Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Late at night, half past eleven.

General Colt has completed a call, and Li Qing and his companions are still blocked on the highway outside Rome.

The traffic jam lasted for a long time, and Giorno and others who had been taking a nap all woke up.

Their mental and physical strength had been replenished, but they couldn't help but feel a little hungry after not eating all night during the march.

Finally, they decided to park at a service area on the roadside and rest for a while before setting off on their way.

Although it was late at night, the service area did not seem deserted at all.

Countless car owners who fled north from the disaster area in Naples gathered on this highway, adding a lot of popularity to the place that it usually doesn't have.

When Li Qing and others casually walked into a McDonald's to eat, there were already many diners sitting inside.

Most of them are drivers who did not eat in time due to traffic jams. They can't help but wolf down their meals, which looks very ungraceful.

There is one person who is different:

The man was about thirty years old, wearing a smart suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He ate without making any noise and looked very civilized.

Of course, this alone won't attract Li Qing's attention.

What made Li Qing look at him inadvertently was a large book placed in front of the man.

He just sat alone by the window, carefully reading the books in front of him and leisurely tasting the food on the table.

This temperament, this gesture, seems to make the reader transcend the hustle and bustle around him, and possess a detached and elegant temperament.

Seeing such a scene, Li Qing couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

You're so damn good at pretending!

It's so noisy in McDonald's. It's crazy if you can even read a book here.

He couldn't help but make a bad guess about the man's intention of reading in the fast food restaurant, and the man seemed to have noticed him.

The two strangers looked at each other for a moment, then looked back with smiles.

Li Qing paid no attention to him and just followed Giorno and others to sit down at the table next to him.

Bucciarati stepped forward to order alone, while the rest were sitting at the table discussing the trip to Pisa:

It took us all night to get to Rome. Is driving too slow?

How about we get off the expressway and change to a plane or a train?

Nalanja suggested anxiously.

It was said in the news that trains throughout central and southern Italy have been suspended due to line paralysis caused by the earthquake.

As for planes, let alone whether there are suitable flights now.

Li Qing thought about the vehicles that died in the line of duty today, and found that he couldn't count them all for a while.

forget it.

The car is a little slower, but at least it's safe.

Giorno understood Li Qing’s thoughts, and he helped and said:

Once you pass through Rome, a transportation hub, the journey will be much easier.

There are only more than 400 kilometers left from Rome to Pisa. As long as there is no traffic jam, our car can smoothly drive to 120 kilometers.

That's it!

Nalanja's anxiety was slightly relieved.

He couldn't help but count the remaining distance on his fingers:

400 kilometers, the vehicle speed is 120 kilometers per hour, 400 divided by 120

Um, it should be easier to calculate if you erase the loose ends.

400 divided by 1004 hours will get you there!

It took Nalanja half a minute to come up with the answer with difficulty.

He knew that he was not good at mathematics, but in order to better assist Bucciarati, Naranja was always looking for opportunities to practice his abilities in this area.

Several of the companions here knew about his habits, so even if they heard such a wrong answer, they did not react excessively.

However, a burst of harsh laughter came from the side:

Ha ha ha ha!

“Isn’t there anyone who can’t solve elementary school students’ problems like dividing 400 by 120?”

The one who laughed was the middle-aged man who was reading a book in his seat.

As Li Qing maliciously guessed, this guy was not reading seriously.

Hearing Nalanjia give such a fallacious answer, he even closed the book and couldn't help laughing out loud:

400 divided by 120 equals 4 hahaha.

What's the use of brains for a guy like this who's not even as good as a primary school student!

What did you say?

Fugo glared at the guy very irritably:

He also often got angry and cursed while teaching Nalanjia mathematics.

But it's one thing to be scolded by your own brother, but it's another thing to be maliciously humiliated by a stranger.

Hearing the middle-aged man mocking his friend's intelligence so blatantly, Fugo immediately slammed the table angrily:

Try saying something again?!

hehe.

The middle-aged man was not at all intimidated by Fugo's violent side.

