Zhang Fan's hand was very fast, and a few lines of his writing appeared on the blackboard in a short while.

[Now, I have an old-fashioned flashlight in my hand.

Holding it, I felt an unreliable feeling in my heart.

I observed it, and like other old-fashioned flashlights, it has a lid on the hip that can be opened by rotating it.

Opening the lid, as I expected, I was silent when it was empty inside.

My brows frowned tightly, and the feeling of wanting to throw myself into the lake came from all directions, because I was faced with a difficult choice-whether to go downstairs to buy two batteries or find two batteries at home.

It's like my life, it's hard to predict changes, but where is it not troublesome in life, although it is daytime, and I haven't eaten breakfast yet.

However, as an old-fashioned flashlight, it does not have two AA batteries in it, which is very, very unreasonable.

Has anyone heard of such a thing? What no one has heard of, how can I allow it to happen? ? I am human too! I also have feelings! ! !

It's just... making choices, it's really, really, difficult.

Go downstairs to buy batteries, wear clothes and pants, beware of forgetting to bring your keys, avoid the speeding cars on the street, and be wary of meteorites in the sky; thinking of this, I am silent...

But if you look for it at home, my dear friends, it's this year. Who else has a AA battery in the house?

After thinking about it, I was in a dilemma. I thought about it for about two hours.

Finally, he couldn't help but sighed deeply.

Well, I can only put the two AA batteries in my pocket.

These two batteries are a token of love from my girlfriends before and after. I thought I didn’t have to make such sacrifices. In fact, they are not. Everyone is involved in the whirlpool between the flashlight and the battery.

A person's life is a life of solving problems. If you have an old-fashioned flashlight whose center of gravity is not right, then you can put the battery in, then pull it out and put it away again.

Life is the same. If you feel that your life is unsatisfactory, why not take it out like this battery and put it out again?

Perhaps, changing life experience is not a beautiful thing!

I am not teaching the world any great principles, I am just awakening them so that everyone can understand that in this sleepy era, someone really needs to wake up! 】

Zhang Fan finished...

Everyone fell silent.

Rolling, unconditional rolling!

If the sentence just now is just using some rhetoric, then this sentence is simply a revival of literature and art!

Completely crushed! ! !

Everyone was shocked...

Even Li Ya on the stage lowered his head in shame at the moment, and quickly fled back to his seat.

But no one laughed at Li Ya, because what they were facing today was a complete monster!

It’s the strongest and the least, Zhang Fan!

After a long silence, a third classmate finally appeared.

He slowly walked onto the podium, appearing so calm every step of the way.

No one knows whether he will succeed, but if he fails, he is destined to be unable to keep his head up in this classroom!

Looking at the third challenger, Zhang Fan spoke slowly.

"Go ahead, what do you want to challenge?"

"Writing style!!"

After speaking, Nan Tian demonstrated on the blackboard.

[An old man poked me with an umbrella on the subway and told me to give up my seat. 】

After the evolution of literature.

[That tall old knight—the people here call him Statt, holding a bright umbrella, and stabbing towards me, I can’t resist this heavy force, and I fall from the love seat Down. 】

After taking a look at the demonstration, Zhang Fan immediately reacted.

Then eloquently followed and wrote.

These are all thanks to option 5 triggered by Zhang Fan, which can be used in advance to obtain God-level abilities.

[The tall and strong old man is standing in the subway, full of spirits, he raised Poseidon’s halberd and launched a charge towards another great warrior, trying to tear his legs to gain the supremacy of the love seat glory. 】

Seeing Zhang Fan coming with his hand, Nan Tian was shocked in front of him. He didn't expect Zhang Fan to be so powerful! ?

But it doesn't matter, he hasn't lost this competition yet, because there is still stock in his mind! !

[The old man used to be a navy, stood upright, his left hand stiffly squeezed the grip of the subway, his right hand lifted the umbrella with a gun, and said in a rough and cold old voice: "Hey! Young man, take you. Give me your place!"】

After seeing the attack, Zhang Fan was also a little surprised that the man in front of him hadn't been defeated.

Not bad!

However, in this scene, in the eyes of other students, they seemed to have seen hope, and they applauded at Nantian.

"Good classmate! You are really amazing!"

"Idol! You will be my idol classmate in the future! Take this opportunity to defeat Zhang Dashao in one go!"

"Hahaha, Master Zhang is doomed to fail this time, what will he fight with us!!!"

...

However, when the students were halfway through their joy, Zhang Fan picked up the chalk in his hand again and began to write eloquently.

[In this ridiculously cold weather, I took a few pieces of bread crumbs and boarded the first subway to work at the old landlord’s house.

It's just that when I was curled up on the wall, trying to get some heat, an old aristocrat who was well dressed but had a terrifying and ugly face walked in.

"Get up, cheap bones!"

He didn't even look at me face-to-face, but drew my feet with an umbrella instead of a cane. 】

"Fuck!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

As soon as Zhang Fan finished writing, incredible looks appeared in the entire classroom.

It's like this again!

It feels like a resurgence of literature and art, frantically exploding in their hearts! ! !

They were completely shocked!

Everyone became nervous about the Nan Tian in front of them, and they cast their sights one after another, looking at him in front of the blackboard.

Looking at the literature written by Zhang Fan, Nan Tian's heart suddenly exploded, but before he could admit defeat, Nan Tian bit his head and started writing again.

[Ah, that old man, it is the guy my lover wants to call his father, who is coming to take away my seat.

The umbrella in his hand pierced my heart, he wanted to pick away the lingering memories of me and his daughter among the rose bushes, and dissolve the once glorious, beautiful and irreplaceable things in this world. 】

When Nan Tian finished writing, everyone shouted.

"Hahaha! It's Nantian, it's amazing! The romantic literature broke Zhang Shao's realism literature!"

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