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Chi Yan ignored Yu Ke, took out the book and threw it to Yu Jian, saying, "Don't you want to attend the class, take notes for me."

Yu Ke looked at Chi Yan's book and hesitated to speak.

Brand-new book cover, brand-new inside pages, except for the name on the cover, it is no different from a new one. Chi Yan's books are like this, and they are responsible for putting dust in the drawer after they are sent out.

Now he actually took it out and asked for notes?

It's fine if you want notes, not for yourself or for Si Yan, but for Yu Jian?

Not to mention that Yu Jian didn't listen to class and fell asleep, and his grades were so poor that he couldn't even distinguish between Greek letters and English letters. As for the relationship between Chi Yan and Yu Jian, can Yu Jian help him take notes?

Yu Jian took it over, flipped through the brand new pages, frowned and said, "I'll make up the previous ones for you, and give me the other subjects as well."

Chi Yan owes too many courses, no wonder his grades are so poor, he doesn't know anything.

The front of the pages of the book are all blank, and it happens that tomorrow is the weekend, and I have a lot of time, so I can just fill in the basic notes for him.

Chi Yan nodded after hearing the words, and pushed all the books on the table to Yu Jian: "Try to be as detailed as possible, and mark all the doubts and difficulties."

Chi Yan sighed silently in his heart for his wit.

I really tried my best to improve Yu Jian's grades.

Yu Jian didn't study at all before, and didn't know all the knowledge points he had learned, so he had to make up for it, and he had to make up for it from the beginning.

Yu Jian tidied up the books one by one, took out her schoolbag and stuffed it into her own.

Yu Jian's bag is gray, but because it has been used for too long and washed too many times, it has faded to white.

And because the schoolbag was a bit small, Yu Jian struggled to stuff the books, and couldn't fit the last two books, so she had to take them out and put them on the table.

The original owner’s family was in a very bad situation, with little money in the family. His mother died of dystocia, and he was raised by an alcoholic father. He lived in a dirty alley since he was a child, and his life was very difficult.

Fortunately, Yu Jian has a strong adaptability, and she got used to it within a few days after her arrival. Besides, she doesn't spend much money at ordinary times. Apart from buying information books, she only buys sketch paper and pencils, which don't cost much.

The only situation where I didn’t have enough money was last time, I bought a collection of paintings, and I didn’t have enough money to buy my own reference book and the reference book for Chi Yan at the same time, so I didn’t buy my own.

Chi Yan looked at him and said, "Are you going home for the weekend?"

Yu Jian shook her head, he stayed in the dormitory on weekends, the original owner's father was always haunted, and there was no one at home for a long time, so he might as well stay in the dormitory when he went home.

Friday's class passed quickly, and it was time for school to leave in the afternoon.

As soon as Chi Yan got home, he was dragged by his father to watch the battle.

There was a chess set on the table, Chi Ma calmly blew the tea and watched the chess game calmly.

Chi's father quickly gave Chi Yan a wink, as if the enemy was too powerful and urgently needed reinforcements.

Chi Yan took a sip of water, glanced casually at the chess board, picked up Papa Chi's black horse and walked two squares forward.

Chi Ma raised her eyebrows, stopped blowing tea, and looked at the chess game thoughtfully.

Papa Chi let out a oops and patted his forehead: "My son is smart."

Mother Chi snorted coldly, put down her tea cup and stood up: "Yes, you have determined the upper limit of your son's IQ."

Chi Yan raised the corner of his mouth.

Papa Chi laughed a few times, and patted Chi Yan on the shoulder: "How is painting recently?"

Chi's mother rolled her eyes at Chi's father and said, "Can you ask me something nice, is it time to paint in the third year of high school? It is because you are used to it that my son's focus is not on studying." After speaking, she turned to Chi Yan said, "I will hand over the two papers I assigned later, but I heard from your teacher that you won't listen to classes, don't go to competitions, and won't do homework."

Chi Yan hummed, fiddled with the flags on the chessboard and said, "Isn't it because the questions they set up are too simple?"

Chi's mother rubbed her eyebrows. There was nothing she could do about her son. Every time a parent meeting was held to discuss Chi Yan's problems with the teachers of various subjects, it was the same problem every time. No matter how good the grades were, the attitude was as bad. Talk to Chi Yan Chi Yan, on the other hand, disliked the fact that the school questions were too easy. Later, Chi's mother could only go to the battle in person to give Chi Yan the questions. The difficulty of the questions was on par with the difficulty of the final questions.

Chi's mother glanced at Chi Yan, and said quietly, "Simple? Simple is good. I'll add another one next week."

Chi Yan nodded and said, "You don't need to take the same knowledge point so many times. It doesn't matter how you change the question types."

Chi's mother glared at Chi Yan, then turned around and went to the kitchen to bring out the freshly cooked pigeon soup, and said to Chi Yan, "You've been fighting again recently, you're quite capable."

Papa Chi raised his head from the martial arts movie playing, "Oh?" He said, "Hey, my son has been quiet for a long time and has come out of the rivers and lakes again?"

Chi's mother patted Chi's father on the head hard: "It's just what you brought. Sleep in class, fight after class, and draw two pictures if you have nothing to do. Live a good day."

Chi's father smiled and said, "My son is the same as I was when I was studying. It's all right. He's just playing around a little bit, and he has a sense of propriety."

Chi Ma served a bowl of pigeon soup to Chi Yan, and said seriously, "I heard that the one who fought with you was an ignorant bastard."

Chi Yan took the soup and blew it: "I love studying, more than your son. We are still at the same table, and someone is copying notes for me."

Chi Ma chuckled lightly: "Why, did you show your feelings after fighting?"

After the three of them finished eating, Chi Yan went upstairs and entered the room, turned on the computer, and logged on to Weibo. When he first entered, he got stuck and jumped to his personal page. 675 likes and 243 replies came out like a flood.

Chi Yan clicked on the people who followed me, and it showed that dozens of new fans had been added. He slid all the way down, with various avatars, and only one avatar was the default system gray original avatar, so he paid special attention to the username.

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After Chi Yan glanced at it, he closed the page, put down his phone, turned on the computer and drawing board, and after he boarded the button, the 99+ bombing message was sent to him. The first message was:

"CCCCCC, come out and accept the manuscript!"

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