"Fat group, you are at ease, it doesn't matter if you win or lose." Peony bent down and admonished.

"Yes, don't be pressured."

"Come on, fat group, aunts are optimistic about you."

Xiang Minghou bent down: "Your aunt is right, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, let's compare the mood." ”

"Dad, auntie, don't worry, although I haven't gone to school, but I have seen the world, Master Song is different, he only sees the small Loushan School Palace." Ye Qianning didn't forget to damage Master Song when he spoke.

"Hahaha, don't mess up in danger, okay, this temper is the same as your father and me." Xiang Minghou laughed.

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

Qian Fan Lin clasped his hands in his sleeves, looked at everything in front of him lightly, and his indifferent eyes were stained with a trace of doubt, he had seen Ye Qianning's needle technique in Helian Palace.

Sophisticated and neat, the technique is calm, compared to the imperial doctor who is more than half a hundred years old in the palace, he is calmer than the master of Loushan Xue Palace at this time.

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

Song Fuzi is a recognized academic genius in Beili, with a high prestige, and very few people in the world can surpass him at the moment, how can she win?

After a short time, Fang Jiao finished preparing the tables and chairs, and Ye Qianning and Song Fuzi each sat one.

Before Dean Chen put pen to paper and wrote down the topic, he glanced at Ye Qianning, should he be simpler for a six-year-old doll?

"The dean looked down on me when he was younger." As if knowing what Dean Chen meant, Ye Qianning raised his head and smiled sweetly.

Seeing this, Dean Chen laughed: "You are a ghost. ”

What the little doll said is that age is not the essence of defining a person's ability at all, and it is necessary to take the competition seriously regardless of the size.

Ye Qianning looked at the questions, although they were in traditional Chinese, fortunately, she could still understand the numbers, and these questions were easy for her.

I don't know how many times more advanced modern computing methods are than ancient times, and the mathematical genius in their eyes, no matter how profound it is, is at most the realm of high school.

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

For people with special abilities, knowledge, speed, identification, decomposition, and memorization are the most basic training methods, and there are many places where you can't carry any high-tech at all, and if you want to reproduce it perfectly, it is memory.

Just at a glance, Ye Qianning didn't even move his pen, and directly said the result of the question.

"This ......," Dean Chen was shocked.

Song Fuzi had just gotten the question, and before he could write it, Ye Qianning had already said the answer.

Gu Lao also looked blind: "Old Chen, right?" ”

Dean Chen's question was written casually, right, he still had to calculate it himself, and when he put pen to paper, he calculated it himself, and the answer he got was exactly the same as what Ye Qianning said——!

"yes, that's not bad." Dean Chen finished calculating, and his hands holding the brush trembled.

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

There was also a lot of surprise hidden in Qianfan's lonely pupils, one glance, just one glance, how did she calculate?

"Girl, you...... Really right? "Xiang Minghou didn't have the idea of winning, but now his daughter doesn't even need to calculate to know the answer, it's too godly.

"Little doll, you do the math." Dean Chen took a pen and wrote a long piece on rice paper and handed it to Ye Qianning.