MMP, are you done?

Looking at Zhang Fan holding Ye Xuan, a group of men were dumbfounded!

Even the invigilator in the classroom had his eyes widened!

Zhang Fan, are you crazy?

Show?

Popularity?

It’s simply seeking death!

The next moment, the news that Zhang Fan handed in his paper in fifteen minutes spread again!

Man: MMP, what does this bitch want to do?

Girl: So cool!

Huang Sansheng: I believe you, you are so evil!

He Yang: Brothers and sisters, Brother Fan has fifteen minutes to hand in the paper!

Headquarters of the Face-Slapping Group: emmm... Brother Fan is pretending to be a show-off this time, and I feel like he’s going to fail!

At 4:30 p.m., the third make-up exam began quietly!

As always! Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Fan handed in the paper directly!

"The make-up exam is over, Ye Zi, let's go see the busty girl!"

This sentence shocked everyone in the corridor.

Damn, are you done with the make-up exam?

What the hell?

Are you done with three subjects?

Isn't that the case?

Twelve credits, which means Zhang Fan must get excellent results in the art major, and must pass the other two subjects to be OK!

Is this fucking possible?

This guy Zhang Fan, all three subjects were handed in in fucking fifteen minutes, right?

That’s it, do you still want to get an excellent pass in two subjects?

Are you kidding me?

At this moment, everyone was shocked!

Countless people looked at Zhang Fan as if he were a madman!

Seeing the disappearance of Zhang Fan and Ye Xuan, the situation exploded in an instant.

"Breaking news, Zhang Fan turned in his paper in fifteen minutes for the third time! And, he only made up three subjects!"

"What? Another fifteen minutes to hand in the paper?"
Chapter completed!