"Mr. Yu, don't you know yet?" Duke Annan asked. No wonder he had been thinking about why the leader of the Chinese team hadn't come to them to ask for an explanation. He didn't know about it at all.
"What do you know?" Yu Qi frowned even more.
Duke Annan thought for a while and shouted outside the house, "David, please come in."
Soon, a person pushed the door open and came in. It was Mr. David, the receptionist. His heart trembled when he saw Yu Qi.
He is actually an employee of the Logistics Office of London University College, and this time he was borrowed by the organizing committee of the mathematics competition.
"Mr. Principal, are you looking for me?"
Duke Annan nodded, "David, you were here just now. Come and tell Mr. Yu what happened." He felt so embarrassed that he couldn't speak out at all.
Yu Qi looked at David with questioning and oppressive eyes.
David swallowed, not daring to delay, and immediately described the matter, not daring to omit anything or add anything to the story. After all, he still remembered that he had something in someone else's hands.
The more Yu Qi listened, the uglier his face became. By the end, he was almost so gloomy that he could shed tears.
Is this what Qingyun said about arguing with others? After such a big matter and having suffered so much grievance, she actually downplayed it so lightly and didn't say anything?
Yu Qi felt angry and distressed now. He knew that she didn't say anything because she didn't want them to worry, but Yu Qi just felt distressed, and Qingyun was so sensible that it made people feel distressed.
Seeing his ugly face, Duke Annan quickly said: "Mr. Yu, don't worry, we have dealt with that student seriously. This time it was our dereliction of duty in educating the students. However, I assure you that there will not be anything like this again." things happen."
Yu Qi took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Mr. Principal, I understand."
"Then this matter..."
"Just handle it here." Yu Qi said.
Everyone has taken care of it, and the principal has apologized graciously, so what else can he say? Besides, Qingyun should not have suffered a loss. He heard David say that the kid was beaten by Qingyun, and he must not have gained anything. Tomorrow is the final game. At this time, it is better to let it go and not get into trouble. .
"Okay, okay, Mr. Yu, thank you for your generosity." Duke Annan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
What he fears most is that if this matter spreads, it will damage the reputation of their school. After all, harassing women, racial discrimination, and attacking other people's countries, he can't imagine the seriousness of each of these words. Now it can be resolved peacefully. It just couldn't be better.
"Then I'll leave first, Mr. Principal."
"good."
Yu Qi walked out of the principal's office and walked to the dormitory. He walked on the campus of London University College. The soft street lights illuminated the road ahead, but it could not dispel the haze in his heart.
Yu Qi's current mood is both angry and helpless. Ever since they set foot on this land, they have suffered discrimination and injustice over and over again. Why? It's not because they are not strong enough and their country is not strong enough that they are being bullied so unscrupulously!
Just like the road in front of him, it seemed to be illuminated by warm lights, but there was more darkness around it that could not be illuminated by the lights. They were the people walking alone in the darkness.
The road ahead is long and the night is endless. Yu Qi looks ahead and says, let's go, go forward, until the day is bright, then everything will be fine.
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At the same time, the building where the London University College Organizing Committee works is still brightly lit. In order to get the written test results out as soon as possible, the marking teachers of the organizing committee are working overtime to mark the test papers.
"Mr. Lambert, are there any candidates who have solved the last question?" Mr. Stevens, chairman of the organizing committee, asked Lambert, the leader of the marking team.
Lambert shook his head. He looked at the pile of corrected test papers next to him and sighed, "Not yet. Many students have written a lot, but their ideas are obviously wrong."
"The difficulty of the last question is indeed beyond imagination. It is indeed too difficult for these candidates to solve it."
Stevens nodded. This result was within his expectation. After all, their organizing committee had discussed the last question of the test paper for a long time but had not yet come up with it. Later, they even hired an expert in four-number theory, which was enough. After thinking about it for six hours, I still couldn't answer that question.
The reason why they put this difficult question into the test paper was because they hoped to find a mathematical genius who could solve this question. However, it seems that their hope has been disappointed so far.
"Thank you for your hard work." Mr. Stevens looked at the time. "Mr. Lambert, it's getting late. How about we stop here today? We will continue grading tomorrow."
Lambert shook his head and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a marking teacher next to him scream, "Oh God!"
He turned his head, frowned and asked, "Vade, what's wrong?"
The marking teacher named Wade focused on the test paper in front of him, and his eyes were a little dull.
"Vade!" Lambert raised his voice.
Wade finally came to his senses. He pointed to the test paper in front of him, his voice trembling a little, "Mr. Lambert, come and take a look at this test paper."
"What?" Lambert walked over full of doubts.
His eyes fell on the test paper in Wade's hand. Wade's finger pointed at the last question on the test paper, which was written densely.
Mr. Lambert didn't pay too much attention, because he had graded many test papers before, and he also wrote a lot on the last question, but he only wrote and did not actually answer the question.
"What are you looking at?"
Wade still pointed to the question, "Mr. Lambert, take a closer look. I think this candidate's solution is correct."
"What?" Mr. Lambert was stunned. Stevens, who was about to leave, stopped when he heard this and turned his head sharply.
"Let me take a look." Lambert was anxious, grabbed the test paper, and began to look at it carefully.
The other marking teachers also heard the commotion and all gathered around.
Lambert looked at the answers on the test paper, his eyes focused and serious, and he followed the idea of solving the problem in his mind, thinking all the way, and muttered, "Veda's theorem, Vedic's theorem..."
"That's right, that's right, it's the Vedic theorem and the method of infinite descent, the Vedic jump, yes, it's the Vedic jump!" Lambert became more and more excited as he spoke, and the more he spoke, the more certain he became. His eyes were bright and excited.
"You did it right, you did it right, this question is solved!" Mr. Lambert's hand holding the test paper was trembling a little, and the muscles on his face were twitching.
"What? Mr. Lambert, are you sure?" Stevens looked incredulous. He originally thought that no one would be able to solve the last question, but now things have turned around?
