If you are asked to take charge of the specialty class, how can you become a top student?

Chapter 982 We are scientists!
Wang Xu quickly called Yan Mao, but no one answered for a long time.

Decisively called Fan Kun again.

Fan Kun went over to help.

Fan Kun's call finally got through: "What's wrong?"

"Why did everyone lose the pork you bought?" Wang Xu hurriedly said: "Still not coming back? What time is it?"

Fan Kun said dumbfounded: "Yan Mao is killing pigs there himself!"

Wang Xu rolled his eyes: "I'm afraid he has too much time to do! He can't just let others kill him, he has to go over and join in the fun!"

"I don't know what he is thinking!" Fan Kun said helplessly: "As soon as he saw someone killing a pig, his eyes lit up and he insisted on rushing forward to perform the knife. I couldn't stop him!"

Wang Xu was speechless after hearing this.

No one in Class Seven is normal.

Except Liu Yuchen and I.

After hanging up the phone, Fan Kun sat aside, dumbfounded.

The pig was just killed.

Then a group of people watched Yan Mao kill the pig.

That technique amazed a group of slaughtering professionals.

There's just something wrong with this young man.

When others kill pigs, they just go to the knife.

Before the young man wanted to kill the pig, he had to hold the knife for a long time with his eyes closed.

I always feel like my brain is not very smart.

Fan Kun couldn't help much, so he found a seat and sat down.

Boring is really boring.

So I took out a ball of wool from my backpack and knitted a sweater. While I was knitting a sweater, I was still muttering: "Adjacent molecules can be divided into... based on their characteristics..."

Of course, what I memorize is the content in the subject of molecular weaving.

Knitting is just a way to pass the time.

We are future scientists certified by the Military Science Institute!

Ever since the thing Fan Kun tinkered with was certified by the Institute of Military Science, Fan Kun's life was really not easy.

The people at the Military Science Institute didn't ask him for anything, but Brother Feng had to make him read all day long.

Let’s just say that Brother Feng is a bit contemptuous of others.

Although my favorite university is Jiangnan University, Brother Feng, how can you insult me ​​and say that I am short-sighted! ?

I don’t know who Jiangnan University has offended.

Anyway, since then, Zhou Feng has acquired a lot of books on related molecular weaving subjects.

Of course, it also includes the information sent by Chen Chu.

Zhou Feng will take a short test every three to five weeks.

If this is passed, I will get a free homework ticket.

If you can't pass, you have to give back two.

But so far, Fan Kun has lost eight cards.

No idea!

The questions Zhou Feng gave varied in difficulty.

Anyway, Fan Kun just felt that he was being manipulated by Brother Feng and had to carry it.

Eight free homework coupons!
I have been saving for half a year!

No matter what, we have to get back the original.

So Fan Kun had to work hard.

Yan Mao on the side was very excited about killing pigs.

Several hundred kilograms of pigs were quickly decomposed by him.

It's quite pleasing to watch.

After all, according to everyone's plan, they are probably going to stay in Green River for a while.

Based on the average food intake of Class [-] people, it is almost as much as one pig a day.

Especially in Class [-], there are three big rice cooks: Wang Lebang, Tian Xiao and Sun Jiaojiao, so everyone else has to step aside.

Isn't this a good relationship with the slaughterhouse?
Yan Mao also specially showed off his knife skills in order to better close the relationship between the butchers.

Wouldn’t it be much more convenient to buy pigs later?
As soon as I finished my work, I was ready to leave for Lao Chen's house.

Yan Mao quickly shouted to Fan Kun who was knitting a sweater: "Stop knitting, stop knitting, come here and pick up the pork!"

"Okay!" Fan Kun responded and quickly stuffed everything back into his bag.

A group of butchers just reacted at this moment, and they couldn't help but look at each other in confusion.

Seeing Fan Kun knitting a sweater there, this scene was inexplicably... weird.

What's more, Fan Kun was still too hot, so he took off his jacket and wore a T-shirt. His arm muscles were still very strong.

Emmm...

"Macho Man Knitting Sweater"

The two hurriedly took the pork and returned to Chen Chu's house.

Zhu Chuhong was stunned by this scene.

She did know that two children went to buy pork, but she thought that to buy pork was just to buy a dozen pounds at the market, but she was surprised that Yan Mao and Fan Kun actually pushed it back in a trolley.

At a glance, it must weigh at least two to three hundred pounds.

It’s all meat!
"Why do you buy so much meat?"

"Grandma, aren't there a lot of people here? So I bought some more!"

"Then it's not like we just buy one right away!?"

"Our class eats a lot of food!" Yan Mao pointed to Wang Lebang who was busy there: "Grandma, do you believe that he can wipe out a third of it by himself?"

Zhu Chuhong's eyes widened: "How is this possible? Pigs are not so good at eating...ah, no, I mean it can support people!"

"It's okay, I can't hold him up, he just went out for a walk and lost his appetite." Yan Mao said quickly: "Grandma, don't talk anymore, I will send pork to Wang Yuanxin!"

With that said, he quickly pushed the trolley into the kitchen.

Zhu Chuhong was still a little confused, but she didn't take it to heart. She thought that even if she couldn't finish eating today, she could just save it for tomorrow.

After all, judging from the behavior of these children, it is estimated that they will stay at home for two or three days.

Of course, there is another problem that comes with it, and that is New Year's money.

After all, other people’s children are coming over to pay New Year greetings. It’s definitely not appropriate for you not to give New Year’s money!
Without thinking about it, Zhu Chuhong called Chen Chu out of the room.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

"Come here, I'll discuss something with you!"

Chen Chu said oh and followed his mother around to the warehouse at the back.

I thought there would be no one, but as soon as I walked around to the warehouse at the back, I saw Liao Kunyang sitting on a small bench, holding a paint tray in one hand, with an easel and drawing board in front of him, and he was painting there.

Chen Chu just took a glance and realized that Liao Kunyang had painted exactly the scene today.

"Grandma!"

"Old Chen."

Liao Kunyang quickly stood up to greet him.

Zhu Chuhong didn't expect that there were people behind her, so she immediately said with a smile on her face: "Oh! My child, you are painting! You are really good at painting!"

"So-so." Liao Kunyang smiled, looked at Old Chen again, and said, "Old Chen, do you want me to step aside?"

"Okay, you can avoid it for a while! Okay, I'll come over and call you!"

Liao Kunyang then took the paint tray and brush and left.

"Chen Chu..."

Just as Zhu Chuhong was about to speak, Chen Chu made a gesture of silence and quietly poked his head around the corner. He saw Wang Xu and about ten people hiding in the corner and eavesdropping.

"What are you doing!?"

Chen Chu shouted coldly.

The group of people immediately dispersed like birds and beasts.

Chen Chu rolled his eyes secretly, then turned back to continue the discussion with his mother.

In fact, as soon as he saw his mother's attitude, he knew that she was definitely talking about the New Year's money.

"Chen Chu, how much do you think this will cost?"

"Twenty per person is enough."

Zhu Chuhong's eyes widened: "Are you kidding me? At least one hundred per person, right?"

"Mom, you don't have to worry about this. Just leave it to me. Then I'll go out first!"

"Where are you going?"

"Typing and copy shop."

Zhu Chuhong was stunned: "Why are you going to the typing and copying shop?"

"Don't ask so many questions. You don't need to prepare red envelopes. I stopped by and bought them."

Chen Chu waved, turned and left.

(End of this chapter)