Professor Lang's weight is basically equivalent to a lightweight cow, two black people, three Japanese people, and four models.

He once struggled with it, but it all ended in failure. So when weight loss has basically become normal and he starts over every day, he can stay still if he can.

It can be said that Professor Lang is the best office worker. As long as he comes to the office and sits there, he will definitely not get up unless the fire is burning and the two armies are flooded.

The school understands its physical condition, and is more of its academic status. It is extremely considerate in terms of arranging courses, and occasionally has undergraduate teaching tasks, and it also maintains the state of changing students but not changing classrooms. As for graduate students, they naturally move with the will and go with the flow.

When he arrived outside Professor Lang's office, he heard a buzzing voice inside. Without asking, Lu Fan said, "There is Professor Lang's course today, and the get out of class will be over in 10 minutes. You can wait outside and listen to the class together."

"Don't worry, no hurry." Luo Xiaoshan held his leak, smiling like a colander.

Chen Yi smiled and patted him, and the two entered the office together.

There were about six or seven students in class. Professor Lang sat on the side of the podium, nodded to them, and continued to give lectures on his own: "What we often talk about Sanxingdui culture..."

The two sat behind, one scratching his head and the other scratching his head.

Lu Fan smiled, but did not go up to attend the class, but briefly introduced them: "The one in front of his left hand is Hu Fang, and I am a first-class. We still have to study for the professor's doctorate after graduation. Fan Tong is next to us, and Du Qiong is next to us..."

He said several names, and Chen Yi had a rough influence, but he was very curious about the one named Fan Tong. How could his father have such a representative word?

Seeing that Luo Xiaoshan was still holding the box in his hand tightly, Chen Yi hit him and said, "Then Fan Tong and your name are similar."

Luo Xiaoshan glared at him and said, "If I get a bargain, it won't be fine, otherwise you will have to look good."

His fist was as big as a head, and it was really a bit intimidating.

Chen Yi hummed, lit up his arms, and with a strong boost, the biceps stood up, as if the sponge body saw a naked body.

A half-sounding "Oh" suddenly came from the front, but it was Li Xian, the only girl in the graduate class. She just turned her head and saw this scene.

She is a pretty friendly and slightly ordinary girl. Chen Yi smiled friendly and then smiled proudly.

In addition to professional fitness athletes, there are not many people who can make the biceps stand up two centimeters. Especially for Chen Yi, who is tall, it looks even more special.

Li Xian was not shy at all, smiling and staring at Chen Yi with curiosity.

Like the Academy of Engineering, girls’ eyes are the weather vane for boys, and everyone turned their heads. Professor Lang looked at it and simply clapped his hands: "Forget it, today's course is over. Chen Yi, come here. Have you gone to exercise during the holiday?"

"It's time to exercise." Chen Yi jumped forward habitually, and his head almost hit the chandelier above his head.

He jumped up now, and the height above his head was almost 2.5 meters, which really shocked everyone.

Whether he is playing games all day long or reading carefully, who has seen him like this?

The two students looked at the top of their heads seriously, reached out and gestured for a long time, but finally didn't try it. It was possible to touch the roof with their hands, but it was really impossible to touch the roof with their heads.

Professor Lang sighed enviously and said, "When I was young, my health was very good. We who studied archaeology must be healthy, otherwise we will not be able to bear it and achieve results."

The last sentence is said to the students.

Everyone laughed and nodded again, but they all looked at Chen Yi's exposed muscles with strange eyes.

During his training in the Kingdom of San Chio, he met either Timothy or a strong paladin. He occasionally met with Xin Biyou's negotiating engineers, or a big and sturdy foreigner.

Now that I meet a group of normal students, the changes in the holiday immediately appear.

Luo Xiaoshan's mind was full of his story of picking up bargains. He took advantage of the cracks of the conversation and said sweating profusely: "Professor, I made a purple clay teapot some time ago. Can you help me see?"

"Purple clay teapot? OK, look." Professor Lang remembered this young man who looked very similar to him, and waited slowly while drinking tea.

