"Yan Peihua! What do you mean?!" I shouted at him angrily, my eyes almost burning.
"It's not interesting." Yan Peihua took out a small cherry from the lunch box and said to Zhi Bozhuang next to him while eating it, "What do you think?"
Zhi Bozhuang raised his head from a pile of books on advanced functions, adjusted his glasses slightly, and said: "Y = 1/x^2".
Yan Peihua smiled with satisfaction, but I looked at them in confusion.
Yan Peihua drew an image of Y = 1/x^2 in the air. He moved his index fingers downward first, then his left hand to the left, and his right hand to the right. He smiled and said to me: "He said I did this - perfect!"
My face changed four colors in anger, and finally I stormed off.
Yan Peihua took out another cherry from the lunch box and smiled with satisfaction.
In short, this is the story of Yan Peihua, me and many friends starting from the school uniform period.