Ao Xinghao and the other two got smoother as they went, as if assisted by divine power.
Half an hour.
The three mythical beasts submitted their papers simultaneously.
Lan Yingjun glanced at them in surprise, a bit worried that they would drag him down and prevent the team from achieving a good score.
He had managed to make the weakest, Lan Qingxin, a substitute. If these three caused trouble, he'd be in a passive position as the captain.
He couldn't help but scold, "What's the rush to submit? Double-check your answers before handing them in."
Ao Xinghao sneered, "Do you think everyone is at your level, dragging their feet like an old cow pulling a broken cart, taking ages to solve two problems? How do you have the nerve to be this captain?"
Lan Yingjun's face stiffened as he looked at the complex and obscure questions, feeling more convinced that they had filled in random answers.
