In the brief fifteen minutes, the first round of the competition: a complete wipe out!
The three students on stage all failed to solve the three problems within the allotted time, not to mention the third question, the fastest one among them didn't even finish the second question.
There was a collective sigh from the audience, clearly, the difficulty of the questions far exceeded everyone's expectations present.
Several professors sat expressionless in their seats, waiting for the next round.
Survival of the fittest, they had long been accustomed to such scenes.
The dean of instruction sitting in front of Qingran took out a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his movements somewhat shaky.
Even Qing Mo sitting behind Qingran exclaimed "holy shit" several times in surprise.
