Late at night, half past eleven.

General Colt had completed a call, and Li Qing and his companions were still blocking the highway outside Rome.

After a long period of congestion, Gioruno and others who had been taking a nap woke up.

Their spirit and physical strength have been fully replenished, but they have not eaten all night on the march, so they are inevitably a little hungry.

In the end, they decided to stop in the service area on the roadside, take a break before leaving.

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

Countless car owners fleeing north from the disaster area of ​​Naples gathered on this highway, adding a lot of popularity here that they usually don't have.

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

Most of them are drivers who do not eat in time due to traffic jams. They can't help but eat a little voraciously and seem inelegant.

There is one person who is different:

The man was about thirty years old, wearing a decent suit and silky glasses, and did not make any sound at all when eating. He was very elegant in temperament.

This alone will certainly not attract Li Qing's attention.

What made Li Qing look inadvertently was that it was actually a large book in front of the man.

He sat alone by the window, looking through the books in front of him carefully while leisurely tasting the drinks on the table.

This temperament and this style seem to make the reader transcend the chaos around him and possess a kind of elegant temperament that is transcendent and beyond the world.

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

"So fucking good at pretending!"

"It's so noisy at McDonald's, if you can read books here, there will be a ghost."

He couldn't help but speculate badly about the intention of the man reading books in a fast food restaurant, and the man seemed to have noticed him.

The two strangers glanced at each other slightly, and each with smiles to their eyes.

Li Qing did not pay much attention to him anymore, but just followed Giorno and others to sit at the dining table next to him.

Bugalati went up to order food alone, while the rest were sitting at the dining table discussing the trip to pizza:

"I walked all night to Rome. Is it too slow to drive?"

"Or what if we get off the highway and change planes and trains, right?"

Nalanga suggested with some anxiety.

"The news said that due to the earthquake, trains in the entire central and southern Italy have been suspended."

"As for the plane, let alone whether there are suitable flights now."

Li Qing recalled the transportation tools that died in the line of duty today, and found that he could not count the victims for a while.

"Let's forget it."

"The car is slower, but at least it is safe."

Giorno understood Li Qing’s thoughts and said with help:

"When you pass through the transportation hub of Rome, 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 drive to 120 kilometers smoothly."

"That's how it works!"

Nalanga's anxiety was slightly relieved.

He couldn't help but pull his fingers and calculated the remaining path:

“400 km, speed 120 km per hour, 400 divided by 120”

"Um, it should be easier to erase the fractions."

"It will arrive in 400 divided by 1004 hours!"

Nalanga took half a minute to get the answer.

He knew that he was not good at math, but in order to better assist Bugalati, Nalanga was still looking for opportunities to exercise his abilities in this area.

Several of the companions here probably knew his habits, so even after hearing such a wrong answer, they did not react too aggressively.

However, there was a harsh laughter coming from the side:

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Who can't do problems with primary school students like 400 divided by 120?"

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

Just like Li Qing's malicious guess, this guy is indeed not reading a book seriously.

Hearing Nalanga give such a false answer, he closed the book and couldn't help laughing:

"400 divided by 120 equals 4 hahaha"

"What's the use of a guy who is not even as good as a primary school student!"

"What did you say?"

Fuge glared at the guy very irritably:

He also often gets angry and scolds people when teaching Nalanga mathematics.

But being scolded by one's own brother is one thing, being maliciously humiliated by strangers is another thing.

When Fuge heard the middle-aged man ridiculing his friend's IQ so blatantly, he immediately slapped the table in anger:

"You try another word?!"

"hehe."

The middle-aged man was not scared by the irritable side that Fuge showed at all.

He sneered and stared at Nalanga and Fuge, and said without backing down:

"Want to use force to make me surrender?"

"So what if you do it, can this change the fact that you are idiots?"

"The Neanderthals were physically stronger than Homo sapiens and their fists were bigger than Homo sapiens, but what happened later?"

"They were exterminated by the better-minded Homo sapiens because they could not master knowledge!"

The middle-aged man pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, his eyes filled with thick disdain.

This look was like watching a dirty pig arched into a pile of dung, with the disgust and disgust contained in it almost completely uncovered:

"I can't even master the most basic knowledge"

"I think you don't live in the world and use your inferior genes to contaminate the next generation!"

"Damn it!"

Fuge rushed forward and almost hit the guy in the face with a punch.

Fortunately, the calm Apaki grabbed him by the side, otherwise the meal would not be able to taste good again.

The middle-aged man was so scared that he hugged his head and shivered. After recovering from his senses, he was still very stubborn:

"The barbarians know how to use swords and guns."

"If you want me to lower my head and change my words, you can defeat me in terms of 'knowledge'!"

"By you with knowledge?"

Fuge calmed down a little.

As a prodigy who was admitted to university at the age of 13 and a genius who could not forget his ability, he became interested in this proposal.

As she thought about it, Fuge couldn't help but feel a little mocking in his eyes when he looked at the middle-aged man:

"Comparing wisdom with me? Haha"

"Tell me, how do you want to play!"

“It’s very simple.”

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

"It's just a comparison of who has more knowledge."

"Everyone asks each other, one asks and one answers."

"If anyone can't answer the other party's question first and can't ask questions that can stump the other party, then whoever loses."

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

The rules are simple, but it is a very ordinary Q&A game.

Anyway, the food was not served yet, and I was idle, so Fuge simply played with this self-righteous man with a stinky mouth:

"Okay, let's play this Q&A game!"
To be continued...