Chapter 7 How Am I a Disciple?

Liu Qi stood on the second floor of the Xianju, watching the scholars in the capital bite the pen and calculate hard, smiling slightly, a little proud. This ninth-order magic square can't be solved in just a few hours. He believed that in a few days, there would be no one in the capital to solve it.

"Miss, is this ninth-order magic square really so difficult" Under the tree, a woman's voice came.

Yang Fan didn't notice that there were two women standing next to the tree he was looking for. The maid held an umbrella, stood next to a girl in a Luo skirt, and asked curiously.

"Ruby, you don't know. This ninth-order magic square is different from the nine-square grid, and it has extremely high requirements for making up numbers and mastering vertically and horizontally. You see that the people at the front are all famous arithmetic scholars in the capital, and they have been working hard for half an hour. ”

The maid laughed and said, "That's because they are not as smart as Miss." Mr. Li has taught the young lady so much knowledge, and he must have been able to solve such a problem. ”

"Don't talk nonsense. This ninth-order magic square has extremely high requirements for matching numbers, cumbersome algorithms, and it is inevitable that there will be omissions in taking into account the overall situation. This Liu Qi is known as the first person in Jiangdong arithmetic, and he came to the capital today to set up a fight, clearly to compete and win the title of the first person in arithmetic. ”

The spring breeze blew, and Yang Fan, who was squatting on the edge of the tree, was holding butter paper and eating the bean halva. Since I was a child, this Shuntianfu bean halva candy tastes fragrant, tastes non-sticky, and is very fragrant. The wind blew, and the woman's skirt fluttered, which was also a coincidence, and it rubbed directly on Yang Fan's bean halva.

The woman was staring at the ninth-order magic square and thinking, and she didn't know that her Luo skirt was falling on Yang Fan's finely chopped halva.

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, glanced up, and saw that the woman did not react, so he picked up the Luo skirt with his fingertips. But seeing that the white Luo skirt was stained with yellow-white halva, it could be regarded as extremely cheap, and the kind Yang Fan used his fingers to help flick it away again. Then I continued to eat bean halva. Suddenly feeling that his eyes were a lot darker, Yang Fan looked up.

The woman under the umbrella bit her lower lip and looked at Yang Fan with an angry face. The maid on the side couldn't hold back any longer, kicked at Yang Fan, and said angrily: "Deng, dare to bully my young lady!" ”

Inexplicably, Yang Fan was stunned, I, why did I become an apprentice. Eat a bag of bean halva and become a disciple? Yang Fan stood up, dusted off the bean halva that was kicked over by the maid and stuck to his body, and said angrily: "Why did I become an apprentice?" ”

"You!"

The woman under the umbrella seemed to have two pools of blue springs in her eyes. Yang Fan really wondered, why should he eat a bean halva by himself.

"You pull my young lady's skirt, isn't this a disciple?" As soon as Hongyu shouted like this, everyone who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement turned around one after another, looking at Yang Fan with strange eyes.

"I ...... When did I pull your young lady's skirt? "I have to say that Hongyu's exaggeration is still quite strong. Yang Fan just picked it up and flicked it, and she directly and rudely said that it was pulling her skirt.

The woman's face became even redder, and two blue springs flowed down directly. Yang Fan has been so many girls in the 21st world, and he has never seen anyone crying when he touches a skirt. I didn't know what to do for a while.

Hongyu, who has a relatively straight temperament, was also dumbfounded for a while, and no one saw it secretly at first, but when she howled like this, the scholars and Xiucai in the capital all looked over.

"Hey, hey, stop. How did you speak, your young lady's skirt floated on my bean halva, I haven't said anything, I kindly picked it up, why did you wicked people sue first? Yang Fan's eyes widened.

"Dengzi, such excuses are all made up. Miss, you must ask the master to arrest him and squat in prison! ”

The woman didn't speak, just looked at Yang Fan resentfully, as if she was going to eat him. Tears lingered. Yang Fan saw that the woman was only crying and not speaking, and he was even more depressed, grabbing his scalp and saying, "Na, stop!" This young lady, no matter how you say it, we are all characters with heads and faces. ”

"Get rid of them!"

"I ...... Okay, well, how to say that I am also a figure with a head and a face. As soon as Yang Fan's words came out, Hongyu gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, and the woman burst into tears.

"Wrong, wrong, how can you say that you are also a figure with a head and a face, how can I prove that I am not a disciple. You can't put me in jail just because of a packet of bean halva, right? ”

The woman glanced at Yang Fan resentfully, and then looked at Liu Qi, who was smug upstairs in Xianju, she just wanted Yang Fan to make a fool of herself, so she said: "Go up and solve all three questions, I believe that you are not a disciple." ”

"That's it?"

The woman bit her silver teeth and said, "That's it." The woman hated Yang Fan's frivolity, just like making him make a fool of himself in public.

Seeing the woman's angry words, everyone turned their eyes back to the Xianju Tower, and understood Yang Fan and the woman as a pair of angry men and women.

"Cheng, that's what you said." Yang Fan walked forward. These days, why don't you want to pretend, someone forces you to pretend. Could it be that pretending to be forced is being forced to pretend?

There is still no one who can solve the ninety-nine square grid. The arithmetic genius of the younger generation in the capital, the waste paper in front of the table has been piled up, and countless pieces of manuscript paper have been used, and there is still no one to fill the ninety-nine square grid.

"Trouble, borrowed, borrowed." Yang Fan squeezed through the crowd. Finally, he walked to the front of the Xianju Building, and he was about to go inside.

"This brother."

"What?"

"Xianju Building is closed today. If you want to eat, please go out. After calculating for too long, Han Yu, a young student who had given up, stopped.

"I'm going to solve the problem, is there a problem?"

"You?" Han Yu looked at Yang Fan suspiciously, "Dare to ask who Brother Tai is from?" ”

"Isn't it okay to be self-taught?" Yang Fan was too lazy to grind with him, so he walked directly into the Xianju Building and went to the second floor. Those scholars who were still struggling raised their heads, looked at Yang Fan who was walking upstairs, and said angrily: "Who is this person?" So rampant? ”

No one seems to know Yang Fan. Only a few ordinary people who had listened to the book yesterday recognized him and shouted, "Isn't that Brother Yang?" Is there still a lot of achievements in mathematics? ”

Liu Qi looked at Yang Fan who came up and said, "What about the results of your calculations?" Yang Fan glanced at him and said, "This thing still needs to be calculated?" ”

"Bastard! This man is so arrogant, he must break his leg later! ”

Liu Qi smiled: "Oh? That brother Tai means ......"

Yang Fan took the brush on one side, wrote a "one" at the top of a column in the ninety-nine square grid, and then wrote "two" at the bottom of the column on the right, and began to write to the upper right. Every time he writes to the side, he jumps on one line, changes to the other end, and continues to write, and in just a short time, he fills up the entire ninth-order magic square, puts down the pen and says, "Next question." ”