After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

Song Zhulan's rolled noodles were much neater than Chen Kaiqiang expected.

The font is free and easy but not scribbled, which is very pleasing to the eye.

He hastily scanned the multiple choice questions, and the answers were all correct.Even the last question with the highest prediction error rate in the math group got it right.

Could it be that Song Zhulan really studied hard in private after leaving school for several months?

Chen Kaiqiang was about to continue reviewing the following questions, but someone raised his hand in front of him.He had no choice but to put down the paper and go to answer the questions.

When he looked at Song Zhulan again, the man had already fallen asleep lying on the table.

The attitude is too bad!

Chen Kaiqiang's affection for Song Zhulan disappeared immediately.

Song Zhulan didn't sleep.

He deliberately ate breakfast before going out today to prevent his stomach from getting sick again, but he didn't expect his stomach to hurt again.

He clutched his stomach, and the warmth spread from the palm of his hand to his abdominal cavity, which eased the pain in his stomach.

Song Zhulan has been in the apocalypse for 17 years, and has suffered countless injuries, some of which could almost kill him, but he has never been in such pain.

He only felt that his stomach was burning, and every nerve was clamoring for pain.And that stinging pain kept coming like a tide, and it became more and more intense, completely interrupting his ability to think.

Song Zhulan gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

Relying on a bit of coolness, I finally regained a trace of sobriety.

This is the fault of the original body, and the setting in the book remains unchanged.After he crossed over, he also inherited all these shackles.

But this does not mean that he has to live as humble as the original owner.

Although the life of the original owner was not good, at least he had no worries about food and clothing, which was much more comfortable than in the last days.

But Song Zhulan didn't like it.

Even if all the settings are not favorable to him and force him to be content with the status quo, it doesn't matter.

He has always been good at turning against the wind.

Song Zhulan took a breath and slowly raised his head.

Facing the void in front of him and the setting in the invisible book, he raised a smile that couldn't find any mistakes.

It was as if that violent stomach pain didn't bother him anymore.

When the bell rang for the third class, the papers were collected and distributed to everyone randomly.

I just took the math test for nearly two hours, and most of the people in the class have lost their eyes and lost their minds.

Song Zhulan's face turned pale because of the headache, and it didn't seem out of harmony to sit among them.

Chen Kaiqiang cleared his throat, and asked while waiting for the PPT to open: "Do you find it difficult this time?"

"Difficult!" The crowd below were furious.

"It's right to be difficult," Chen Kaiqiang said with a straight face: "Turn to the first page and answer the multiple-choice questions first. Whoever wrote the first nine questions wrong, get up quickly, and listen to this class standing up."

Everyone knew the answers to the multiple-choice questions. As soon as Chen Kaiqiang finished reading, a few people got up sporadically.

Song Zhulan's front table was impressively listed.

He turned his head and gave Song Zhulan a rather resentful look.

The troublemakers in the class had been looking around for whoever was punished to stand, and they saw the front table in a moment.

"Why is there Liu Feng this time? Isn't he always good at mathematics?"

"I guess I was careless. The first nine are not difficult, you see, Song Zhulan didn't get up at the end."

"That's right, Song Zhulan was right this time!"

"It's probably a hoodwink."

"Meng can be right, luck is pretty good."

Chen Kaiqiang patted the podium, and the muttering people shrank back immediately.

Lao Chen spoke the paper very quickly, choosing and filling in the blanks, only saying a few words on the last question, and even passing a few simple short-answer questions.

In less than 10 minutes, only the last three major questions were left unsaid.

"Let's just look at question 23. This was the finale question of Jiangsu Province last year. The number sequence test is also the focus of our class today."

As soon as the word "Su Sheng" came out, there was a gasp in the air below.

Chen Kaiqiang glanced over a group of silent students, and finally his eyes fell on Liu Feng who had been standing for half a class.

"Liu Feng, come and read the answers to the paper in your hand."

Liu Feng replied yes, he did the first two questions of the final question, and the answer was the same as that of the paper in his hand.

"For the first question, λ=1, and for the second question, in the case of n=1, An=1, n is greater than or equal to 2, and An is equal to 3 times 4 to the n-2 power."

Chen Kaiqiang nodded in satisfaction, "Did he write the third question? Keep reading."

Liu Feng paused for a moment. This question asked for the value range of λ, but he didn't figure it out.But the roll in front of me was clean and tidy, the steps were clear, and the answer was clear at a glance.

He only looked at the first few steps, and subconsciously felt that the answer was correct.

"The value range of lambda is greater than zero and less than one."

He looked up nervously to observe Chen Kaiqiang's expression, trying to judge the correctness of the answer.

--His rationality told himself that this was the correct answer, but the name of the person on the front of the scroll told him that it was almost impossible.

Chen Kaiqiang smiled, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.He motioned Liu Feng to sit down, and said: "This is the standard answer. If there are no missing steps in the middle, you can get 16 points. It's great to have such a classmate in our class."

"Liu Feng, whose paper is this?"

Liu Feng didn't answer.

Chen Kaiqiang pretended that he didn't hear, and asked again.

Liu Feng's voice was like a mosquito.

