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After Lin Fan returned to Jiangbei University, he went straight to Room 305 of the training building.

At this moment, the twins, Xia Bing and Xia Xue, were seriously designing a model in front of the computers.

When they caught sight of Lin Fan, their eyes glowed with excitement.

Then, they each took out a bottle of energy drink from their backpacks and handed them to Lin Fan.

"Thank you," Lin Fan said.

He casually opened the two bottles of energy drinks and took a sip from both.

When Xia Bing and Xia Xue saw this, the joy on their faces intensified, and a pair of cute little dimples appeared indistinctly.

At this moment, Professor Zhang Yong walked in.

When he saw Lin Fan, he immediately shouted, "Lin fan, you're finally here!"

When Lin Fan heard this, he could not help but rub his nose.

Last Saturday, Zhang Yong had been sending him messages, asking him to come early for the training.

However, on Saturday, Xinyue Hotel auctioned off a hundred-year-old ginseng.

The hundred-year-old ginseng could help Lin Tao's illness.

Of course, Lin Fan had to go.

Lin Fan did not return to Jiangbei until Sunday night.

On Monday, it was his girlfriend Qin Yuxuan's birthday. Naturally, Lin Fan had to go to Modu to celebrate.

After all that, Lin Fan finally had the time to come to the training room.

Zhang Yong said helplessly, "Originally, I wanted to use these few days to train you. However, the competition is tomorrow. If I train you now, it'll affect your mental state for tomorrow's competition.

Zhang Yong sighed and said, "I'll talk about the rules again. The competition will last for 72 hours. The difficulty and intensity are very high!

"Especially for Lin Fan. He needs to calculate, write his thesis, and defend his thesis. It's a heavy task!

"But you must not panic or be nervous. Just be steady."

When Zhang Yong first saw the mathematical models of Lin Fan, Xia Bing, and Xia Xue, he was extremely excited.

He immediately felt that Jiangbei University had a chance to win the national prize or even the Higher Education Cup this year!

However, now, Zhang Yong had no confidence at all.

As a professor, Zhang Yong knew very well that students who were busy with other things would have their results affected.

He just hoped that Lin Fan and the rest could get the provincial award.

...

The next day, the weather was clear. The bright morning sun rose into the sky like a giant dragon.

Many students from the mathematics and computer science departments of Jiangbei University were walking toward the spacious lecture theater.

Today... No, for the next three days, they would be participating in the difficult National Mathematical Modeling Competition.

Counselor Sun Yaodong stood in the corridor far away and silently watched this scene.

At this time, a middle-aged teacher in his 30s or 40s said, "Teacher Sun, you got so many students to sign up for the competition. But it's useless if you only have quantity but not quality."

"That's not necessarily true," Sun Yaodong said. "Maybe a few of them will win the provincial prize."

The middle-aged teacher shook his head with a smile. Clearly, he did not take these words to heart.

...

In the lecture hall.

Zheng Jinbao looked at the tables that were two meters away from each other. He sighed and said, "It's over now. I can't copy even if I want to."

On the side, the students from the computer science and mathematics departments were speechless.

'So, you're participating in the National Mathematical Modeling Competition with the intention of plagiarism?'

Zheng Jinbao looked at Song Yi, who was sitting not far away, and muttered, "There's someone to keep me company anyway, so it's fine."

After he finished speaking, Zheng Jinbao opened the bottle of Coke and took a big gulp, his face full of enjoyment.

At this time, Song Yi also looked around.

When he saw Zheng Jinbao, he was obviously relieved.

The poor students could accompany together and would also rank bottom together...

Lin Fan sat on the chair calmly, looking extremely relaxed.

It was like he was not here to participate in the National Mathematical Modeling Competition but to drink tea.

"Xia Bing, Xia Xue, don't be nervous. It's just a competition. Relax," Lin Fan said.

Xia Bing and Xia Xue nodded repeatedly.

If they were participating in the competition with someone else, they would be as relaxed as Lin Fan.

However, they were on the same team as Lin Fan for the competition. They could not help but feel nervous.

That was because Xia Bing and Xia Xue had decided in their hearts that they would definitely do their best for Lin Fan and not drag him down.

Ding! Ding!

At this moment, a crisp bell sound rang throughout the lecture hall.

Then, three professors, all over the age of 40, slowly walked in.

Among them, the professor with white sideburns said, "Other than team members who are allowed to discuss in low voices, no one else is allowed to whisper to each other. Violators will be disqualified!

"The National Mathematical Modeling Competition begins now!

"Everyone, please look in front of you!"

As the old professor finished speaking, three questions appeared on the projector in the lecture hall and on the computers in front of everyone.

[1. Design a house.]

[2. Design a drainage system.]

[3. Design a parking lot.]

"Please choose one of the three questions to answer."

After seeing these three questions, the students were all dumbfounded.

Design a house? A drainage system? A parking lot?

Should these not be things that the architectural department should do?

This required drawing, designing, and so on, which was indeed a little complicated.

However, what did this have to do with the National Mathematical Modeling Competition?

Was the competition not about mathematical calculations?

Which part of this involved mathematics?

The students were stunned for a moment, and after a while, they began to discuss in low voices.

"Which question should we choose?" A short student from the Computer Science Department asked.

"The parking lot... It seems to be simpler?" a mathematics student of medium build said hesitantly.

Zheng Jinbao denied it and said, "Of course, it's the drainage system. We can just draw a few ditches."

The few of them looked at each other for a while before hesitantly saying, "Then let's design the drainage system."

...

Lin Fan casually glanced at the three questions and immediately had an idea in his mind.

"Xia Bing, Xia Xue, which question do you want to do?" Lin Fan asked.

Xia Bing and Xia Xue did not say anything. They just looked at Lin Fan quietly.

It was obvious that they were asking him to choose the question.

"Alright, I'll choose then." Lin Fan nodded.

He touched his chin and muttered, "Many cities are prone to water accumulation during heavy rain. It's troublesome to design a drainage system. However, it's indeed useful...

"Let's choose the second question, which is to design a drainage system."

Xia Bing and Xia Xue did not have any reaction at all and just nodded repeatedly.

At this moment, a crisp notification rang out in Lin Fan's mind.

[Ding! You've triggered a hidden mission: win the national prize in the National Mathematical Modeling Competition. Reward: five silver-red packets.]

Lin Fan's lips curled up.