The strongest face-slapping system in the city

Department of Mathematics, Office Building, Director's Office.

Snapped!
He Lianjiang slapped the desk heavily, and the tea on the desk was immediately shaken and spilled all over the floor.

"Say! What's going on?"

He Lianjiang's face was livid with anger. Not only did he lose face in front of Mr. Fan today, but he was also reprimanded by Mr. Fan. He is an imposing director who is so embarrassing because of an insignificant student. How can he not gas?
Yan Bojie stood timidly in front of the office. Although there were people above him, it was He Lianjiang who directly decided his fate.

"Director He, don't be angry, I'll deal with that kid!"

"What do you want to do?"

Yan Bojie rolled his eyes: "I remember this kid failed math last year, and tomorrow is the date for the make-up exam. Last time I let him fail, and this time I can also let him fail! As for the future, as long as I teach them Mathematics, don’t even think about it, I also know some teachers in other subjects, and it’s easy to get him, so it will be difficult for him to graduate!”

"For a student, what is more troublesome than not being able to graduate?"

A smirk appeared on the corner of Yan Bojie's mouth.

Only then did He Lianjiang's expression soften, he sat down on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

"Can you be sure?"

When Yan Bojie heard this, he puffed up his chest immediately: "That kid's math foundation is very bad! Don't say I want to mess with him! Even if I don't want to mess with him, he may not be able to live well!"

"Very well, then you will deal with this matter. Also, I don't want similar things to happen again in the future. You should also pay attention to me, and don't let me wipe your ass all the time!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

……

in the classroom.

Because it is only the beginning of the term, there are not many students who take the initiative to come to the classroom for self-study on weekends.

"Fuck! Boss, are you a pig's brain? I've talked about this topic many times, why don't you know how to do it! I wonder now whether you spent money to buy this university!"

The second child, Su Qingyang, was angrily cursing while teaching the eldest brother extra lessons.

The boss, Wang Yuan, looked aggrieved. Like Chu Bufan, he was very biased.

"Fourth, you said..."

As soon as Su Qingyang turned his head, he became even more speechless.

Chu Bufan, from the moment he entered the classroom, he slept on the table!

However, it seems to be sleeping, but it is not.

Chu Bufan originally wanted to copy and steal the knowledge of the slut Yan Bojie with the help of brainwaves, but after thinking about it, the old man with white beard looked even better, so he stole the knowledge of the old man.

After having this knowledge, Chu Bufan was amazed at how awesome mathematics is.

It's a pity that these stolen knowledge can only be stored in Chu Bufan's mind for a day, otherwise a new star in the mathematics world will gradually rise.

……

The next day, that is, the day of the make-up exam.

Chu Bufan and Wang Yuan had just walked down the dormitory building, preparing to take the make-up exam, when suddenly someone shouted from behind.

"Are you going to take the make-up exam too?"

Chu Bufan and Wang Yuan turned their heads at the same time, only to see that the person who was speaking was a man with earrings in fancy clothes, with one arm around a woman, and the other hand was lighting a cigarette.

This person is called Wu Dongchu, and he is a typical rich second generation, but unlike ordinary rich second generations, this Wu Dongchu plays very well with everyone in the class, without any airs of rich second generations, and invites people in the class to visit him from time to time. Lang, so the relationship with everyone is very good.

"Yes!"

Wu Dongchu smiled: "I also died last year, let's go together?"

"Young Master Wu is going too?" Chu Bufan and the two were taken aback.

For this kind of rich second generation, going to college is just for fun, as for make-up exams, whether they can graduate or not, they don't care at all!
"Go! It's okay anyway! By the way, let's see how lucky I am recently!"

Chu Bufan and Wang Yuan were speechless. This guy Zhao Dongchu used dice to choose the answer every time he took the exam. The most annoying thing was that even so his scores were not much worse. Sure enough, rich people are very lucky.

"Okay! Then let's go!"

"Go! Take my car!" Zhao Dongchu pointed to the black Audi A8 not far away.

Looking at the Audi A8, Chu Bufan and Wang Yuan were taken aback for a moment, sitting in such a luxury car to take the make-up exam, this...seems pretty awesome...

……

When Chu Bufan and others arrived in the make-up exam classroom, there were already about seventy or eighty people in the classroom.

As a freshman and sophomore, mathematics is a compulsory course, and the make-up exam at the beginning of the semester is a unified make-up exam for the whole school, so there are so many people.

Chu Bufan and the others randomly found an empty seat and sat down.

Because this is a make-up exam, which is related to the issue of graduation in the future, many people attach great importance to it.

Even in the ten minutes before the exam, they were still desperately flipping through the books.

But Chu Bufan now has the knowledge of the white-bearded old man, so he doesn’t need to worry about the trivial matter of making up the exam. He was bored and fell asleep on the table. After all, he played games all night last night and was a little tired.

It didn't take long.

Yan Bojie and an elderly female teacher walked in together.

"No way, two invigilators?"

"Damn it, I prepared a cheat sheet!"

"What a fucking dog!"

……

Usually there is only one invigilator, but two suddenly came today, and many people started talking in low voices.

Yan Bojie stepped onto the podium and scanned the crowd.

"Quiet!"

The originally noisy classroom slowly quieted down.

Yan Bojie squinted his eyes, and suddenly his eyes fixed on Chu Bufan who was sleeping on his stomach in the back row of the classroom.

"Don't you know your own level? Now that you've been reduced to the make-up exam, there are still people in the mood to sleep? I think you're really worried!"

Wang Yuan pushed Chu Bufan with his elbow, Chu Bufan just raised his head, saw the bitch Yan Bojie on the podium, immediately showed disdain, and then lay down to sleep again.

Seeing Chu Bufan's expression and actions, Yan Bojie was furious, and the test paper in his hand fell violently on the podium table.

"This is a place for exams, not a place to sleep. If you want to sleep, get out!"

Seeing Yan Bojie's angry face, the atmosphere in the make-up exam classroom suddenly became tense.

Making up a make-up exam is not a good thing in the first place, and if the invigilator of the make-up exam is angered, it will be even more difficult.

"What the hell is this guy doing!"

"Yes! If you don't want to take the exam, don't implicate us!"

Because of Yan Bojie's anger, many make-up exam students became dissatisfied with Chu Bufan.

Seeing that Chu Bufan was motionless, Yan Bojie raised his voice again.

"I let you out! Do you hear me!"

At this time, Wu Dongchu stood up slowly with a piece of grass in his mouth.

"This teacher, Chu Bufan is my brother, give me face! Let's start the exam!"

Seeing Wu Dongchu's foolish look, Yan Bojie's mouth twitched angrily. He didn't know Wu Dongchu's family background.

"Give you face, what kind of green onion are you, why should I give you face! Knowledge is power, knowledge is money, it's you scumbags who have no strength, no goals, no ideals, what more face should I give you! I Let me tell you, even if you are such a virtuous person, you will not be able to support yourself even if you go out to society in the future! Get out of here too!"

Is this what a teacher should say?
The entire classroom was silent, no one thought that Yan Bojie would be so angry, even Wu Dongchu was shocked.

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence!

"Strength? Goal? Ideal? Can you support yourself?"

Chu Bufan raised his head, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

"May I ask Mr. Yan Bojie, what is your average monthly salary?"

Yan Bojie's mind was hot right now, without any thought at all, he blurted out: "Twenty thousand!"

"Twenty thousand?"

Chu Bufan shook his head and smiled, then pointed to Wu Dongchu beside him.

"This man is a rich second generation. His monthly living expenses are only [-] yuan. Now you want to talk to him about your strengths, goals, and ideals? Are you out of your mind?"