Chapter eight hundred and ninety second shot a bit ruthless(2/2)
I have to say...her experience was a miracle, a miracle that cannot be replicated.
"Xu Mang?"
"Your wife is a celebrity now!" Mr. Chen said: "In our circle, everyone's parents will mention Yang Xiaoman, and then they will keep sighing, first of all, she married you, which is a good story, and secondly, she
With his earning power, Yang Xiaoman has become the target of many people in the top second-generation circles in Beijing."
"oh..."
Xu Mang glanced at the time and said calmly: "I'm going to pick up my wife. Just send your home address to my WeChat account. Xiaoman and I will come over."
"good!"
...
at the same time,
Yang Xiaoman has completed the first nine questions. At this time, she will face the biggest test given by Xu Mang, a suffocating question. After careful consideration, this violent airport is going to be driven crazy.
asshole!
Inhumane!
How to solve this?
Yang Xiaoman was so angry that he gritted his teeth. In order to satisfy his bad taste, he even asked such a question. However, it was not without a solution. According to Xiaoman's recollection, in fact, this kind of question was usually very deceptive. As long as
Find the logical confusion and it's almost solved.
Generally speaking,
The answer to this kind of question is very simple. He rarely designs a complex calculation process for the last question. There are often only a few steps, but each step requires constant deliberation.
right...
He is a bitch!
Following this idea, Yang Xiaoman started to analyze p10, and sure enough... the solution was quickly solved, but I have to say that this big pig's hoof is very bad.
well...
It’s over!
It took forty-two minutes and twenty-seven seconds.
Yang Xiaoman raised his head and glanced at the other five. Although he couldn't see their expressions, he could tell through their sitting postures and back figures that they were cold and that her husband was a bit harsh.
"Ahem!"
"Associate Professor Sun."
"I've finished it...can I hand it in in advance?" Yang Xiaoman sat in the corner of the last row and asked Associate Professor Sun on the stage.
In an instant,
Everyone present looked at her with disbelief in their eyes.
this...
Is this done?
No no no,
She must be a graffiti artist! I swear on my life...she is a graffiti artist!
Feeling the confused eyes around him, Yang Xiaoman finally understood why her husband always liked to hand in papers in advance, not to mention... This feeling was quite refreshing. He picked up the paper and walked towards Associate Professor Sun, then handed it to him.
He took a paper.
"The questions above are quite simple. If nothing unexpected happens...it should be full marks." Yang Xiaoman said.
Chapter completed!