The soft writer was guilty. Of course, he remembered what Zhang Xiaofan said, "Zhang Xiaofan, even if I have bad intentions, I will be destroyed by you. You have no reason to touch me."

"Stupid brat, don't look for trouble!"

A young man stood up, strided towards Zhang Xiaofan, and reached out to push Zhang Xiaofan.

His hand was stretched out, and before he could touch Zhang Xiaofan's chest, Zhang Xiaofan pinched his wrist and shook his wrist. He heard the other party screaming and squatted on the ground, hugging his wrist and shouting that his hand was broken.

Several other young people wanted to support the soft literary masters, but seeing Zhang Xiaofan's clever hand, he was so scared that he didn't dare to step forward.

Zhang Xiaofan reached out and pulled Soft Wenhao's collar and pulled him to his side, raised his hand and slapped him in the face, "I'm busy enough every day, dealing with such a group of monster characters, I really don't have time to pay attention to you, a fool."

"But why are you so stupid and unacceptable? You are not good at living your life well, but you just cause trouble for me."

The soft Wenhao was so scared that his legs trembled and cried: "Zhang Xiaofan, I was wrong, please spare me, I promise there will be no next time."

"I never believe in shit pillows, especially people like you. I think you didn't hurt enough after being slapped a few times last time, so you didn't have enough memory. I need to give you a long memory!"

He said as he pressed Ruan Wenhao's head with his other hand, then hit his knees, and heard Ruan Wenhao screaming, his face was covered in blood in an instant.

Zhang Xiaofan let go of his hand, and the soft Wenhao turned around like a headless fly and fell to the ground several times.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhang Xiaofan stepped on the soft Wenhao's thigh with his feet.

"It hurts, it hurts, Zhang Xiaofan, spare me." Ruan Wenhao felt that his thigh muscles were about to be stripped and begged for mercy wildly.

Zhang Xiaofan's strength was getting stronger and stronger. The soft Wenhao grabbed his inclined surface with both hands and could not move it.

"Remember what I said, it is the last time I told you, don't bother Yu Miaomiao, don't be upset with me, live honestly like a dog, or I will bury you in a pit next time!"

Zhang Xiaofan raised his foot and kicked Ruan Wenhao in the butt, "Take the guy out!"

Ruan Wenhao endured the huge pain and got up, limping and leading the people away quickly.

Zhang Xiaofan coughed a few times, but it was not convenient to lift his breath now. When he lifted it, his chest hurts so much.

At this time, Fatty Qian and an old man came over, and with his knees, he knew that the old man was Principal Du.

"Zhang Xiaofan, where are the soft literary masters and the others?" Fatty Qian looked around but didn't see anyone.

"I let them go."

Zhang Xiaofan crossed over Qian Fatty, stood in front of Principal Du and smiled: "Hello Principal Du."

"Zhang Xiaofan, the first time we met."

Principal Du smiled kindly, "I have to take care of Lao Bai's grandson-in-law. It doesn't matter if the person runs away. I can find Cheng Jianbin. He also wants to come back to the school to continue to be the vice principal, so I will let him educate his nephew."

"I'll be relieved if Principal Du said this, then I'll leave too."

Zhang Xiaofan didn't want to stay.

"Wait a moment!"

Principal Du smiled and said, "Old Bai said you are a math genius. I happened to be studying a math problem recently. Why don't you take a look?"

Zhang Xiaofan said a little embarrassedly: "Is this OK?"

This job is not easy to handle.

Principal Du has been studying. If he can't do it, it will be a slap in the face. If he does it readily, it will prove Principal Du's incompetence.

"Come with me." Principal Du was enthusiastic.

Zhang Xiaofan was not easy to refuse, after all, Li Ziqi was still in this school, so she nodded and followed.

Principal Du’s office decoration is even simpler than Principal Bai. It is almost like one doing work, one cabinet, several chairs, and two or three sofas.

Zhang Xiaofan casually found the sofa and sat down. Principal Du went to the back cabinet to take out a piece of paper. He turned around and saw Fatty Qian who was entering the door and asked, "Student, do you have anything to do?"

Fatty Qian grabbed his head and laughed: "It's okay, if I'm in the way, you can go to the door to wait for Brother Fan."

Zhang Xiaofan said: "Let him sit for a while. After running for so long, his physique is probably exhausted."

“Okay.”

Principal Du didn't mind and even invited Fatty Qian and said, "Or why don't you take a look together."

When Fatty Qian heard this, his head was big. He was not a good student who was diligent and eager to learn. He could understand a hammer and quickly waved his hand and said, "I'll just sit at the door. You can talk, you can talk."

After saying that, he turned around and went out immediately.

Principal Du handed the piece of paper in his hand to Zhang Xiaofan, "Look at it, this is a difficult problem. I have been studying mathematics for many years, but there are still some problems. I can't study thoroughly. Lao Bai has often said good things to you in front of me, don't let him down."

Zhang Xiaofan nodded and glanced at the subject. He had the theological system and immediately had two ways of answering it.

But he did not immediately give Principal Du an answer, but said: "Principal Du, I'm afraid I can't solve this problem in a short while. Otherwise, I'll take it away and I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

Principal Du was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhang Xiaofan not lying, then smiled and said, "Okay, okay, then I'll wait for you tomorrow."

He was shocked by Zhang Xiaofan's explanation of the answer to the question. He had not fully answered the question, but only listed half of the formula, but it took three days to do this half. If Zhang Xiaofan could answer it in one day, he would be really a genius.

Zhang Xiaofan naturally didn't know what Principal Du was thinking. Looking at the old man's expression, he thought he was very disappointed with him, so he could only leave with the topic.

Fatty Qian was waiting outside. When he saw Zhang Xiaofan, he immediately got up and said happily: "Can you withdraw money?"

"Take me a meal by the way."

Zhang Xiaofan did not shy his face, and said lightly before walking out.

"Brother Fan, you are still your coquettishness. When the person comes, he drove away the soft Wenhao. Then my grandson is not afraid to see me. He chased me for more than twenty minutes and almost exhausted me."

Fatty Qian said depressedly: "Bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. He is really not a man or a thing."

Zhang Xiaofan said: "Isn't it the same for you? Stop talking about others. Keep watching me in the future to ensure that you have money to make money."

"That's nothing to say, I'll do it all." Fatty Qian looked puzzled, as if there were mountains of gold and silver in front of him.

Zhang Xiaofan went out to withdraw 5,000 yuan for Qian Fatty, and gave him another 200 yuan, so he took Qian Fatty to a nearby restaurant.

Zhang Xiaofan poured him a glass of beer and asked, "What job are you going to do after graduating from college?"

Fatty Qian drank all the sips, wiped the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I haven't thought about it, and I don't know what I can do."

"I never thought of becoming a reporter after graduation. You are very talented in this regard. It is best to be an entertainment reporter. It is your specialty to dig out others' gossip." Zhang Xiaofan took a sip.

"You can consider it, but it's hard to take the exam for journalists, and you don't study media."
Chapter completed!