CHAPTER 397: CHAPTER 137: TRIUMPHANT RETURN_4

Then in the game, each kill counts as one point. Whoever reaches ten kills first ends the game. The final total points are added up, and the one with the most points wins. On average, each round takes about five minutes. They’ve already switched out three people, and Qiao Yu has won five rounds in a row."

Zhang Zhuowei succinctly said.

Zhou Liang shook his head. For Qiao Yu, this is too easy. The previous method was better, directly solving math problems while playing the game.

But it doesn’t really matter now.

All those who come to participate in this competition are proud and ambitious folks. A defeat in the game might even affect their mindset.

"Three people switched, five rounds won—a best-of-three format?" Zhou Liang asked.

"No, the American team has already lost two rounds but refuses to step down. They insist on another round," Fu Shaohua explained from the side.

"Hmm... really? Already losing it?" Zhou Liang suddenly wanted to laugh but held it back.

"It might not be just about the game. Qiao Yu heard him claim he’s from the American team, and then asked what his gender is, and the kid seemed to get upset.

Actually, this kid is pretty good. Both rounds, they both calculated correctly, but fell short in the game. The first time by five points, the second time by two points."

Fu Shaohua explained.

Zhou Liang was stunned for a moment, then couldn’t help shaking his head...

Indeed, that sounds like something Qiao Yu would say. This kid knows how to get under people’s skin...

"What the F..."

"Bang..."

Just as they were introducing, suddenly heard a curse. The game ended, and the guy next to Qiao Yu already took off his headset and threw it on the table.

Zhou Liang glanced at the big screen, Qiao Yu should have won, something like 10:8.

"The result is minus 3368." On the other side, Qiao Yu didn’t even take off his headset and directly reported the answer.

"Wow, awesome!"

"Badass!"

"oh, shut!"

"Incredible!"

...

The sudden burst of cheers and applause in the room startled Zhou Liang.

Then he saw the few students standing behind Qiao Yu, clapping hard with their palms turning red.

Clearly indicating that the answer Qiao Yu gave was correct. This means that even if the opponent calculated correctly, they still lost.

After all, the numbers are displayed on the screen, even if mental arithmetic skills aren’t great, a phone could calculate it just the same.

"7629!again!" The American player casually reported the answer, then picked up the mouse again.

"No, No, No, You’re out of the game. Maybe tomorrow." Qiao Yu glanced at the opponent, shook his head said.

This guy from Connecticut has already lost three rounds, yet still wants to be humiliated.

Qiao Yu doesn’t mind giving him a lesson, but he also wants to share the love a little.

The opponent still wanted to say something more, but Zhou Liang thought they couldn’t let these kids continue playing...

"Alright, let me say a few words. Maybe we should end it here for today. Our team members, including Qiao Yu, just got off the plane not too long ago, so they need rest early today.

If everyone is interested in this game, you can continue. If anyone wants to challenge Qiao Yu, they can do so after tomorrow’s opening ceremony. Of course, every day after the exams is fine too."

Zhou Liang’s voice was loud enough for Qiao Yu, wearing a headset, to hear it clearly. He looked towards where Zhou Liang was standing, then took off his headset.

"Sorry, the leader asked us to rest, if unsatisfied, continue tomorrow."

...

The Huaxia team members all withdrew, but the game in the conference room did not stop because of their withdrawal.

After Qiao Yu left, someone was already stepping up with a computer to fill the spot...

Obviously, this game is quite popular. Even the leaders of the various countries did not object.

Of course, this is also because the game has been simplified.

If it were still like last time where they played games while solving Olympic Competition problems, that would be a different story.

However, seeing the other kids still itching for more, Zhou Liang couldn’t help but feel a bit irritated.

But considering the upcoming exams, he merely suggested, "Next time in the evening when Qiao Yu is challenging them, you should seize the time to rest. What’s the point of joining in the fun?"

"Yes, leader."

A few voices responded lazily.

"Alright, you all go back to your rooms with Professor Zhang and Professor Fu. Qiao Yu, you stay a moment."

After the others left, Zhou Liang informed Qiao Yu about the meeting’s final decision.

"Good news, the guiding committee voted, and you can participate in this competition."

"Hmm, I guessed it from your expression just now." Qiao Yu smiled, calmly without surprise.

Of course, this calmness probably also relates to Qiao Yu’s inner lack of regard for this IMO.

Anyway, if he couldn’t participate in the exam, he would have other ways to help publicize his alma mater. In short, he wouldn’t disappoint the good guy and Old Zhang.

"Huh?" Zhou Liang began to reflect, does he seem like the kind of person who can’t hide anything?

"Then I’ll go rest as well, Professor Zhou. It’s good you stopped the game, I really feel a bit tired. If I played a few more matches, I might actually lose."

"Alright, go rest." Zhou Liang waved him off.

He needed time to reflect on himself, whether he was too transparent, to be easily seen through by a teenager.

...

The next day was the opening ceremony of this year’s IMO. Nothing much to say, anyway, Qiao Yu’s impression of various opening ceremonies is about the same.

He actually had the chance to go on stage to say something, but he declined. Being able to participate is enough; other things don’t need to be flaunted.

In the morning, an official organized a social and photo-taking activity, mainly to promote the sponsors of this event, but it only lasted two hours.