonagall, right? Can I learn decimal from you?"
At this moment, Fitch walked up to Mag, looked at him and asked.
