Time and space administrators are forced to raise cubs [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 33

True and False Rich Young Master 11 PK under the Surveillance of the Whole School

Early on Saturday morning, the students of No. 2000 Middle School were at home after school. Uncharacteristically, few of them slept in. They all waited in front of the computer. From one to eight o'clock, they flooded into the live broadcast room with invitation codes, and the number of viewers reached [-] in an instant.

Watching the PK between a top student and a scumbag, it's exciting just thinking about it.

In the examination room, electric fans were turning overhead, and the sound of cicadas outside was sometimes near and far away.

In an empty classroom, there were only two tables two meters apart. Meng Zhuo and Zhuang Ziqing were sitting respectively, answering questions quickly.

In front of the two of them was the same Chinese paper, holding pens in their hands and quickly writing the answers on the answer sheet.The two seem to be competing with each other, each unwilling to lose the wind.

The class group has exploded——

"I'm going, isn't this speed too fast?"

"I'm not surprised by Ziqing, Meng Zhuo's speed looks like something!"

"Come on, who knows if he can write anything nonsense."

"That's right, do you really think that the scumbag at the bottom of the grade can counterattack?"

Ke Siming and the head teacher of Class [-] occupy the front and back of the examination room respectively, watching closely the situation of the two of them.

The head teacher of Class [-] walked around to the back of the classroom, lowered his voice and asked Ke Siming, "Is this necessary? No matter how you look at it, it's obvious."

Ke Siming folded his arms and stared at the two students in the examination room: "Just look at it."

Perhaps it was the teacher's intuition that he had inexplicable expectations for Meng Zhuo.

In this exam, there are three subjects in Chinese, Mathematics and Foreign Languages, consecutively tested.

There was another message in the class group: "Whoever wins the bet, I guess it's Zhuang Ziqing."

"Is this still a gamble? Meng Zhuo is completely humiliating himself."

"I don't think so. Don't you think Meng Zhuo is very confident and stable this time? And look, he writes so fast!"

"it is true!"

Meng Zhuo sat on a chair, holding a pen and writing vigorously.

Although the speed of both of them was very fast at the beginning, in the end, Zhuang Ziqing would stop to think about some problems.

For example, in the appreciation and analysis of ancient poems, some poems are tricky to find, and most of the students have never read them. When encountering such questions, they have to think about the meaning of the images for a long time.

And Meng Zhuo didn't pause for too long during the whole process, as if he knew all the questions clearly, and he could call up the answers from his brain at a glance.

Not to mention anything else, that is, the amount of knowledge reserves is also considerable.

However, at the end, when he started to write the composition, Meng Zhuo's speed slowed down visibly.

Holding the pen in his hand, he looked at the title of the composition. The title only had one line of short words. Please write a composition with the title "My Dearest Person". There is no limit to the style of writing.

Meng Zhuo pursed his lips, who the hell came up with such a mentally retarded composition question?

Where are the essay questions about long passages of reading comprehension, all kinds of celebrity allusions, and all kinds of essay questions about looking at pictures?

My dearest person, what do you want to do with this kind of essay written by elementary school students?

Meng Zhuo was not happy.

Because he has no one dearest to write about.

He stared at the paper and simply threw away the pen.

The head teacher of the third class who was standing at the back beat Ke Siming's arm and shook his head at him. He felt that Meng Zhuo still couldn't do it.

When Ke Siming was handing out the papers, he glanced at the questions and felt a little headache. He probably knew something about Meng Zhuo's family. Those parents were really annoying.

This composition question, had been written by someone else happily.

But for Meng Zhuo...

Ke Siming sighed lightly.

Seeing this situation in the class group, they chatted in a hurry——

"I'll just say no, you see, he didn't write a single word in his composition."

"Fortunately, I bet on Ziqing! Meng Zhuo can't do it at first sight!"

"Ziqing gets high marks in every composition, there is no comparison at all."

Seeing the time passing by minute by minute, Zhuang Ziqing had already written half of his composition. He looked up at Meng Zhuo without moving a single word, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if the winning ticket was in his hands.

Meng Zhuo stared indifferently at the words in the title, parents?They are not relatives, even hate.

classmate?Friendship seems to be very ordinary.

