My Star [Campus]

Li Xingyu fell asleep unconsciously.

When he woke up, it happened to be the time for nap and get out of class, and Yan Feicheng was already sitting beside him, playing games with one hand, and writing and drawing on the exercise book with a pen in the other.

Seeing Li Xingyu's dazed, soft and deceitful look when he just woke up, Yan Feicheng's fingers were eager to move, wanting to poke that ignorant face very much.

It's a pity that Li Xingyu quickly regained consciousness, sat up straight and looked at him, "You just came back?"

When he just woke up, his voice was still a little hoarse, and his throat was uncomfortable, so he coughed twice.

Yan Feicheng handed over a thermos, "Drink some water." He added, "I came back shortly after class, and you were already asleep by then."

Li Xingyu took it subconsciously, and belatedly realized that it was Yan Feicheng's cup.

Yan Feicheng's cup.

Li Xingyu scratched the hair by his ears calmly, and then took a few sips cautiously with a straight face.

The entrance is sweet and slightly sour honey lemonade, which is still warm.

After a few sips, his throat is no longer uncomfortable.

"Boss, what are you drinking?" Zhou Yuan also woke up with red marks on his face. When he heard the voice behind him, he opened his eyes and looked back. At a glance, he saw that the boss was holding a black cup. He drank from his thermos cup with a smile on his face like he was holding some kind of baby.

Li Xingyu glanced at him, but before he answered, he heard Yan Feicheng casually say, "Honey lemonade."

He turned to look at Li Xingyu again, "I heard that your voice is a little hoarse in the morning, honey lemonade is good for your throat, this glass is for you, drink it while it's still warm."

Li Xingyu nodded, looking a little cute.

A smile appeared on Yan Feicheng's face, and the word "really good" rolled on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it back.

Zhou Yuan silently turned back.

suddenly ignored

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The first class in the afternoon is mathematics.

The math teacher in Class [-] is a traditional math teacher, middle-aged and bald, but in good shape, without a particularly prominent beer belly.

His surname is Wang, and because he is the head teacher of the seventh class next door, he often calls himself Old Wang next door. He smiles all day long, looks very amiable, and can get along well with the students.

But Lao Wang is good everywhere, but he likes to ask people to write questions on the blackboard in class, which is very troublesome.

On the first day of school, the students in Class [-] felt his enthusiasm for asking people to answer questions.

"I'll see who I ask to write this question..."

Old Wang's small eyes circled the crowd in Class [-], making most of them look down and kept hoping in their hearts that they would never click on him.

"I haven't seen that classmate before." Old Wang narrowed his glasses, and pointed in the direction of Yan Feicheng from afar, "He's a transfer student from Experimental Middle School, right? Then this new classmate, how about just you bring it on."

Yan Feicheng put the phone into Li Xingyu's hand, "Help me call it." After speaking, he stood up and responded with a smile, "Yes, Mr. Wang, you are very well informed."

With one step of his long legs, he walked from the back to the podium in a few steps, and picked up a piece of chalk in his hand.

Everyone in Class [-] looked at Yan Feicheng's back eagerly.

Legend has it that he eats, drinks, and has fun. He plays games in class and never listens to class, but his grades are stable. Yan Feicheng, the [-]-strong school bully in the experimental middle school, is finally going to make a move!

If I had known earlier, the [-] students in the experimental middle school were different from the [-] students in the sixth middle school.

There are about 800 students in a grade in the experimental middle school, and [-] of them are probably in the second grade. In the sixth middle school, if you rank [-] in the grade, don't think about it, go to a junior college.

Li Xingyu took Yan Feicheng's mobile phone, typed a few times casually, then raised his head and stared at Yan Feicheng intently.

After the first meeting, he sneaked into the fifth middle school several times, just to see Yan Feicheng, to find a chance to have a chance encounter or something.

But most of the time he failed to meet Yan Feicheng.

After all, Li Maotouzi Xingyu, who was so excited because he helped his sweetheart, forgot to ask Yan Feicheng's class name.

I don't know the name of the grade and class, the only thing I know is that handsome face and the gender is male.

