"Evidence?" Jiang Nuan smiled, a little arrogant and cold, "I don't have it, but it doesn't mean I can't prove it."

She glanced at Jiang Qianxue, full of disdain, "Look at it carefully, I want to step on you, how simple is it."

Jiang Qianxue was trembling all over, and the bad premonition in her heart became heavier and heavier.

Under countless curious sights, Jiang Nuan suddenly turned around and turned her back to the playground.

"You can ask."

What to ask?

Most of them hadn't reacted yet, and there were only a very small number of people. In an instant, they understood what she meant.

With the mentality of not being too serious about watching the fun, someone immediately asked loudly, "What kind of person is standing in the sixth position in the fifth row?"

Jiang Nuan's crisp voice came into everyone's ears through the microphone.

"Woman, in her twenties, short hair, white shirt, black pencil pants."

With a "brush", everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at that position, and then opened their eyes wide.

The sixth person standing in the fifth row, who said to Jiang Nuan, was exactly in line with what he said.

"This is impossible!" someone screamed strangely.

"Is it fake? It must be a coincidence!"

There were at least several hundred people on the scene, and it took less than a minute until Jiang Nuan came on stage.

In just a few dozen seconds, she remembered the characteristics and locations of hundreds of people on the scene. Is this possible?

Jiang Qianxue shook her body and suddenly began to panic.

She finally understood what Jiang Nuan was going to do!

You can't let Jiang Nuan continue to talk, absolutely not!

Another person asked loudly, "The last row, the last one!"

Jiang Nuan said casually, "It's a mother holding a three or four-year-old girl in her arms. The girl is wearing a red skirt and has two New Year knots on her head."

The mother opened her eyes wide in shock. She was afraid of rushing to the child, so she deliberately stood in the corner, and almost few people noticed her.

"sky--"

Before anyone else could sigh, someone rushed to ask, "There is the middle row, the middle one!"

Jiang Nuan slowly took a break, "Man, in her forties, bald, beer belly."

It took a few minutes for the crowd to count to the middle row and the middle one.

“My God…”

"This time, it's impossible to be a coincidence, right?"

Jiang Qianxue's face turned pale when she heard the crowd talking.

If there were no ambulances, she and Mrs. Jiang could still pretend to be sick, but that bitch Jiang Nuan blocked their way out in advance.

"Four rows, tenth one!"

"Female reporter! Ponytail, blue dress."

"Seventh row, forty-third!"

"No one."

After counting the crowd, there were indeed only forty-two people in the fourth row.

No matter who asked or what he was asking, Jiang Nuan could say it casually, without saying a word.

...

After the crowd finally asked for fun, the scene fell into a strange silence.

The needle can be heard when it falls to the ground.

The teacher at T University was shocked.

All the crowds at the scene were stunned!

This kind of terrifying memory ability can be the first in the liberal arts department, right?

Jiang Nuan’s head teacher was sweating on his forehead and said angrily, “This is impossible! You must have bribed these people in advance! Yes, it must be like this! You asked the man who kept you to intimidate all of them…”

Jiang Nuan slowly turned around, with a sarcastic look on her face, "Well! You are right, I not only let my men control the number of people entering the venue, control their standing positions, control what clothes they should wear, control the order of their questions..."
Chapter completed!