sovbooks Chapter 38: Even when I gave you a chance, you were all useless.
Chapter 38: Even when I gave you a chance, you were all useless.
Lu Ren racked his brains and did his best to come up with three questions that he considered the most difficult.
He didn't believe that the seven-year-old Prince Zong San could solve these three difficult problems.
This time, he's bound to win!
He will gain both fame and fortune! His name will not only spread throughout the literary world, but he will also acquire at least tens of thousands of taels of silver.
He fantasized about the extravagant life he would lead after becoming wealthy. He put down his charcoal pencil, brushed the ink off his hands, and politely said to Xia Chengzong:
"Young Master Zong, the question has been prepared. Please answer it."
Xia Chengzong nodded slightly and walked to the wooden board.
The height of the plank was still too high relative to his height.
He ordered someone to bring over a stool, stood on it, picked up a charcoal pencil, and began to solve the problem.
The three questions that Lu Ren painstakingly came up with were, in his eyes, even easier than the in-class exercises he had done when he was learning calculus.
Therefore, he solved the three problems very easily.
At this moment, Lu Ren was completely stunned; he was even terrified.
He couldn't believe it at all. How could this seven-year-old young master Zong San possibly solve these three problems?
Could it be that he really figured out the derivative through his research?
No! No! It's not him, it can't be him!
The consequences were too heavy for him to bear; he dared not think about them any further.
Not only Lu Ren, but also hundreds of students present fell silent.
They never expected that the Third Young Master Zong would be able to solve these three problems.
The onlookers were also amazed.
Although they couldn't understand the questions, and were even too far away to see them clearly, they probably couldn't even read them.
However, they could see the expressions on the faces of the students present.
Judging from the students' expressions, they could deduce that the Third Young Master Zong had indeed solved the problem.
They immediately became excited; something interesting was about to happen!
Xia Chengzong put down his charcoal pencil, stepped off his stool, patted the charcoal marks off his hands, and looked at Lu Ren, asking:
"I've solved these three problems. Now, should you admit that I wrote the derivative theory?"
A fine layer of sweat appeared on Lu Ren's forehead.
He stammered, "Solving these three problems only shows that you are very good at derivatives, but it's not enough to prove that you wrote the theory of derivatives..."
Xia Chengzong chuckled and said, "But you didn't say that before. You promised it in front of everyone."
"If I can solve these three problems, I can prove that I wrote the theory of derivatives."
"Why are you changing your mind now? What do you have to say?"
Lu Ren lowered his head in shame, and the faces of hundreds of students burned with embarrassment.
However, neither Lu Ren nor the hundreds of students spoke up for a moment.
This matter has become quite a big deal.
It's so big that they can't back down.
If they admit that the theory of derivatives was indeed written by the Third Prince, wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting that they framed the imperial grandson?
They simply cannot afford such consequences.
Therefore, at this point, they were in a difficult situation.
At this moment, the onlookers were stunned by the shamelessness of this group of students.
They pointed and whispered at the group of students. Although it was impossible to hear what they were saying, it was probably nothing nice and they must have been cursing very rudely.
Dr. Song was so ashamed that he couldn't lift his head. He was about to step forward when Xia Chengzong stopped him.
This play is only halfway through; it's not finished yet!
Well, he gained over 15,000 emotion points from just half of this play.
How could we possibly miss such a great opportunity to gain emotional value?
He chuckled softly and said, "When my grandfather learned of this, he was furious and wanted to order the arrest of the people, but I stopped him."
"I could have chosen not to reason with you, but now that I'm trying to reason with you, you're resorting to dishonest tactics?"
"I'll then order your capture. Surely no one will dare to complain then?"
"However, this is the Temple of Confucius, before the Sage Confucius, so I'm willing to give you another chance!"
"All of you can brainstorm together, and this is not limited to derivatives."
"You can give me ten problems. If I solve all ten, what should I say then?"
Upon hearing this, hundreds of students said one after another, "If you can solve it again, young master, we will willingly admit defeat."
Xia Chengzong nodded and said, "Alright, you can start asking questions now."
After Xia Chengzong finished speaking, he boarded the carriage to rest and waited for them to give him the questions.
The hundreds of students quickly began to discuss it.
Before long, they selected the ten students who were best at mathematics.
Each of them came up with the most difficult question, making a total of ten questions.
At this point, they had to admit that the Third Young Master Zong was indeed a prodigy.
The theory of derivatives was probably really written by this young master Zong San.
They were all harmed by Lu Ren.
However, this is not the time to dwell on this.
Although this Third Young Master Zong was a prodigy, he clearly looked down on them.
Even Dr. Song wouldn't dare say he could solve the ten problems they came up with through brainstorming.
If they could stump this Third Young Master Zong, they would have a way to back down.
Perhaps in time, things will turn out fine and even disappear altogether.
The ten people they selected racked their brains and each came up with what they considered to be the most difficult question.
After the question was set, they helped Xia Chengzong down from the carriage.
After reviewing the ten questions, Xia Chengzong had to admit that they were quite well-designed.
There were a few problems that even he had to think about for a while before he could come up with a solution.
However, in the end, it couldn't stump him.
He stood on a stool, picked up a charcoal pencil, and began to answer the questions one by one.
He solved all ten questions in just over half an hour.
With each problem solved, the expressions on the faces of the students behind him grew increasingly grim.
When he finished solving all ten questions, all the students turned ashen-faced.
Putting down his charcoal pencil and setting down his stool, Xia Chengzong asked:
"Did I answer all ten questions correctly?"
"Oh, right."
"So, what do you say now?"
The hundreds of students were devastated, as if they had lost their parents. But at this point, they had no face left and dared not try to cheat anymore.
They could only say, "We believe that the theory of derivatives was written by the young master. We have wronged him and are willing to accept the punishment."
Xia Chengzong did not speak, but instead ordered someone to wipe the wooden board clean.
He stood on the stool again, picked up the charcoal pencil, and quickly wrote down ten questions.
He clapped his hands and said, "I'm giving you one last chance. You have three days. If any one of you solves any one of the problems, this matter will be over."
Having said that, he ignored the group of students, invited Dr. Song, got into his car, and drove away.
On the carriage, Dr. Song was filled with shame because of the behavior of hundreds of students from the Imperial Academy.
Xia Chengzong, on the other hand, was overjoyed as he watched the numbers constantly changing on the Sky-Mending Stone.
In a short while, his emotional value soared to 20,000.
And it was still beating rapidly.
I believe it won't be long before I accumulate 100,000 emotional points.