The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Well, Dean... Can you stop calling me that..."

Wen Linlang has never been praised so much. She blushes and pinches. Her deer like eyes look up at Jiang qianxia. Because she is thin, her eyes look bigger.

I couldn't help rubbing him twice. Jiang qianxia touched his head and smiled under the child's expectant gaze.

"OK, baby."

Sure enough, the dean is a bad man.

With a long sigh like a little adult, Wen Linlang turned her back angrily, went to the lock and looked at the question carefully.

Then just hesitated for a few breaths and pressed one of the answers with great confidence.

"Click -"

The comfortable sound of rotation made all the students hold their breath until they saw the second petal open.

"Tut, don't be surprised by flattery or disgrace. Do you know? You're just excited."

When Jiang qianxia moved over, he leaned against the door, held hands and signaled that they could continue.

The third problem came out, and Wen Linlang's little face was bitter.

"It's not arithmetic. It's like calligraphy and painting."

"No, it's art history, including music, painting, sculpture and so on. I just picked a question at random."

The "questioner" talked about his ideas. The students in the warehouse stared at her secretly with the eyes of class enemies, and then pushed Li Chengping back blindly.

I can't help it. At least he is a relative of the emperor. He must know more about these precious calligraphy and paintings than most of them. Maybe he has played with the paintings on the subject himself.

When he came back triumphantly, Li Chengping first raised his chin and snorted. Then he unkindly held Wen Linlang aside and monopolized the exquisite lock.

"HMM... I have seen this painting. I think it should be collected in some Prince's residence now. I remember..."

Everyone was overjoyed. The boy really met!

"Stop chattering. Since you've seen it, answer it quickly!"

"Yes, there are four more levels in the back! My mouth is watering with hunger. Hurry up, brother!"

Even if urged, Li Chengping was very calm.

Sitting cross legged directly on the ground, he snorted coldly to the urging person, "I have seen and played with it, but who knows what the alias of the mountain in this painting is!"

Yes, the third level is a scaled down partial map of a famous painting. Ask, what is the alias of the mountain on the painting.

"This part is what I can remember from my memory. OK? Otherwise, it's such an ordinary mountain... Gee, Dean, you're going too far?"

Turning a deaf ear to Li Chengping's complaints, Jiang qianxia casually took out his ears and kindly gave tips.

"Why did I go too far? In the library and the art history area, there is a collection of famous paintings and anecdotes of famous paintings. The former is the hand of a famous fake painting master in the previous dynasty. The famous paintings he copied are almost unreal. I finally found one for you to learn."

Speaking of this, what I don't understand anymore is the mallet.

The students outside turned around and ran to the library. They kept borrowing the two books. First, they found the specific painting and compared the parts. After confirming that Li Chengping remembered correctly, they compared the name of the painting and turned out the story behind the painting.

"Fotou mountain? Just because there is a monk who only carves Buddha's head in this mountain, this mountain can be called fotou mountain? It's shameless enough to fool people!"

Swearing and complaining, Li Chengping pressed the option of "Buddha Head Mountain", and the third level was solved smoothly.

When the petals opened, the fourth level appeared. It was a chemical problem, and Jiang qianxia firmly used the element name, a description similar to carbon monoxide, to ask what phenomenon can be seen in a chemical reaction.

80% of the students in the arithmetic class are still learning mathematics. Their understanding of physics and chemistry is still in the state of alchemy

So looking at this situation that everyone knows every word, but they don't know what it is. Everyone looks at Jiang qianxia, who is gloating.

"What am I doing? Can I still write on my face?"

Holding half of his eyebrows, Jiang qianxia joked, "why, you want to pry my secret room. You really expect me to help you with the basic chemistry experiment. Turn it over and try it yourself."

She ignited her fighting spirit and got a hint. Where can the students stop?

Just like going to the library, I found out the book, and I was struggling to compare it with pages, and make complaints about it.

"Yes! That's it!"

Lin Kai finally turned over once, pointed to the page and said excitedly, "what hydrogen and oxygen is the water we drink!"

"What about solid sodium?" Mu Yaxuan asked with expectation on his face.

"... I'll turn it over again, turn it over again..."

Jiang qianxia didn't mean to embarrass them so much. He couldn't help laughing and said, "go to the chemistry laboratory and ask the man on duty. By the way, bring a glass cup. There are also in the laboratory."

Those who don't worry about running errands, but those who go this time, come back especially slowly, so that those who keep waiting can't help but feel anxious.

After waiting for a long time, a group of people went on a pilgrimage, holding a cup with a cushion, sweating and paying attention to the cup. They were afraid that the Dean would force them to sell themselves.

This is a glass cup... It's too extravagant!

Jiang qianxia didn't say anything about their caution, but smiled like a fox stealing a chicken.

The hairs of her smile stood upright, and the people in the arithmetic class were very embarrassed, surrounded by the low-grade beaker, far away from her.

Curious people tried every means to gather around, looked at the people in the arithmetic class, put water into the cup first in accordance with the experimental order required in the book, and then put the gray servant's metal sodium, about the size of mung bean, in a confused way.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss -"

"Your uncle's! What kind of magic!"

Lin Kai, who occupies the height and health of the nearest person, jumped up and tried his best to touch his waist. It seems that he subconsciously wants to draw a knife.

The reaction between metal sodium and water was very violent, but the duration was not long. Soon, the blinding fireball disappeared, leaving only a cup of water gradually returning to calm and a group of stunned people.

"What are you doing? Now that you see the experimental results, why don't you unlock it quickly?"

Wen Linlang pressed the option that was excluded from him at the beginning - the fireball of swimming.

All ancestors and fathers are on the. If anyone says that water and fire are not allowed in the future, he will spit on his face!

I don't know when a good lock picking has become a journey to discover a new world.

With the tips of Jiang qianxia and the joint efforts of everyone, the seven tricks and exquisite lock was cracked all the way to the seventh floor.

After reading the title, he naturally waited for their dean to give a hint. Jiang qianxia was not vague. He looked at it and was a little embarrassed.

"Oh, this question is a little difficult for you because it is used to guarantee the minimum. There is no bibliography. I'll tell you the answer directly. It's the third."

"Thank you, Dean!"

With a playful smile, Li Chengping stretched his arm quickly and pressed the third answer.

"Click, click, click, click -"

A series of sounds not only did not bring cheers of victory, but like an awl stabbing at the heart. Several people with weak bearing capacity almost turned their eyes and fainted.

It's not easy to open the lotus quickly. It's closed again!

"Tut Tut, teach you to be good. Don't be superstitious about authority. Especially when you're not sure whether authority is kind or not, you should be careful to rely on yourself ~"

Laughing wildly, he slipped out of the warehouse under the protection of ghost slaves and boundless people. Listening to the ghosts crying and Howling behind him, Jiang qianxia felt hungry and worth it this afternoon.

"Master, will your conscience really not hurt?"

The ghost looked back sympathetically and found that a student really collapsed and cried on the ground. He couldn't help but answer.

"No, master, you have no conscience."

With a firm statement, the ghost smiled with schadenfreude.