Once he was lucky and happened to see Yan Feicheng from the corridor between the two buildings and from the window of a class from a distance.

At that time, Yan Feicheng happened to be solving problems on the podium.

With one hand in his pocket, he wrote chalk on the blackboard with the other. From Li Xingyu's direction, he could just see Yan Feicheng's indifferent profile.

A really attractive person.

Li Xingyu watched Yan Feicheng's back and sighed again.

Yan Feicheng had no idea what Li Xingyu was thinking. He just looked at the topic on the blackboard, thought for a while, raised his hand and wrote four lines of words, then threw the chalk back on the podium.

His handwriting is undoubtedly beautiful, unrestrained and majestic, just like him.

But Lao Wang has no time to appreciate the beauty of his fonts at this time.

He stared dumbfounded at the problem-solving process on the blackboard that was so simple that there were almost only formulas left and the answer calculated by Yan Fei, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Student Yan!" Seeing that Yan Feicheng was about to return to his seat, Lao Wang hurriedly called to him, and swallowed his saliva at Yan Feicheng's suspicious gaze, "Student Yan, you may not be able to understand this kind of answer. Please explain to everyone."

Yan Feicheng nodded, stood in front of the blackboard, and raised his lips into a smile without stage fright, "Then let me tell everyone, you can't blame me if you don't speak well, you can only blame Lao Wang."

As he spoke, he took a long piece of chalk and scratched on the steps on the blackboard, "From the known conditions, we can know..."

In just one or two minutes, Yan Feicheng made the concluding remarks, "So we can use this formula to calculate the answer from the conditions we derived from these."

Everyone in Class Eight: ...

what?

what are you saying?

Did we learn what you said?

I may have learned a fake math.

Under the bewildered expressions of everyone in Class [-], Yan Feicheng touched his nose, and innocently said to Lao Wang, "I think everyone may not understand my method, so let me explain it to you, Teacher Wang."

How could it be understood!

This question has a knowledge point beyond the outline. It was originally a relatively basic question in the third year of high school review. He used it to scare the students who are still in the restless period after the summer vacation on the first day of school. It is also good for Yan Feicheng to do it. Because I heard that he has a bad temper, I was afraid that he would disturb the class and wanted to show off.

The results of it?

The results of it!

Not only did Yan Feicheng do it, but he even used what they had learned, and the steps were simpler than the reference answers.

Pharaoh thought in a trance, I might have taught a fake math.

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When Yan Feicheng returned to his seat, he saw Li Xingyu stuffing an unknown piece of paper into the drawer, and the game interface on his phone showed that he had been killed.

"Xingyu," Yan Feicheng pointed at his grayed out game interface, "I entrusted my efforts to you, is that how you treat him?"

Li Xingyu looked at him coldly, "Do I still want to confess him?"

Yan Feicheng smiled, "This is my son. My son was killed by you. Tell me what to do."

Li Xingyu snorted, "Of course I killed you together."

"Of course you paid me for a son." Yan Feicheng suddenly leaned close to Li Xingyu's ear, and raised his hand to stop Li Xingyu's subconsciously swinging his fist.

Li Xingyu's ears were red.

Yan Feicheng was looking at his red ears, curling his lips into a snicker, when Li Xingyu kicked him to the ground.

The chair fell to the ground with a thud, which attracted the attention of the whole class, and Lao Wang's lecture stopped abruptly.

When they saw Li Xingyu, who hadn't had time to put his legs back, and Yan Feicheng, who was kicked to the ground with the chair, the eighth group trembled.

I can't wait to fight in class!

The school bully battle is really fierce!

Moreover, from this point of view, it seems that their Brother Li is the best. Didn't Yan Feicheng get up and fight after being kicked to the ground? Wasn't he afraid of their Brother Li?

Class Eight: Sudden Proudness [Put your chest up]

Lao Wang's face darkened, and he didn't care whether Yan Feicheng was really talented in mathematics. He dropped the book and pointed at the back door, shouting angrily.

"Get out and punish me!"

The author has something to say:

Cheng Cheng: I’m happy to pretend to be a jerk in front of my wife (＊／ω＼＊)

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