He stared at Nalanjia and Fuge with a sneer, and said without flinching:

Want to use force to make me surrender?

So what if you do it? Will this change the fact that you are idiots?

The Neanderthals tens of thousands of years ago were physically stronger than Homo sapiens and had bigger fists than Homo sapiens, but what happened later?

They weren't exterminated by Homo sapiens with better minds because they couldn't master knowledge!

The middle-aged man pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, his tone full of disdain.

His eyes were like looking down at a group of dirty pigs huddled in a pile of dung, full of disgust:

“Can’t even master the most basic knowledge”

I don't think you should live in this world and pollute the next generation of mankind with your inferior genes!

Asshole!

Fugo rushed forward and almost hit the guy in the face with his fist.

Fortunately, Apache, who was calm after all, was there to hold him back, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to enjoy the meal.

The middle-aged man was so frightened by this that he held his head and shivered. After he recovered, he was still very harsh:

Barbarians know how to use knives and guns.

No matter how big my fist is, I will never give in. If you want me to bow my head and change my words, then defeat me in terms of 'knowledge' if you can!

Defeat you with knowledge?

Fuge suddenly calmed down a lot.

As a child prodigy who was admitted to college at the age of 13 and a genius with photographic memory, he couldn't help but be somewhat interested in this proposal.

As he thought about it, Fuge couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man with a hint of teasing in his eyes:

Compared with my wisdom? Haha. Tell me, how do you want to play!

It's very simple.

The middle-aged man straightened his slightly messy collar and said seriously:

Compared with who has more knowledge.

Everyone asked each other questions, one asked and one answered.

Whoever fails to answer the other party's question first and cannot ask another question that can stump the other party will lose.

Of course, you must know the answers to the questions you ask others.

The rules are very simple, it's just a very ordinary question and answer game.

Anyway, the meal hasn’t been served yet, so I have nothing to do, so Fugo simply plays with this self-righteous man with a foul mouth to the end:

Okay, let's play this quiz game!

but.

Fugo asked very rigorously:

You can ask any questions? Any subject matter or category?

Yes, there is no limit to the subject matter or category.

The middle-aged man also held back his energy:

The only requirement is that the questions you ask must be within the narrow category of 'knowledge'.

Astronomy and geography, physics and chemistry, economic history. These are all available.

But if you ask me to answer when your mother's birthday is and what your father likes to eat, then you are being unreasonable.

Tch, I won't use such a boring trick!

Fuge snorted disdainfully:

Don't think I can win just because I'm young.

I, Fu Ge, will defeat you openly and openly today with knowledge!

good!

If you can really ask a question that I can't answer, then I will kneel on the ground and admit my mistake to you and your friends.

And if you lose...hehe

The middle-aged man excitedly pressed his hands on the large books on the table and fixed his eyes on Fuge's face:

So, do you dare to formally accept the challenge?

Hey, hey.

Li Qing always felt that something was wrong.

He took Fugo's arm and reminded him softly:

We are still being hunted by others. There is no need to make grudges with others for no reason.

Let him have a bad mouth, and we can just ignore him.

fine!

Fuge waved his hand impatiently. He had been inspired by the middle-aged man:

Since he thinks his intelligence is superior to others and thinks stupid people are not qualified to survive in this world, then I will defeat him in the field he is best at!

Besides, it's just a question and answer game, nothing will happen.

With that said, Fuge replied seriously:

Uncle Four Eyes, I accept your challenge!

good.

The challenge is established——

The middle-aged man smiled and drew out a long ending, and the large book placed in front of him suddenly floated into the air.

It was suspended in front of Fuge, the pages moved automatically without any wind, and even shone with a dazzling light.

This, is this...?

Fuge's face suddenly fell: Substitute?!

That's right.

The middle-aged man sat back in his seat and said with a meaningful smile:

Dear challenger, let's get acquainted again:

Technology team, Adam Cheever.

As he spoke, the man named Adam pointed to the book floating in front of him:

This is my stand-in, and its name is Quora.

If Kavin can't stand the lag, just fast forward to the stand-in battle (/ω＼)