Chapter 167: Finish writing the exam paper and come out early

A handful of delicate fonts, a line of rapid writing. The weather was just right, the breeze was blowing, and the mood was very good.

When Langsheng put away the pen, he looked at it with satisfaction. This time she was in a good mood and should have a higher score than she expected.

"Done? Hehe, the words are good. It's a pity that I didn't score anything if I made a mistake. The teacher looked at her idleness and despised the students in this garbage class even more. Her fan base is getting bigger and bigger, and she has heard her name no less than twice.

In the eyes of their teachers, you are an ordinary class, no matter how famous you are, you are not at the same level as the people in the elite class.

Langsheng raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Oh? Teacher, this is a good compliment to me? Also, people in the elite class don't necessarily have fonts like mine. ”

The teacher's face was pulled down, and the eyes of the teacher were all contemptuous and disdainful. It's just that some people will be arrogant when they are useless, and they don't want to think about how not to enter the elite class.

"Teacher, borrow a briefcase."

Langsheng suddenly said to the teacher who was concentrating on playing with his mobile phone.

The teacher threw it at her, and his bag didn't have anything anyway. After about twenty minutes of playing, I wanted to take a look at the discipline of the examination room, but I saw a conspicuous furry head in front of me.

Langsheng asked for a few pieces of scratch paper to pad his head, and lay on the briefcase, which was crumpled and crumpled.

Sky! Three weeks of his salary!

The teacher stood up sharply, his hands trembling, and walked quickly to the Langsheng table. He said viciously, "Wake up." ”

Someone moved his head, lifted five or six centimeters away, and slammed his head down. At that smash, the teacher was so heartbroken that he almost fainted.

The teacher, like Zhongmo, made countless expressions next to a candidate, and the students didn't want to write the test papers, so they watched the teacher play "face changing".

It's helpless and helpless.

……

When Langsheng vaguely heard the teacher shouting on the stage to hand in the papers, she reluctantly got up, and said: "This bag is too hard, inferior product, right?" ”

The teacher who heard it completely immediately gritted his teeth, grabbed the test paper in his hand, and wrinkled a corner. The students who were about to hand in the test papers were so frightened that they did not want to hand the test papers to the teacher's clutches.

……

Out of the west gate of the university, which is closest to him, across the road is a familiar and conspicuous Land Rover, and he can't see the people inside with Ben outside.

This brand is not unfamiliar, but it is a famous car that many people like.

This car was specially asked by Quan Yi to be transformed, and the appearance was arrogant and stylish, and many people looked sideways.

She calmly crossed the road, walked to the back seat of the car, and opened the door.

"Eat first."

"Hmm."

In the afternoon, there was an exam, and Quan Yi went to a restaurant and booked a private room.

Knowing that she eats meat, the dishes she orders are almost non-vegetarian.

A marble tabletop, elegant red wine, a table full of color and aroma, and a fragrant fish soup. The crystal lamp on the head is also a little more emotional, the whole environment is very beautiful, and even the meal is very enjoyable.

"I'll come out after the exam in the afternoon." Quan Yi said lightly to the "fiery and hot" Langsheng.

why? Doesn't it generally say that there are more check-ups?

Langsheng was puzzled: "Something?" ”

"Nope. Don't you get bored? ”

Well...... Reasonable. Then finish the exam early and go shopping with him.

Quan Yi's pocket shook, and he took out his mobile phone, which was a picture sent by Jiang Qi.

It is Zhang Luyu's painting, which has been completed. A total of two paintings, he is ready to hold an auction.

Quan Yi: "How much do you think it can be sold?" ”

Jiang Qi: "At my level, this painting is no less than five million!" ”