Group pet Xiaopangbao: I have four big daddies

Chapter 73 A Good Answer
"Fat Tuan, you can compare with peace of mind, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose." Mudan bent down and urged.

"Yes, don't stress."

"Fat Tuan, come on, my aunts are optimistic about you."

Xiang Minghou bent down: "Your aunt is right, winning or losing is not important, what we compare is mood."

"Father, auntie, don't worry, although I have never been to school, I have seen the world. Master Song is different. He only saw the small Loushan Academy." Ye Qianning did not speak. I forgot about Master Song.

"Hahahahaha, stay calm in times of crisis, okay, this temper is just like your father's and mine." Xiang Minghou laughed.

Master Song is so angry that his brain hurts, so he asked you to say a few words and kneel down to the mountain gate to see that you can still laugh.

Qian Fanji clasped his hands in his sleeves, looked at everything in front of him indifferently, his indifferent eyes were stained with doubts, he had seen Ye Qianning's method of injecting needles in Helian Palace.

Sophisticated and neat, with a calm technique, he is calmer than the imperial physicians who are over half a hundred years old in the palace. At this time, facing the master of the Loushan Academy, he calmly said that he was more knowledgeable.

The six-year-old doll didn't panic at all, and he couldn't help but wonder, could she really win?

Master Song is an academic genius recognized by Bei Li, with high prestige. Few people in the world can surpass him. How could she win?
Not long after, Professor Fang finished preparing the tables and chairs, and Ye Qianning and Master Song each sat down.

Before Dean Chen took up the pen to write down the topic, he glanced at Ye Qianning, would the six-year-old baby be simpler?
"The dean is younger than me, so he underestimates me." Ye Qianning raised his head and smiled sweetly as if he knew what Dean Chen meant.

Dean Chen laughed loudly when he saw this: "You are a ghost."

What Xiaowa said is that age is not the essence of defining a person's ability at all, since competitions should be taken seriously regardless of their size.

Ye Qianning looked at the questions. Although they were in traditional Chinese, fortunately she could understand the numbers. These questions were easy for her.

Modern calculation methods are many times more advanced than those of ancient times. In their eyes, no matter how profound a mathematical genius is, they are at most high school level.

Of course, that clumsy calculation method is not as fast as the multiplication formula in elementary school.

For superhumans, knowledge, speed, identification, decomposition, and photographic memory are the most basic training methods. There are many places where it is impossible to carry any high-tech. If you want to reproduce it perfectly, it is memory.

With just one glance, Ye Qianning didn't even start to write, and directly stated the result of the question.

"This..." Dean Chen was shocked.

Mr. Song had just received the question, and Ye Qianning had already uttered the answer before he even started to write it down.

Gu Lao also looked confused: "Old Chen, isn't it?"

Dean Chen's question was written casually, right? He even had to calculate it himself. He picked up a pen and calculated it by himself, and the answer he got was exactly the same as what Ye Qianning said——!
"Yes, one point is not bad." Dean Chen finished the calculation, and the hand holding the brush trembled.

Gu Lao's eyes widened in shock: "This doll... this doll..."

There was also a lot of surprise hidden in Qian Fanji's pupils, one glance, just one glance, how did she calculate it?
"Girl, are you...really right?" Xiang Minghou didn't have the idea of ​​winning at first, but now his daughter knows the answer without even doing the math, it's amazing.

"Little baby, do the math." Dean Chen wrote a long section on rice paper and handed it to Ye Qianning.

(End of this chapter)