371: C371 I'm Not Your Boss

C371 I'm Not Your Boss

They thought it was some kind of physical punishment.

They didn't expect it to be something as simple as self-reflection.

Everyone expressed that they could accept it.

Ye Fan nodded. "Alright, since everyone agrees."

"Then announce the following solutions."

"Remove the punishment of firing Anyang and the others."

"And considering your good attitude in admitting your mistake."

"Punish each person to write a self-reflection. The punishment is three hundred thousand words per copy. Time limit: half a month. Completed!"

Three hundred thousand words?

F * ck!

Is this a f * cking self-reflection or a lengthy novel?

The key was still writing. This was the rhythm of breaking one's fingers.

It was simply impossible to achieve it.

I heard that the loser writer who wrote My WeChat is connected to Demon Realm also didn't have this kind of hand speed.

This was virtually an impossible mission.

Kong Nei and the others were first stunned.

Then, a sense of humiliation arose in their hearts.

No wonder Ye Fan was so easy to talk to.

It seemed like he wanted to humiliate them.

What tolerance? What great love? It was all bullshit.

Playing with talents was the goal.

"Hahaha, it's actually 300,000 words. Teacher Ye really doesn't play according to the rules."

"If that's the case, I feel much better."

"Not only am I comfortable, but I also sympathize with them."

...

Tung Shou and the others laughed.

Suddenly, the sulky feeling in their hearts disappeared.

The way they looked at Ye Fan also changed, and became even more respectful.

That quiet man was the teacher in their dreams.

Because he never let us down.

No matter what, they won't be able to finish writing the review.

But to deal with it simply, Kong Nei and the others can still do it.

As the saying goes, money makes the devil push the mill.

As long as the money was in place, all the glass would be shattered.

Not to mention a mere three hundred thousand words reflection, even two million words were nothing to scoff at.

Kong Nei, Ma Hee, and the others exchanged glances.

They seemed to have seen through each other's thoughts.

This meant that they could accept this punishment.

However, what Ye Fan said next made them feel as if they had fallen from heaven to hell.

"Oh right, Anyang."

Ye Fan pointed at the people in the holes and said, "Leave their handwriting behind later. We will compare them with the self-reflection."

"If the handwriting is correct, then we can prove that they wrote it by hand. Do you understand?"

"Yes, teacher."

Anyang smiled playfully.

She agreed to this assignment.

This was good.

Their hopes of cheating were completely shattered.

This was way too f * cking amazing.

Kong Nei and the others were all on the verge of tears. They looked like they were about to die.

However, no one dared to refute him.

Kong Yi had already ordered Ye Fan to deal with it.

Even his grandfather was useless, let alone his grandson.

He watched as the crowd remained silent for a long time.

Ye Fan asked coldly, "Didn't you hear what I said? Is there a problem?"

Kong Nei and Ma Hee quickly waved their hands.

"No, we will go back and write now. Even if we die, we will hand it over."

"En, go."

Everyone dispersed.

It could be said to have given the squad leader a huge face.

Everyone started cheering in unison.

"Long live Teacher Ye!"

"Long live Teacher Ye!"

...

"Alright!"

Ye Fan waved his hand.

"I won't be coming tomorrow. You guys take care of yourselves during the trial, got it?"

"It's alright if you pass, but if you don't, don't tell anyone that I taught you guys."

"Then who taught you?" Sun Shiyin slowly walked over, her eyes full of anger.

What kind of words were these?

You stole all the credit for passing the exam.

Do I have to take the blame for the student's elimination?

This is too unfair.

Ye Fan gave a silly smile. "It doesn't matter who taught it. The main thing is that the students' talent is not good."

"Hahaha!"

Everyone laughed loudly.

"Teacher Ye is giving us too much face."

"He is full of the desire to live."

"Don't worry, we will do our best!"

...

"Alright, I'm leaving! Come over when you have time."

Ye Fan left without any hesitation.

That elegant back was thin, but it seemed to contain endless energy.

"Ai, it would be great if I were Teacher Ye. He is truly admirable."

"Who says so? Teacher Ye is someone else's child."

Actually, they were all around the same age.

But they could only be students, but Ye Fan was a teacher.

This gap had caused a huge gap between them from the very beginning.

And at this moment, the gap had already disappeared.

One. Why are you jealous of someone you simply can't surpass?

You don't even have the interest to be an enemy.

It's just like how your grades are only 20 in your class.

Your competitor should be in the top 10, top 5 in your class, and not number one in the country.

This was the difference!

...

Back at school.

Ye Fan didn't plan to go to school. He went straight back to his dorm to be a salted fish.

There was no one in the dorm. It was obvious that they hadn't finished class yet.

He had originally wanted to chat with the demons in the group.

But who would have thought that the group would be so depressed today that almost no one spoke.

Ye Fan smiled bitterly.

It can't be, because my appearance turned the lively group into a dead group?

No one chatted, no games, and they changed to practice?

He wanted to start a conversation.

However, he thought that he should still be cultivating.

He held it in.

Forget it, let's play a game.

I just finished a League of Legends.

The door to the dormitory was opened.

A few people walked in.

"Mo, when did you come back? Have you had lunch?"

Wang Yiqiao asked while carrying a serving of fried rice.

"Third Brother must have eaten. When have he ever been short of food?"

Yue Peng's eyes were vigilant.

He put the pancake he just bought into his chest, afraid that Ye Fan would snatch it from him.

He was the killer of the pancake.

He would never let go of a pancake once he saw it.

This was the luxurious version that Yue Peng had bought with great determination. There were grilled sausages, fried eggs, thin crispy slices, Wei Long, and potato strips.

He did not want to fulfill Ye Fan's wish.

"I really haven't eaten it yet! What did you buy? Let's eat together." Ye Fan said indifferently.

"No!"

As soon as he finished speaking.2

Yue Peng let out a heart-wrenching roar.

It was as if he had been bullied by someone.

But those who understood it all understood.

At this moment, his pancake no longer belonged to him.

Ye Fan ate the fruit and asked curiously, "Hee Lo, aren't you busy picking up girls? Why did you have time to come today?"

Hee Lo said angrily, "Boss, I come here often. Okay? It's just that you are always not in the dormitory, so you only see me less often. "

Ye Fan smiled awkwardly.

"So that's how it is, haha!"

"What about you? Fei Wu, what are you doing here?"

"Boss, I'm here to see you too. I won the Taekwondo championship a few days ago, so I have to thank you. "

Fei Wu had gotten to know him during the Taekwondo class.

He had always wanted to acknowledge Ye Fan as his boss.

However, Ye Fan never let go.

Because he really didn't want to accept it.

He kept feeling that Fei Wu was hiding something under the surface, so he kept dragging it...

Ye Fan still shook his head this time. "Don't call me boss. I'm not your boss either. Call me by my name."

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