The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City

Sure enough, less than five minutes later, Fat Yu walked into the classroom holding the English test papers.

Fat Yu, real name Yu Qiang, was 165 cm tall, weighed 105 kg, had his hair parted in the middle, shone with a greasy glow, and wore 800-degree glasses that looked very thick. His legs were so big that he could barely walk.

Zhang Fan seriously doubted if this guy's walking even squeezed his balls.

"Guys, the pleasant winter break is over. I don't know if you had a good time, but what's important is your English. I'm really worried. So, today, we're having a mock exam," Yu Qiang walked to the podium and realized no one was paying attention to him. Everyone was holding their phones, laughing out loud.

"Put away your phones. It's time for the test. Those who score less than ninety will have an extra hour of evening classes," Yu Qiang was angry. These brats hadn't changed at all even after the winter break.

"An extra hour? What the hell."

The crowd immediately quieted down.

An extra hour, what does that even mean? Damn, wouldn't that mean night classes until ten?

As they put their phones away, they suddenly paused. Hey, what did it matter to them, scoring ninety wasn't a problem. Come on, they were in an advanced class. If anyone couldn't score ninety in English, it was probably just Zhang Fan.

Wait, there was another one who only knew how to play basketball—Gao Qi. But this guy never cared about his studies, and the school teachers couldn't do anything about him. After all, he had already been accepted in advance by a sports university in the Capital City.

So, the only one who needed the extra class was Zhang Fan.

Thinking of this, all the boys couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan with a schadenfreude expression. But then, thinking about Zhang Fan forcibly kissing Goddess Ye, all the boys' eyes were filled only with anger.

Zhang Fan squinted at Fat Yu. It was obvious, yeah, this guy was targeting him.

An extra hour? Hmph, Fat Yu, this time, your plan might fall apart.

From freshman year to senior year, Fat Yu had always targeted him, saying his test scores were bad and he should be kicked to the regular class. Every semester, Fat Yu would bring this up at least twenty times, but it had always been suppressed by Old Wang.

Yu Qiang's face twitched as he looked at Zhang Fan and slowly said, "You guys shouldn't be like some people, guessing all the answers. If an English exam had no multiple-choice questions, I'm afraid his score would be zero."

"Hahaha!" Roars of laughter erupted.

Zhang Fan sneered. Zero? Heh, Fat Yu, this time, watch closely.

Yu Qiang adjusted his glasses, his little eyes showing a mocking look: "We're an advanced class. Even the worst students could get into a third-tier university. Some people can only choose the worst colleges, I really don't know how they have the face to stay in this class."

Laughter erupted again.

Zhang Fan crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, his gaze cold. This fat pig, he sure seemed to enjoy putting him down.

"Call back the students who aren't in the classroom. If they aren't here in twenty minutes, this exam will be void." Yu Qiang saw more than ten empty seats in the classroom and got angry.

"Call them immediately."

The crowd immediately pulled out their phones to call the absent students.

Ye Xuan gazed out the window, her blush had not faded. Thinking about Zhang Fan's domineering kiss, her heart felt shy. However, she was more puzzled as to why Zhang Fan could memorize her notes in just an hour. With such a strong memory, how could he do so poorly in his studies? Could it still be because of that incident?

After a while, more than ten people came running back.

"What's going on? Didn't they say we could have free time after the basketball game?" A girl ran into the classroom, gasping and flushed, her chest heaving dramatically.

"What's going on? Don't you know your situation? It's the third year of high school, people, the third year! This is the moment that decides your fate, can you take it seriously?" Yu Qiang slammed his palm heavily on the desk with a stern face.

"Zhang Fan, why are you in the classroom? I've been looking for you everywhere." Several boys burst into the classroom, sounding a bit excited.

"This time it was awesome, Liu Fei got wrecked by you. When did your basketball skills get so good? I never saw you play before." One person shouted.

Yu Qiang's face darkened. Was he invisible?

The rest of the class listened, confused. Basketball? Did Zhang Fan play basketball? Liu Fei? Wasn't that guy the third-best in the whole school? When did Zhang Fan ever beat him?

"Hey, you shut-ins, over an hour has passed and you haven't heard?" A boy looked at the confused crowd with wide eyes.

"In the last half of the game, Zhang Fan replaced Wang Dong. Windmill dunk, half-court shots, steals, he scored over eighty points alone. The second-year students were beaten so badly they started questioning their lives," the boy said excitedly.

"What?" Long Xin, Zhao Yue, and the rest were flabbergasted!

"Hey, do you know why Liu Fei ended up streaking? Because he bet against Zhang Fan and lost, then tried to back out. But fate was against him; he still ended up streaking. You didn't see Liu Fei in his sorry state. It was better than the pictures on the forums," the boy boasted, looking exhilarated.

"Crap, is that true?" The crowd was stunned once again.

"Are you guys rebelling? Sit down and take the test," Yu Qiang finally couldn't take it anymore and roared.

"Ahem ahem."

The crowd immediately quieted down.

But all eyes were on Zhang Fan. What had this guy been doing over the winter break? Was this still the same unspeaking guy sleeping in the corner?

Zhang Fan dug his ears and knocked his head on the desk, urging impatiently, "Fat Yu, hurry and hand out the papers. I want to go home and sleep after the test!"

"Zhang Fan, what did you say?" Yu Qiang was furious. This guy dared to talk to him like that in front of everyone.

Zhang Fan lifted his head and looked at Fat Yu's trembling face, shouting, "Stop acting like a woman, mumbling around, hurry and hand out the papers. You just want me to have extra classes, right? Just say it straight."

Zhang Fan wasn't afraid of offending Fat Yu now. This guy made it clear he wanted Zhang Fan to attend extra classes, so why be polite?

"You... you..." Yu Qiang was speechless with anger. He stomped his foot and then handed out the papers. His eyes were fixed on Zhang Fan, filled with boundless rage. Yes, this exam was deliberate. If this kid didn't stay for extra classes, he would have more excuses to report this to higher-ups. This time, even Old Wang couldn't object.

Poor grades, insulting the teacher, not serious about studying — such a person was of no use in Class 26 and could even affect others' grades.

Hmph, this time he must get Zhang Fan kicked out of Class 26.