Later, Xiang Nan helped the third, fourth and fifth children to remove the cold poison and restore their health.

"Okay, our accounts have been settled." Xiang Nan clapped his hands, glanced at the crowd and said, "If you are dissatisfied, you are welcome to come to me. I have no other abilities, I just deal with all kinds of dissatisfaction."

No one dared to look at him.

No matter how gangster they are, no matter how good they are, they still know who they dare to provoke and who they dare not provoke.

The ability Xiang Nan showed just now is no different from that of a god. If they dare to attack him again, they may not know how they will die.

No matter how stupid they are, they still know how to write the word "death", so how can they dare to go against Xiang Nan again.

Xiang Nan then sneered twice and stood up.

When everyone saw it, they quickly made way out of the way, fearing that Xiang Nan would be upset and take it out on someone else.

Xiang Nan walked out of the box with his head raised and left the Xiyuan Restaurant.

The remaining people looked at me and I looked at you, and they all let out a sigh of relief, and then half of them collapsed on the ground.

What they saw and heard just now really scared them to death. It was even scarier than seeing a ghost.

"Damn it, Tang Haibing, is he really your kid? Your kid is too awesome."

"What is the origin of your little hair? Could it be that a deity descended to earth or a fairy reincarnated?"

"Is Tataima still a human being? Who is as powerful as him? Jackie Chan and Jet Li are not the same, right?"

"In the future, if you want to make trouble for him, you can make trouble for him, but don't ever call me here again~"

They all said this one after another, and they were all scared to death by Xiang Nan.

…

Later, Tang Haibing called Xiang Nan, "Chen Xun, our brothers have agreed not to cause trouble to Fang Hui again."

"Well, thank you." Xiang Nan nodded.

"However, I still have to remind you that that woman is really not simple. You'd better be more cautious." Tang Haibing advised again.

"Hai Bing, we are young, let me advise you not to blind your eyes, let alone follow what others say." Xiang Nan asked, "How well do you know Fang Hui, and how well do you know Li He? Do you really

Are you sure they are a couple? Do you really think Li He's death was caused by Fang Hui's instigation, rather than by him trying to show off his talents and running to fight with others?

Hai Bing, you and I are both at that age, and we don’t know who is who. A little gangster was obsessed with watching "The Bewitched" and thought he was the elder brother, Chen Haonan. He insisted on pestering other girls to make friends.

He had to be jealous of a group of gangsters and was so brave and fierce. Do you think anyone else is to blame for his death?

Hai Bing, you are not young anymore and are almost an adult. You should have your own judgment and your own plans. I hope you will stop hanging out with those gangsters. Sooner or later you will do the same.

die."

"Damn it, if you want Tamar, it's not because of me, I'm too lazy to care about your life or death." Seeing his stubbornness, Tang Haibing couldn't help but cursed.

"Fuck, if I hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to you." Xiang Nan said, and then both of them hung up the phone.

…

School starts on Monday.

Lin Jiamo brings a new gadget, the Backgammon repeater.

This product was very popular at the time, and there were a lot of advertisements on TV, saying that it would help students learn English and that it could record without tape.

In fact, people now know that the reason why it does not use tapes for recording is because it contains a memory that can store a small piece of recording.

However, it was indeed a relatively new thing at the time, so everyone tried it one after another, and everyone was very envious.

"Good news, good news, life is like a joke, my words are like nonsense~" Zhao Ye said while holding the repeater.

Listening to the recording from the repeater, the students burst out laughing.

Just then, the head teacher Hou Jia came in and said, "Okay, everyone, be quiet. I have some news to announce."

"Good news, good news..." the voice came from the repeater again.

When Zhao Ye heard this, he quickly turned off the repeat reading.

"It's like this. The school received a short notice. In order to balance the honors of each school, the superiors gave our school the opportunity to participate in the 50th anniversary celebration to No. 1 Middle School. So our class's dance was cancelled." Hou Jia

explained.

When the students heard this, they were all disappointed.

They had been rehearsing for half a month and were looking forward to participating in the National Day. But now it was announced that it was cancelled. For a while, everyone was very depressed.

"Okay, okay, I understand how everyone is feeling at the moment. After all, you have put in so many days of hard work." Hou Jia clapped his hands and said, "Fortunately, this experience is still very unforgettable. I hope everyone can take it in.

Focus on your studies and put your main energy back into studying.”

Hearing what she said, the classmates could only nod.

…

Although everyone cannot participate in the 50th anniversary celebration, the school has prepared some projects to welcome the National Day.

One of them is the new blackboard newspaper competition.

But this time, Xiang Nan didn't ask Fang Hui for help. Instead, he started directly and drew a giant dragon on the blackboard, with the dragon's body forming a pattern of five crosses.

Next to it are auspicious clouds, cranes, white doves, and the words "Celebrate National Day" written in big regular script. In terms of exquisiteness and complexity, it is much better than the big tree painted by Fang Hui.

"Wow, Chen Xun, you painted this? It's really beautiful."

“Holy shit, this dragon is painted just like the real thing, it’s so impressive!”

"Chen Xun, how did you learn to draw? Why don't I know?"

The students looked at the blackboard posters drawn by Xiang Nan and exclaimed in amazement.

"Chen Xun, can you draw?" Fang Hui also asked in surprise.

The blackboard newspapers drawn by Xiang Nan are all so good in terms of layout, lines, light changes, and size proportions. Even a blind person can see it. It is really much better than her.

Comparing it with Xiang Nan's paintings, her paintings were simply the work of a primary school student. But she had clearly heard Xiang Nan say that he didn't know how to draw at all, and his hands kept shaking as soon as he picked up the brush.

Be honest, it was all a lie to her.

"I never said I couldn't draw." Xiang Nan smiled and said, "I only said that I tremble as soon as I pick up the brush, but it doesn't mean that I can't draw well."

"Then why did you ask me to draw the board report in the first place?" Fang Hui asked doubtfully.

"Fool, didn't I just create a chance for us to get along?" Xiang Nan said with a smile.

Fang Hui blushed immediately, and then rolled her eyes at Xiang Nan, "What else are you hiding from me?"

"It's gone, it's really gone." Xiang Nan waved his hands repeatedly, "If it happens again, I will curse the sky to thunder..."

When Fang Hui heard this, she quickly waved her hand, "Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, I just believe you."

"Don't worry, it's too late for me to love you. How can I bear to lie to you." Xiang Nan said, "If I hadn't been in contact with you, I wouldn't have concealed the fact that I can draw."

"Yeah." Fang Hui nodded.
Chapter completed!