I Have an Immortal Emperor Uncle Who Farms at Home Chapter 13: Face-Slapping Moment

"Principal, since everything has been handled, we’ll be heading off now."

At this moment, Ye Qingcheng was feeling incredibly happy inside. She never imagined that Ye Fan could actually score such a high mark of 149 without even reviewing beforehand.

Her eyes were full of light, as if she could already see the day Ye Fan's name appeared on the top of the rankings board.

"Mm. Ye Fan, come to class starting tomorrow," Zhang Jinshan looked at Ye Fan and added, "And remember, don’t be late."

Ye Fan didn’t say anything, just nodded slightly in response. Then, carrying Nuonuo in his arms, he followed Ye Qingcheng out of Zhang Jinshan’s office.

But as soon as the door opened, they bumped into Liang Huaiyu, who had rushed over after receiving the notification.

Liang Huaiyu nodded briefly at Ye Qingcheng and the others, though inwardly she was puzzled, why was Ye Qingcheng smiling at a time like this?

After returning the nod politely, Ye Qingcheng left with Ye Fan and Nuonuo.

"Principal Zhang, you asked for me, what’s the matter?"

"Hahaha, Teacher Liang, no need to rush," Zhang Jinshan said as he handed the test paper on his desk to Liang Huaiyu. "Take a look at this first."

Liang Huaiyu took the test paper with both hands and read it from beginning to end. Her initially confused expression quickly turned to one of shock. "Principal, whose test is this?"

The score—149—stood out clearly on the paper. She thought hard for a moment. The highest score in her class was only 139. She couldn’t help but wonder, "Could this be from a student in another town?"

"Teacher Liang, this was done just now by Ye Fan."

Hearing this, Liang Huaiyu was completely stunned. No matter how hard she tried to imagine it, she never thought Ye Fan, who had missed a whole year of school could score 149.

"Principal Zhang, that’s impossible! Ye Fan hasn’t even studied second year material!"

"Hahaha, Teacher Liang, he took the test sitting right in front of me and he only used one hour."

"What? He reached that level in just one hour?"

This test paper as a math teacher, even she couldn’t guarantee she’d score 149 in just one hour.

"That’s right," Zhang Jinshan said as he slowly stood up, hands behind his back. "This kid really changed my opinion of him."

"If that’s true, then Ye Fan really is a genius."

"Oh right, Teacher Liang, I plan to assign Ye Fan to Class One. What do you think?"

Naturally, Liang Huaiyu understood what this meant. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Principal Zhang, of course that’s no problem. In that case, don’t forget to give me a performance bonus."

"What do you mean by that?"

"With one more student headed to Peking University, don’t you think I deserve it? Hehehe."

"Hahaha, Teacher Liang, that won’t be a problem at all."

……

On the other side, not long after Ye Fan stepped out of the principal’s office, he ran into Chen Zhihao and Han Cong.

"Ye Fan, is it really you?"

Chen Zhihao couldn’t believe his eyes. He even rubbed them hard, and after making sure he wasn’t mistaken, he rushed over and hugged Ye Fan tightly while "pouring out his sorrow."

"Ye Fan, you don’t know how much I missed you during the year you were gone. Every day I hoped you were up there in the heavens—"

"Hey, hey, Zhihao, don’t talk like that. I just left, I didn’t actually leave for good."

"Isn’t that the same thing?"

"Same my ass."

"Ow—Uncle Zhihao, you’re hurting me."

"Oh! Sorry, Nuonuo. I just missed your uncle too much."

Only then did Chen Zhihao loosen his tight hug and realize Ye Fan was carrying Nuonuo in his arms, and Ye Qingcheng was standing right beside him.

Chen Zhihao politely greeted her, "Sister Ye, you’re here too."

"Mm." Ye Qingcheng simply nodded in response.

"By the way, bro, I heard from Han Cong you were in the principal’s office?"

