All-round mathematician

Chapter 16

After the TV news broadcast, Yang Fan received a series of condolences from his classmates.Strongly condemn Liang Yi's bad behavior, and affirm Yang Fan's actions.

Zeng Sisi: As a classmate, I dislike Liang Yi's actions.We are still young, so we can't be too angry.Liang Yi gained fame, but lost word of mouth and friendship.Yang Fan, come on.

Yang Fan resumed: He is smart enough, he mentioned something first, and he will definitely greet you with a song, big squad leader, I know, thank you for your comfort.

Yuan Wenbo: My brother's condolences.It's no problem to use the knife to come and go with the fire.

Yang Fan: Calm down, brother is a literary youth, he doesn't like to mess with others.

Xiao Hongye: After class, I will beat him up for you. Your business is my business, and my business is your business.

Yang Fan: I implore Miss Xiao to be merciful, for the harmony of the party and the country, take it slow.

Qi Yueshu: Tell me if you are unhappy, I will support you.

Yang Fan: There is another legend about your man in the world, Yang Jianqiang.

Yang Fan really doesn't care, this reputation is just icing on the cake for his future.Three to five years later, Liang Yi didn't even have the qualifications to stand side by side with him.

"Ding dong, the proficiency level is [-] in the first generation, please choose an attribute to add or draw a lottery once."

"Character lottery."

The turntable is turned on, and every time he sees the turntable that seems to lie between the sky and the earth, Yang Fan feels his own insignificance.In the long river of history, there are too many masters, and I hope that one day, I can become one of them.

"stop."

"The 31-year-old musician Chopin was drawn."

The luck is so good that it can reach the sky, Yang Fan's age is just the time to express his worries about writing new words, what else is more NB than pretending to be a pianist full of literary style.

After these masters possessed, they would leave behind some spiritual infection.With just this little bit of income, he can make a breakthrough in a certain aspect of himself.

For example, today, Yang Fan wanted to go for a run on a whim early in the morning, and after watching a group of old men practicing Tai Chi in the park, his hands and feet were itchy, and he practiced a set of martial arts on the spot.

Needless to say, he was infected by Li Yuanba.Li Yuanba is a martial idiot, if he doesn't practice his hands and feet for three days, he can pierce the sky.

After sweating profusely, Yang Fan checked his attributes, and his strength actually increased by 0.5.
Chopin, who was drawn this time, is even more remarkable.Anyone who learns piano, who doesn't start with his pieces.

"Woo, woo." The text message on the phone vibrated, and Yang Fan saw that it was Lin Yuwei, and the message was an ellipsis: ...

Be arrogant, no one dares to be so awesome when asking for help, the phone broadcasts.

"Hi Lin Yuwei, what's the matter?"

"……"not talking.

"Don't waste your time, there's nothing shy on the phone."

"Well, Yang Fan, the math practice paper, the last two questions will not."

"I can't make it clear on the phone. Do you want me to go to your house?"

"Ah, no, no." Lin Yuwei was very anxious on the other side, really afraid that others would come to the door, "Number 7 commuters will all arrive at school. I plan to go back to school early, can you come this afternoon?"

"Okay, you count all the things you are not familiar with, and I will solve them together." Yang Fan is full of confidence. He has already mastered the algebra in the first year of high school. Now, even the math teacher is not necessarily more familiar with the course than himself.

The geometry of the first year of high school, looking at the progress, has reached 87%. In a day or two, it is probably enough.

For the next two days, Yang Fan didn't go out, and checked the progress of the books over and over again.His parents saw him and felt more at ease.

The only disharmony is that I have to get up early to exercise every morning, and now my whole body is sore.If you don't get up when the time comes, your bones will itch, like ants crawling all over your body.

At 7:05 on the morning of the 30th, just after dawn, Yang Fan came to the Grand Park wearing loose clothes.First, he jogged around the place twice to warm up, and then found an open space to practice martial arts by himself.

Yang Fan's face became solemn, he stood up straight, swayed his posture, waved his hands, stretched his legs and feet.As the movement speeded up, the leaves around him moved automatically without wind, and when the palm force was struck, there were bursts of low whistling and whistling sounds.

Immersed in martial arts, Yang Fan didn't pay attention to these phenomena, his body became hot, his body was used to anger, and when he was sweating profusely, he felt a different kind of comfort.

"Hehe, young man, your kung fu looks a bit like that."

"Not to mention, there are fewer children exercising early in the morning. This child is not bad."

"I look like I'm playing a monkey. So fast, is that exercise? It's like a street fight."

……

A group of old men and grandmas were chattering and commenting. Yang Fan took a deep breath. When his abdomen was full, the air flow came out from his nostrils like two sharp swords.

"Oh, what kind of way is this, it's not bad."

"I see, it must be Ha Toad Kungfu, the martial arts of Xidu Ouyang Feng."

"No, this is not the gold style of martial arts, this is the yellow style of martial arts, let me tell you..."

Yang Fan was really speechless, he came a few times by himself and got acquainted with a group of old people.

These people are relatively familiar with each other, and a young man suddenly appeared, who immediately became interested.Every time Yang Fan practiced, a mysterious appearance appeared, and he was found in several corners.

"Hi, grandparents." Yang Fan greeted with a smile.

"Young man, did you just use Huashan's Zixia magic skill or the toad skill?"

"Don't talk nonsense, the gold type is heavy on moves, and the yellow type is heavy on momentum. Just a few times ago, the aura was strong. It is definitely the yellow type of martial arts. Your vision is too shallow."

"Young man, tell me quickly, who guessed right."

Yang Fan's egg hurts instantly. When others practice martial arts, mysterious masters will appear, giving advice and accepting disciples.

Practicing by myself is a group of old men and women who buy vegetables.The gap between ideal and reality is too far away.

"That trick is called Two Lines of Orioles Mingling Green Willows, do you understand?"

"Nonsense, this is called an angry bullfight. You see, the nostrils of the bull are especially good at venting, similar to this."

Yang Fan's forehead swelled when he heard the bull's-headed and horse-mouthed words.I also hope that among these people, there is a certain legendary power hidden, who will accept herself as an apprentice with a shameless face, and let her accept her granddaughter with a shameless face, and then there are enemies, who don't bother to be beaten in the face by their children, and start their own counterattack. Life.

God blocks and kills God all the way, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.Sanqing Buddha let himself brush up experience and achieve eternity.

What a pity.

"Young man, the old man sees that you are good at martial arts, and your bones are strange, why don't you join the old man's school."

No way, what to say.Looking intently, a plump, big-eared and well-dressed old man stood out from the crowd with a mysterious smile on his face.

The old man's eyes were clear and he was full of vigor. He stood out among a group of skinny old men, and he really had the demeanor of a master.

"Ah, Lao Shi, you have been discharged from the hospital. I heard that your high blood pressure caused a stroke a few days ago."

"That's right, Old Shi, what's the matter?"

"It's a stroke, it's just a little dizzy, and I'll be fine after hanging up the water for two days."

Yang Fan's eyes darkened, it is better to have no books than to believe in books, the ancients did not deceive me.

(End of this chapter)