Xin Zhixia looked at Xiaobai and saw the pen going back and forth between Xiaobai's fingers.
The pen rotates quickly and the fingers fly freely.
It can be observed that the six fingers of the young man's right hand are particularly flexible.
Xin Zhixia had an unexpected expression on her face, feeling that she was just a little too naive in front of Xiaobai.
So I put away my pen silently and carefully admired Xiaobai's fancy pen-turning.
If this scene were placed in the past, the movement here would definitely not attract other people's attention.
However, people in the hall are now writing and drawing. In the eyes of people who use their brains, this kind of distracting pen-twisting movement that can be seen in the peripheral vision is really unbearable.
"I said, if you don't understand, don't write anymore." Fanchen couldn't help but angrily spoke.
He originally had no intention of following the calculations, but after using his brain for a short time, he inexplicably started to become more serious and became obsessed with it along with the others.
In the past, Xiaobai and Xin Zhixia's behavior would have also angered Qiuqiu, but she still has another quality.
This quality is called double standard.
She can be angry with strangers and opponents for three days and three nights, but for her friends or people she likes, she will disappear for a moment and immediately stand on their side.
"Then you're done? Do you understand?"
Fanchen was feeling depressed, he felt that this ball was really haunting.
However, this time he wanted to reply, but was interrupted by others.
Guan Xiaoqi looked at the paper in front of her dullly and spoke to Qiuqiu, "I can't figure it out. No matter how I calculate it, there can only be eight at most."
Qiuqiu's attention was instantly diverted. She looked at the paper in front of her, curled her lips, and said helplessly, "No, my brain power has deteriorated, and I can only count eight."
"Although my calculation ability is not good, I can only calculate eight." Yuan Wu scratched his head and looked at the paper in front of him.
"Is there a bug in Dead Space?" Wan Xin covered the lower half of his face with paper and whispered a guess.
As soon as these words came out, a group of people looked at her.
Wan Xin swallowed nervously, blinked and said, "Isn't it?"
Qiuqiu pursed his lips, picked up his paper, and started discussing with everyone.
"Let's compare Disciple Bode to O, Disciple Frigga to B, and Disciple Huodu to A. Let's sort it out."
After hearing what Qiuqiu said, Wan Xin muttered and asked: "Why not compare it to ABC? Is AB0 a new example? How come letters and numbers are still combined?"
Xin Zhixia's head was full of black lines, and she had a rough guess about Qiuqiu's thoughts.
The little girl really spreads her thinking to the extreme.
In her opinion, this is probably not the number 0, but the letter O.
A is Alpha, B is Beta, and O is Omega.
But I have to say that the division according to the camps is indeed quite consistent.
Hearing Wan Xin's words, Qiuqiu paused and responded loudly, "This is not important, but you made a mistake when writing it on the paper. This is the letter O, Ome... um, the O in Orange."
Everyone's response was very dull, and they agreed with the ABO classification standard.
Xin Zhixia, on the other hand, raised the corner of her mouth and looked at Qiuqiu.
Qiuqiu originally relied on the fact that no one understood him and he could do whatever he wanted.
Now seeing Xin Zhixia's meaningful eyes, she blushed instantly, then coughed, pretended not to notice, and started to explain.
"The initial allocation is O1-O8, A1-A2. According to reasoning, infection should require the existence of something similar to the source of infection, so we regard O1 and A1 as the source of infection. But in fact, if we calculate it this way, no matter what, it will not happen in the end. There are nine.”
Yuan Wu raised his hand to try to answer, and echoed: "Yes, that's what I thought at first, but then it got stuck, and there can only be seven."
Fanchen glanced at Yuan Wu and sneered: "How can it still be stuck like this? There can obviously be eight."
"Huh? Where did the eight come from?" Yuan Wu looked at his paper and felt like he was getting dizzy.
This algorithm is very basic. No matter how stupid he is, he can't make a mistake.
Guan Xiaoqi looked at the two people and explained silently: "If O1 touches all O's once, then except O1 which has 7 halos, the other O's only have 1 halo. When O2-O8 all touch A2 respectively, they will collectively Become Frigga's Apostle. Then O1 consumes 2 more halos and touches A2, and A2 will also turn into O. The number of touches reaches the standard, but after clearing, there is no halo, and O1 can no longer be touched, so there is no way to switch immediately. .”
Yuan Wu nodded, "Yes, that's where I figured it out. You see, there are A1 and A2 that turned into O, plus an O1. There are three people who are not Frigga's apostles in total."
Hearing this, Lu Feipeng added speechlessly: "A2, which has become O, can touch O1 the next day, so that it will have a halo. If it touches A1 again, it will become Frigga's apostle."
Wang Lei, who was writing and drawing on the side, also thought about this line, so he went on to complete the entire line.
"In this case, O1 will have 6 halos. Even if the number of touches is not up to standard, if he touches the dark camp on the second and third nights, there will still be at least 2 halos. There is no way to turn into Frigga. The apostle’s. Therefore, this plan will only have eight at most.”
Yuan Wu followed what Lu Feipeng and Wang Lei said and sorted out what they said on the paper.
Finally, he widened his eyes, gave a thumbs up to the two of them, looked at the others, and said excitedly: "You are so smart! I forgot, you can still touch them the next day."
However, when this compliment came out, the other players who were praised did not feel very honored.
Guan Xiaoqi was speechless, Qiuqiu was speechless and held his forehead, and Lu Feipeng had black lines all over his head.
Wang Lei and Fan Chen rolled their eyes.
Dou Shuyu looked at Yuan Wu quietly with a smile on his face.
Only Wan Xin pursed her lips and comforted Yuan Wu in a low voice: "Actually, I didn't react at first. I only found out after reading Guan Xiaoqi's paper."
Dou Shuyu had not spoken before and just watched everyone analyze quietly.
Now seeing everyone frowning and thinking, he smiled and comforted: "Actually, this is not the point at all. There is no need to be so serious. According to theory, there will always be nine in a random combination."
The other players did not agree this time, as if they were trapped in the pursuit of results, and did not stop writing because of Dou Shuyu's words.
The smile on Dou Shuyu's mouth froze.
Qiuqiu cupped his chin and stared at the ceiling, thinking. He tapped the pen on the table and said tangledly: "But I can only count eight, and I feel very unhappy."
These words resonated with many people present.
Xin Zhixia, who had been watching the show, couldn't help but point out after hearing Qiuqiu's words.
"Don't make blind calculations. It is recommended to think differently and try again."
When the others heard Xin Zhixia's tone that seemed to be pointing, they couldn't help but look up at her.
Wang Lei narrowed his eyes behind his glasses, "Oh? It seems like you've figured it out?"
Guan Xiaoqi is too aggressive, so it is easy for her to lose sleep at night if she does not get the answer.
Her reaction was as exciting as the others as always, and her eyes suddenly brightened as she looked at Xin Zhixia.
"Hmm~"
Xin Zhixia looked at everyone with raised eyebrows and hummed softly.