The music teacher in junior high school was very kind to him, but the material was too single to support a composition.

Finally, a figure in a white coat appeared in his mind.

After a few minutes, he finally picked up the pen again.

After the language test is over, there is a 10-minute break in the middle, and the next test begins immediately.

English Examination.

English is Zhuang Ziqing's strong point. Since he was a child, he has been going abroad for vacations, and he has already spoken fluently.

He was even more confident when he got the paper.

Meng Zhuo returned to his seat, and the English listening comprehension was played on the radio.

There was a blank paper in front of him, and he was holding a pen in his right hand. While listening, he scratched casually on the paper, his expression became more and more relaxed, and his sitting posture was also slack, boneless.

Ke Siming circled around the two of them, saw Meng Zhuo's expression, frowned in disapproval, walked to his desk and tapped lightly: "Be careful, thousands of people are watching."

Meng Zhuo raised his eyelids, glanced at Ke Siming, said "Oh", and then slowly straightened his waist.

Ke Siming: ...

Why does he feel like he's meddling?

He kindly reminded this little brat.

During the whole English test, both of them were scribbling, and even at the end, they handed in the paper together.

It was half an hour earlier than the exam time.

The students from a middle school who watched had a feeling of being crushed.

Is this the speed of Xueba?

Zhuangjia, Zhuang's father, Zhuang Chenghao, heard that Zhuang Ziqing was taking the exam at school, and it was still a thousand-person online proctor.It just so happened that today was the weekend and I didn't go to the company, so I asked for an invitation code to log into the live broadcast room, looking at the computer screen with a serious face.

After entering, an empty classroom appeared on the screen, with two desks in the middle and two people sitting there.

The one he was familiar with was his youngest son Zhuang Ziqing, who was doing the questions quietly and obediently.

Zhuang Ziqing is the youngest son of him and his deceased wife. He has been well-behaved and quiet since he was a child, and he has always been held in the palm of his hand.He intends to hand over the inheritance of the company to Zhuang Yan, and his expectation for Zhuang Ziqing is to be able to do whatever he wants.Zhuang Ziqing likes to play the piano just like his mother, and he fulfills all his requirements.

The picture in the live broadcast room was very high-definition. When Zhuang Chenghao saw another boy, there was a slight strangeness on his always serious face.

Looking at Meng Zhuo's appearance, he felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart. He had never seen this boy before, but he felt very familiar.

It happened that Zhuang Yan was also at home, Zhuang Chenghao called him into the study, pointed to Meng Zhuo on the screen: "Have you seen this man?"

Zhuang Yan saw Meng Zhuo on the screen in the direction of his finger, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "It's Ziqing's classmate."

"This re-examination is because of him?" Zhuang Chenghao asked.

Zhuang Yan didn't care much and said, "It seems so. I heard that she was reported for plagiarism, and then the school arranged for a re-examination."

It was only later that I found out that Lin Shubai had arranged it. Zhuang Yan felt a little jealous. Is there any need to worry about a child with no hair yet?It also revealed his identity.

Fortunately, he thought it was really a school doctor.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Yan couldn't help feeling a little depressed, feeling that Lin Shubai was hiding many things from him.What he knew was even worse than Meng Zhuoduo.

He looked down,

Mr. Zhuang is not happy.

Zhuang Chenghao was a little puzzled: "It doesn't look like a plagiarist."

"I don't know." Zhuang Yan replied.

Father Zhuang looked at the picture and pondered for a while. Thinking of the awarding matter that the school had mentioned to him earlier, he felt a little preoccupied.

The hands of the clock walked up and down, and finally came to the last math.

Only then did the students in front of the screen realize what the intense heat in the examination room was.

Mathematics exams are always the most interesting, it is a contest between logical thinking and IQ.

When encountering difficult topics, some people can do it at a glance, and some people can't figure it out after studying for three years.

This is the reality of the world.

Originally, the monthly math exam was difficult enough, but the difficulty of this additional exam has been raised to a higher level.Some even reached the level of the Olympiad, and the math teacher really took great pains.

The two of them started to calculate quickly after they got the test paper, using one sheet after another of draft paper.

And the news of each class group is flying up——

"Students, there is something wrong with my display, or the network card. Why is there an afterimage on my screen?"

