The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267: 257 Professor of the Imperial University Enters the Fray: Do You Even Qualify? [4 Updates]

Teng Yunmeng, however, grew even more nervous.

The problem was difficult; she had just finished reading it and barely formed an idea that hadn’t fully taken shape yet.

With Ying Zijin being called up like this, could she possibly solve it?

Teacher Mong handed over the marker: “Don’t write the answer directly, remember to explain as you go along.”

As the live broadcast began, the barrage of comments also started to increase sporadically.

[Is this the art student?]

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[That face, absolutely stunning, could go into the entertainment industry and outshine all the top celebrities.]

[Finally seeing this art student, I want to see if she’s actually capable, what makes her eligible for the ISC direct entry to the international competition.]

Xiu Yan flicked her hair and also turned to look at the blackboard.

In her view, Ying Zijin was at most on par with her, and it was even possible she was not as good.

She too wanted to see if Ying Zijin could actually do it.

Beside Xiu Yan, a student snickered: “Without the help of Teng Yunmeng and Feng Yue, how can she solve this problem?”

If she couldn’t solve this problem, she simply wasn’t fit to participate in the international finals.

“This problem is quite simple,” said Ying Zijin, holding the marker, her voice steady and calm. “Let’s draw an auxiliary line here, then use this formula…”

She spoke while writing.

Her pace wasn’t fast, and her thought process was crystal clear.

Gradually, the expressions of the other students turned serious.

Teng Yunmeng’s mouth fell open.

Ying Zijin’s approach to problem-solving was completely different from hers, saving at least six steps.

In competitions, time is crucial; saving steps means tackling more problems.

Teacher Mong looked at the rows of solutions being written down, her face feeling like it had been slapped, burning with pain.

The problem had been obtained from Imperial Capital University; of course, she had worked on it herself, but she had never considered this method of solving it.

A high school student, more knowledgeable than her?

Yet, just then, Ying Zijin finished writing the last digit: “I’ve finished explaining.”

Teacher Mong’s expression stiffened awkwardly, as she couldn’t bear to look directly into the girl’s eyes: “Correct, correct.”

Ying Zijin wiped her hands and returned to her seat.

The cameraman knew exactly what viewers found explosive, so he zoomed in for a close-up of her.

In the frame, the girl’s delicate eyelashes and porcelain skin, so smooth it seemed poreless, were on full display.

A real, stunning visual attack.

The barrage burst forth.

[Holy shit, this beauty is suffocating, I’m dying of envy.]

[I checked, this problem is an adaptation of a problem from last year’s International Mathematics Competition, but it’s even more difficult.]

[Damn, are art students this awesome now? Good at drawing and at math, a true all-rounder!]

[Enough, didn’t you see Teng Yunmeng whispering to her earlier? I say she was told the solution steps or it’s just a scripted show effect. Do you really expect an art student to be able to solve an International Mathematics Competition problem?]

[Sour, aren’t you? Jealous because someone’s better-looking and smarter than you.]

Xiu Yan’s smile slowly receded from her lips, and she finally began to take things seriously.

She glanced down at her phone.

The screen displayed the WeChat chat interface.

[Miss, the Ying Zijin you asked me to look into is from Verdant Middle School, a third-year student in class 19, and a good friend of Xiu Yu. The two of them have a very good relationship.]

[Because of her, Miss Xiu Yu doesn’t hang out in the nightlife scene much anymore, opting to go to school every day instead.]

[She indeed has talent in calligraphy and painting, but she’s incomparable to you, Miss.]

Upon seeing the name “Xiu Yu,” Xiu Yan’s eyes flickered and gradually turned cold.

She turned her head, looking at the girl, with a plan beginning to form in her mind.

After deleting the chat history, Xiu Yan sent a message to her agent.

[Brother Chen, tell my fans I will be live streaming tonight.]

**

The live broadcast lasted only two hours, mainly serving as a promotional kickoff.

For the next month, the cameraman would follow the students and then send the footage to the General Television Station for editing.

It wasn’t until after the training ended that Teng Yunmeng let out a squeal and hugged Ying Zijin: “Zijin, you are too incredible. How did you come up with that?”

“I didn’t think much,” pondered Ying Zijin, “just took a casual glance, I guess.”

Teng Yunmeng: “…”

Feng Yue: “…”