In Zhang Mengmeng's delicate scream, Zhang Fan staggered and fell to the ground.

He landed on his buttocks, his left hand holding on to the steps next to the podium, his limbs curled up, his eyes closed. In the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to be injured and fell to the ground after being swung by Ma Yan's whip.

The classroom, which had been very quiet, was broken by Zhang Mengmeng's scream that pierced the sky, and when everyone saw Zhang Fan fall to the ground, many girls secretly exclaimed.

The scene became chaotic, and the sound of tables, chairs and benches clashing was incessant.

"You're arguing again? Still want to take the exam? ”

"No matter how noisy it is, it's all dealt with as zero!"

Ma Yan was not frightened by Zhang Fan's behavior, he thought that the force he used was indeed not light, but he would not knock a student unconscious, while shouting to make everyone quiet, he carefully used the whip to gently tease Zhang Fan.

"You still dare to pretend to faint?" Ma Yan took a step forward, walked in front of Zhang Fan, half-bent over, picked up the whip in his hand and gently touched Zhang Fan's arm.

Zhang Fan still looked like a comatose person, and there was no response, just some involuntary tremors in his limbs.

"Huh?" Ma Yan walked in a little more, reached out and pinched Zhang Fan's face, using a little strength.

Ma Yan was half-squatting, with a slight sweat on his slightly old face, and his forehead was twisted into a pulp.

There was a commotion in everyone, but when they heard Ma Yan's roar, they slowly calmed down, and their little eyes glanced at Zhang Fan who fell to the ground.

"Huh? You're not awake yet, boy? ”

Ma Yan felt that Zhang Fan's situation was a little bad, and he didn't feel a little flustered, but his tone was still very calm, and he couldn't bear the uneasiness in his heart.

"Hello? Zhang Fan? Ma Yan's hands shook on Zhang Fan's shoulders, Zhang Fan still closed his eyes tightly, his breathing was a little short, but his body did not move at all.

Zhang Mengmeng's eyes widened, staring at Zhang Fan who fell to the ground, and her heart was abrupt, feeling that the situation in front of her was a little bad.

In fact, Zhang Fan's fainting was of course pretended by him, but the frightening red mark on his face proved that Ma Yan's attack was not light.

Zhang Fan closed his eyes tightly and shrunk into a ball next to the corner of the table, he felt Ma Yan playing on his body, his brows furrowed slightly, and no one noticed.

"Anyway, if I let Ma Yan go like this, then I don't deserve to be reborn." Zhang Fan thought in his heart.

His character has always been weak, whether it is in his previous life, he abides by the golden mean of Chinese civilization everywhere, or after rebirth, he has always longed for a beautiful campus life, familiar and unfamiliar classmates, ordinary and great teachers.

However, the truth is not what Zhang Fan thought.

If a person has a lot of power, he will definitely be given a lot of responsibility.

Just like Zhang Fan, in his previous life, he was ordinary and ordinary, when he met a teacher like Ma Yan, he, like other classmates, would only feel afraid at most.

Teachers hitting students seemed to be a matter of course in the Huaxia campus at that time.

But after being reborn, Zhang Fan has slowly realized that he is no longer the weak little boy, and he will encounter more and more things that he is not used to in the future, and more and more unfair things.

If you don't become strong, how can you protect yourself?

How can you protect your family and loved ones?

The pursuit of money and wealth, for Zhang Fan, a reborn person, is not for enjoyment, but for not being easily overwhelmed by disasters in this era, for the sake of his lover and family, but also for himself.

Can money buy life?

Zhang Fan said yes, he saw too many examples in the hospital in his previous life.

As long as you have money, no matter how serious the disease, there is a glimmer of hope for recovery.

And without money, a simple emergency can kill someone.

He has seen too many families, bankrupt, and in the end, he can only drag the sick home to die. He has also seen too many dignitaries, and as soon as he entered the hospital, the top experts came to consult, and the dean accompanied him throughout the process.

This is that the world is fair, everyone has only one life, you can choose to struggle or be ordinary; The world is also unfair, scarce resources are always in the hands of a few, and he can rely on countless means to prolong his life.

A person can only protect the people he loves if he is strong enough.

And now Zhang Fan is still very weak, he is lying on the floor of the classroom, and an ordinary teacher can slap him in the face wantonly.

"Teacher, do I think you want to send Zhang Fan to the school infirmary?"

Ma Yan raised his head, and in the classroom of the ninth class of junior high school, a boy stood up from his seat.

The boy was very thin and had a submissive voice, and everyone in the classroom turned around to find the source of the voice.

Zhang Fan closed his eyes tightly, he couldn't see the appearance of this boy clearly, and he was also very unfamiliar with this voice, so he could only vaguely judge from the direction from which the voice came from the back rows of the classroom.

"What? You mean I just hit someone? Ma Yan's brows seemed to wring out water, and he slowly stood up.

"Humph! Who else saw me hit someone?! ”

Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look at Ma Yan, only Zhang Mengmeng and Wen Xiaotong looked nervously at Zhang Fan lying under the podium.

Ma Yan snorted coldly, looked around at everyone in the classroom, and then said fiercely to the boy: "Do you want to get a zero score?" ”

The boy was obviously startled by Ma Yan's vicious momentum, and his thin body even trembled a little, but his eyes were unusually firm.

"Teacher Ma, I'...... I saw you just ...... Hit someone. ”

His voice stuttered a little, but when he said this, Zhang Fan's heart moved slightly, as if a warm current was surging, he didn't expect that there were such upright boys in the ninth class of junior high school, which was much more courageous than he was back then.

"What did you say?" Ma Yan clenched the whip in his hand, stood up, walked past Zhang Fan, walked to the back of the classroom, and walked to the boy's desk.

"Your name is Xiao Hong, right?" Ma Yan held the whip in his right hand and picked up Xiao Hong's math test paper in his left hand.

"Hmm." Xiao Hong nodded lightly, with a childish face, looking at Ma Yan in front of him a little nervously.

In Xiao Hong's gaze, Ma Yan took out a fountain pen from his jacket pocket, and the tip of the pen swiped over the test paper, writing a bright red number on his math test paper without any delay.

Zero!!!

Xiao Hong lowered his head, looked at the test paper in front of him, and did not speak.

"Has anyone else seen me hit someone?"

Everyone in the ninth class of junior high school was shocked, no one dared to speak, and it was so quiet that they could only hear each other's breathing.

Ma Yan walked back to the podium with the whip, and poked Zhang Fan with the whip on the way, but Zhang Fan still didn't move at all.