"Upstairs, you're not the only one who wants to ask this question!"

"Isn't Meng Zhuo too fast? Oh my god!"

"Wow, shit, shit, I was so shocked! There is such a master hiding beside me?"

"Meng Zhuo is really good. Last time I asked him a difficult question, I didn't understand the reference answer, but Meng Zhuo explained it to me, and I understood it! He is really awesome!"

"I don't believe it. Maybe he's writing nonsense. I think Ziqing is better."

"That's right, writing fast doesn't mean you're all right. Ziqing's grades are stable in the top three in the school. I believe Ziqing!"

"I also!"

The two people in the examination room were unaware of these discussions, and they were all fighting for the last one.

Zhuang Ziqing's forehead gradually became a little sweaty. Some of these questions were more difficult than those he studied outside.

It took him a lot of time to calculate each one.

He glanced up at Meng Zhuo inadvertently, but found that his expression was calm and his hands never stopped.

There was a trace of panic in his heart, but he still held his own. Until the end, he still didn't know who would win.

Meng Zhuo finished all the previous questions, and only the last one remained. After solving it for a while, his brows gradually frowned.

This last question is difficult.

His ballpoint pen quickly substituted the data into the formula calculation on the draft paper.

If one method does not work, use another method to overcome it in a different way.

Zhuang Ziqing finally finished the previous questions. When he saw the last question that seemed familiar to him, he smiled. He usually finds teachers in cram schools to study Mathematical Olympiads, and even participated in Mathematical Olympiad competitions. This question is very similar to what he used to do. past questions.

He breathed a sigh of relief and regained his confidence, even with confidence.

Meng Zhuo was usually made to do this and that by Fang Qinzhi, and he probably hadn't even touched the cover of the Olympiad book.

And 5 minutes later, Zhuang Ziqing's expression turned ugly.

He tried to bring it with the method he used to do the question before, only to find that it didn't work at all.

It is somewhat different from what he did before, and even the implicit problem-solving ideas of the questions are completely different.

His face gradually turned pale, the fingers holding the pen turned pale, and a chill came from his back.

If he lost to Meng Zhuo, what face would he have to step into the classroom and accept the eyes of his classmates?

No, he reassured himself.He still has an advantage, at least he has done everything before, even if he loses some points for this question, he is still confident that he can get the result of victory.

At this time, Meng Zhuo stood up suddenly, picked up the paper and the draft paper, and said in a steady tone: "It's done."

Ke Siming raised his eyebrows, took his paper and handed it to the teacher in class three.

The head teacher of class three is also a math teacher. After taking the paper and looking at it, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

The scroll is neat, the handwriting is sharp, and it penetrates the back of the paper. More importantly, at a glance, it is all standard answers——

After all, he participated in the examination papers, and the answers couldn't be more familiar.

Seeing Meng Zhuo handing in the paper, Zhuang Ziqing's pen fluttered for a moment.

Seeing this, Ke Siming coughed lightly: "Don't be nervous, there is still time."

Zhuang Ziqing took a deep breath, maybe Meng Zhuo handed in the paper because he didn't make it at all?

He buried his head and began to calculate again, writing page after page on the draft paper, and the handwriting became more and more scribbled.

"Jingle Bell……"

When the bell rang, Zhuang Ziqing put down his pen with a pale face, showing a rare defeat.

The group started to explode again——

"Am I not mistaken, Ziqing didn't solve the last question?"

"No way, isn't he good at math?"

"Could it be that Ziqing will lose to Meng Zhuo this time? After all, the monthly exam has already been suppressed by 20 points."

"Meng Zhuo plagiarized the monthly exam, does that count?"

"At first I thought Meng Zhuo was plagiarizing, but now... I'm a little skeptical."

"Doubt +1, his performance really doesn't look like plagiarism."

"The bottom one can do this? I really don't believe it. Meng Zhuo usually hides his strength."

"So you turned against each other? Maybe Meng Zhuo didn't do it at all?"

"That's right, Ziqing is so good, Meng Zhuo can catch up with him after two months of hard work? Is he some kind of genius?"

"P's genius, how can there be so many geniuses. If he is a genius, how can he still be the last one in the exam?"

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