Not only did Chen Yi wait for Luo Xiaoshan to take out the things curiously, but other students also stayed and waited to see it. It is rare for the professor to identify it personally.

The purple clay teapot is only larger than the fist, with the dragon-shaped handle, and the length of the spout to the handle is about twice the height. The pattern on it is vivid, and it is a group of high and strong galloping horses.

Professor Lang was knowledgeable and held it up and looked at it while asking, "When did you buy it?"

"It's half a month ago." Luo Xiaoshan couldn't hold it in, and said like a bean pouring in the bamboo tube: "I heard from the boss that it was a Yixin purple clay teapot from the Republic of China. It was made by Gu Jingzhou's apprentice. It cost me 200,000 yuan. I checked it online. Gu Jinzhou is really a big shot. His purple clay teapot is always valuable..."

A student next to him suddenly said, "Why is Gu Jingzhou's apprentice from the Republic of China?"

Luo Xiaoshan glared and defended his first omission: "Gu Jingzhou was from 1915, so it's normal for his apprentice to make a pot in the Republic of China. Isn't Chen Yi's bottle also made up for the Republic of China?"

He has done his homework, but his reason is so biased that it makes people vomit blood.

Even though the student was a graduate student, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he was glaring at him, and he said in a voice: "His eldest apprentice was accepted only after the founding of the People's Republic of China."

Chen Yi laughed, there was no need to read it, it was definitely a fake.

Other students who were not familiar with the purple clay teapot were booing together.

Professor Lang pretended to be serious, continued to look at it for a while, and said, "Although he is not a disciple of Gu Jingzhou, he is also a masterpiece of the past."

Luo Xiaoshan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but ask, "How much is it worth?"

The professor remembered his temperament, and thought about it slowly, and said, "20,000 yuan is definitely worth it."

"Oh." Luo Xiaoshan sat on the chair in anger and said, "It seems that my dream of college has been shattered."

Professor Lang ignored him, put his purple clay pot on the table, and asked, "College entrance examination results are about to come out. How are you two doing the exam?"

"No big problem." Luo Xiaoshan answered indifferently. He used headphones for four exams, which was a modest statement.

Chen Yi smiled and said to the truth: "I did a good job in the exam."

He is 99% sure, and this time the exam is better than the simulation test. If he doesn't say good grades of more than 640 points, that would be pretentious.

Even if students who use high-tech, they usually don’t have very high scores due to the complexity of transmission and the difficulty of cheating.

Professor Lang said with a "hmm" and said, "Are you interested in doing a test?"

"Test?" Chen Yi was thinking, why was it another test?

Professor Lang did not answer, so he took out a paper from the drawer and handed it to him, "Just do it here, 30 questions in 20 minutes, you can complete it in advance."

Please trouble me several times. Chen Yi thought, since I want to do it, then do it.

When I opened the paper, I found that it was an intelligence test again.

What day is this?

Other students also became more interested, so the girl asked first: "Professor, what is the question?"

"You want to do it? You can try it too." Professor Lang handed her another paper and asked, "Where are the others? If anyone can do the 23 questions correctly, I will introduce good things."

"I want one too." Everyone was interested in getting one to make.

Chen Yi looked at the topic roughly. It was more single than the one in Shengshi Rose, but there were more numbers. Professor Lang is not a dangerous person, and it must be true that he said there was a good thing. He thought about this, almost habitually gently wiped his knee's pants with his hands and tore a level 3 intelligence scroll. After using it for a long time, he became accustomed to the existence of the scroll.

Only Lu Fan and Hu Fang were present without taking the test paper. Luo Xiaoshan asked them strangely, "Don't you try?"

"I tried it, it's enough for one time." Hu Fang answered. After he said that, he put his hands on his chest and stood with Lu Fan, watching everyone answer the questions, with a strange smile on his face.

Chen Yicai took an intelligence test and became more or less proficient, and soon got into the state.

