Ningtian Middle School,

An inconspicuous senior high school in Jinling City, where it has produced the top students in the college entrance examination and has cultivated social hooligans, but compared with so many famous schools, it is still a low-key ordinary high school. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone in the classroom was struggling to write, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, except for an incongruous figure in the examination room, and a slight snoring indicated that he had slept soundly.

The invigilator couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked over and patted the figure gently, "Classmate, wake up and don't sleep, this is the college entrance examination, you have to lift your spirits." ”

"Huhu ......" replied to him with a string of infectious snoring, the teacher yawned unconsciously, and patted the sleeping classmate helplessly: "Classmate, be quiet, don't affect other students' exams." ”

I don't know if I really heard the teacher's words, Qingming's voice was much quieter.

The two teachers smiled one after the other, obviously they had never seen this kind of student who could still fall asleep in the college entrance examination after invigilating for so many years.

When the bell prompted that there were still fifteen minutes left, Qingming finally woke up slowly, looked around a little cutely, played with his hair that was messed up with sleep, rubbed his face again, and stared at the invigilator and the loudspeaker for several seconds with a little usual wake-up atmosphere. Then he gestured to the sky with a look of "I forgive you" and gestured to the sky.

Then, after making a helpless evaluation of today's abnormally hot weather in his heart, he finally remembered the test paper.

The subject of this test is English, multiple-choice questions, a lot of multiple-choice questions. Qingming's mouth was laughing so much that it was almost to the sky.

At this time, there were still thirteen minutes before the end of the exam, and the invigilator looked at Qingming who woke up pitifully and still shook his head, obviously it was too late to remember to do the test paper now.

Ignoring the invigilator, when Qingming picked up the pen, the speed of everyone around him became extremely slow.

The young man sitting in front of Qingming was a classmate that Qingming knew, and this classmate could only be regarded as a second-rate level in other subjects, but only this English was super first-class and strong.

So Qingming was completely relieved, and there was a scene of falling asleep at the beginning, a long time ago, Qingming found that his time was still after increasing to five seconds, and the time no longer increased, and even gradually decreased, and now he can only stand still for one second, but he found that he could stretch the time.

Nine times, he can make someone else's one second become his own nine seconds, so he has nine times faster than others.

At this moment, with the speed of nine times and the fact that he was already faster than others, Qingming could read the test papers of the young man in front of him as he wanted.

So the boy always felt that something was weird, as if there was always a wind blowing his test papers, and his answer sheet seemed to be wrong.

When there were still five minutes left in the prompt, Qingming had already begun to write the final English composition, nodded contentedly, wiped the sweat from his head, and sighed out in one breath.

The bell rang, "Please stop answering, and the invigilator will start to collect the papers." ”

The invigilator also advised the students who did not finish the work to immediately put down their weapons and stop committing crimes, after all, you have been surrounded, put down the pen and spare you from death!

The boys all gave up their last struggle, and the policy of surrendering guns and not killing was well enforced.

When the invigilator received Qingming's well-written test paper, he couldn't help but be surprised, and it was done in fifteen minutes? It must be the last mess, fifteen minutes, even if there are so many Chinese characters, you have to look at it for a long time.

Unexpectedly, Qingming was still smiling, and the invigilator couldn't help but have a feeling of hatred for iron and steel: "This kid, stinky and shameless, is still smiling......"