Chapter 22： Strong Ye Feng

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twenty two

"He can score full marks, I don't believe it."

Su Qiyue coldly said: "If Ye Feng wrote it."

"Liu Ming, you immediately resign, the position of the class teacher."

"Then, the whole class of students, everyone, write a 20,000 word review."

"If Ye Feng can't write it, we and I will leave without you saying."

"Don't dare, just shut up."

Sure enough, Liu Ming heard these words, his face was black, and immediately said: "If you dare not dare, hurry up."

Other students are also frying pans.

"I really don't know what to do."

"I want to see it with my own eyes and watch you get out of this school."

Liu Ming picked up the chalk from the podium, turned around and began to write on the blackboard.

"Da da da…"

A topic that occupies half of the blackboard appeared quickly on it. Seeing this problem, everyone was dumbfounded, and even Su Qiyue's face was a bit white.

"This is the finale." Someone took a breath of breath and exclaimed.

"The finale question of advanced mathematics, this kind of question is not for humans at all, who can write it? Ye Feng is dead this time, and he can't write it with ten more brains."

A person next to him smiled disdainfully: "Don't say it can't be written. Whether he can finish reading the question is a problem."

Liu Ming threw the chalk into the trash can, looked back at Ye Feng contemptuously, and said slowly: "If you can't write it, don't want the graduation certificate."

Someone laughed immediately.

"This is the end."

"You two, just wait, get out of school."

Ye Feng glanced at the questions on the blackboard, and he looked comfortable, did not stay at all, picked up the chalk and wrote.

"Da da da…"

He is fast.

The people underneath looked at Ye Feng who was writing quickly, which was different from what they expected.

Not only does Ye Feng write quickly, the font is also very beautiful.

Even an Arabic number can write the style of a master. Seeing that clear and pleasing answer, they could not recover for a long time.

"It must be indiscriminate," someone said.

Their eyes are on Liu Ming, but Liu Ming in their eyes is sweating at the moment.

He hurriedly pointed at the answer.

correct.

correct.

all right.

Liu Ming swallowed hard and his pupils began to tremble. Looking at Ye Feng's eyes, there was fear and shock. Is this still Ye Feng he knew?

"how is it?"

Ye Feng collected the chalk, smiled, and asked Liu Mingdao.

"all right."

"It is more standard and perfect than the answer in the science textbook."

He didn't dare to look at Ye Feng's eyes, he could only lower his head and said quietly.

Feeling very hot.

But the sound was small, but it was like a big rock that suddenly fell into the calm lake. There was a sudden clamor in the classroom, and everyone looked at Ye Feng in shock.

"It's actually written, it's impossible."

"How could Ye Feng have this ability?"

"You really did it." Su Qiyue smiled sincerely and felt happy for Ye Feng.

Ye Feng looked at Liu Ming and said calmly, "I will give you a question, too."

Having said that, he wrote on the blackboard, and not long after, a three-line question appeared in everyone's eyes.

"I haven't seen this question."

"What's the problem?"

There were a lot of doubts in the classroom, and those who usually did well in the exam began to think down. Liu Ming looked at this question, and one minute later.

He is still standing.

Cold sweat had already flowed down his forehead.

Liu Ming's hands were shaking, and at the moment, he didn't even have the courage to hold chalk.

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