I Am Not A Mage Lord

　　 School of Magic, Computer Classroom in the Marking Department.

　　 A group of apprentice masters are like laborious worker bees.

　　 is about the lifeblood of the mage class's "grand plan" for a hundred years. All the examination papers of the mysterious magic unified college entrance examination are electronically scanned and handed over to the Magic Academy for unified correction.

　　 But there are too many blank rolls, and the overall workload is controllable.

　　 "Hot eyes, if I were you, I would not dare to take the exam." The tall and thin young apprentice corrected seven or eight random answers and couldn't help but mock.

　　 "Come on, you and I didn't always get through it like that back then. Make a good change, there will be results before six o'clock." The delicate young girl apprentice encouraged.

　　 Just the next second, her shining eyes solidified like syrup.

　　 "This? Is this an early release?"

　　 The girl's palms were sweating and trembling slightly, and the ergonomic mouse almost couldn't hold it firmly.

　　 "What's the matter?" The middle-aged mage who was in charge of coordinating control, came over after hearing the words, and scanned the densely written answer sheet on the curved screen.

　　 is also surrounded by a group of curious and dedicated apprentices.

　　 "The questions are all designed by the senior leaders of the association, and the difficulty level is beyond imagination. Even if you leak the questions to you, a group of people working overtime may not be able to touch the edge of the standard answer."

　　The middle-aged mage was dressed in a pure white luxurious robe, his aura was condensed, and his stiff face disappeared within two seconds.

　　 "Three or three bans, isn't there a lot of answers. Although Juan Mian also answered four or four bans and long consecutive bans, he still can't balance the advantage of winning first. He is still an ordinary person who hasn't escaped the barriers."

　　 The girl rarely retorted, "There's more."

　　 The scroll wheel drew across, 26 kinds of regular opening analysis were spread out in detail, and it was pointed out that 19 of them would still win in the ban condition.

　　 The apprentice in the rear couldn’t help muttering, “In addition to the forbidden hand rules, there are actually exchange rules, Yamaguchi rules, Sosov’s opening rules... an average question is only 24 minutes, how did he come up with it?"

　　 "With the forbidden hand argument, you must win and lose the right way, but the layout is perfect, the balance method is detailed, and ingenious, you can give 40-45 points." The middle-aged mage nodded and closed the coffin.

　　 The girl was a little embarrassed, "Teacher, there's more."

　　 The silver screen is shining, and a new screen is ushered in.

　　 "Zermero's Theorem-In a two-player limited game, if both parties have complete information, and the game does not involve the element of luck, then one of the first or second players must have a winning or undefeated strategy."

　　 "With mathematical induction, according to the following proof, there must be an undefeated strategy for black chess."

　　 Dimensionality reduction blow!

　　 This is already the strongest solution for most "chess" games!

　　 Because they all satisfy the "limited" and "non-luck" elements.

　　 The middle-aged mage's face turned pale.

　　 The tall and thin apprentice said, "Teacher, in fact, this is just undefeated, not necessarily winning as the subject requires."

　　 But the girl didn’t seem to notice, she scrolled to the next page—

　　 "Proof 2: The backgammon first-hand must win programming proof method based on searching for ‘Threat-Space’."

　　 Under the title is a densely packed programming proof algorithm!

　　The middle-aged mage finally lost his mind. He didn't even look at the specific proof, and shouted, "Call up the answer to the target's other questions."

　　 The girl nervously said, "Teacher, I don't have this permission."

　　 "You open the interface, I will lose the magic and activate the authorization code." The middle-aged mage said with a serious expression.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the answers to the remaining questions of the mysterious candidates were shown in front of everyone.

　　"A paper again? Non-cooperative game equilibrium? In an infinite number of games, Nash equilibrium tends to Pareto optimal, from mutual betrayal to mutual loyalty?"

　　 "Let me go, this equation can actually be calculated in the examination room? That is eighty or ninety digits!"

　　 "The title gives the idea of ​​natural selection and survival of the fittest. Can someone really derive a ‘genetic algorithm’? Simulate the local optimal solution under the evolutionary pressure of nature?"

　　 "These answers exceed the original'standard answers', right?"

　　 The sound of exclamation is endless, and the meaning of appreciation continues one after another.

　　 One after another, I came up with topics that I had studied for several years alone, but on this heavy answer sheet, the fonts are neat and clear, and there is not even a trace of alteration.

　　 The answerers are confident and clear from beginning to end.

