Under the Zhengyangmen: The opening system let me collect the trash

After a few words of bickering, it didn't take long before the exam began.

First of all, the first subject is Chinese.

After getting the test papers, Han Chunming, according to the habit of his previous life, first read the questions to see if he could do them himself.

And with the blessing of the system function of ten times the learning speed, Han Chunming has no doubt that he can do all these questions.

The knowledge he had seen before was like imprinted in his mind and could be used at any time.

"Good guy, this is much easier than copying directly from the book."

Han Chunming said something to himself, and then put a pencil in each hand, and placed his left and right hands on the left and right sides of the test paper.

This is a stunt he practiced when he was at home.

That is to hold a pen in one hand and do two-sided papers at the same time when you are very familiar with the topic and have no difficulties!
In this way, you can finish a test paper as quickly as possible and maximize efficiency!

Although in the examination room, handing in the papers in advance cannot start the next subject examination quickly, but Han Chunming trained himself in this way so that he can focus on two tasks and handle affairs more quickly when he is working in the future.

Next, Han Chunming started to move the two pens at the same time, doing the paper on both sides at the same time.

This move made the teacher in charge of the test a little confused.

"Comrade, what are you doing?"

The teacher walked up to Han Chunming, put his hands on the paper, and prevented Han Chunming from continuing to perform tricks.

And Han Chunming raised his head and glanced at the teacher.

The invigilator in front of me is an old man who is nearly sixty years old, wearing a pair of glasses, and looks gentle and pleasant.

But even though it was an exam now, this old man was not Han Chunming's teacher, that's why he called Han Chunming a comrade.

"Teacher, I'm just working on a problem."

Han Chunming replied calmly.

"Do the question? I think you are doodling, right? Do you know what this college entrance examination means?"

The teacher looked into Han Chunming's eyes and said seriously: "It means that as long as you pass the score line, you can be admitted to the university. As long as you are admitted to the university, your future is boundless."

"But what are you doing now? Using two pens to do the test at the same time? I think you don't want to take the exam at all, and you deliberately fooled things?"

Hearing these two sentences, Han Chunming was a little helpless. He didn't want to fool around, but wanted to do the questions well and get a high score in the exam.

But he couldn't explain it.

It can't be said that because I have the blessing of the system, I can solve the questions much faster than others, right?
In the end, Han Chunming could only choose to compromise, put away one pen, and only use one pen for the questions.

Seeing this, the invigilator did not continue to embarrass Han Chunming, but he did not just leave, but stood beside his hands behind his back, quietly staring at the test paper.

This situation was noticed by Cheng Jianjun next to him.

He sneered, and thought to himself: This Han Chunming definitely doesn't know how to do the questions, so he just wanted to write a nonsense, hoping that the invigilator can see his details and throw him out of the examination room!
However, the invigilator was a little shocked at this time.

Although Han Chunming didn't have two pens to do the questions anymore, his speed was only a little slower, and he was still a fast-paced pen.

Moreover, these topics are still correct.

Although the invigilator is not a Chinese major, he will not understand anything. Anyway, Han Chunming doesn't take a second look at all. It seems that the answers written with his eyes closed are all correct.

"Could it be possible, this kid is a genius, can he become the number one scholar?"

The invigilator said something to himself, and looked at Han Chunming with more serious eyes.

If this is a champion, and he is interested in his main major, which is economics, he may be able to cultivate it well.

"I remember you, boy."

The invigilator patted Han Chunming on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Seeing this, Cheng Jianjun looked at the invigilator rather puzzled, and then at Han Chunming, with a puzzled expression on his face.

He wondered why the invigilator not only didn't continue to criticize Han Chunming, but even patted him on the shoulder and said, "I remember you?"
Could it be... Han Chunming's questions were not written in random, but all correct?
Thinking of this, Cheng Jianjun had a worried look on his face.

But then he shook his head again, put all his worries behind him, and muttered in his heart: "Impossible, impossible, Han Chunming is a junk collector, how could he do everything right? I guess he did everything wrong Yes, the invigilator feels that rotten wood cannot be carved."

After comforting himself in this way, Cheng Jianjun calmed down and continued to work on the questions.

However, because of his psychological fluctuations, he kept thinking about Han Chunming's affairs and didn't concentrate on the exam, so there was a problem with his performance.

This is a later story, let's not mention it for the time being.

After completing a test paper, Han Chunming put the test paper directly on the invigilator's desk, then returned to the original position, closed his eyes and rested his mind, preparing for the next test.

Although he is handy in solving the questions, he needs to concentrate all the knowledge in his brain if he wants to mobilize it.

Later, at the end of the day, Han Chunming finished all the subjects quickly and handed in the papers ahead of time.

The exam was not considered over until the evening approached.

Han Chunming, who had been sitting for a long time with back pain, stood up, stretched his waist, and looked at Cheng Jianjun, who was still writing quickly, trying to finish the last question before the invigilator closed the paper.

"Hehe, at your level, how dare you challenge me before the exam?"

Han Chunming sneered in a low voice.

"Han, you..."

Cheng Jianjun wanted to refute it, but then realized that he still had problems to finish, so he hurriedly wrote.

But it was only a few seconds before he was distracted by what Han Chunming said that he wanted to refute, and the invigilator had already walked up to him.

Unfortunately, the invigilator confiscated Cheng Jianjun's test papers without writing the last few words of his answer.

"Teacher, let me write two more strokes, please!"

Cheng Jianjun hurriedly stood up and begged.

If he hasn't finished writing a topic, then he has nothing to worry about.

But it was the last question, and there were still a few words left to finish writing. At this time, the paper was collected, which meant that he didn't write it, which made Cheng Jianjun feel anxious.

"What did you do before? If you can't finish writing, don't write. Is it possible that hundreds of people in the examination room are waiting for you?"

The invigilator said something very bluntly, and then went on to collect other people's papers.

There was no other way, Cheng Jianjun could only sigh.