The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 450 - 411 Global Fallout Ying Zijin Trash 1 Update
Chapter 450: 411 Global Fallout, Ying Zijin: Trash [1 Update]
Chapter 450: 411 Global Fallout, Ying Zijin: Trash [1 Update]
She didn’t speak those five words but stood there quietly, yet her eyes conveyed everything.
The girl had a tall and slender figure; from a distance, she appeared slightly frail.
Unlike the contestants from Yilan Public School, Ying Zijin wore Verdant Middle School’s blue and white uniform, with no extra adornment.
Yet, she resembled an insurmountable, towering mountain, inviolable and unassailable.
It was with this silent manner that she informed all the Hua Country competitors, delegates, and professors present, that as long as she was there, there was still a chance to win.
They could accept defeat but not a trampling of their dignity.
Not by anyone.
“Yes, this is our global top-ranked student, from one of the top three high schools in Hua Country, Verdant Middle School’s Ying Zijin!” the host spoke rapidly, his expression animated. “She is 18 this year, one year older than Irina.”
“I believe some of the audience who watched the group competitions this morning already know her name. Out of the 50 teams in the group competition, the team she led was not only the only one with a perfect score, but they also received the time bonus.”
“Now, as the current global first-place student, she steps onto the stage for our individual competition—please give her a warm welcome.”
The host’s words exploded like a bomb among the audience.
And not just those present at the venue, but also the netizens watching the live stream.
[Ahhh!!!]
[Global top rank!!!]
[Hua Country, Ying Zijin!!!]
[My God Ying is so A, holy shit, I’m out of hit points!]
[God Ying: Guess what, the global top rank is also me. Surprised?]
[Reasonably suspecting God Ying set her sights on the prize money and ‘accidentally’ became the top rank [dog-head emoji]]
At this point, no backstage direction was needed.
Every camera and every lens focused on the girl.
The name Ying Zijin and her visage, at this moment, appeared on the screens of people across the globe and were firmly imprinted in their memories.
Watching the ISC international finals live at the Ying Family Old House, Ying Yuexuan simply couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Ying Zijin was actually the global top-ranked student?
What kind of joke was this?
Ying Yuexuan’s hands began to tremble, her ears buzzed, and her blood rushed to her head.
The thought of having sent a message of admiration to the global top rank on Shark Live Broadcasting Platform nearly drove her to a nervous breakdown.
It was Ying Zijin again!
To think she had always considered Ying Zijin to be insignificant compared to the top-ranked student.
Ying Yuexuan bit her lip, staring intently at the girl on the screen.
At that moment, the sound of keys turning in the door lock came from the entrance.
The color drained from Ying Yuexuan’s face. She quickly turned off the TV and hurried back to her bedroom upstairs.
She pinched the palm of her hand, her gaze unclear and ominous.
O continent had sent her back without saying why, but Zhong Manhua had indeed been dissatisfied with her these past days.
She would avoid her if possible.
Or perhaps, she would devise another plan.
Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips and took out her phone to contact Jing Hongzhen.
**
At the venue of the international finals.
The host spoke again, “The rules for our final showdown are quite special. There are a total of thirty questions, and whoever wins will take the entire score of the opponent.”
“So, we need to ask Irina, do you accept or not accept this special competition?”
“Shh—”
The audience’s gaze and the moving cameras turned to Irina again.
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Clenching her molars, Irina nearly drew blood.
She sneered, “I’ll compete!”
Although it seemed like they were asking for her opinion, there was really no opportunity for her to refuse.
This was a global live broadcast.
Not counting the committee’s own broadcast, the number of people watching from different countries plus the live audience amounted to 1.5 billion!
That number was already one-third of the Olympic audience.
After all, academic competitions couldn’t compete with athletic sports; most people couldn’t understand them and lacked the thrill of seeing their team win.
Those watching the competition, aside from teachers and students from universities and high schools, were mostly parents.
For most people, spending time watching others tinker with physics and mathematics was less appealing than scrolling through short videos on TikTok.
But 1.5 billion was indeed a lot.
Irina knew full well that if she dared to refuse, she would lose all face.
“Good, our Irina has very sportsmanly accepted the challenge,” the host said. “Now, the two of you please rest for a few minutes; our question round will begin shortly.”
