Chapter 153: Three shots to the sky
After the math class, there is a history class.
This is an old teacher who is about 50 years old in his grade. He is wearing a black tunic suit, a pair of black square glasses, and the tiger's mouth on his right hand has thick calluses.
Well, probably because there are too many mahjong games, Qin Luo thought.
As one of the representatives of the old teacher, the history teacher is not as "humorous" as Li Wei.
He put down the textbook and started to lecture!
About twenty minutes, the content of a class is finished ahead of schedule.
What's next? Ask questions!
"Qin Luo." He suddenly shouted.
"Teacher?" Qin Luo immediately stood up with a snap.
"What did I just say?"
Qin Luo was shocked, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart. Fortunately, he hadn't lost his mind just now.
"Nan Cang Uprising."
"Who fired the first shot?"
Ha ha-teacher, this is not difficult at all.
"Comrade Zhou."
"Then who got the second shot? The third shot?"
Stunned, completely stunned.
The ghost knows who fired the second shot! Third shot! Is there anything written in the book? Qin Luo shouted in his heart.
"Teacher? Have you ever talked about this question?" Qin Luo asked suspiciously.
"You didn't listen carefully!" He said slowly: "I clearly said that Comrade Zhou fired three shots at the sky, marking the official start of the uprising."
Qin Luo:? ? ? You really drop the cowhide.
"Forget this question, then I'm asking you, what did Liu Bei do in history?" the teacher asked again.
"Teacher, this doesn't seem to be the content of this class."
"Yes, this is what we will learn later."
Everyone covered their mouths and laughed while sweating.
Being able to force a master who can do whatever he wants to do just that is what the history teacher has.
"The royal family?" Qin Luo answered with a twitch of his mouth.
"Wrong! Selling straw sandals!"
"..."
Qin Luo was extremely ashamed, which was simply detrimental to his image as a scholar.
"Can't answer twice in a row, I'm so disappointed in you!"
Great!
"The last one!"
"How far is the marathon?"
42.195 kilometers! The answer was already thought of in Qin Luo's mind just after the teacher's words.
However, just when he was about to blurt out, Qin Luo swallowed it back.
It can never be that simple!
Before he could think about it, Qin Luo quickly opened the history book and read it seriously.
"Grinding the gun? Excuse me? This question is not in the book!" The history teacher sneered.
Regardless of the teacher's contempt, Qin Luo has already exhaled the attribute panel and looked at the history subject of LV1.
Qin Luo didn't even think about it, and with a big wave of his hand, he directly threw up 1110 points of academic dominance.
"Ding, host history subject level upgrade: LV2"
"Ding, host history subject level upgrade: LV3"
...
As soon as the system prompt ended, the massive amount of knowledge, like a divine enlightenment, directly filled Qin Luo's head.
"In the past, Fitippi ran 40 kilometers, 40.260 kilometers for the second Olympic Marathon, 40 kilometers for the third, and 42.195 kilometers for the fourth Olympic Games."
Fortunately, there is a system, otherwise Mr. Xu will be used again.
"40 kilometers!" Qin Luo said with a slight smile.
Quiet, deadly quiet.
Needles dropped throughout the classroom.
Everyone had their mouths widened and remained silent for a long time.
Can a simple problem as a marathon be wrong?
