High school life, school days are peaceful.

Repeating the days of classes, questions, and exams every day, and after a few years, I still feel very warm when I recall some small daily routines.

If it weren't for the system, Yang Fan knew that this was the real life. It's a pity that you can't turn back, one step back, it's between heaven and earth.

On Wednesday, it's the school cafeteria again. Yuan Wenbo devoured the food, glared at Yang Fan with a hint of hatred while eating, and swallowed the food as if it were someone.

"What the hell, boy, are you in estrus?" Yang Fan knocked on the stainless steel vegetable basin, this guy obviously had something on his mind, and he didn't say anything.

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

Those basketball teams must have hated it. I heard that I lost last weekend. Of course, entering the top eight in the city is not a one-round system, and there is still a chance to turn over.

Yang Fan said: "When I first joined the basketball team, it was also to make you familiar, it seems that you have already joined that collective, and it is naturally no problem for me to quit." And Coach Xue also said that I played tickets. ”

"You're slapping your ass and relaxing, and the team is miserable, and the morale is getting worse and worse. Yuan Wenbo was indignant.

Last week's game against No. 6 Middle School, No. 6 Middle School is a home sports school, and the players of the attached middle school were thrown to the edge of their physical strength, and they did not have many advantages in technology.

The basketball team of the attached middle school was defeated by a big score, and the players suffered a heavy blow and could not see the future.

"I know that my main job is not to play basketball, and I am not interested in developing. Well, if you can make it to the finals, I'll play during the winter break, and I'll have only one game and send you to CHBL. Benevolence and righteousness have been exhausted. ”

Yang Fan actually likes to be with these people, they are all tenacious characters, so foolish. I also have a good attitude towards myself, and I believe what I say.

"Yuan Wenbo, so be it. ”

Gu Changfeng was looking at his phone again, and Yang Fan said according to the agreed plot: "What news are you watching again, tell us about it?"

The cold-faced man said in a flat tone: "Oh, you participated in the affairs of the strongest brain, and the city was full of storms." ”

"What? Yang Fan, you participated in the strongest brain, how come I don't know?" Yuan Wenbo tilted his head to that side and looked at the screen of Gu Changfeng's mobile phone:

"Yang Fan, the challenger of Wuzhou High School, successfully memorized 10,000 numbers, the highest difficulty score, and the strongest brain will be with you on the weekend. ”

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

Gu Changfeng put the phone in Yuan Wenbo's hand and said, "The trailer is like that, you look at the comments below, it's very interesting." Especially what someone else copied and reprinted. ”

Three minutes later, Yuan Wenbo shouted: "Song Minghui, this sinister villain, I'll find him to theorize now." ”

Yuan Wenbo ate his meal in two or three and hurried back to the classroom.

The two more despicable and shameless people sat safely, and Gu Changfeng said, "You guy's bottom line is lower." ”

"No way, if you have a month to warm up, I'm not afraid, just this weekend, there is not enough time. ”

Yang Fan was also under a lot of pressure, often insomnia and suspicious, "I have been condemned by my conscience for several minutes for this matter, they are all my good classmates, and it is uncomfortable." ”

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

Gu Changfeng pointed his chopsticks towards that end, and at the end of his sight, Song Minghui's figure appeared. His steps staggered, he ran very quickly, and sat down directly opposite Yang Fan.

"Yang Fan, this is definitely not what I did. I swear to God. Song Minghui raised his arms to the sky and swore a promise. It's not that he's afraid of anyone, he's afraid of being misunderstood by his classmates and isolated.

Yuan Wenbo's big mouth was known to the entire class at once, and that scream almost alarmed the class next door, if it wasn't for the fact that the class leader Zeng used his aura to suppress it, the two would have started a fight.

This is Yang Fan's insidious, ruthless, and perverted. He himself has to maintain a high-quality male appearance, and he can't go down to confront Song Minghui.

Facial paralysis, it's no problem to do something secretly, and when you are engaged in publicity, your skills haven't been activated yet.

Only the hot-blooded Yuan Wenbo was shamelessly used by the two sworn friends.

"Song Minghui, I just learned about this, and my first reaction after seeing it was impossible. Yang Fan has become more and more temperamental as an emperor, and his acting skills are vivid and have a strong sense of involvement, "If you want to hack me, you don't have such a high literary talent." It may be the gunman hired by Liang Yi's bastard, the rich second generation is not short of money, and there are many messy ways. ”

Yang Fan pulled the line to another person, and Song Minghui felt that it made sense when he heard it. Even if it isn't, it has to be.

Liang Yi and Yang Fan, the superficial relationship in the past two months has been quite cold, Song Minghui understood the reason, heard this explanation, nodded in agreement: "I also think it is possible, you must have seen similar things in the third generation of red, it is estimated that it is said according to the pomp and circumstance of one of his friends." ”

"That's right, this trick is quite old and spicy, and we, ordinary students, will definitely not be able to play the rich second generation. ”

The two stood on the united front and hacked the rich second generation for a while. There's no way, the rich second generation is a villain by nature, and no one believes justice when it comes to justice.

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

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

Yang Fan secretly said that it is impossible, Liang Yi is still quite good in the rich second generation, he can be regarded as above board, and he will not take such a trivial matter as the homework book to heart at all.

No wonder others say that they are narrow, see the darkness of others, and be tolerant and see the atmosphere of others.

Thinking so in his heart, Yang Fan said that his position was completely opposite, and he said, "That's right, that's it." ”

"Then what do you think I'm going to do. Song Minghui hesitated, "I won't do anything about beating people." ”

"The two of us have average family backgrounds, and it's easier to play yin than to be good, so we can only pretend not to see it. ”

Yang Fan pretended to think for a few seconds and said his ultimate goal: "Otherwise, you can also register an account, make things clear, and tell the truth." I don't care about other things, let him develop. ”

"Okay, I'll post right away. An understanding was reached, the matter was settled, and when Song Minghui was about to leave, his footsteps stopped, and he lowered his voice and said, "That Yang Fan, Gu Changfeng, you must not talk about Liang Yi in the class, do you know? ”

The corners of Gu Changfeng's eyes twitched, and Yang Fan, who knew his expression, knew that this guy was holding back a smile, stepped on the soles of his feet, and said, "Don't worry, I'm also afraid of the revenge of the rich second generation, God knows only the three of us." ”

Song Minghui left, his face was paralyzed and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, just now, he suppressed it quite hard: "You bastard is even more shameless, don't sell me one day." ”

"Enjoy being tricked by me. Yang Fan said endlessly: "It's not a few days, my youth is about to go away......"

"Groaning a fart wet, your house is 5 minutes away from my house, and you poor B bought a house?"

Yang Fan swallowed it back in one breath and scolded: "You slut, I've been brewing emotions for a while, haven't you felt the literary and artistic style of the male god." ”

Facial paralysis smiled contemptuously.