After class.

Li Annan grinned and said, "Old Fang, do you know how many points I got in this test?"

"115."

Fang Nian didn't even raise his head.

Li Annan pouted and said, "It's boring."

All of a sudden, the joy of finally getting over 100 points in the math test was gone.

Then he rolled his eyes: "You shouldn't have taken the exam in the office yesterday, right?"

"Um."

"How many sets did you make?"

"4 sets."

"For what?"

"It will be used for your exams in the future. Lao Zhu asked me to make it so that I can explain it to you according to the book."

"Daw."

Li Annan no longer felt heartbroken at this time.

If the gap is too big, jealousy will turn into admiration.

Then Li Annan sighed with emotion.

"Actually, if there is a chance, if you go up and speak instead of the math teacher, I estimate that more people will attend the class."

“I can understand more.”

Fang Nian sneered: "You think too highly of me. Lao Zhu has been a math teacher for many years."

"The level is very good, and the teaching method is humorous. The important reason is that people don't want to listen."

Li Annan clicked his tongue and said, "Tsk, that's what I think anyway."

"..."

Fang Nian is actually quite strange. Where did Li Annan's initial excitement go?

Why has there been absolutely no movement in the past two days?

I didn't see anything unusual about Li Fenlin.

However, seeing that Li Annan had no intention of mentioning it, Fang Nian did not take the initiative to bring up the topic.

What should be known will be known sooner or later.

I just muttered in my heart: 'If I hope it fails, I can accept the next one, which is better and better...'

When he persuaded Li Annan, Fang Nian was prepared with two things.

Of course, in the small circle of No. 8 Middle School, there are no complicated operations, they are just for enlightenment or something.

Teach Li Annan how to recognize beautiful things, etc.

That's it...

...In addition to Li Annan, Liu Yang, Li Xue and others are also very concerned about Fang Nian's math test results yesterday.

Especially Li Xue.

She saw a paper that was full of writing but not corrected.

"Ah, I don't know about that either. The teacher didn't give me the paper or correct it for me."

Fang Nian answered Li Xue and Liu Yang's doubts honestly.

"Have you evaluated it yourself?"

"It should be full marks." Fang Nian said honestly again.

"I knew it!"

"You are a pervert."

"..."

Li Annan on the side actually wanted to tell the truth and was holding back very much.

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In the evening, after dinner, Fang Nian walked on the gradually darkening road and sighed that the weather was getting colder.

As we enter mid-to-late October, we are about to usher in the last solar term of autumn: frost.

Tangli has started to get colder in the morning and evening, and it gets dark earlier, so it’s better to put on a coat when you wake up in the morning.

Just after entering the school gate and before reaching the bottom of the long stairs, the phone in his pocket vibrated. Fang Nian took it out and saw an unfamiliar number.

The current Apple mobile phones do not display the place of ownership like the previous copycat phones.

After the call was connected, a somewhat familiar voice came out: "Brother Fang, I'm Chen Yao."

The tone seemed to be very cheerful.

The corners of Fang Nian's mouth curled up. The call came later than expected.

After a small collision on September 1, Fang Nian made preparations for Chen Yao, and now it is probably the right time.

"Why did you still think of calling me?" Fang Nian said with a smile.

There was a refreshing energy in his voice.

He walked up the long stairs step by step, pressed the record button, and listened to Chen Yao pretending to talk about him.

"I heard that Brother Fang is unparalleled in the eighth grade."

"..."

Fang Nian echoed, his unhurried look causing Chen Yao on the other end of the phone to gradually hold his breath.

His tone gradually became lower.

When they were halfway up the long staircase, Chen Yao finally couldn't help but said: "Brother Fang, I'm calling you this time because I have something to ask for your help."

"I have been working at an electronics factory outside the customs for the last month, but the factory's efficiency is not very good. I only have a basic salary of 900 yuan, and my salary has not been paid until now."

"You know, I only went out with two thousand yuan..."

After listening to Chen Yao's ramble, Fang Nian asked.

"Aren't you going to tell your family?"

In a few years, almost everyone will be familiar with this way of speaking and will understand it as soon as they hear it.

Fang Nian has also experienced such a time.

When going out, everyone encounters difficult obstacles sometimes.

But it’s Chen Yao’s hurdle.

It must have something to do with Fang Nian's preparation.

"I told you, my family told me that I should either go back or wait for two days."

Chen Yao's voice dropped.

He finally made the call because he felt he was cornered.

He remembered Fang Nian's warning before leaving Tangli.

Pengcheng was so prosperous that he didn't want to go back to the small place of Tangli, let alone go back to school.

"You shouldn't be working in the electronics factory now, right?"

Fang Nian spoke slowly.

He heard this from Chen Yao's words.

Chen Yao was slightly surprised: "Yes, I have been in Huaqiangbei for more than ten days, and I have been here since the National Day holiday."

"Do you think you could lend me some money?"

Fang Nian smiled and said: "Don't worry about it now, what are you doing in Huaqiangbei?"

There was a bit of reassurance in his tone.

This time Chen Yao was silent for a moment before speaking.

"I work as a handyman here. There are people who get rich overnight here in Huaqiangbei every day. There is gold everywhere, so I want to give it a try."

His ambition was exploded with a 'bang' after getting off the bus in Pengchengxi.

After leaving the narrow platform and actually stepping on the land of Pengcheng, the whole world was so bright and beautiful.

After walking around Huaqiangbei, Chen Yao finally understood how insignificant the No. 8 Middle School was.
To be continued...