Group Pet Little Fat Baby: I Have Four Big Daddies

  Chapter 73 A good answer

   "Fat Tuan, you can feel at ease, winning or losing doesn't matter." Peony bent down and urged.

   "Yes, don't stress."

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

   Bend down to Minghou: "Your aunt is right, winning or losing is not important, what we compare is mood."

"Father, auntie, don't worry, although I haven't been to school, I have seen the world. Master Song is different. He only saw the small Loushan Academy." Ye Qianning didn't speak. I forgot about Master Song.

   "Hahahahaha, stay calm in times of crisis, okay, this temper is just like your father's and mine." Xiang Minghou laughed.

  Master Song is so angry that his brain hurts, so I will let you show off your tongue and kneel down to the mountain gate to see if you can still laugh.

  Qian Fanji clasped his hands in his sleeves, looked at everything in front of him indifferently, his indifferent eyes were stained with doubts, he had seen Ye Qianning's method of injecting needles in Helian Palace.

  Sophisticated and agile, calm in technique, calmer than the imperial physicians who are over half a hundred years old in the palace.

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

  Master Song is an academic genius recognized by Bei Li, with high prestige. Few people in the world can surpass him. How could she win?

   Not long after, Professor Fang finished preparing the tables and chairs, and Ye Qianning and Master Song each sat down.

  Before Dean Chen took up the pen to write down the topic, he glanced at Ye Qianning, would the six-year-old baby be simpler?

   "The dean looks down on me because I'm younger than me." Ye Qianning raised his head and smiled sweetly as if he knew what Dean Chen meant.

  President Chen laughed loudly when he saw this: "You are a ghost."

  What Xiaowa said is that age is not the essence of defining a person's ability at all, since competitions should be taken seriously regardless of their size.

  Ye Qianning looked at the questions. Although they were in traditional characters, fortunately, she could understand the numbers. These questions were easy for her.

  Modern calculation methods are many times more advanced than ancient ones. In their eyes, no matter how esoteric a mathematical genius is, they are at most high school level.

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

   For supernatural beings, knowledge, speed, identification, decomposition, and memory are the most basic training methods. There are many places where it is impossible to carry any high-tech. If you want to reproduce it perfectly, it is memory.

  Just a glance, Ye Qianning didn't even write, and directly stated the result of the question.

   "This..." Dean Chen was shocked.

  Master Song had just received the question, and Ye Qianning had already spoken the answer before he even started to write it down.

  Old Gu also looked confused: "Old Chen, isn't it?"

  Dean Chen’s question was written casually, right?

   "Yes, one point is not bad." Dean Chen finished the calculation, and the hand holding the brush trembled.

  Old Gu's eyes widened in shock: "This doll... this doll..."

  Qian Fanji's pupils also showed a lot of surprise, one glance, just one glance, how did she calculate it?

   "Girl, are you...really right?" Xiang Minghou didn't have the idea of ​​winning at first, but now his daughter knows the answer without even doing the math, it's amazing.

   "Little baby, do the math." Dean Chen took up a pen and wrote a long section on the rice paper, and handed it to Ye Qianning.

  (end of this chapter)