The Almighty Little Chef

"Director, what are we going to take?" Wu Jiangyue asked. She was the oldest and had forgotten some of the things she had learned.

"High school students' favorite test paper! Due to our short time, the test questions this time are made up of various subjects."

Several people had bitter faces, even Jiang Xiaofei. She tried her best to recall what the original owner had done in high school. She didn't know what to think about. After all, the high school was far away, and even if the original owner was a scholar, it was a little vague.

"It's time to send the test papers."

The test papers were handed out to several people, one, two, ... there were four! This is too much.

Several people looked at the test papers in their hands, and then looked at the director who was sitting holding a thermos cup.

"There are still 59 minutes." The director looked at the watch hidden in his sleeve and looked at everyone with a smile.

Everyone is now sure that this director is a real dog.

"When will I be able to finish so much." Duanmuhong rubbed his hair with a distressed expression.

He knows every word on it, but when combined together...

"It is forbidden to whisper and make noise."

The director looked at the crowd and sounded a reminder at the right time.

Jiang Xiaofei just finished writing her name, and she took a moment to look at the director, who was sitting there with a naive and truthful look, and shut himself up for two seconds.

Jiang Xiaofei's language is okay. After all, as an ancient person, it is easy to solve such things as language. Mathematics is easy, and the original owner has a lot in memory. He knows a little English, and the rest is chemistry and physics. not bad.

Looking at the time, Jiang Xiaofei started to write hard before she had time to think about it. After all, this question could not be completed in such a short time.

Jiang Xiaofei chose what she knew to do, and simply skipped those unfamiliar topics.

While the others were still scratching their scalps and not knowing how to start, Jiang Xiaofei had already entered a state.

The other three looked at the person who was picking up the brush and writing, and their eyes peeked uncontrollably.

"Cough!" The director took a sip of hot tea and gave a warning while watching the sneaky behavior of several people.

The three of them glanced at the director, straightened their bodies, and withdrew their eyes towards Jiang Xiaofei.

Gu Zhe looked at the things on the paper, functions, complex numbers, acceleration, mountains...

He is a liberal arts student, and he came out as an artist before finishing high school, so he doesn't know these things...

Yu Guang looked at Jiang Xiaofei, who was writing quickly, thinking about the four courtyards again, and daring to write blindly.

Wu Jiangyue is not bad, although she doesn't know many things, but she is a serious college student. Even if she studies art, she has been exposed to these things, but it's been too long now, and some of them are familiar but don't know what they are.

Duanmuhong was still leaning forward to look at Jiang Xiaofei's answer, but let him see a few, like a mouse that stole the oil. He looked around and found that no one noticed him and secretly wrote it on the paper.

An hour passed quickly. This is the case for Jiang Xiaofei, because she still has a lot of things to write, but most of the remaining things are uncertain, and she has already written them. Quite empty.

The least written on the paper was Duanmu Hong. Four-fifths of his answers came from Jiang Xiaofei, who peeked at it, and the remaining one-fifth did not see his own.

Wu Jiangyue wrote the most. After she wrote one answer, she felt that it was another answer, so she wrote it again. The four papers were densely packed.