Crazy, crazy! The teacher who set the question is going crazy.

Wang Binning quickly moved around in three places, recording the usual situations at this time.

"Dear viewers, the current content is that three professors are participating in the question-making competition held by Lin Fan..."

In the "Question-making Contest", those who listened felt that they had learned something.

This is the first time I have heard of it in my life.

Lin Fan quietly waited for the three professors to come up with the questions, and ordered a few of his loyal brothers to pour tea for Zheng Yi and other leaders.

"Director, take a seat." Lin Fan moved out the resting chair and warmly entertained Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi sat down and couldn't help but sigh: "This classroom is more comfortable than my office."

"Director, have some tea."

"Thank you, thank you!" Zheng Yi didn't know why, but a strong aura made him lose his authority, and he couldn't help but be respectful to the high school boy in front of him.

Lin Fan sat quietly aside and read a book calmly.

After a moment, Lin Fan raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

"Three professors, haven't you finished it yet? We'll be out of school in twenty minutes."

Hua Dongyi was in the corner: "Give me a little more time, and it will be over soon!"

The other two professors also frowned and tried their best to extract the most difficult questions from their minds.

"Hey, it's hard to come up with the questions, it's so hard to come up with the questions!" Hua Dongyi couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

When Liu Dazhuang heard this, he couldn't help but said happily: "Brother Fan is so powerful! It's hard to kill them!"

The students couldn't help but clapped their hands and cheered when they saw Lin Fan frustrating the teacher who set the question.

At this time, the three professors had very similar thoughts in their minds: It would be difficult to kill him!

Yang Jianyu sat quietly with the paper in hand. He knew that none of the questions in the textbook could stump Lin Fan.

Physics competitions are the best example.

"Lin Fan, I'm going to use my trump card!"

Start writing and write a question!

"The first question is, there is a slope equipped with 50 speed bumps. The angle with the ground is θ, the length is l, and a car is on the top of the slope, moving downward..."

Yang Jianyu drafted five big questions in succession, each with three questions, and the amount of calculation was extremely large.

The three professors returned to Lin Fan's classroom almost at the same time.

"The question is ready!"

Lin Fan waited boredly, watching three professors hurriedly come to him with papers in hand, beads of sweat hanging on their foreheads.

"The three teachers have worked hard."

"Who should do it first?" Lin Fan looked at the three of them and asked for their opinions.

"Everything is fine, everything is fine."

Lin Fan: "Then I'll do Chinese first."

Take the paper and start timing.

"Time is tight, so I'll just answer it orally."

"Professor Ouyang, you really do everything you can!"

Looking at the uncommon words written on the paper, I couldn't help but joke.

However, this is not difficult at all.

"hao,fu,liao,xiao."

As for the phonetic notation, no matter how weird and weird the character was, Lin Fan could read it smoothly.

Lin Fan's enunciation was clear and his pronunciation was standard. Although he spoke quickly, everyone present could hear him clearly.

As a reporter, Wang Binning feels ashamed.

This kid, what is there that he can't do?

"This voice, this Mandarin, can definitely be used as an announcer... If it weren't for my lack of qualifications, I would now want to compete with these professors. Lin Fan should enter the media field!"

Wang Binning watched Lin Fan answer the questions and was immediately fascinated.

Yan Hongyu in the seat felt something bad again. What was this woman looking at?

Lin Fan only took two minutes to answer all the questions except composition.

"Professor Ouyang, am I clear?"

Ouyang Yuanzhuan nodded.

"Are there any mistakes?"

"No, no." Ouyang Yuanchuan's face was filled with shock.

This Lin Fan is really a monster!

No robot is that fast!

The computer still freezes!

However, even so, can the composition be written or read in the only three minutes left?

Lin Fan took a look at the title of the composition.

"Please take a leave of absence and imagine that ten years after your graduation, you return to your alma mater and compose an impromptu poem based on your feelings."

The projector at the front of the classroom displayed the test questions from Ouyang Yuan, and everyone in the room couldn't help but take a breath.

"This is too cruel!"

"That's right, Ouyang can't afford it, he's red-eyed!"

Everyone cast worried glances at Lin Fan.

Although Lin Fan lost, he was just hanging out with these big guys, which was something ordinary students could only dream of!

However, Lin Fanli's flag was broken, which would be a slap in the face.

"What's so difficult about this?"

Lin Fan cleared his throat, and then began to recite in a clear voice.

"When you enter, you will suddenly feel enlightened. Although there are new ideas at the door."

"Green and blue complement each other, and as far as the eye can see, it is called the East District."

"Pang Pang is shining with green light, I use it to cultivate my energy."

"The sudden appearance is like an open book. I often go to it to read."

"Step forward along the shade of palm trees until you reach a vast land of red and green."

...

Ouyang Yuanchuan couldn't help but widen his eyes: "This, this is a sultry poem?"

"It's true..."

Lin Fan's spoken words and impromptu poems are comparable to "Li Sao".

Hua Dongyi on the side wondered: "Where did he carry it from?"

"What's this? He improvised it!"

Ouyang Yuanzhuan was a man of great learning. I had never heard this poem written by Lin Fan before. It was completely original.

"That's awesome, really awesome!" Hua Dongyi admired sincerely.

Ouyang Yuanchuan looked at Hua Dongyi's admiring expression and couldn't help but be surprised: "Didn't you say that literature is useless?"

Hua Dongyi spread his hands: "Yes, but he's very pretentious!"

Haha, Ouyang Yuanchuan couldn't help but greet Hua Dongyi in his heart.

After Lin Fan finished reading the poem, Liu Dazhuang immediately handed over the herbal tea: "Brother Fan, your mouth is dry, drink it quickly."

Everyone glanced at the clock on the wall in unison.

"This Chinese oral examination only took four minutes."

There was still one minute left over the promised five minutes.

"Teacher Ouyang, what score would you give me for this essay?"

Ouyang Yuanchuan's face showed admiration: "Of course I will give you full marks! Please write it down for me!"

Lin Fan just composed a poem impromptu and did not write it down on paper. Ouyang Yuanchuan instantly felt a little disappointed.

"Oops, I may not remember clearly. After all, it was improvisation..."
To be continued...