Speaking of which, intelligence tests are not as difficult as people think. Normal people can generally answer more than 30% of questions with certainty, just like exams, but fewer people who can complete 90% and only 10% of them. Their goal is always to show a normal distribution overall.

However, from another perspective, the top 2% of people in the IQ test are far less than 10% or 1% in reality. Because today, with the world running at a high speed, most of human beings have become the screws of society, and their intelligence is always imprisoned in a narrow range and has no chance to play. China's 800 million farmers, tens of millions of proletariats who have been extremely poor and have been struggling for the country and the people for their whole lives, most of them will never be able to enter the world-class stage in their entire lives. They have never had the opportunity to become denominators, and naturally they have no possibility of becoming numerators. Most of them will never know what Mensa is in their entire lives.

The percentage of IQ tests has always been an unfair percentage, just like most things in this world, it is the percentage of the world where the dominant ones are.

In other words, on this blue planet dominated by the United States, those who cannot make their debut in North America will not have the opportunity to include themselves in the real 1%.

Because even the standards for IQ tests are set by white people.

Among the men in the mountains and villages, there are people who hide dragons and crouch down tigers, but unfortunately, their lifespan is not as good as dragons. If a person is in shallow water and does not work hard to get ashore, he will only die in shallow water.

20 minutes passed quickly.

Everyone completed the paper and looked proud. Since the intelligence test was first started by the British, in the later stage, in order to judge the achievements of other races, they were often used to using patterned questions, and only language questions were used for English-speaking countries, and then added other racial languages, which were slightly simpler.

As for pattern questions, due to the inherent structure of the human brain, everyone can always use strange intuition to explain their choices, so after the full selection test is over, everyone feels good about themselves.

"I can get at least half of the score." Fan Tong spoke first and handed the paper to the professor.

Young people who are used to passing the exam have unusual admiration for 80 points. The 23 questions are just 76% correct.

Professor Lang smiled slightly and did not accept his test paper. He only said, "23 points are considered high scores, 13 and 4 points are good, and 10 points are ordinary."

After saying that, he took out the answer and distributed it to everyone.

Without looking at the scores, Fan Tong's face collapsed. Several questions he had confidence in were wrong. Some small traps were hidden in the questions, which was really annoying.

He counted it secretly and found that only 13 questions were correct.

Let’s look at the level evaluation after the answer. Questions 13 are only equivalent to IQ of 122. They are considered good among ordinary people, but they are not considered excellent.

In fact, not only him, but everyone's expressions were not much better.

There are many people who have completed 12 and 13, and there are only eight or nine of them with the correctness.

Needless to ask, the originally proud graduate students want to hold the paper in their hands to feel comfortable.

Professor Lang quickly asked, "Chen Yi, I did a few things right."

Everyone looked over curiously.

But Chen Yi looked sweaty, his eyes almost swollen, and he said lazily: "Question 24."

Only by looking carefully can you know how difficult the professor's questions are. With his intelligence level, he should have been at a slightly higher average, and he can complete about thirteen ways, no higher than 125 and lower than 122. Even if he adds the third-level intelligence scroll, it is only less than 143. Being able to complete 22 questions is considered luck.

But in fact, the intelligence scroll he tore only improved 11 points this time, and it was difficult to complete 20 questions.

Chen Yi is a person who is unwilling to admit failure at heart, especially when he has the means of fighting.

He almost didn't use it for a minute. After he was sure that he could not complete it, he immediately thought about the level 4 intelligence reel, covering the level 3 reel.

The intelligence improvement of up to 30 points instantly makes his IQ level rise above 150, even if he completes 25 or 26 questions, it is not uncommon.

However, just 24 questions were correct, which made the faces of a group of people collapse, especially when looking at Chen Yi's eyes, it was a strange thing.

Fan Tong even looked at him with an alien expression and said, "Question 6, can you tell the triangles in a bunch of lines? How many are there in total?"

"Ten thousand three thousand seven hundred and twenty-four." Chen Yi sighed and said, "I accidentally counted it."

He didn't say anything lies, but no one believed him at all.

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