"Song Zhulan..."

"Who?"

This time, not only the eyes of the students in the class were wide open, but even Chen Kaiqiang's smile froze on his face.

He walked quickly to Liu Feng and picked up the paper.

At the beginning of the volume, there are three big characters "Song Zhulan" written in bold and unrestrained script.

Chen Kaiqiang didn't speak for a while, holding a red pen, carefully read Song Zhulan's answer to the last question.

——Except for a few sporadic jumps, there is no problem.

Then turn to the front part of the paper.

Multiple choice questions, all right.Fill in the blanks, all correct.

The answers to the short-answer questions were all correct, but three points were deducted for jumping. Song Zhulan even wrote the additional questions for the two math competitions completely correctly.

This set of papers was produced by the mathematics team in accordance with the format of the college entrance examination. The full score was 147, and Song Zhulan got [-].

The score is very high, but it is not without precedent. As long as the students in the math competition are not careless, this score is easy to get.

It's just that there are no contestants in Class [-] and [-] of high school, and even if there were, it would definitely not be Song Zhulan.

There was a murmur gradually below.

"Song Zhulan really did this? When did he reach this level?"

"It's fake, he only got [-] points in the mathematics test last semester."

"Then this time..."

"Copied?"

The eyes of the whole class focused on Song Zhulan, and Chen Kaiqiang also looked at him.

He was very disappointed in this student.

He asked sharply, "Song Zhulan, where did you get your answer?"

Under the gaze of everyone, Song Zhulan raised his eyes and looked at Chen Kaiqiang, his voice was extremely calm.

"I wrote it myself."

A cold snort came from nowhere.

Chen Kaiqiang spoke harshly: "Cheating in exams is a big deal, and you have to remember it! You will imitate it immediately. Can you cheat in the exam room if you imitate it? What you are doing now is deceiving yourself. Negotiate and try to—”

"Teacher," the young man's clear voice interrupted Chen Kaiqiang.

Song Zhulan still had a gentle smile on his face, but there was no smile in his amber pupils.

He paused every word: "I wrote the answer myself."

The atmosphere in the class seemed to freeze.

After a long time, Chen Kaiqiang threw the paper heavily on the table and pointed to the blackboard.

"You said you did it yourself, well, I'll give you 10 minutes, and you go and explain it to everyone. If you can't explain it clearly, I will report your cheating to the Academic Affairs Office."

Song Zhulan got up from his seat.

He was half a head taller than Chen Kaiqiang, looking down at him: "Okay."

The boy strode forward with long legs, walked to the podium, and suddenly turned around.

"Mr. Chen, if I make it clear, what are you going to do?"

"That doesn't count as cheating on you."

Song Zhulan shook her head and looked directly at Chen Kaiqiang: "You insisted that I cheated without any basis. If I prove your opinion wrong, wouldn't it be worth your apology?"

Chen Kaiqiang's neck turned red: "Okay, tell me! As long as you can explain clearly, I will apologize to you in front of the teachers and students of the whole school!"

Song Zhulan took out a piece of chalk from the chalk box, pinched the middle and lower part of the pen, and turned around.

The stomach pain became more and more severe, and the burning sensation stimulated Song Zhulan's nerves, and cold sweat slowly rolled down his neck.

Song Zhulan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Perhaps the fate of the original owner was indeed like this. In fact, he had done nothing wrong, but he was dragging a sick body, under the control of public opinion, he was hacked all over the Internet, he was bullied on campus, he had no choice but to die in despair.

But that was not his fate.

He didn't need and didn't want to follow the original owner's life trajectory.

Song Zhulan clenched her fingers subconsciously, the chalk broke in two and rolled to the ground.

"Snapped--"

Something, too, snapped at the same time.

The next moment, the people in the third and fifth classes of high school saw Qingjuan's young man calmly raised his hand and wrote down the formula on the blackboard with the remaining half of chalk.

The handwriting is chic and sharp, like an unbreakable sword.

At the beginning, there were whispers below, but when Song Zhulan finished writing, the classroom fell into silence, and only the sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard could be heard.

The steps on the blackboard are clear and more accurate than standard answers.

The young man's voice was not in a hurry, starting from the first question, from the shallower to the deeper, step by step to analyze the final question thoroughly, with clear logic and order.

Song Zhulan talked about more than just this question, and even talked about the same type of questions together.

His voice is flat, but it makes people enlightened at once.

After 10 minutes, Song Zhulan put down the chalk and turned to face the classroom.

Everyone in the class, even Chen Kaiqiang was dumbfounded.

They couldn't think of anyone who could speak better than this.

If the topic of the lecture can be said like this, Song Zhulan must not have cheated.

The person who first yelled at Song Zhulan for cheating had already shut up and didn't say a word.

The boy looked around the class, and finally fell on Chen Kaiqiang.

There seemed to be no emotion in the light-colored pupils.

Chen Kaiqiang was stared at by him, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

He cleared his throat: "Student Song, your speech is good, go back to your seat."

Song Zhulan didn't move.

He still had a decent and elegant smile on his face, but he didn't leave any room for what he said.

"Mr. Chen, please apologize to me."