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C71 No Solution to This Problem

In the team lounge of Cheng Yu, a group of study tyrants were excitedly asking for fart.

"Brother Chong, how many gold medals have we won?"

"The fourth time or the fifth time? "No pressure at all."

"Sigh, I've won too many gold medals. I really want to try my luck with a silver medal."

"…"

Hearing these words, Bai Chong just smiled faintly without saying anything. The winners of the annual provincial entrance exams were enough to take a round around the sports field, and this time was no exception.

"Qin Luo, I really hope you can give me a surprise." Bai Chong sneered in his heart.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

Three muffled sounds came from the wall clock. It was 10 o'clock in the morning and the results were out on the official website.

Everyone quickly took out their cell phones from the Southwest Alliance's official website.

"Shua!"

A white light flashed and the scores of all the contestants appeared on the screen.

Beishan City representative team: Qin Luo 50 points, Lin Shan 28 points, Huang Zhen 29 points … The total score was 156 points.

Cheng Yu City representative team: Bai Chong 35 points, Zhou Haibo 30 points... Total score 153 points

Gongkou City representative team: Lin Tao 28 points, Gou Xia 25 points... Total score 137 points

"How is this possible!" Bai Chong let out an earth-shattering scream as he looked at the different categories on the official website.

He could hardly believe his eyes.

Qin Luo had actually scored 50 points! Perfect score!

And he only got 35 points!

His face was red from the swelling, and his expression was as if he had just eaten a bitter gourd.

Just yesterday, he was still confidently hooting in front of Qin Luo. But after only 16 hours, the cruel reality slapped him heavily in his face.

At this moment, he wished he could find a hole to hide in.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How can he get a perfect score?"

"Cheating is definitely cheating. Other than cheating, there is no other reason to explain."

"…"

After a short period of silence, the entire lounge became noisy. Their faces and ears were red, and their faces were fierce. They really wanted to tear Qin Luo into pieces.

"Teacher, what is going on?!" Bai Chong turned around and looked at the leading teacher. He needed an explanation.

Behind him, a middle-aged woman wearing a black business suit had a gloomy expression on her face.

Her name was Song Shuiqing, and she was one of the special teachers of Cheng Yu Seven High School.

For four years after she took over the race, Chengdu dominated the top spot.

But four years later, they had lost.1

He had only lost a few points, but he had lost to a top student.

"The theory of the Seven Bridges of Guinness is inconclusive." She faintly said, "So the answer to this question does not exist."

It was an eighteenth-century mathematical problem, one of the seven bridges in the beautiful little town of Gonisburg. The island in the middle of the river was connected with two bridges on the left and right sides of the river. There was a problem among the inhabitants of Guinness Castle at the time: how could one walk seven bridges at a time, each of them once, and then return to its starting point? Everyone tried to find out the answer to the question, but no one could solve it. The Mathematics world acknowledged that there was no solution to this question!

"…" Stunned, continued to be confused.

The top scholars and tyrants from Cheng Yu were all stunned.

Bai Chong was even more dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his own ears. Song Shuiqing's words were like a thunderbolt striking him in the head, and he felt as if someone poured a bucket of cold water over his head, causing his entire body to go numb.

It did not exist!

Even in such a rigorous provincial team competition, the answer to the question did not exist.

They had never even heard of it, much less seen it.

"Plop!"

Bai Chong was enraged. His eyes darkened as he staggered and fell to the ground.

His face was pale and his body was trembling like a sieve.

He had used thirteen methods to prove it, but the answer was unassailable.

He knew that he had lost, and he had lost miserably.

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