The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

"If you ask me, there is nothing to compare. Our Hangyuan has the investment of the Ouyang family, and your family in Angkor is also one of the best families in the jewelry industry. How can a noble school like ours be the same as them!"

"Let's learn art and we're sure to win. They can't even solve those few chemistry problems, right? If they don't know for sure, they can wait and compete with us in the basketball game at the end!"

Hearing this, Lu Yubai rolled his eyes speechlessly.

He is now extremely fortunate that Fu Zhi did not participate in this exchange meeting.

After all, not to mention the next half month, even at this moment, Lu Yubai couldn't stand this group of idiots with a sense of superiority.

What's more, I don't like to make noise about my little cousin.

After Nian Feiyuan introduced the long cultural history and heritage of their school one by one, Director Liu led a group of people present and walked towards the gymnasium eloquently.

On the other side of the gymnasium, a large number of cultural programs have been prepared to welcome the students of Hangyuan.

The third-grade students and some of the parents who came to see the fun had already been sitting there waiting.

There were more than 50 chairs in the clubhouse. Director Liu arranged for Hangyuan and the students and teachers of No. 1 Middle School to take their seats, then took the microphone and said a few polite words as an opening remark, signaling that everyone welcomes the students of Hangyuan.

The applause rang out eloquently.

Fu Zhi and Ye Jiu were sitting in the corner of the gymnasium playing games, not caring about anything in the clubhouse.

Song Fang searched around, and finally saw Ye Jiu who put his head on Fu Zhi's shoulder.

Wearing Fu Zhi's little padded jacket, the young man yawned, and the warm light from the window reflected on his face, adding a bit of laziness and softness to his whole being.

Song breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward quickly, squatted down, hooked his hands in the direction of Ye Jiu, and said in a low voice: "Wang Yu just broke up with his girlfriend, and his mental state is not very good. We have a meeting this afternoon. In the basketball game with Hangyuan, can you play for him?"

Play basketball.

Ye Jiu asked him, "Will you get paid if you win?"

Song Fang: "..."

Well, both brothers and sisters have the same virtue, and they don't do things without money.

Song Fang was thinking about how to coax Ye Jiu, at this moment, on the stage.

After the dance performance was over, the microphone was handed to Wu Zhiheng at some point.

He coughed, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the microphone, he said arrogantly: "The performances of several programs were not bad. First, I would like to express my gratitude to No. 1 Middle School for the welcome on behalf of Hangyuan. No. 1 Middle School has not given me any accurate information about the Daoist question. Although Hangyuan came to communicate with No. 1 Middle School out of politeness, but—”

Wu Zhiheng looked around and said: "Many people on the Internet have been focusing on the international physics competition and have been praising No. 1 Middle School and a certain student with outstanding strength. I came here today, but I still want to ask a question. Is there really no one in China? If it is true that we can’t even solve our school’s internal questions, is it because the praise on the Internet is not worthy of virtue?”

He has one leg crossed, and his sitting posture is very big.

Coupled with the tone and demeanor when speaking, it is almost necessary to engrave disdain and ridicule in his bones.

Not only is he looking down on Fu Zhi, but he is also looking down on No. 1 Middle School!

Director Liu, who was sitting with Wu Zhiheng, looked particularly ugly.

The students in the audience naturally ignited an overwhelming love for the school, wishing to take the problems they solved to come to Wu Zhiheng on the spot and "slap" him and drive him out.

Compete with your sister Zhi, do you deserve it too? You stinking idiot!

However, the Buddhist master Ma Mingquan was peaceful. He touched the teacup in front of him, took the microphone, and said in a gentle tone: "Wu Zhiheng, right? I think, before I give you a reply, I hope you can answer me truthfully." Question, can I?"

Wu Zhiheng leaned forward and made a gesture of invitation.

Ma Mingquan touched his green tea again, then looked at Wu Zhiheng seriously, and asked him: "I don't know if the internal questions you mentioned can be done by all the students in the school, or just you students can do it?"

"Since it is an internal question, it is naturally only for top students. Ordinary students will not have such resources."

Wu Zhiheng paused, and added a special sentence: "And this question is very professional. Ordinary students can't do it, but for us top students, it's not so difficult to do it. I only took half an hour to solve it." Figured it out."

"That's good." Ma Mingquan smiled, looked down the stage, and waved to Lu Yumo who was in the first row, "Come on, classmate, come up."

Lu Yumo hurried up from the stage.

Ma Mingquan put his hand on his shoulder, "Tell classmate Wu Zhiheng, what grade were you in when you took the monthly exam last month?"

Lu Yumo: "???"

Lu Yumo was publicly executed, and said, "That's the seventh one."

"Then tell Wu Zhiheng, how long did it take you to finish these three chemistry problems?"

"It only took four or five minutes from the time I got the question and started to read it seriously until I did it."

Wu Zhiheng: "???"