Reborn At Weight Camp: General Don't Mess Around
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Yang Ye tilted his head. After pondering for a while, he said, “Your grades are very good. If you do not want to study abroad, you can get into one of the top universities in China. I'm different. My family wants me to study in the United States or Australia.”

“Wherever we are in the future, let's work hard together,” Ye Jian said. He had no intention of discussing which university he would go to. Pointing outside and smiling, she said, “That's very beautiful. What's that place?"

Now that the topic was returning to the University of Sydney that Yang Ye had followed with great interest, he stopped asking Ye Jian any questions. His eyes shone as he looked in the direction Ye Jian pointed. “It was the Central Tower, the landmark building of the University of Sydney.”

Built in 1850, the University of Sydney is considered one of the most beautiful universities. It's important to Australia's politics and economy, and it has grown an awful lot of politicians and millionaires.

Buses are parked under the Central Tower, the school's most iconic architecture. The tower is as beautiful and magnificent as a royal palace in Europe, and the beautiful statues at the top of the tower are the embodiment of the long history of this famous school.

The race runs from eight in the morning to one in the afternoon. After that, students can walk around the campus freely. Currently, some students lingered in sight. As soon as they got off the bus, they headed to the main teaching building.

In the main teaching building, there was a large hall that could accommodate hundreds of people. Inside the hall, there were 288 tables. Each table is 90 centimeters long and far from each other. Students should sit in the middle of their desk, which is an easy way to prevent cheating and facilitate supervision.

As everyone sat down, Ye Jian sensed that many people in all directions were monitoring all the students.

Top politicians graduated from the University of Sydney and attended the Science Olympiad twice, giving a short speech to encourage students. As the bell of the bell tower begins to ring, the test of theory begins.

The hall was completely silent after the exam papers were handed out. Each student is immersed in the complicated puzzle of the Mathematical Olympiad.

The test consists of five sessions in total, including algebra, geometry and mathematical theory. Each session contains smaller sections. The more puzzles students solve, the more challenging the following questions become, and the more time they need to solve the questions.

All the teachers are outside the exam room. Through the large screen display, they could see how fate their students were. International police focus camera lenses one after another on the students, trying to figure out who among them is controlled by an international drug cartel.

In the office, Xia Jinyuan focused her gaze on the three Vietnamese boys, whom Ye Jian had told her. Three hours after the exam began, a Vietnamese boy stood up, stuffing his exam papers into an archive pocket. With his head bowed, he walked past the other students.

"Here, zoom in." Xia Jinyuan pointed to the screen as the Vietnamese boy walked past one table. His hands moved smooth, which was difficult to notice.

He took a few screenshots and zoomed in a few times. A black and small ball of paper slipped out of the boy's hand. As he turned to the next drawing, he saw a paper ball on the student desk and the student covered it with a scrap piece of paper.

At the sight of this, two international police officers looked at Xia Jinyuan meaningfully. They took out an intercom to tell their comrades, who were disguised as school guards, to pay attention to the whereabouts of the Vietnamese student.

Outside the hall, the Red Scorpion looked at his disciple who was walking towards him. Alert, he looked around. "Done?" he asked the students in their native language. Even if one could understand their language, they would assume that he asked if the student had submitted the exam paper.

The boy looked a bit pale. Nodding, he said timidly, “Done. Teacher, you don't need me to do anything else, do you? I... I haven't finished my exam.”

"The test? Do you want to continue the exam? Son, your sister is in their hands, your father is in prison, and your mother is waiting for you to come home. Are you sure you are still thinking about the test?” The Red Scorpion sneered, raising his hand to pat his disciple on the shoulder. “Smart kids know how to choose. Come, visit this university.”

The head of the eavesdropping detector was focused on the teacher and the students in the corner. As Xia Jinyuan heard disjointed and subtle voices, she wrote "a kidnapped sister, an imprisoned father, and a mother are waiting for her son" on a piece of paper.

"OK," said a European police officer. He took over the paper, waved it and looked at it with a haughty expression on his face. He laughed mockingly. “I don't think we need this so-called important clue. Alright, comrades, you can go to the side to rest, we will take care of everything here from now on. ”

His laughter was so sarcastic as if he was holding a scribble of a child rather than a hint.

"OK, and I hope everything goes well with your work," Xia Jinyuan said confidently and calmly. As he turned around, he said to his other comrades in casual attire, "Now that they are monitoring the target, we can go back to rest for a while."

They must definitely sleep to save their strength.

European police officers continued to taunt them. “Yes God, I've never seen a military man as useless as them. They behave like children. Headache once.”

“Alright, Dude. For God's sake, shut up. They are already very unfortunate; there is no need to frustrate them,” said another tall and strong man with brown eyes. He glanced at the two soldiers as they walked away. 'Oh my God, they're so skinny!' he thinks.

Xia Jinyuan had walked to the door. As he opened the door, he turned to look at the man. The bloodthirsty and ferocious look in his eyes made the man thump in fear.

However, when the man looked at Xia Jinyuan again, all he saw was a gentle and refreshing smile on his handsome face.

The man wondered if all he saw was an illusion.

Ten minutes after the Vietnamese students left, the other students also left the exam room.

Chinese students are still immersed in the exam. Sometimes, they frown; and when they solve a problem, they will give a confident smile.

In every science olympiad, Chinese students are always at the top of the list. Just like former Chinese students, this year's students are also detail-oriented with impressive logical thinking.

When interviewed by an Australian TV station, Director Li replied with a calm smile, “I believe in every one of our students. They are enthusiastic about math and they see each exam as an exploration. So, their score doesn't matter anymore.”

“That's important they like math. If they take the exam just for fame, they cannot find the true meaning of the mathematical exploration.”

Friendship comes before competition. What a good spirit!

But the Chinese students did not waste any effort in this competition. Because no one wants to end up in the last place!

Undeniably, they are very enthusiastic about mathematics.

The moment when they finally solved a difficult puzzle after a long contemplation, they would understand Pythagoras' euphoria as he exclaimed: "All things are numbers!"