Chapter 8 Classmates, are you interested in solving the problem?

Soon a group of three people came to Qin Luo.

"Classmate, are you brushing books?" the boy in a sweatshirt asked.

Qin Luo frowned, the other party disturbed his great career, which made Qin Luo a little unhappy.

"Yeah, what's the problem."

The three did not expect Qin Luo's answer to be so straightforward, and they were choked for a while and speechless.

The next second, their faces darkened.

Qin Luo is simply ignoring them.

"Classmate, what grade and how many classes are you in?" the sweatshirt youth continued to ask.

"Class 37, what's wrong?"

"Hahaha, class seven? We are in class one!"

There are a total of eight classes in senior three, the first four are commonly known as rocket classes, which gather the best students in the school.

Anyone who catches one is a scholarly tyrant.

Like Huang Zhen, there are only a handful of students who have excellent grades but stay in Class 7.

"Oh, it's none of my business." Qin Luo raised his head slightly, then Qin Luo lowered his head again and studied hard.

As a schoolmaster, bickering with a group of chachas is simply a waste of the schoolmaster's time.

With this time, it is better to swim two more laps in the ocean of knowledge.

"What did you say?"

"You are disturbing my reading." Qin Luo's voice became louder, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Huang Zitao is finding fault again."

"Isn't it right? Who told me to be the third in the grade? I have this privilege in the library."

"Hey, I have mines at home and I'm good at studying. When will I be as good as him."

"..."

For a while, there was a lot of discussion, but all of them were thinking of Huang Zitao, not even a single one who supported Qin Luo.

"Hehe, reading? Are you reading? I think you are disturbing everyone's reading." Huang Zitao said sharply, "Now please go out."

Qin Luo didn't speak, but raised the book "New Edition of Detailed Analysis of Geometric Equations" in his hand and said, "You should have read this book, right?"

"Look what happened?"

"What is the sixth line of chapter one about?"

"I don't know what it is!"

"You don't know, but I know." While doing this, Qin Luo read out the contents of the book: "Parallelogram..."

"This..." Huang Zitao snatched the book and opened the first chapter, and looked at it carefully.

Qin Luo actually knew.

"A coincidence, this must be a coincidence!" Huang Zitao thought to himself.

"Chapter 3, Line 7..."

"Chapter Five Thirteen Lines..."

"..."

After several questions in a row, Qin Luo answered them exactly.

This time, Huang Zitao was completely dumbfounded. He never expected Qin Luo to give the answer so accurately.

"This kid won't be unforgettable." The young man in the sweatshirt whispered to Huang Zitao's ear.

"Shut up, don't forget what's the use, if you can't answer the questions, everything is empty talk!" Huang Zitao glared at his subordinates viciously.

"Crackling~" Suddenly, the door of the library was pushed open again, and an old man with white hair and beard walked in.

"Director Liu~" Huang Zitao's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he asked with a smile, "Is this week's question out?"

"En." The old man raised the paper in his hand with a smile, and nodded with a smile: "It came out, and one of them was written by Teacher Lu of Yanjing No. 7 Middle School."

"Is it Lu Jiangang, the chief judge of the last college entrance examination, Mr. Lu?"

"Yes, it's him."

After receiving the accurate answer from the old man, Huang Zitao laughed recklessly. His eyes turned to Qin Luo again, and he said recklessly, "Classmate, are you interested in solving the problem?"