Fish swimming around the world

Nangong Xin was already dumbfounded and could not speak for a long time.

This episode was so inappropriate. Jiang Fan not only lost the flaw of hiding his name, but also became a model of being indifferent to fame and fortune. Linjiangxian, Shuidiaogetou, Queqiaoxian, these three poems definitely made him completely deified. And Nangong Xin, on the other hand, became a complete clown, a scum who maliciously threw dirty water.

Mr. Cao shook his head and smiled bitterly. If he had known this, he should not have said so much nonsense. It would be better to directly gamble. Now the situation is one-sided in favor of Jiang Fan. I am afraid that it will be difficult to kill Jiang Fan today. Moreover, even if he succeeds, it is unknown whether he can be successfully beheaded under the protection of the masses.

As the heir of the first-class wealthy family in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Nangong Xin was blinded by jealousy and was as stupid as a pig!

Mr. Cao's eyes flickered, and he was even thinking whether he should kill Jiang Fan at this moment. After all, the real target was not this kid. You know, the identity of that person is even more unclear now. Even from the performance of the little butcher, it is very likely that he is not the person the gang is looking for. What he did today was just to verify it. Before, he could consider killing Jiang Fan to avenge the hundreds of gang members who died, but now the price to pay is probably too high.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a low voice in his ear: "If you want to know the truth, you must kill Jiang Fan."

Mr. Cao was startled and looked around quietly. Others seemed not to have heard it. It should be just a voice transmission to him. I don't know who did it. But the next moment he immediately realized that he was riding a tiger and it was impossible to end it peacefully. If he didn't move Jiang Fan, he couldn't verify his guess about that person, and there was no way out. What's more, if they hide in Paradise City, with Jiang Fan's talent, it would not be difficult to live there for a lifetime. As long as he didn't go out, he couldn't do anything to them. As time went on, there were many variables. This time, I happened to meet Nangong Xin, this idiot, which is a great opportunity. I must seize it to get rid of Jiang Fan and break the deadlock, and see how that person reacts.

At this time, the announcer said loudly: "Today's gambling game, we specially invite Zeng Daxueshi of the Great Zhou to witness it, and the city guards will supervise and execute it. Please welcome Zeng Daxueshi."

"Zeng Daxueshi? This old man of the Great Zhou is also here?"

"Hehe, you don't know, Zeng Daxueshi was a famous playboy when he was young, and he is still ambitious at his age. I heard that he is very close to a famous flower in Baihua Tower. Since leaving the court, he often comes to Jile City to have fun."

"This old man is knowledgeable and has a high reputation. I didn't expect that he would be willing to act as a witness this time."

"It's not surprising. Jiang... Jiang Fan is now respected as a poet, so it's inevitable that Zeng Daxueshi is interested."

Jiang Fan is not very interested in who will be the witness. Anyway, it's the same in his eyes. However, the blue-robed old man who came on the stage seemed to have a strange look in his eyes, as if he was observing himself. Jiang Fan couldn't help but look at him a few more times. But he saw that the great scholar Zeng showed him a meaningful expression, which made him feel a little puzzled.

The great scholar Zeng looked at both sides, brushed his beard and said: "I am Zeng Jing, invited to witness this game. According to the agreement between the two sides, the winner will be determined after three rounds. Now both sides can ask questions. I wonder which side will go first?"

According to the agreement, each side will ask a question in each of the first two rounds, and it will take a cup of tea. If the answer is wrong, it will be a loss, and if both sides answer correctly, it will be a tie.

Jiang Fan said indifferently: "I don't care."

Nangong Xin on the other side has calmed down under the comfort of Mr. Cao. He now knows that it is meaningless to argue with Jiang Fan about poetry. As long as Jiang Fan dies, everything else can be solved. So he put his mind at ease and focused on dealing with the gambling game.

"Since Mr. Jiang is so generous, I will ask the questions first. This time, I want to bet with Mr. Jiang on math! Each of us will ask two math questions, and the one who gets the most correct answers will win."

Mathematics? Everyone was very surprised when he spoke. Many people had imagined many possibilities, but they didn't think of this.

"This Nangong Xin is really smart. Mathematics is broad and profound. Poetry and prose can be learned at a certain age with only talent, but math can only be achieved through accumulation over time. Mr. Jiang is only sixteen or seventeen years old. Even if he starts learning from recognizing words, it will be difficult to achieve great success."

"Does Mr. Jiang dare to accept the challenge?" Nangong Xin said proudly: "If you don't dare, you will lose."

Jiang Fan said impatiently: "Wait, can't you ask the questions quickly? If I kill you, I still have to go back to drink with a few beauties."

At this point, he didn't hide his desire to kill Nangong Xin at all.

Nangong Xin snorted coldly: "Okay, I will make you lose clearly. Mr. Cao will ask a question."

The old man with a sinister face beside him slowly stood up: "Please listen carefully, Mr. Jiang: There are pheasants and rabbits in the same cage. There are thirty-five heads on the top and ninety-four legs on the bottom. How many pheasants and rabbits are there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd exclaimed: "This is too difficult. This question has been raised for decades and has stumped countless mathematical masters. So far, only the on-site arrangement method can solve it. The problem is that we can't go out to buy chickens and rabbits at this moment. Time does not allow it. Isn't it sincere to come up and take Mr. Jiang's life?"

The old man in blue robe also frowned. Nan Xin's side proposed a bet on mathematics, but he never thought that he would come up with such a difficult problem.

"Mr., this, this is what to do?" Wei Xiaohong looked a little flustered. This question is too difficult. Could it be that Jiang Fan will fail in the first round?

The old man surnamed Cao smiled and said, "Mr. Jiang, you only have a cup of tea, please solve the problem as soon as possible."

Everyone looked at Jiang Fan nervously. A cup of tea, almost impossible.

Jiang Fan frowned.

Nangong Xin was overjoyed when he saw his expression: "Jiang Fan, didn't your maid just say that you are well-read? Why can't you figure it out?"

Seeing Jiang Fan frown, the others also felt nervous. Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan said slowly: "I thought you could come up with some difficult questions. Even a three-year-old child can answer such questions. It's hard for this old man to come out and embarrass himself at such an old age."

"You...!" Nangong Xin was furious and sneered: "Don't bother talking. If you have the ability, calculate it!"

Mr. Cao was not angry either, "Oh? Mr. Jiang is so confident? Please give the answer."

The blue-robed old man looked at Jiang Fan: "Mr. Jiang, don't underestimate this question. Do you need pen and paper to calculate it?"

Jiang Fan waved his hand: "No, the answer is very simple, pheasant twenty-three, rabbit twelve."

He opened his mouth and everyone was stunned.

"You, this is impossible! How can you calculate so quickly?" Nangong Xin's face changed drastically, and Mr. Cao also stayed on the spot.

Seeing his expression, everyone already knew the answer. Jiang Fan got it right.

"Oh, this Mr. Jiang is indeed a genius. It's not enough that he is the best in poetry, but he is also so accomplished in mathematics."

Bai Xiaocui and others were also very surprised. Jiang Fan gave them too many surprises.

Looking at the looks of Nangong Xin and others, Zeng Daxueshi knew that the answer was correct.

"Mr. Nangong, is Mr. Jiang's answer correct?"

"This... I..."

"Mr., don't be nervous. We prepared a question for insurance. He definitely can't answer it." Mr. Cao comforted him and bowed to the stage: "Mr. Jiang is very talented, and the answer is correct."