8: C8 Classmate Are You Interested in Answering the Question

C8 Classmate Are You Interested in Answering the Question

Soon, the trio arrived in front of Qin Luo.

"Student, are you looking for a book?" the guy in the sweatshirt asked.

Qin Luo frowned. The other party had disturbed his business, which made Qin Luo a bit unhappy.

"Yes, what's the problem?"

The three of them did not expect Qin Luo to answer so directly, so they were speechless for a moment.

In the next second, their expressions darkened.

Qin Luo was simply ignoring them.

"Classmate, what grade are you in?" The youth in the sports shirt continued to ask.

"Senior year Class 7, what's wrong?"

"Hahaha, Class Seven?" We're from the same class! "

There were a total of eight classes in the third year of high school. The first four were commonly known as the Rocket Class, and they gathered the most outstanding students in the entire school.

If anyone was picked up, he or she would become a top student.

Like Huang Zhen, the number of students with outstanding grades who remained in Class 7 could be counted on one hand.

"Oh, what does that have to do with me?" Qin Luo looked up slightly, then lowered his head again and started to study seriously.

As a bookworm, arguing with a bunch of students was a waste of his time.

If he had the time, he might as well travel a few more laps around the sea of knowledge.

"What did you say?"

"You've disturbed my reading." Qin Luo's voice became louder and immediately attracted a lot of people's attention.

"Huang Zitao is finding fault again."

"Exactly, who asked him to be the third year of his grade, he has this privilege in the library."

"Sigh, there are mines in my family, and my studies are also good. When will I be able to be as outstanding as him?"

"…"

At that moment, discussions arose one after another. However, all of them missed Huang Zitao. There wasn't even a single person who supported Qin Luo.

"Haha, reading?" Are you reading a book? I see that you're disturbing everyone from reading. " Huang Zitao said harshly, "Please leave now."

Qin Luo didn't say anything, but raised the book "Geometric Equation Detailed Analysis New Edition" and said, "You should have read this book, right?"

"So what?"

"What is it in the sixth line of the first chapter?"

"How would I know what it is!"

"You don't know, but I do." While he was doing that, Qin Luo read out the contents of the book: "Quadrilateral parallelogram …"

"This …" Huang Zitao grabbed the book and flipped open the first chapter. He carefully read it without missing a beat.

Qin Luo actually knew.2

"Coincidence! This must be a coincidence!" Huang Zitao thought in his heart.

"Chapter 3, line 7 …"

"Fifth chapter, line 13 …"

"…"

Qin Luo actually answered several questions in a row without missing a beat.

At this moment, Huang Zitao was completely dumbfounded. He never expected Qin Luo to be able to answer so accurately.

"Don't tell me this kid has photographic memory?" The youth in a sports shirt whispered in Huang Zitao's ear.

"Shut up, it's useless not to forget. If you don't know how to answer the questions, it's just talk!" Huang Zitao glared viciously at his men.

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

"Director Liu?" Huang Zitao's eyes flashed with a bright light as he asked with a smile, "You've solved the questions for this week?"

"Right." The old man smiled as he waved the piece of paper in his hand. He nodded his head with a smile: "It's out, and one of the lines even came from the hand of Teacher Lu of the Seventh National Yanjing."

"It's the last year's college entrance exam's question holder Lu Jianguang, Teacher Lu?"

"That's right, that's him."

After getting the old man's accurate answer, Huang Zitao laughed brazenly. His gaze once again turned towards Qin Luo as he said unrestrainedly, "Student, are you interested in answering the question?"

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