My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 40 Not Martial Arts Tournament
Ye Fan's life has become dull recently, and he has been attending classes with peace of mind.

Most of the Yaojie group is chatting and farting.

Nothing nutritious.

"Third brother, are you going to participate in this financial knowledge competition?" Wang Chicong asked curiously.

Ye Fan shook his head.

"Forget it, I have no interest in this kind of competition."

"This is an opportunity."

"It is said that in this kind of competition, the three students with the best majors in the class are selected to compete with the top students from other schools. The winner in the end may go abroad for further study and pass the CFA exam."

"I want that thing to be useless."

"By the way, I heard that there are very few people applying for the exam, which proves that there is really no such thing."

Speaking of the original Ye Fan, he went to school to change his fate.

But now he doesn't need it at all.

CFA is the abbreviation of the international "Chartered Financial Analyst".

It is also recognized as the highest level certificate in the financial investment industry around the world, and is called "the first test of global finance".

But no matter how awesome it is, it can't compare to the big monsters' red envelopes.

Of course, this was Ye Fan's idea.

But other students don't think so.

They don't sign up not because they are useless, but because they are afraid that they won't pass the exam.

This kind of opportunity is hard to come by, and the rewards are especially generous.

But mules and horses have to be pulled out for a walk.

Everyone is afraid of spraining their feet.

Shame.

"Wang Shicong, who do you think is qualified to compete with you and Tian Zongyi in our class?"

"It seems that there are really none, only the two of you are the masters."

One of the students asked curiously.

Wang Chicong turned his attention to Ye Fan.

"Have you forgotten the fear of being only worthy of Ye Fan?"

hiss!
The student suddenly realized.

A pat on the head.

"I almost forgot that Ye Fan is an invisible god."

"He's been keeping a low profile recently."

Wang Sicong smiled and said: "Then remind you again, even if it is me, I usually have to ask him questions."

"Scary! Hahaha!"

Wang Chicong's admiration for Ye Fan shocked everyone.

Even if Ye Fan has a good memory.

You can memorize all the knowledge in the book.

But that doesn't mean his grades are necessarily high.

Finance, including any discipline, pays attention to drawing inferences from one instance.

Only with a certain level of savvy and mixed with one's own understanding can one reach the peak.

Ye Fan's grades have always been in the middle and upper reaches.

Not top notch.

And there are only two outstanding students in the class - Wang Shicong and Tian Zongyi.

How could he win Wang Shicong's admiration?
Could it be that he is a hidden scholar?
This made everyone puzzled.

Ye Fan's strength gradually became a mystery.

It aroused everyone's curiosity.

"Hmph, can you prove your knowledge by showing off your skills? If you memorize your textbooks, you will be a top student?"

"Then if I memorize the Analects, can I be called a saint?"

Tian Zongyi's words were more sour than vinegar.

Full of jealousy.

Before that, he had always been Li Wanhua's treasure.

But after Ye Fan showed his strength.

Li Wanhua's attitude towards him is not as good as before.

This made him hate Ye Fan.

Originally thought that Ye Fan was the chosen one.

He still dare not touch its edge.

But who knew, he was so low-key, like a coward.

Gradually, Tian Zongyi's desire for revenge grew stronger and stronger.

And today is the moment when he explodes.

"Tian Zongyi, please be careful with what you say, and don't attack personally."

Wang Chicong frowned, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face.

"Even me, you may not be sure to win, let alone Ye Fan who is ten or a hundred times stronger than me."

"And I will absolutely not allow you to insult my brother."

Wang Xicong confronted Tian Zongyi.

attracted the attention of all students.

"Hehe, I'm just telling the truth, is this an insult?"

"By the way, I haven't even set eyes on you at all, so don't be self-righteous."

"The reason why I didn't beat you before was to use you as my stepping stone and establish my number one name."

This is downright insane.

Many people were shocked.

The eyes even burst into light.

They are just people who eat melons.

The sweeter the melon, the better.

Don't look at Wang Shicong who is usually silent.

But when it comes to defending Ye Fan, he won't budge.

The aura of being a rich second generation was immediately revealed.

Incomparably strong.

"It doesn't matter if you brag a few words, but if you step on my brother, you must not."

"Oh? So what if I step on him? He is a waste. Compared with Tian Zongyi, does he have the strength?"

Tian Zongyi was full of pride.

He has great confidence in his expertise.

Even if the teacher came, he would dare to argue with seven points, let alone Ye Fan who only knows how to endorse.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound completely caused the classroom to erupt.

Wang Chicong shook his red palm.

It took him a lot of effort to slap him.

It hurts so much.

"Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated."

"You insult my brother with this mouth, I will give you a slap in the face."

"You...you dare to hit me! I'm going to sue the teacher."

There was a smile on the corner of Tian Zongyi's mouth.

As the game approached, Wang Chicong actually beat someone.

If this kind of thing gets out, he will definitely be disqualified from the competition.

At that time, Jiang Da will be his stage.

"Hmph, as you please."

"do not!"

Ye Fan held Tian Zongyi back.

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.

Typical villains sue first.

Let's not talk about insulting him first.

But he grabbed Wang Shicong's little braid.

Ye Fan didn't want to pay attention to him at first.

I didn't expect him to be so short-sighted.

That being the case, it can only teach him a little lesson.

"Well, don't you want to step on me?"

"Come on, step on it with your strength."

Tian Zong was taken aback.

"You want to challenge me?"

"I didn't want to, I can't help it."

"Okay! Hahaha, what a joke! As the class representative of our class, I have invincible professional knowledge. You really are not afraid of death."

"Huh? Who said it was professional knowledge, I mean martial arts."

"Snapped!"

Another crisp sound.

Ye Fan was much more ruthless than Wang Chicong.

Tian Zongyi was slapped into the air, completed a turn with a difficulty factor of 3.0, and landed on his face.

It's too ruthless.

The students exclaimed.

Looking at Ye Fan, his eyes were full of fear.

"We are students, why do you want to challenge me in martial arts? Are you crazy?"

Tian Zong is stern, he claims to be a literati, how can he do anything like Ye Fan, a reckless man, he can only threaten with words.

"You, you dare to hit me?"

"I am the candidate nominated by the school to participate in the financial competition."

"If I am seriously injured and unable to participate, you will definitely be punished extremely severely."

Ye Fan spread his hands: "Obviously you personally agreed, why do you want to punish me?"

"I promise you it's about professional knowledge, not fighting."

Tian Zongyi was subdued by his classmates and was furious.

"Oh! You didn't explain clearly just now, I misunderstood."

"Then come on now, let's compare our expertise."

(End of this chapter)