“No need,” Ying Zijin lifted her eyes. “There isn’t much time left, let’s start immediately.”
The host was startled but quickly recovered. “Then, student Irina…”
“If it’s a direct competition, then let’s compete directly,” Irina sneered. “I don’t need to rest either.”
Since both contestants had said so, the host went with the flow. “In that case, will the two contestants please look at the big screen now.”
The first question soon appeared on the big screen.
The audience and netizens watched intently.
[The problem presents the proof process for the Hodge conjecture, please fill in a few blanks.]
It was one of the world’s seven great unsolved math problems right off the bat.
The seven great math problems have always been unsolved mysteries for the entire mathematical community.
Therefore, the International Mathematics Center has offered a reward of one million US dollars for each of these seven problems.
The Hodge conjecture had only been proved by a mathematician from country M at the beginning of this year, although it had not yet been revealed to the public.
This was the mathematician’s proof process.
Even with only a few blanks missing, it was still very challenging.
So, for this problem, the chief problem setter had no expectations for anyone to solve it.
He cheerfully poured himself a cup of hot tea and just watched.
Ying Zijin slightly narrowed her eyes, and had already announced the answer just as Irina had started working with paper and pen at the table.
“The student in first place overall indeed has a profound knowledge in the domain of mathematics,” said the host, also stunned, but his on-the-spot reaction was quick. “Now let’s move on to the second problem, which tests memory.”
[What is the one hundred and first digit after the decimal point of the number π (pi)?]
Ying Zijin’s voice remained steady, instantly responding: “8.”
“It seems that our student Ying Zijin also has a very strong memory. It’s quite impressive for the average person to memorize up to the tenth digit,” the host said while displaying the screen above. “This is the third problem.”
The competition progressed faster than anyone had imagined.
Every problem, whether it was in science and engineering or the humanities.
In fact, several problems were so specialized that many had not even heard of the terms involved.
But Ying Zijin never took more than ten seconds to answer any question.
The chief problem setter sat in the professor’s seat, clearly hearing the sound of his heart breaking.
[Damn, I’m stunned again. Is this what a true powerhouse looks like?]
[I had just finished reading the problem, and God Ying already gave the answer.]
[Not to mention anything else, I’m thrilled. Remember how this Irina bullied our Hua Country contestants before? Now she has to pay it back tenfold, a hundredfold! Hahaha, see? She scored zero!]
After Ying Zijin was the first to answer the 17th question, Irina’s expression finally darkened.
Her fingers clenched tightly, and cold sweat trickled down her forehead.
The questions weren’t hard; she was confident she could solve them within twenty seconds, but Ying Zijin was even faster.
How could a high school student be so quick?!
Actually, for the contestants in the ISC International finals, the difficulty of the questions was secondary, the most important factor was time.
Ninety-nine percent of the questions they basically knew, but they lost to time.
The difficulty of questions in the individual competition was only one-tenth of that of the team competition.
Irina had specifically used time to suppress the scores of dozens of Hua Country contestants.
But she had never expected that now, it was she who was being suppressed.
“Another point for student Ying Zijin,” the host raised his right hand. “Now our score is 17:0, student Irina, you need to make an effort.”
Irina’s lips were tightly pressed, and she had lost her previous domineering aura.
She looked at her own timer, her complexion turning slightly pale.
Zero points.
As if mocking something.
But she wasn’t incompetent; she just hadn’t beaten Ying Zijin on time.
On the live stream, the barrage was full of taunting comments.
[See who the real trash is!]
[So much for the prodigy Irina, just that and no more. You wanted to compete in speed, right? Compete then!]
At that moment, Ying Zijin raised her hand.
The host saw and immediately asked, “Student Ying Zijin, is there something you need?”
Ying Zijin’s expression was unperturbed. “I need a mid-game break.”
“All right,” said the host, without asking for a reason, and loudly announced, “Mid-game break.”
Irina also took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from her forehead and prepared to take a sip of water and rest for a while, but Ying Zijin picked up the microphone.
She adjusted the volume of the microphone to its highest, tilted her head slightly, and turned to Irina, who had just opened the cap of her mineral water bottle.
Her voice was cold and dispassionate.
“Trash.”