"Yeah, man. They had me do the mock exam you guys just took. The principal said if I passed, I could return to the class."

"What? That’s insane!" Chen Zhihao and Han Cong shouted at the same time, not even stopping to think.

"What? What’s the problem?" Ye Fan asked seriously.

"Of course there’s a problem, a big one. You don’t know, but only one person in the whole school scored over 100 on that test. And more than twenty people just barely passed."

"Then Zhihao, how did you do?"

"Me? Of course I’m one of those twenty barely-passed candidates."

As he spoke, Chen Zhihao scratched his head awkwardly.

"Hahaha, that’s so like you."

"You’re laughing? You’re no better than me! I’m going to be your senior from now on."

"What do you mean by that?"

"With your scores, even passing is a stretch and you think you can return to Class One?"

Both Chen Zhihao and Han Cong didn’t even need to guess Ye Fan’s test results. In their minds, it was obvious he hadn’t passed.

"Who says I can’t go back?"

"Come on, bro, stop joking around. Whatever, whatever, I’ll take care of my junior."

Their conversation made Ye Qingcheng, standing nearby, cover her mouth and chuckle.

"Alright, Ye Fan, let’s go. We still have to register Nuonuo."

"Okay, sis." After replying, Ye Fan looked at Chen Zhihao and Han Cong and said, "Guys, see you tomorrow."

"Go on, go on, my good junior. No matter what, you’ll always be our brother."

Han Cong chimed in too, "Yeah, no matter what, you’re still our brother."

Looking at the smug expressions on their faces, Ye Fan gave them both a fierce glare. "You two just wait and see."

After that, Ye Fan, Ye Qingcheng, and Nuonuo walked away.

"Sigh, I’m just glad he’s back. Doesn’t matter whether he’s in lower year or not."

As they spoke, the two burst out laughing.

……

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

Not long after Ye Fan left the school gates, the bell signaling the start of class rang out.

"Chen Zhihao, how was it? Can Ye Fan come back?"

After returning to the classroom, several students curiously asked Chen Zhihao for updates.

Some of them were just there for the gossip, not because they genuinely cared whether Ye Fan could return or not.

Chen Zhihao could tell right away who those people were. "Can you guys, one by one, stop being so gossipy like old ladies?"

However, in the very next second, he couldn't resist and began talking about Ye Fan anyway.

Seeing this, Han Cong—standing nearby—gave him a thumbs-up in admiration.

"What? The principal said he had to pass? And it was that same mock exam we all took?"

"That's right," Chen Zhihao replied, pretending to look pained.

"He's done for then," the boy who had asked the question shook his head and said.

"Exactly. Looks like we’ll just have to accept that guy as our junior."

Bang...

At that moment, Liang Huaiyu walked into the classroom carrying textbooks. She glanced briefly at Chen Zhihao and the others who had just been speaking, then walked up to the podium.

"Everyone, I have an announcement," Liang Huaiyu said after a brief pause. "Starting tomorrow, Ye Fan will be joining us in class."

"What? Coming back? With us?" Chen Zhihao stared at her in disbelief.

"What’s the matter, Chen Zhihao? Is there a problem with that?"

"No, no, Miss Liang, I didn’t mean it like that… It’s just that Ye Fan didn’t even pass that exam, so…"

"Who told you he didn’t pass?" Liang Huaiyu interrupted him, then continued, "By the way, I’d also like to let you all know. The top score on the math mock exam has changed."

"Wasn’t it Ling Qingyue at the top? Who else could beat her?"

"Exactly!"

"Well, someone did. And that someone is Ye Fan, the one who’s about to join your class," Liang Huaiyu said each word slowly and clearly.

"Oh my god… Ye Fan actually came first?"

Before the classroom could erupt into chatter, Liang Huaiyu added, "And Ye Fan’s score was 149."

As soon as that number was announced, the entire room was once again stunned. In an instant, the classroom burst into an uproar.

However, among the excitement, one person began to feel jealous.