Chapter 392: Humiliation from Lu Yumo

"Let me say, there is no comparison. We have the investment of the Ouyang family. Angkor and your family are among the best in the jewelry industry. How can a noble school like ours be the same as them!"
"Let's win the art study. They can't even do those chemistry problems, right? We can't be sure, just waiting to compete with us in the basketball game!"
When Lu Yubai heard this, he rolled his eyes again silently.
He is extremely thankful that Fu Zhi did not participate in this exchange meeting.
After all, let alone the next half a month, it was at this moment that Lu Yubai couldn't stand this group of advanced criticisms of superiority.
Besides, I didn't like making noise with my cousin.
After Nian Feiyuan introduced the long cultural history and heritage of their school one by one, Director Liu took a group of people present and walked into the gym eloquently.
At the gymnasium, in order to welcome the voyage students, a large number of cultural programs have been prepared.
The students in the third grade and some of the parents who watched the excitement had already sat there waiting.
There were more than fifty chairs in the hall. Director Liu arranged for Hangyuan and the students and teachers of No. 1 Middle School to take their seats. He took the microphone and said a few polite remarks as the opening remarks, indicating that everyone would welcome the students of Hangyuan.
The applause rang out.
Fu Zhi and Ye Jiu were sitting in the corner of the gymnasium playing games, and they didn't care about everything in the gymnasium.
Song Fang looked around, and finally saw Ye Jiu who put his head on Fu Zhi's shoulder.
The young man put on Fu Zhi's padded jacket and yawned. The warm light from outside the window reflected on his face, adding a bit of laziness and softness to him.
Song relaxed, stepped forward quickly, squatted down, hooked in the direction of Ye Jiu, lowered his voice and said: "Wang Yu just broke up with his girlfriend, and his mental state is not very good. Let's have a show in the afternoon. In the basketball game against Hangyuan, can you do it for him?"
Playing basketball.
Ye Jiu asked him, "Do you give me money if you win?"
Song Fang: "..."
Yes, both brothers and sisters have the same virtue and don't have money to do nothing.
Song Fang was thinking about how to coax Ye Jiu, right now, on stage.
After the dance performance was over, the microphone did not know when it was given to Wu Zhiheng.
After he coughed and confirmed that there was no problem with the microphone, he said arrogantly: "Several performances are not bad. On behalf of Hangyuan, I would like to express my gratitude to Yizhong for the welcome. However, let’s get back to the subject. Dao chemistry problem, No. 1 Middle School has not given me an accurate message. Although Hangyuan came to communicate with No. 1 Middle School out of courtesy, but—"
Wu Zhiheng's gaze circled around: "There are many people on the Internet who have been praising No.1 Middle School and a certain advanced student for grasping the international physics competition. I came here today, and I still want to ask, Is there really no one in China? If you really can't even do the internal questions of our school, is it because the praise on the Internet is not worthy?"
With one leg cocked, he sits very big.
Coupled with the tone and demeanor when speaking, almost the disdain and mockery are carved into the bones.
He is not only looking down on Fu Zhi, but also looking down on Yizhong!
Director Liu, who was sitting with Wu Zhiheng, looked particularly ugly.
The students in the audience naturally ignited an overwhelming feeling of love for the school, and they wished to take the questions they solved on the spot and put them in front of Wu Zhiheng to "slap" him with two big mouths and kick him out.
Comparing to your sister Zhi der, are you worthy? You 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 voice: "Wu Zhiheng, right? I think, before I give you a reply, I hope you can answer me truthfully. Question, can you?"
Wu Zhiheng leaned forward and made a gesture of asking.
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 will be done by all students in the school, or just your group of students can do it?"
"Since it is an internal problem, it is naturally only done for top students, and ordinary students will not have such resources."
Wu Zhiheng paused and added a special sentence: "Moreover, this question is highly professional. Ordinary students can’t do it, but for top students, it’s not that difficult. I only took half an hour to do it. The problem is done."
"That's good." Ma Mingquan smiled, glanced at the audience, and waved to Lu Yumo in the first row, "Come on, classmate, come up."
Lu Yumo ran up from the stage.
Ma Mingquan put his hand on his shoulder, "You tell Wu Zhiheng, what was our grade in your monthly exam last month?"
Lu Yumo: "???"
Lu Yumo was publicly executed, and he said, "That is to say, it's the seventh down."
"Then tell Wu Zhiheng, how long did it take you to finish these three chemistry questions?"
"From the time I got the question, I started to look at it seriously, until I did it, it only took four or five minutes."
Wu Zhiheng: "???"
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