"Boss Liang, I need an explanation!" Song Qiaodong's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was gloomy and frightening.
Liang Bo turned his head, looked at Song Qiaodong calmly, and said with a soft smile: "there's nothing to explain. He drew the answer."
Boom!
If the people of the central China team were struck by lightning, if they were only conjectures before, then now is the iron evidence!
Liang Bo, the general manager of Yanjing Hotel, can't tell lies, and there's no need to tell lies.
"It's impossible. He's just a high school student. How can he figure out the answer?" Song Qiaodong roared at the top of his voice.
He could hardly believe what he saw!
"There's no way to explain why there are always gifted students." Liang Bo looks at Song Qiaodong with disdain.
Genius, especially in the food industry, is particularly prominent, some people are born with taste, smell is more sensitive than others!
There is no doubt that Qin Luo is such a person!
Genius? Song Qiaodong opened his mouth, and finally failed to speak.
Angry staring at Qin Luo, he said in a cold voice: "I hope you can continue to be talented when you are in the National Games."
With that, he left with a group of students.
"Wait a minute." Just when he was about to cross the threshold, Liang Bo stopped him again.
"What?"
"Mr. Song, we pay for our order, but we don't charge for it." Liang Bo said with a smile.
“…… Swipe card, pack! " Song Qiaodong's voice cold should a, settled the account, turned and left.
He has no face to stay here.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Seeing song Qiaodong's gloomy departure, Feng Huadong immediately began to talk happily.
Because of the results, he was ridiculed by song Qiaodong in every national competition. This time, he finally got revenge!
After a simple dinner, everyone returned to school and began to prepare for the national games two days later.
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in the early morning, Yanda ushered in a rare good weather, because there was no haze.
Qin Luo walked and came to a lake in the school.
After that, he was stunned by the sight.
There are countless students sitting on the stone chairs by the lake.
They have a book in hand and are reading it carefully.
…… Isn't the lake a place to play the piano and talk about love?
"Classmate, which department?" When Qin Luo was thinking about whether to take a book to pretend to be forced, a boy beside him asked curiously.
He is nearly two meters tall, his hair is scattered behind him, he is very thin, his legs are very long, and his eyes reveal indescribable profundity.
Which department?
Qin luozai thought carefully: "it should be the Department of mathematics."
He is only a little higher in mathematics.
"Mathematics department?" 2 meters male pupil burst out a bright light. "Do you know what Zhou's guess is?"
"Yes." Qin Luo nodded.
Zhou's conjecture was not proved by him?
"Are you interested in communication?"
"No interest, because it's going to be a theorem soon."
Theorem? Oh
2 meters male, chuckled, "the primary school younger brother is still too young."
"By the way, elder martial brother, why did you come to Yanda?"
"Oh, don't mention it. I wanted to take the Cambridge Exam, but if I failed in the exam, I could only come to Yanda."
After failing the exam, did you go to Yanda? Hearing this, Qin Luo has an impulse to hit people.
"Elder martial brother, are you suffering from the disease of not pretending to be forced to die?" Qin Luo asked.