The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City

Zhang Fan held the test paper, took a closer look, and sure enough, he could understand everything.

The multiple-choice questions no longer required any guessing. From the question types on this test paper, Zhang Fan finally realized how meticulous Ye Xuan's notes were. A quick glance covered various grammar rules and examples comprehensively.

Zhang Fan's pen moved swiftly, he knew the correct answers almost without thinking.

The front multiple-choice questions took only five minutes.

"Hmm, five minutes have passed, why hasn't Zhang Fan handed in his paper?"

Yu Qiang looked at Zhang Fan, who was still focused on writing, and felt a bit surprised. This guy, didn't he hand in his paper within three minutes last time?

Could it be that he was seriously answering the questions now?

Immediately, Yu Qiang sneered. Thinking of Zhang Fan's English level brought a crafty smile to his face.

Even if he took the questions seriously, with his level of English, his correct guesses might be even less accurate. He didn't believe that Zhang Fan could improve his English scores over one winter vacation.

Ten minutes passed, and Yu Qiang's confusion deepened. Watching Zhang Fan deeply frown in thought, his gaze grew sharper.

Could this guy be trying to cheat?

Fifteen minutes had passed, and Yu Qiang hadn't taken his eyes off Zhang Fan for a moment during the past five minutes.

Cheating? Hmph, he didn't believe he couldn't keep an eye on one person. If Zhang Fan cheated, he would make his English score a zero and have him stay in the classroom for an extra hour every night. If Zhang Fan dared to slip out, Yu Qiang was sure he could kick him out of Class Twenty-Six.

Zhang Fan was fully focused on the exam paper.

Multiple-choice questions, simple, reading comprehension, so-so, and as for the essay, a bit tricky.

His pen moved rapidly, like a dragon swirling across the paper.

Twenty-five minutes had passed, and Yu Qiang's eyes were getting dry.

Even though he hadn't caught Zhang Fan cheating, watching Zhang Fan's pen movements, he stepped off the podium and walked toward him.

When he got close, he was stunned.

Zhang Fan was writing an English essay? What? The sun must have risen from the west!

"Heh, some students with limited English skills, what's the point of copying from the reading section?" Yu Qiang said slowly, with a trace of exasperation, but the mockery was unmistakable.

"Haha."

Low laughter came from around him. Everyone knew Yu Qiang was definitely talking about Zhang Fan. In the entire class, aside from Gao Qi, only Zhang Fan had such poor English skills.

But when had Zhang Fan ever written an English essay?

Every exam, he left within three minutes, not even bothering to write his name, and now he was writing an essay?

Every time, the one not writing the essay was definitely either him or Gao Qi, but the one not writing his name was definitely Zhang Fan.

Holy crap, the sun must have risen from the west! This guy was writing an essay?

And it seemed like twenty minutes had already passed. If Yu Qiang hadn't spoken, no one would have noticed. Had this guy changed his ways?

Only Ye Xuan had a trace of displeasure on her face. She suddenly stopped and clenched her soft, pink fists.

Someone who could memorize her notes in an hour couldn't be that incompetent, could they? This Yu Qiang was really going too far.

"Some people, with nothing better to do, spout nonsense," Zhang Fan muttered, his pen still dancing.

Yu Qiang's face stiffened, turning colder as he let out a cold snort. Lowering his head, he glanced over, his whole body stiffening.

This guy's essay wasn't copied from the reading section. It looked pretty good, actually?

No way, this guy must be cheating. Otherwise, with his level, how could he write such a decent English essay?

The next moment, Yu Qiang shouted coldly, "Zhang Fan, stand up."

Zhang Fan stopped writing, his gaze icy, "You say stand up, I should stand up? Who do you think you are?"

Everyone stopped writing and turned to stare at Zhang Fan, wide-eyed.

This guy, was he out of his mind today? Talking to Yu Qiang like that, wasn't he afraid of being punished?

"Zhang Fan, who are you talking to?" Yu Qiang's face began to twitch.

"Who do you think?" Zhang Fan spun his pen, glaring coldly at Yu Qiang. This bastard had been picking on him since the first year. Before, he couldn't be bothered to talk to this jerk, but now the jerk was pushing it too far.

"You cheat and still have the nerve to talk back?" Yu Qiang roared, his voice like thunder.

Zhang Fan sneered, "Where's your proof?"

Yu Qiang's lips curled, "Do I need proof? With your garbage English, could you write such an essay? What more proof do I need?"

"I'm your daddy," Zhang Fan leaned against the wall, glaring at Yu Qiang.

Everyone was stunned. Damn, Zhang Fan must be out of his mind. Insulting Yu Qiang to his face? Wasn't he asking for trouble?

Yu Qiang was furious. In all his years of teaching, no one had ever dared insult him to his face. He raised his hand and swung it toward Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan lifted his hand, grabbing Yu Qiang's arm, then stood up. With his right hand, he punched the desk hard.

"Crack."

The solid wooden desk shattered, leaving a fist-sized hole in its surface.

Everyone was shocked.

Punching through a wooden desk? What a joke?

At that moment, they finally understood why Long Xin had lost so badly.

With that kind of strength, it was clear that Zhang Fan had let him off easy. If that punch had landed on someone, wouldn't it have broken a couple of ribs?

"Yu Qiang, I used to ignore you. What's the big deal? You say I cheated, so I cheated? Then if I say I'm your father, do you have proof I'm not? Wanna fight? Let's take it outside the school," Zhang Fan was really furious now. Cheating? Did I copy anyone? Did I look up answers in a book? Did I use my phone? And now you're hitting me? Even a clay figure has a temper.

Yu Qiang was so frightened by Zhang Fan's punch that his face turned pale, sweat pouring from his forehead. At the same time, he felt Zhang Fan's grip like an iron claw on his wrist, and he panicked, "I'm a teacher, do you know that hitting a teacher can get you expelled from school immediately?"

Zhang Fan released him, a cold smile curling his lips, "Did I hit you?"

"You, you're out of control, just wait. I'll get the principal, and I'll make sure you get expelled today," Yu Qiang turned and ran, like a winter melon rolling on the ground.

"Tch," Zhang Fan scoffed. This guy was really trying to ruin me, getting expelled in senior year would destroy my future.

"Fan-ge, you're awesome!"

A girl exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration.

"Don't worry, I'll testify that Yu Qiang tried to hit you first," Ye Xuan said softly, with a touch of anger on her face.