All-round mathematician

Chapter 87
High school life, school days are very peaceful.

Repeating classes, doing questions, and taking exams every day, after a few years, I still feel very warm when I recall some small daily life.

If it is not for the system, Yang Fan knows that this is the real life.It's a pity that you can't look back, one step back is between heaven and earth.

On Wednesday, it's the school cafeteria again.Yuan Wenbo devoured the food, and stared at Yang Fan with a trace of hatred while eating, swallowing the food as someone.

"What the hell are you doing, young man, are you in estrus?" Yang Fan knocked on the stainless steel vegetable bowl. This guy obviously had something on his mind, but he didn't say anything.

"Professor Yang, haven't you been to the basketball team for a few years?" Yuan Wenbo snorted.

Those members of the basketball team must have hated it.I heard the game was lost last weekend.Of course, entering the top eight in the city is no longer a one-round system, and there is still a chance to turn around.

Yang Fan said: "I joined the basketball team in the first place to make you familiar. It seems that you have already joined the group, so it is no problem for me to quit. I also told Coach Xue that I am just playing tickets."

"It's easy for you to pat your ass, but the team is miserable, and the morale is getting worse." Yuan Wenbo was indignant.

Last week, they played against the No. [-] Middle School. No. [-] Middle School is a sports school. The players of the attached middle school were exhausted in physical strength, and they didn't have much advantage in technology.

The basketball team of the attached middle school was defeated by a big score. The players suffered a heavy blow and had no future in sight.

"I know about this. I don't play basketball mainly, and I'm not interested in developing it. How about it, if you can make it to the finals, I will play during the winter vacation. There will only be one game, and I will send you to CHBL. I have done my best."

Yang Fan actually likes being with this group of people, they are all one-sided characters, so foolish.He has a good attitude towards himself, and he believes what he says.

"Yuan Wenbo, that's it."

Gu Changfeng was looking at the phone again, Yang Fan followed the agreed plot and said, "What news are you watching again, tell us?"

The cold-faced man's tone was flat: "Oh, you participated in the event with the strongest brain, and the city was full of trouble."

"What? Yang Fan, you participated in the strongest brain, why didn't I know?" Yuan Wenbo turned his head to that side, looking at the screen of Gu Changfeng's phone:
"Wuzhou Affiliated High School challenger Yang Fan successfully memorized 1 numbers, the highest difficulty score, the strongest brain, see you on the weekend."

These are all the plots arranged by Yang Fan, Yuan Wenbo and other athletic teenagers are the easiest to fool.

Gu Changfeng put the phone in Yuan Wenbo's hands, and said, "That's what the trailer is. You can read the comments below, it's very interesting. Especially things copied and reposted by others."

Three minutes later, Yuan Wenbo yelled: "Song Minghui is an insidious villain, I will ask him to argue with him now."

Yuan Wenbo finished his meal in twos and then hurried back to the classroom.

The two more despicable and shameless people were sitting safely, Gu Changfeng said: "You guys have even lowered your bottom line."

"I can't help it. I wouldn't be afraid if I had a month to warm up. Just this weekend, I don't have enough time."

Yang Fan also endured a lot of pressure, often suffering from insomnia and being suspicious. "I have been condemned by conscience for several minutes because of this matter. They are all good classmates of mine. It is uncomfortable."

"Don't use your acting skills on me, pretend to be B, look, people are coming."

Gu Changfeng pointed at that end with his chopsticks, and at the end of his line of sight, Song Minghui's figure appeared.He staggered and ran in a hurry, and sat down directly opposite Yang Fan.

"Yang Fan, I definitely didn't do this. I swear to God." Song Minghui raised his arms to the sky, swearing.He is not afraid of anyone, but he is afraid of being misunderstood by his classmates and being isolated.

Yuan Wenbo's big mouth made the whole class know it all at once, and the yell almost alarmed the next class. If it wasn't for the suppression of the class leader Zeng Da with his aura, the two would soon start fighting.

This is where Yang Fan is insidious, ruthless, and perverted.He himself wants to maintain a high-profile male god, so he can't end up confronting Song Minghui.

As for the facial paralysis, it’s okay to sneak around and do something, but the skills in publicity have not been activated yet.

Only the passionate Yuan Wenbo was shamelessly used by two buddies.

"Student Song Minghui, I just found out about this, and the first reaction after seeing it is impossible." Yang Fan has become more and more like an emperor, and his acting skills are vivid and immersive, "You don't have such a high level if you want to black me. Literary talent. It may be the gunman hired by that bastard Liang Yi, the rich second generation is not short of money, and there are many messy connections."

Yang Fan pulled the line to another person, and Song Minghui thought it made sense.If not, it must be.

Liang Yi and Yang Fan had a rather cold relationship on the surface in the past two months. Song Minghui understood the reason. Hearing this explanation, he nodded in agreement: "I also think it is possible. If you are called the third generation of red people, you must have seen similar ones. I guess it is based on The pomp of one of his friends is saying."

"That's right, this trick of killing two birds with one stone is quite old-fashioned. We ordinary students must not be able to play against the rich second generation."

The two stood on the united front and hacked the rich second generation for a while.There is no way, the rich second generation is a villain by nature, no one will believe what he says is righteous.

"Did you offend him somewhere?" Yang Fan asked.

Liang Yi thought for a while and shouted, "Last time he didn't take the initiative to teach his math homework. I urged him, but he held a grudge."

Yang Fan secretly thought it was impossible, Liang Yi was a man of the rich second generation, his character was quite good, he could be regarded as aboveboard, and such trivial matters as homework books would not be kept in mind at all.

No wonder people say that being narrow-minded sees the darkness of others, and being tolerant sees others doing things grandly.

Thinking this way in his heart, Yang Fan said that his position was completely opposite, saying: "That's right, that's it."

"Then what do you think I'm going to do." Song Minghui hesitated, "I don't want to beat people."

"Both of us have average family backgrounds, so it's not as good as Liang Yi, so we can just pretend we didn't see it."

Yang Fan pretended to think for a few seconds, and said his ultimate goal: "If not, you can also register an account, explain the matter clearly, and tell the truth. Other things, let him develop, I don't care."

"Okay, I'll post right away." An understanding was reached and the matter was settled. When Song Minghui was about to leave, he stopped and said in a low voice, "That Yang Fan, Gu Changfeng, you must not talk about Liang Yi in class How about it, do you know? It’s good that the three of us know about it.”

The corners of Gu Changfeng's eyes twitched. Yang Fan, who understood his expression, knew that this guy was holding back a smile, so he stepped on the sole of his foot and said, "Don't worry, I'm also afraid of revenge from the second generation of rich people. The three of us know what God knows."

Song Minghui left, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with a paralyzed face, just now, he suppressed it very hard: "You bastard is even more shameless, don't sell me someday."

"Enjoy the days of being played by me." Yang Fan said with endless emotion: "It's only a few days, my youth is about to go away..."

"What the fuck, your house is 5 minutes away from mine, can you afford a house?"

Yang Fan swallowed it all at once, and cursed: "You bastard, I've been brewing emotions for a while, haven't I felt the artistic style of a male god?"

The paralyzed face smiled contemptuously.

(End of this chapter)