　　 In the end, the expressions of these apprentices of the mage, who considered themselves the pride of heaven, turned from surprise to pale.

　　 In an instant, they witnessed the birth of a peerless genius.

　　 The kind of boss who can monopolize the training resources of the entire school has appeared.

　　 Ordinary people struggled to answer the questions on the first floor, their apprentices barely climbed to the second floor, the middle-aged mage settled on the third floor, and the examiner who gave the questions went deep into the fourth floor.

　　The answerer is on the fifth floor, across the clouds, looking down on the world.

　　 Despite being blown into doubts about life, everyone is still intoxicated when they appreciate the answer.

　　 The graceful solution is like a fangfei in the world, guiding the thoughts to dance gracefully.

　　 is just a curly length, and it has an end, as long as the number of fate.

　　 blank.

　　 "Where is the answer to question 9?"

　　 "Look at the answer to question ten!"

　　 "Huh? It's also blank?"

　　 For a time, everyone, including the middle-aged mage, looked at each other and puzzled each other.

　　 "I remember that the ninth and tenth questions are the kind of questions that can be used to fish in troubled waters." The girl apprentice frowned and analyzed, "Why don't you answer it the easiest way?"

　　 "Yes, a question is 50 points, 30 points are real, but it shouldn't be difficult to take a short cut of 5 points and 10 points."

　　 A genius who has broken eight consecutive questions, can't answer the last two comforting questions?

　　 is a bit ridiculous.

　　The eyes of the middle-aged mage gradually became deeper, and the incredible thoughts spontaneously emerged.

　　 "Call up his score in another subject!"

　　 The girl apprentice's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly switched to the database background to search.

　　 Then, her throat trembles like a bone in her throat, which is beyond words.

　　 "250 points!"

　　 "250 points for basic, 400 points for intelligence, scores completely opposite to those of mortals, interesting." The middle-aged mage shook his head on the spot and turned away with a wry smile.

　　 There is a group of apprentices left on the tree, some of them have not figured out the situation.

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　 "Hey, what do you think of your admission score?"

　　 "400 points for basic, 250 points for intelligence, and the sum is just 650 points, everyone is like this?"

　　 The "spell model" cast by the mage requires a lot of memory, and the "super magic skills" use the body to memorize it with great effort to turn it into instinct.

　　 "Basic knowledge" test tests the level of memory.

　　 But diligence can make up for one's weaknesses, and relying on hard work to recite a level of 400 points, the Master Association also recognizes that this is the only way for most people to win points.

　　 "This can't explain why he didn't answer the last two questions."

　　 "Stupid, how did you get in? This great **** got 8 questions with 400 points. Now that the line is pressed, why write it again?"

"I!!"

　　 For a while, the classroom was full of breathing and gasping sounds.

　　 Really confident that you can get a perfect score of 400 with just 8 questions?

　　 He would kneel below the rigid standard line of 650 points if one point is less, suffering for a lifetime!

　　 Is this the confidence of a real "genius"?

　　 At this time, the middle-aged mage had already walked to the gate, looking back at the apprentices who were talking about it, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Get ready to meet this new classmate, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, you will see that the end point you are pursuing is just the starting point for these geniuses. I have to report this to the top. "

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　　 Lynch in the center of the storm hobbled out of the prison wagon, each handcuffed with a pair of steel heavy iron shackles.

　　 After this night, the fate of reincarnation is about to be revealed.

　　 I have to say that after his luck has overcome the eighth problem, it can be used up.

　　 What are the next two questions?

　　 can't read it.

　　 So in the last 48 minutes, Lynch turned around and copied the paper "Gomoku and Threat-SpaceSearch" that Victor Allis used to prove through programming in 1992 that he must win in Gomoku.

　　 Alas, it’s better than nothing. I hope the scoring teacher will show some face.

　　 Three points depend on destiny, seven points depend on hard work, and ninety points are left, a strong teacher-student relationship.

　　 The guard on the side looked at Lynch's **** with the mark on the pen, and asked curiously.

　　 "When I first left the examination room, I saw someone said that the answers to the third question were 688, 1599, and 8600, and you seemed to have filled it in wrong."

　　 Lynch couldn't help but glanced at the guard beside him.

　　 Brother, you can only communicate this question with me.

　　 He pursed his lips and smiled and explained, "The answer is wrong."

　　 "Why? I just pressed the calculator in the car, that's right."

　　 "Your calculator does not have enough digits."

"what?"

　　 "Your result is 4.000000000180019123."