When September is about to bottom out, the documents of the Municipal Education Commission have been conveyed to all middle schools in the four districts and three counties of Qinghe City, and this year's Olympic Trials will begin.

This is a major event in the education industry in Qinghe City, and it is also a major event in the No. 1 Middle School of the City. In the Olympic Games last year, the No. 1 Middle School of the City and No. 7 Middle School of the Province were behind a very subtle gap. Therefore, this year Ouyang Zhilin assigned a deadly task to Yang Feng and must win the No. 7 Middle School of the Province.

In fact, there is no need for the principal to urge this. Yang Feng tried his best to win the No. 7 Middle School of Provincial High School once. So on the day he received the notice from the Municipal Education Commission, he personally summoned the school that this year's first-year high school students were expected to show their strength in the Olympic Games to the office.

It is still a cliché, and it is touched by emotion and reason. It is hard for Teacher Yang to be a big old man, but he is like a hero going on a war, full of passion and murderous aura.

What surprised Wu Pu was that Qian Xiwen was actually one of the few seed contestants in this group.

Seeing the black-edged glasses on the bridge of this guy's nose, Wu Pu didn't listen to a word from Teacher Yang's words and devoted all his thoughts to Qian Xiwen.

This guy always looks indifferent, his two extremely thin lips are tightly pursed, and his thick eyebrows are slightly frowning, as if he is thinking at any time, like a deep thoughtful person.

Wu Pu does not understand physiognomy, but he is always a human being in his second life and has seen countless people. Qian Xiwen's physiognomy is definitely not the kind of person who is reckless. Such people will carefully calculate the gains and losses and plan the plan in everything they do. Without the confidence of a stable win, they will definitely not start.

At this moment, after listening to Teacher Yang's passionate speech, the other students expressed their determination, but this guy was as steady as a rock. He only locked his brows tightly and pursed his lips to ponder. Even when Teacher Yang asked him if he had confidence, he just said lightly, "I'll do my best."

Wu Pu suddenly felt that he seemed careless. From any perspective, Qian Xiwen is not a small person. Such a person can quickly stand out and occupy the position of leader no matter what environment he is in.

Undoubtedly, Wu Pu’s previous judgment of Qian Xiwen was wrong, and it was quite outrageous.

Qian Xiwen is not just a bean sprout, but also very likely a loach that is about to cross the gantry.

In this way, the incident of Tudou Fat making up for Wanxiao seems to have another hidden secret. At least, this will definitely not be the result of Qian Xiwen's instigation.

"It's interesting-" Wu Pu couldn't help laughing. If it was difficult for Niu Jianjun to let him contact the circle of the second generation of Qinghe children before, then now he has found fun.

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Everyone dispersed, and Yang Feng kept Wu Pu.

"Teacher Zhu has talked to you, right?" After more than an hour of tossing, Yang Feng spoke with dry mouth and looked extremely tired.

This old teacher who has devoted his whole life to education is indeed not easy. Seeing the fine sweat beads on Yang Feng's forehead, Wu Pu couldn't help but sigh in his heart. A sincere admiration arose in his heart. He no longer made jokes like before and said seriously: "I've talked. Thank you Teacher Yang for speaking for me. I can't guarantee what grades you can get in this Olympics, but I will definitely do my best."

"Just do your best." Yang Feng was indeed extremely tired. He sat on the chair and didn't want to get up again. He picked up the teacup on the table, but found that it was empty inside.

Wu Pu hurriedly took the teacup and took the water and handed it over, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the Olympic registration form on the desk. He couldn't help but frown, "Teacher Yang, have Pei Na also registered?"

"Ah? Yes." Yang Feng took two sips of hot water, his face obviously looked a little better. He picked up the information on the table, and his eyes were filled with a kind of heartfelt joy. "Don't underestimate this classmate Pei Na. Although she failed in the entrance examination, her strength is unquestionable."

Wu Pu never doubted this. He locked his brows tightly, but felt that judging from Yang Feng's expression, the old teacher seemed to know Pei Na very well.

Yang Feng saw Wu Pu's frown as suspicion. He was slightly dissatisfied and snorted: "Don't believe it, you kid. If you really compare it, the gap between you and her is really not a small part."

Wu Pu was stunned and his eyes suddenly became eager. He knew too little about Pei Na, and he had never felt it before. He had only met again after he was reborn for several times, but he had different feelings when he saw him.

In his heart, Pei Na became a mysterious girl.

"This is a bit hurting self-esteem. If you don't mind, how about Teacher Yang give me an example? In this way, I will be convinced." Wu Pu deliberately said a little angry. In fact, he was afraid that Yang Feng would stop talking and missed an opportunity to understand Pei Na.

Yang Feng smiled calmly and said, "You guy, you are just unstable. Let's put it this way, Pei Na's thinking speed is the strongest student I have ever met in so many years of teaching, no doubt about it. Do you know what this means?"

Wu Pu shook his head. It seemed that Yang Feng had indeed known Pei Na for a long time, otherwise why would he give such a high evaluation?

"Have you ever played the Rubik's Cube?"

Wu Pu nodded and said, "I played it when I was a child, and I was from ordinary third to fifth levels."

Yang Feng asked: "Take the third-level Rubik's Cube as an example. The minimum step is to restore, how many steps do you need?"

The minimum step reduction of the third-level Rubik's Cube is called the number of God. The minimum step that Wu Pu can do is thirty, which is already a rare master.

"Pei Na broke the world record and twisted out the theoretical number of Gods. Can you do it?"

Wu Pu’s shock was hard to describe. How could he never hear about such amazing achievements in the theoretical existence of God?

"Don't believe it, I watched it happen with my own eyes. Pei Na did only take twenty steps. twenty steps, can you do it?"

Wu Pu smiled slightly. He didn't think that the respected old teacher would lie. He was really shocked Pei Na's IQ.

"How is it, are you convinced?" Seeing Wu Pu laughing far-fetchedly, Yang Feng smiled and said, "But don't belittle yourself. A person's IQ cannot determine everything. There are all kinds of things in life, each with its own strengths. Study hard, and you can still excel in your field."

"Thank you, Teacher Yang." Wu Pu thanked sincerely, "Can you tell me something about Pei Na?"

"Why, are you feeling the pressure?"

“Some.”

"You don't have to care too much. Children as old as you will be under too much pressure, but they will easily suffer." Yang Feng was really worried that Pei Na's excellence would bring frustration to Wu Pu. At this time, he was a kind and kind elder. "You should study hard and don't take other things to heart. The world is so big that it is not just a stage."

Knowing that Yang Feng had a wrong intention, Wu Pu was a little disappointed, but he couldn't hurry to ask questions. In this way, the old teacher would only misunderstand his intention more and more. He had to thank him and say goodbye.
Chapter completed!