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Chapter 179 Little Brother Fan, I Can Make You the Number One Little Brother
The Chinese teacher forgot to bring the standard answer sheet and went back to the office to get it. The classroom immediately became a riot, and those who spoke ill of Fan Yihang became even more unscrupulous.

"Look at those science teachers who used to praise him for doing a good homework. I think the answer is from the Internet!"

"Come on, look at how good his grades are when he sits with Luo Weiwei?"

Listening to those sour words, Luo Weiwei lowered her head and turned to Fan Yihang's side, and said for him: "Don't pay attention to those gossips! They must have accidentally clamped their tongues with forceps when they were born." , so many words!"

To be honest, she felt a bit guilty when she heard that Fan Yihang got a perfect score in Chinese.

As for him... can he do well in science?
However, Luo Weiwei turned her eyes to look over, but found that Fan Yihang looked confused.

She froze for a moment and asked, "Didn't you hear what they were talking about just now?"

Fan Yihang put down the paper in his hand and asked, "What are they talking about?"

Well, I really didn't hear it.

Luo Weiwei quickly waved her hands: "It's nothing, they're praising you! Hehehe..."

Fan Yihang didn't ask any further questions, he didn't care at all, he just reported the number: "140 two."

"What?" Luo Weiwei didn't understand.

"Score." Fan Yihang nodded the paper in his hand and said, "It should be this score."

Before Luo Weiwei was surprised that Fan Yihang could even estimate Chinese so accurately, Lin Tianyuan in front of him had already heard shouting: "Brother Hang, your Chinese score is 142?! Damn..."

Hearing Lin Tianyuan's words, the noisy classroom fell silent.

The representative of the most sour math class laughed mockingly: "Chinese test 140? Aren't you afraid of exaggerating?"

The classroom is very quiet, so the representative of the math class said this very clearly.

Fan Yihang didn't answer, but just glanced at Lin Tianyuan accusingly.

He just used the gap between the Chinese teacher's departure to estimate his own score, without any intention of showing off, and he didn't even expect Lin Tianyuan to hear it and speak so loudly.

He frowned unhappily, feeling that Lin Tianyuan was a little brainless.

Seeing Fan Yihang frowning, Luo Weiwei slapped the table protectively and stood up.

"I'm talking about Yu Hongwei, what are you talking about? My Chinese score is poor and I see others taking 140 in the exam, so I will laugh at you to death? Believe it or not, I will cut you off?!"

Luo Weiwei had been hanging out with the big Northeast guys in the class for a long time, and when she got anxious, her mouth also smelled like Northeast scum, not to mention how imposing she was.

Yu Hongwei is the representative of the mathematics class. He belongs to the kind of people who don't bother to play with people with bad grades, so he doesn't have much friendship with Song Ningyuan and the others.

He knew that Luo Weiwei was not easy to mess with, but with so many eyes staring at him in the class, he felt a little embarrassed by being yelled at by Luo Weiwei, so he boldly choked back: "Did I say something wrong? Why? Fan Yihang, what's wrong with you?" Do you have to let the girl give you the lead?"

Fan Yihang raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Hongwei, his eyes were not as calm as usual, they were dark, making people feel chills on the back.

It's just that he finally suppressed it, pulled down Luo Weiwei's sleeve, and said, "Forget it."

"But……"

"Forget it." He emphasized his tone.

Luo Weiwei had no choice but to give up, and sat back angrily.

It just so happened that the Chinese teacher came back and greeted the Chinese class representative to send out the answer sheets with standard answers.

Before everyone got the papers, the Chinese teacher said with a smile: "In addition to Fan Yihang's Chinese composition, there is another piece of good news. That is, this time Fan Yihang's Chinese total score reached 143 points." , is the highest score in a single Chinese subject since our school was founded!"

The classroom suddenly fell silent, and a classmate was passing the answer sheet to the back. Hearing this, his hand shook, and the paper in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

The smile on the Chinese teacher's face was still bright: "I suggest! Everyone give Fan Yihang a round of applause! He got such a high score, and our whole class will follow suit!"

"Papa papa!" Luo Weiwei took the lead in applauding, and looked provocatively at Yu Hongwei, who had a dark face.

Where Yihang scored "142", the actual score was one point higher than this!Yu Hongwei was caught off guard by this slap in the face.

As soon as Luo Weiwei applauded, Song Ningyuan also applauded.Fan Yihang is the one who agrees to participate in the basketball game, so he has something to ask of him!
There was a burst of applause in the class, and many girls applauded in admiration.

In Yu Hongwei's ears, all these applause became the sound of slapping him in the face. His face was as smelly as if he had eaten a pile of feces. He didn't even dare to lift his head, but held his pen tightly.

However, the Chinese teacher hadn't spoken yet. She made a quiet gesture and said, "However, there is a classmate I want to criticize. Yu Hongwei, you are a representative of the math class, and your Chinese score is actually the bottom of the class. You only scored 73 points once, you really shouldn't do this!"

"Papa papa!" Luo Weiwei clapped even more vigorously.

Yu Hongwei's face immediately smelled as if he had eaten two lumps of shit.

The Chinese teacher took a look at Luo Weiwei who was still applauding, and said, "Okay, let's get down to business, let's start the topic. I counted it, and the main point of loss this time is..."

At the end of a Chinese class, Luo Weiwei was in high spirits, full of vigor, and vigor, and hadn't felt what it felt like to "raise her eyebrows" for a long time.

"Hey." She poked Xia Fan Yihang's arm with her elbow, and said, "Brother Fan, you have earned enough face for your elder brother today! Tell me, what reward do you want? Why don't I make you mine?" First little brother?"

Fan Yihang gave her a funny look, and said, "Isn't your number one younger brother Song Ningyuan?"

Luo Weiwei opened her mouth in surprise: "How do you know?"

Fan Yihang wanted to say that he just didn't care much about what others said, but he was not deaf, so he didn't say anything in the end and asked, "How many people can you get in this exam?"

"Can you stop being like my mother?" Luo Weiwei sighed, rubbed her hands a little nervously, and said, "I have no idea."

In the past, she took the exams randomly, so maybe the teachers had finished analyzing the test papers, and she didn't even know her score.But this time, she had studied carefully and took the exam seriously, so she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Fan Yihang said solemnly: "As long as you prepare carefully, the result is not important."

Luo Weiwei pursed her lips, wanting to say that you have the highest score since the school was established, of course you are not important.

But these words were too sour, and I felt that I was in tune with Yu Hongwei, so I refrained from saying it.

The Chinese teacher who hadn't left on the podium suddenly called out their names: "Fan Yihang, Luo Weiwei, you two come out."

"Good teacher." Luo Weiwei walked towards the front door together with Fan Yihang. When passing by Yu Hongwei, she turned around and supported Fan Yihang who was walking behind, and said, "Oh, Hang'er, you are taking the 143 exam. People with points, you have to be careful when walking, don't run into some bottom ones."

The veins on Yu Hongwei's forehead twitched, because the Chinese teacher was still there, so he resisted the attack.

It is one of Luo Weiwei's tenets in life that she can piss others off, but never hold herself back.

(End of this chapter)