Chapter 129: Teacher, I'll hand in the paper
Ha, ha ha——
Someone is hungry after the exam has just started for 10 minutes? Is he the kind of starving ghost reborn?
The corners of everyone's mouth twitched, and everyone looked at Qin Luo with contempt.
However, Qin Luo didn't care, and still went his own way.
How can the little emotion of the scumbag affect the learning spirit?
Seeing this scene, the crowd's teeth tickled, they wanted to **** the biscuits in Qin Luo's hand and then eat them.
"Ding, the incompetent rage of the scumbag is detected, the host's dominance is +1..."
"Ding, the incompetent rage of the scumbag is detected, the host's dominance is +1..."
"Ding, the incompetent rage of the scumbag is detected, the host's dominance is +1..."
...
Qin Luo was very confused, didn't he just eat a cookie? How can someone give points? International friends are great too.
As a native of China, Qin Luo deeply understands the principle of not being indecent.
He took out a biscuit again and put it in his mouth.
"Katz, Katz."
You can't eat it, but you can watch me eat it.
"Ding, the incompetent rage of the scumbag is detected, the host's dominance is +1..."
After a long while, the system prompt faded slowly.
Qin Luo checked his income expectantly.
"Classmate, please hand in your paper if you are done." Just as Qin Luo was checking his income, a kind voice sounded from behind him.
Turning his head to see, an old man with white beard and hair stood behind him.
The old man is very familiar, like the old man who bought cheese cake yesterday.
Could it be that this old man is a professor at the University of Birmingham?
Qin Luo thought about it, but his face was blank: "Master, why are you here?"
"Hehe, I'm the invigilator." The old man smiled and stared at the biscuit in her hand unblinkingly.
"Hello teacher." As he spoke, Qin Luo hurriedly threw the biscuits into his mouth. "Katz, Katz."
"...Are you done? Hand in the paper when you are done!" The old man's mouth twitched, his face full of helplessness.
"Then I will hand in the paper." Qin Luo said with a smile.
Uh--
carry out an assignment? The old man was stunned.
He was originally joking, but he didn't expect Qin Luo to actually hand in the paper.
"Classmate, are you sure? You have to know that if the answer is wrong, points will be deducted." The old man reminded him kindly.
"Teacher, you are right." Qin Luo picked up the paper again and looked at it carefully.
The old man nodded in satisfaction, and a faint smile reappeared on his face. To paraphrase Hua Xia's sentence, it was called: Ruzi can teach.
However, the next second, the smile on his face froze on his face.
"Teacher, I have checked, I will hand in the paper." Qin Luo's voice sounded again.
Ha-ha ha-
One minute, no, twenty seconds, not even yet.
This is his inspection?
Qin Luo put the test paper on the table, got up and left.
"..." The old man suddenly found his mind a little dizzy.
Gone, he just left?
Not only is the old man's head dizzy, even a group of students who are taking exams is also a little dizzy.
When they were still meditating, looking for ideas to solve the problem, when they were still struggling to write the answer, others had already turned in their papers and left.
Why is the gap between anyone so big?
"Damn it!" At the teacher's corner, Tesla, the blonde man, sneered, staring at Qin Luo's back without blinking, with playful abuse in his eyes.
As one of the local fighters, he knows the difficulty of this exam. It takes three hours and two and a half hours to solve it.
