Предмет: Математика, автор: Qazx12345678

Решить уравнение х+(134-17)=180. Х-14*3=68

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Автор ответа: ildar502020

Ответ: 63. 110.

Пошаговое объяснение:

х+(134-17)=180.

x+117=180;

x=180-117;

x=63.

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x-14*3=68;

x-42=68;

x=68+42;

x=110.

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