Outright Favoritism

Chapter 525 IQ is superb

A few minutes later, Li Qiao's test paper was taken upstairs by her deputy and handed it to Feng Yi.

At this moment, he glanced at the monitor with great interest, but accidentally ran into the sight of Li Qiao.

Knowing that she couldn't see herself, Feng Yi still inevitably raised his eyebrows.

In the picture, Li Qiaotuo looked directly at the camera with no expression, but Feng Yi had the illusion that she knew that someone was watching her behind the surveillance.

He grabbed his mind, looked down and opened the test paper, reading it from top to bottom.

After only half a minute, Feng Yi's handsome mixed-race face changed again and again like a horse lantern.

He pinched his eyebrows and returned the test paper to his deputy, "Look at it."

The deputy didn't know why, but he took the test paper and compared it with the correct answer on the phone.

After a while, he raised his head in confusion and swallowed his throat, "President Feng, did you give her the answer in advance?"

Feng Yi didn't speak, but gave him a look of "you are talking in a dream" blankly.

The deputy lowered his head, and said grimly: "If not, then her IQ... is too high." You are higher than Feng Zong!

In the last sentence, the deputy did not dare to lie.

He is afraid of being deducted the bonus.

Feng Yi squinted his eyes and looked at the monitor again, the interest in his eyes became more intense.

As the president of the Round Table Club, he has seen countless high IQ members over the years.

It is true that very few people can answer all of the introductory test questions correctly, and it is not impossible, but Li Qiaosheng's answering time is too short, almost in a state of crushing IQ.

Shaoyan, this little girlfriend, is really not easy.

At the very least, IQ is superb.

...

After another twenty minutes, Zong Yue finally answered all the questions within the stipulated time.

When she got up and handed the papers, she saw Li Qiao sitting near the window, looking at her smilingly.

Zong Yue hurriedly handed over the test paper to the staff, cast his mouth outside the door, and motioned to Li Qiao.

After a while, the two walked out of the coffee shop one after another, Zong Yue smiled and stepped forward, "Qiaoqiao, why are you here too?"

Li Qiao leaned against the green painted wall with one hand in her pocket, "How did you answer the questions?"

Zong Yue said, "Don't mention it. I was tired from shopping and wanted to buy a cup of coffee. As a result, I couldn't get out as soon as I got in. I had to ask me to finish the question before leaving. It was a strong buy and sell."

After speaking, her eyes turned sharply, "Qiao Qiao, the last question is C, right?"

Li Qiao looked down and smiled, "I chose B."

"Oh, I got it. My teacher said when I was in school, I got a C if I didn't know it."

Li Qiao: "..."

Seeing her not speaking, Zong Yue pursed her mouth in embarrassment, "What is this exam for?"

I think there are still a lot of black people in there, it seems that people of all nationalities, can't buy coffee in the British Emperor and take the exam, right? "

Thinking of this, Zong Yue later realized that she forgot to buy coffee.

Li Qiao stood up straight against the wall with her shoulders, raised her chin on the other side of the road, and said as she walked, "Have you heard of the Round Table Club?"

Zong Yue kept up with her and took her arms very naturally. He opened his mouth in surprise when he heard the sound, "Is it that...Mensa Club?"

"Yeah." Li Qiao nodded, "it should be."

Zong Yue took a breath, and the whole person was a little floating, "I actually participated in Mensa's introductory test? After that, I definitely can't get in because I don't have enough IQ.

There is no need to be so arrogant.

Li Qiao took her to another coffee shop across the street.

Xu Shi just finished an ingenious café answering session. When Zong Yue entered the door, he rolled his eyes and looked around.

I was afraid that someone would hand her test papers to make her take the exam.

After buying coffee, Li Qiao was about to find a place to sit for a meeting. Zong Yue turned to look out the window and exclaimed, "Uncle Shaoyan is here."

On the roadside outside, four black Bentleys steadily stopped in place.

In the door of the back seat, a man in black happened to cross his legs.

They are very close, and Li Qiao can see at a glance that Shang Yu's stern outline reveals the seriousness that a stranger should not approach.

The man was standing on the street, his dark and deep eyes falling impartially on Li Qiao through the window.

Holding the coffee cup, Zong Yue's eyes traveled for a few seconds between the two of them, and he took a sip of coffee in silence, shocked.

Uncle Shaoyan's expression looks...not so good.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu looked at each other for three seconds, and slowly walked outside the door while pulling their lips.

Zong Yue hung behind her silently like a small tail.

Outside the store, the man stood with his hands in his pockets, his slender figure was more colorful than the whole street.

His thin lips were almost drawn into a straight line, and watching Li Qiao's unhurried appearance, his Adam's apple rolled.

She came to the front, raised her head and bumped into the man's deep eyes, raised the coffee cup, and asked with an innocent expression: "Drink?"

Shang Yu looked at the cup in her hand and arrogantly remained silent for a few seconds. When Li Qiao was about to take it back, he raised his hand and took it, "Yeah."

Accompanied by his movements, Li Qiao clearly caught the flickering helplessness in the man's eyes.

She knew he didn't seem to be happy, but what the reason was, she still didn't understand.

Do you simply not want her to come to the British Emperor?

Or... because she didn't say it in advance?

At this time, Shang Yu took the coffee cup with one hand, took the other hand out of the trouser pocket, and took her to the direction of the car door.

Li Qiao didn't ask much, bent over and got into the carriage.

Zong Yue took a small step forward. Before speaking, she heard her uncle Shaoyan say in a calm voice: "Go back."

She hummed twice, holding the cup and went to the second Bentley.

At exactly this time, Feng Yi appeared from the entrance of the opposite cafe. He was dressed in a British style and walked across the streets of England, almost perfectly interpreting the word gentleman.

"You came pretty fast."

In the blink of an eye, Feng Yi came to Shang Yu's face, and his deep brown pupil glanced in the car window, "No introduction?"

The man leaned on the door of the car with one hand and squinted towards him, bent over and entered the door, and threw a word, "Say it wherever you are."

Feng Yi chuckled, and got into the third car very well.

...

At five o'clock in the evening, the Royal Hotel.

A group of people sat in the luxurious European-style living room, Feng Yi and Shang Yu were lighting up cigarettes, and Li Qiao sat on a princess sofa, half leaning against the armrest, lazy and casual.

As for Zong Yue, he sat upright on the single sofa, just like a meeting.

The man lit a cigarette, and a thin white mist overflowed from the corner of his lips, and his expression was hazy by the smoke.

Feng Yi blew out a cigarette and broke the silence, "Sister, have you ever participated in the club's entry test before?"

Li Qiao raised her eyelids and looked at him, curled her lips and shook her head, "No."

(End of this chapter)