Chapter 9 Reputation

In the corridor outside the ninth class of the third grade, a tall and handsome boy was looking at a book intently.

Yes, this boy is Song Yan who was kicked out of the classroom by Yan Weimin.

Once the supernatural powers are activated, they can't stop. Song Yan doesn't want to waste this precious time. Before the time has passed, it is good to remember more content.

In the classroom, Yan Weimin's eyes occasionally swept over Song Yan, and when he saw his appearance, he couldn't help sneering secretly: pretending.

As the get out of class drew to a close, Song Yan closed the book.

Because, the time to remember the magical powers has passed, and when his mind moved, he called up the system interface again.

Nothing else has changed, except for the fame column, which has changed from 30 points to 35 points.

It seems that the courage to gamble with Yan Weimin just now has been recognized by five classmates.

"Hehe, it's one step closer to 50!" Song Yan couldn't help but smile.

Days passed, and the weekend came in a blink of an eye. During these few days, the bet between him and Yan Weimin gradually spread in high school.

Of course, most of the students who knew about this incident felt that Song Yan was too self-aware, because when the incident spread, his previous test scores also spread.

His best score in the Chinese test was 83 points, a full 37 points away from 120 points.

If there is only a gap of more than ten points, maybe this bet will be a little suspenseful.

But 37 points, this number is too large, no one believes that Song Yan can counterattack.

After this incident spread in the school, Song Yan found that many students looked at him as if they were watching a joke.

In this regard, Song Yan was not angry. After the news spread, it brought him some benefits, because when most of the students ridiculed themselves for being too self-sufficient, a small number of students admired his courage, and they were impressed with him. I agree, so after a week, his fame value has increased to 48 points, and he is only 2 points away from reaching the 50-point lottery requirement.

In addition to the increase in fame, these days, he used the supernatural power to memorize a lot of language knowledge, and even in order to improve his writing ability, he also deliberately read several writing skills and world famous books.

As he became more and more proficient in the use of the supernatural power of recollection, his efficiency became higher and higher. Now, it only takes half an hour for him to memorize a book with more than 200,000 words.

That is to say, he can memorize 1 million words with one use of the supernatural ability.

Looking at the 48 points of fame, Song Yan decided to brush it to 50 points today. As for where to brush it, he has already thought about it.

But before brushing up on the fame, you have to go to the uncle's house for dinner.

What surprised Song Yan was that the uncle didn't come back for dinner this time. The uncle wasn't at home, and the aunt wouldn't give him a good look.

Especially at the dinner table, the aunt reprimanded him again, which made him quite depressed, but from the faint tone of the aunt, the reason why the uncle didn't go home for dinner was because the director of the Municipal Education and Education Bureau was about to go. Retirement, the possibility of uncle progress is very high, so these days have been outside to manage relationships.

If the uncle can make progress, Song Yan sincerely is happy for him.

After reprimanding Song Yan, the aunt showed a loving smile on her face and said to Song Xue, "Xiao Xue, how is your piano practice?"

Song Xuexiu frowned slightly and said impatiently, "It's alright."

"Do you have the confidence to win the award?" The aunt continued to ask.

Song Xue smiled disdainfully: "This is just an amateur competition. If I can't win a prize in this kind of competition, I won't be practicing the piano for 10 years in vain."

"That's right, our family's Xiaoxue is the best." The aunt hurriedly praised her, but she immediately changed her words: "Unlike some people, it's just that they don't do well in school, and they also learned to fight, our old Song family is a The scholarly family, how could such a disdain come out, the family is unfortunate!"

Hearing that the aunt was sarcastically turning around again, Song Yan held his breath and vowed that he would make the aunt treat him differently in the future.

Song Yan quickly put the rice in the bowl into his mouth, put down the bowl and chopsticks and said, "Auntie, Xiaoxue, I'm full, I'll go first!"

"Snapped!"

The aunt put the chopsticks on the table heavily and looked at him coldly: "Why, are you still not happy to say a few words?"

Song Yan took a deep breath and suppressed the air in his heart: "I'll go first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yan strode out of the door. He kept swallowing his aunt's anger because he was timid, but because the aunt was kind to him anyway, and at the same time, he didn't want his uncle to be embarrassed.

"White-eyed wolf...Look at Xiaoxue, he lives and eats in our house for free, and he even goes to school. He treats his elders like this, you don't want to learn from him in the future!"

Hearing the sarcastic voice coming from behind, Song Yan paused for a while, but in the end he didn't say anything, he opened the door and walked out.

After leaving the uncle's house, Song Yan felt that his body relaxed a bit, it was too depressing in that environment.

However, he began to think about going to work to earn money after the college entrance examination, so that he would not spend a cent on his uncle's family for college. He was really afraid that one day he would not be able to bear the ridicule of his uncle and break out.

Taking a deep breath, Song Yan put aside all his troubles, earning fame is important.

Zhao Family Boxing and Martial Arts Hall.

As soon as Song Yan arrived, his eyes swept away and saw that Zhao Xiaoyu was fighting with two students in the ring. It was not so much a fight, but Zhao Xiaoyu was using the two students as human flesh bags.

"Song Yan!"

When Zhao Xiaoyu in the ring saw Song Yan, he had no interest in playing with the two male students, and two consecutive whips made the two male students retreat and fell to the bottom of the ring.

There are soft pads around the ring, so it won't hurt if you fall.

"Song Yan, come up and fight me!" Zhao Xiaoyu hooked his finger at him. The last time she was defeated by Song Yan made her feel extremely depressed, so she had been looking for a chance to regain face. These few days Song Yan never came to the martial arts hall, but today she finally got the chance.

Song Yan came to the martial arts hall in order to gain fame. Even if Zhao Xiaoyu didn't challenge him, he would find a chance to fight her.

"Okay, you wait, I'll change clothes!" Song Yan smiled at Zhao Xiaoyu and walked straight to the locker room.

Looking at Song Yan's back, Zhao Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "Boy, I dared to call you brother last time, but this time I want you to look good."

Soon, Song Yan changed into his T-shirt and shorts and came to the arena, standing opposite Zhao Xiaoyu. As for the arena, there were already many male and female students. Because today was the weekend, there were many students who came to the gym, and there were five of them. Number sixteen.

Looking at the dozens of people under the ring, Song Yan was very happy, because they were the guarantee of fame.

"Song Yan, as long as you can block my ten moves this time, you will win, but I have a condition." Zhao Xiaoyu raised a finger with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"I disagree!" Song Yan shook his head.

"You coward!" Hearing Song Yan's rejection, Zhao Xiaoyu, who wanted to regain his face, couldn't help but be furious.

"Ha, don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't accept the challenge, it's that I don't need the limit of ten moves. As long as you can defeat me, I'll promise you a condition!" Song Yan said with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaoyu's expression was slightly stunned, and then he sneered: "Song Yan, don't be too confident!"

Song Yan's expression became solemn: "Men and a man spit and nails! But I have to say first, if you lose, you have to promise me a condition!"