- The original good mood was stirred up by Lai Wufeng's 250, as if the surrounding air had become dignified. Neither of them had any appetite. They found a restaurant nearby and planned to eat a bowl of noodles to fool their dinner.
- "Have you offended him before?" After Jiang Mo ordered the meal, he sat down opposite Luo Nanqiu.
- Luo Nanqiu said sullenly, "No."
- "Hmm." Jiang Mo replied, "You are not like the kind of person he said."
- This made Luo Nanqiu feel a little refreshed: "What if I am?"
- Facing his blatant dismantling operation, Jiang Mo had long been accustomed to it, and replied slowly: "'Not like', didn't say'no '."
- Luo Nanqiu: "..." It's over, Jiang Mo has learned the essence from him, and his ability to despise people is almost tenth level.
- The situation fell into a strange embarrassment again.
- At the end, the waiter in charge of serving the dishes broke the deadlock. "Two classmates, your noodles are ready. Enjoy."
- The steam emitted by the steaming two bowls of noodles blurred the faces of the two, as well as the heavy-hearted episode just now.
- "I'm going to brush up on a new set of true problem sets later, do you want to join us?" Luo Nanqiu suddenly said.
- Jiang Mo was holding a piece of vegetables in his mouth, and his answer was a little vague: "Hmm (um)."
- Luo Nanqiu didn't hear clearly, thinking he didn't agree, and added, "The difficulty is definitely to your taste."
- After chewing slowly for a while, Jiang Mo finally ate the piece of green vegetable and replied again, "Okay."
- After dinner, the two of them both returned to the classroom. Luo Nanqiu took out the so-called "very difficult" set of true questions, and generously cut a test paper and handed it to Jiang Mo, saying: "Come, one person, more questions than anyone who has written correctly."
- Jiang Mo took a few glances and found that the difficulty was indeed to his "taste".
- This difficulty is almost on par with the high school senior Olympiad questions, and I don't know which fairy publishing house dares to publish such a difficult question. They are only in the first year of high school now, and this type of test paper is too big for ordinary high school freshmen to answer more advanced questions. To exaggerate, even high school seniors may not be able to do it. Except for the people in the Olympiad Class A of high school who can handle it, ordinary high school seniors will not be able to do it at all.
- But the understanding and IQ of the two are not better than ordinary people. They have dabbled in all the knowledge points of the third year of high school during the summer vacation. Moreover, they like to study problems, so this very challenging paper is very suitable for them.
- As for where Luo Nanqiu got this problem set, it is always a mystery. According to his preliminary judgment, Luo Nanqiu's monthly living expenses are outrageous, but his daily life is not extravagant. In addition to maintaining the basic life, the money is used to buy some strange tutorial books and problem sets, pay some miscellaneous expenses, occasionally invite Jiang Mo to eat, and sometimes be kind enough to give some money to some homeless beggars on the roadside. In this way, he has a lot of living expenses left every month, and it is estimated that he can sell the suite if he saves a few more years - this is just Jiang Mo's guess, and it may be enough to buy it.
- That is so typical of the richest son, is the trench.
- Of course, these guesses were based on the last time he accidentally saw the balance display on the transfer text message on his phone, and based on his own financial situation... a conservative estimate.
- "There's still half an hour before the evening reading, what do you think?" Luo Nanqiu asked.
- Jiang Mo quickly judged his knowledge accumulation and the comprehensive difficulty of this test paper in his mind, and agreed: "Okay." Immediately, he suddenly remembered something and frowned: "Don't jump steps."
- Luo Nanqiu, who was about to do this, had no choice but to compromise: "Okay."
- Thirty minutes passed, and the evening class bell rang on time. Lao Zhou swayed into the classroom with his precious tea jar in his arms. The two stopped writing at the same time, looked at each other, and said nothing. They put the unfinished papers into the drawer tacitly, took out the Chinese book and began to memorize ancient texts.
- After a while, an embarrassing question arose.