The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City

"Move aside!"

Ye Xuan commanded coldly. Her high cold beautiful face wore a trace of faint worry.

"Goddess Ye..."

The guys standing at the end of Class Twenty-Five simultaneously made way.

What is Goddess Ye planning to do?

Ye Xuan pushed through the crowd, but when she saw Yang Xu lying on the ground groaning in pain, her eyes were filled with immense surprise.

Could it be that Zhang Fan did this?

Ye Xuan walked over, reaching out her hand, grabbing Zhang Fan: "Come with me for tutoring."

"Ah!" Zhang Fan was stunned, feeling a soft touch in his hand, and a faint fragrance drifted to his nose, instantly making him feel refreshed.

"Damn, why is it Zhang Fan, that guy?"

Everyone was stunned again, dumbfounded as they watched Ye Xuan pulling Zhang Fan past them.

When had Goddess Ye ever spoken to a guy? Damn, they're even holding hands. But why is it Zhang Fan? This doesn't make sense. Damn, it makes me want to kill someone. Goddess Ye, even if she's not mine, it shouldn't be that loser Zhang Fan's either.

A group of people gritted their teeth, no one spoke, only heavy breathing and the sound of gnashing teeth filled the air.

"Did you know, half an hour ago on the court, Zhang Fan got dumped by Wang Jing, then Ye Xuan said, as long as Zhang Fan scores 500 on the college entrance exam, she'd be his girlfriend. Damn, why?"

"What! How did I not know about this!"

Zhang Fan didn't even know how he walked into the classroom, he felt somewhat delirious at the moment.

"Stop fighting from now on, do you still want to score 500?" Ye Xuan returned to her seat, took out a thick notebook, and tossed it to Zhang Fan: "Your English scores are poor, this is my notebook, take a good look at it. Grammar, usage, all the high school English words, I've written them down."

"Of course I want to, how could I not?" Zhang Fan blurted out without hesitation. What kind of joke was that, he'd give it his all to score 500.

Zhang Fan immediately pushed aside the dreamy thoughts in his mind, took Ye Xuan's notebook, and returned to his seat at the back row, flipping it open gently.

When it comes to English, it's not as simple as Ye Xuan saying it's poor. Words, he couldn't remember, grammar, forget about it. During exams, he'd basically finish the paper in three minutes.

ABCD, choosing at random.

Thus, Zhang Fan's English exams never lasted more than thirty minutes.

The hit rate was simply unbearable to look at.

Among all the subjects, only Chinese was somewhat presentable, a score of 140, only slightly below Ye Xuan.

Math, English, plus science totalled to only about 160, among all science students, only Zhang Fan was this bad.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan felt he had a long way to go. Immediately, Zhang Fan opened the system directly.

"Would you like to spend 100 Spiritual Value to activate the learning skill for one hour?"

"Confirm!"

In the next moment, Zhang Fan felt his mind become incredibly clear. The English letters in the notebook seemed to dance around like characters, floating into his mind.

The letters he previously couldn't understand became friendly, Zhang Fan's fingers flipped through the pages continuously, his mind totally immersed.

Ye Xuan's notes were very detailed. Just the words, there were eight thousand, far exceeding the high school English vocabulary.

And Zhang Fan needed only one glance to remember these words. Eight thousand words were memorized in just twenty minutes.

Sentence structures, usage, examples...

Within an hour, Zhang Fan had read through two hundred pages of notes.

Zhang Fan closed the notebook, closed his eyes, and his mind presented countless characters. The scenes from flipping through the notebook began to the end played in his mind. Every letter was remembered clearly.

In ten minutes, Zhang Fan quickly reviewed it, perfectly matching the notes.

Zhang Fan was shocked. He never imagined learning skills could be so overwhelming. He could feel that if he took an English exam now, he could at least score 100.

This was only an hour's achievement.

A hundred Spiritual Value could activate the learning skill for an hour. He still had nine hundred Spiritual Value, and there was another hundred at Ye Xuan's place. Tomorrow, he could start harvesting spirit, which meant in the four months period, he could use the learning skill at least once a day.

Thinking about harvesting spirit, Zhang Fan looked at Ye Xuan's back, suddenly feeling a bit confused!

Kissing for a minute, that seemed a bit challenging.

No, this problem had to be solved, otherwise, he couldn't guarantee the increase in Spiritual Value.

Suddenly, a wicked smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face.

Got it!

Zhang Fan picked up the notebook, walked over to Ye Xuan, and placed the notebook in front of her: "I've finished reading it!"

Ye Xuan looked up in disbelief at Zhang Fan: "You've finished already?"

Zhang Fan nodded indifferently: "Yes, why? You don't believe me?"

Ye Xuan lifted her head, her eyes a bit cold: "Do you think I should believe you?"

At this moment, Ye Xuan was a bit disappointed. She didn't want Zhang Fan to degenerate like this because she owed him once. So, she used herself as a bet, saying in front of so many people that if Zhang Fan scored 500 in the college entrance exam, she'd be his girlfriend.

She knew exactly how thick the notebook was. Two hundred and eight pages, which she made specifically for Zhang Fan over a winter holiday. To accommodate Zhang Fan, she tried to make it as simple and detailed as possible, covering far beyond the high school vocabulary, with all kinds of grammar and usage examples. Even for her, it would take at least a week to read it through again.

And Zhang Fan only took an hour.

That's just the time for five math problems.

How could this convince her?

"Hey, hey, hey, why the look?" Zhang Fan saw Ye Xuan's face growing colder and felt something was wrong.

"If you don't believe me, flip to any page, and I can recite what's in it. If I fail, I'll never appear in front of you again." Zhang Fan quickly said.

Ye Xuan's face softened. Zhang Fan's words made her doubtful. Could it be that Zhang Fan really remembered everything? How was this possible?

"Fine, page one hundred and twenty-three." Ye Xuan opened the notebook, flipping to page one hundred and twenty-three.

Zhang Fan sat opposite Ye Xuan, resting his head on his hands, looking at Ye Xuan's unbelievably beautiful face, and said: "My head is about to explode. If I succeed, I want a reward."

Ye Xuan glared at Zhang Fan: "What reward do you want."

"A kiss from you." Zhang Fan looked at Ye Xuan's lips, his mind wavering.

Ye Xuan's face stiffened. After a while, she bit her lip lightly: "Alright."

"Hehe, let's begin..." Zhang Fan straightened up, and started slowly.

"Lock, this..."

Ye Xuan was stunned. Her fair fingers pointed to the first line of page one hundred and twenty-three, moving quickly.

Three minutes later, she raised her head in disbelief. Zhang Fan had actually done it. She couldn't believe Zhang Fan only remembered this one page, especially since it was a random page she'd mentioned.

"Page one hundred and ninety-eight..."

"Two kisses, Timeisinsuchahurry..."

"Page fifty-seven..."

"Three kisses, Afriend..."

Ye Xuan was completely dumbfounded. How did Zhang Fan do it in just an hour?

Just as she lifted her head, Zhang Fan stood up, bent down, cupped her head, and gave her a deep kiss!