Falling Down the Pond

Chapter 2

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Ye Qin planned to run away with the evening self-study together, but Zhou Feng called him every quarter of an hour, and when he didn't answer, he bombarded him with text messages.

[Old grandson is here, come, come!]

[Here we go again, we're handing out chemistry test papers!]

[Your name is called, I said you are in the toilet!]

[Yi Ran also asked me where you went, will she tell her father!]

[Liao Baoyuan went to the bathroom to find you!]

[Come back soon brother, I can't stand it anymore!]

Ye Qin was so annoyed that he turned off the phone casually, lay down on the massage chair and continued to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, a friend around him called him: "Aqin, Lao Zhou is looking for you and asked you to turn it on."

Zhou Feng and Ye Qin were in the same group of friends, and every time he couldn't find Ye Qin himself, as long as he called these friends one by one, he would definitely be able to find him.

Ye Qin pressed the switch with his eyes closed, and Zhou Feng's phone rang in seconds: "Come back soon, brother, the squad leader is looking for the old grandson with the attendance sheet!"

"Hold him, I'll be there in a while." Ye Qin fell into a drowsy sleep, his head was hurting, he turned on the speakerphone and put the phone aside, groping to get up and get dressed.

"I can't hold it back, fuck!" There was a chaotic noise from Zhou Feng's end, and the voice was also pulled away, "Looking at the little arms and legs, why is it so strong?"

Just after taking a bath, Ye Qin was limp and tired, so he went to the door and asked the waiter to call a car. I originally planned to bring the bicycle with me, but the trunk couldn't fit, so I simply threw it in the lobby of the club.

Leaning in the back seat and taking a nap all the way to school, when he got out of the car he stretched, Ye Qin felt a little more comfortable, and carrying the drink he brought from the clubhouse, he swayed to the teaching building.

Stepping into the classroom with one foot, the preparatory bell for evening self-study is about to ring, Zhou Feng seems to see a savior, hugging Ye Qin is a tearful accusation, including how he fought wits with the old grandson, and how he wittily made Squad Leader Liao fall upon.

"Old Sun came from afar, and when he spoke, it was too late and then quickly. I pressed the squad leader against the wall, and covered his mouth with the other hand..."

Ye Qin imagined the scene, and shivered all over: "It's okay, it's okay, the great kindness will never be forgotten. If you don't get deducted attendance points this month, I will treat you to dinner, and you can choose any place."

Zhou Feng smiled obsequiously: "You don't need to eat, can you lend me the car to drive again? Happy birthday next month."

Among their friends, only Yeqin was eighteen years old on his ID card and had a driver's license. The car was a coming-of-age gift from Yeqin's father to his son. As a serious car owner, Yeqin's car has become a favorite in the eyes of teenagers. He is usually generous, and he has no habit of using his car as his wife. As long as the reason is right, it's no big deal to borrow it occasionally.

With approval, Zhou Feng cheerfully took out his mobile phone to send text messages under the table, then stretched his neck to look at the front row of the classroom, Sun Yiran was holding the book without moving a muscle. Zhou Feng felt bored after waiting for a while. He bumped his elbow on the book and turned Ye Qin who was dozing off: "Hey, how is your inquiry going?"

Ye Qin was confused: "What's the matter?"

The two of them were seated by the window, and occasionally a patrolling teacher passed by outside the window. Zhou Feng leaned close to his ear, and said in a low voice, "It's the private detective you asked Liu Yangfan to find for you. Is it worth it? Give me a link too. Way, let him help me find out the details of the top student in the next class."

Probably because he caught the word "xueba", Liao Yifang in the front row turned around, pushed his glasses, and looked at Zhou Feng suspiciously.

"I didn't call you." Zhou Feng pushed his shoulder and told him to turn back, "Read your book and don't mind your own business."

Ye Qin continued to cover his face with the book, and with one eye exposed half-opened, he said slowly: "Don't waste resources on this crap, go to the next class and ask, and you'll find out?"

Zhou Feng gritted his teeth: "I want his home address, birth date, up to eight generations of ancestors, down to trivial matters..."

"Why, you want to be a villain to stab him? As for what, I will enlighten you at noon." Ye Qin interrupted him, and lazily said, "It's that kind of poor guy who needs to go to such great lengths to mess with him? Isn't it Sun Yiran's birthday in a month, when the time comes, you send a bag with a perfume in it, and he, a porter, might come up with something, Sun Yiran is so picky, can he bear it?"

Zhou Feng pondered for a while, and thought it made sense, and then asked Ye Qin with a smile: "Then what are you looking for? Are you also a rival in love? The reason for asking for leave is to spy on the military situation in person?"

Ye Qin frowned, and said displeasedly, "Step on it."

Zhou Feng became interested: "Where is it, I will go with you next time, so I can take care of you in case something happens."

Ye Qin remembered the content of the report he received, saying that the woman was in poor health and lived in seclusion, and couldn't help laughing at his own father's poor taste: "What could happen."

Zhou Feng interrogated him for a long time without prying words out of his mouth, feeling bored, he also opened the book and stood it up, playing PSV behind it.

After the first class of evening self-study, Liao Yifang took a stack of A4 paper into the classroom and asked the students in the classroom to help bind it.

Ye Qin hadn't woken up yet, so he closed his eyes and pressed the words randomly, Liao Yifang shouted: "Student Ye, you have signed the words!"

With difficulty opening two slits of his eyes, Ye Qin glanced at the above words, each stroke was neat and beautiful, but he had a good handwriting. When I started again, I couldn't help being more careful. I turned back to the homepage while pressing the stapler, and read the name in the lower right corner: "Cheng... Fei... Chi?"

The first word made him unhappy. That woman was also surnamed Cheng. Although it wasn't a special surname, Ye Qin still felt that it was strange.

"Yes, it's the classmate Cheng I told you about. He used to be from the High School Attached to Normal University. He just transferred to the next class this semester." Liao Yifang said, "He won the first prize in the National Physics Competition last year. I was with him at the competition venue. We exchanged names, otherwise he wouldn't have easily lent me the notes to copy."

A classmate next to him asked, "Isn't this a chemistry notebook?"

Liao Yifang and You Rongyan: "He has a good chemistry score, and he is an all-round student with 360 degrees and no dead ends."

Ye Qin curled his lips secretly, and thought of the water the squad leader gave him today, and felt that it was not good to touch his face, so he smirked and said: "The squad leader's friends are all very good."

Zhou Feng, who didn't sleep in class and dozed off on the table after class, realized the sensitive words later, raised his head suddenly, stared and asked, "What pool? The bully in the next class?"

Ye Qin threw the notebook to him, he read the name, jumped up and went to the next door to find someone to fight, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Going to Lao Tzu's place to win people's hearts, you are so fucking brave!"

Liao Yifang was afraid that Zhou Feng would cause trouble, so he dragged him away. Sun Yiran in the front row came following the sound, was pleasantly surprised to find Cheng's notebook, threw down the sentence "Leader, I will return it for you" and happily wanted to leave the classroom, Zhou Feng was so angry that he kicked Liao Yifang to the ground with all his might, When he turned to face Sun Yiran, he turned into a bear again. In order to snatch the notebook from her hand, "Baby" and "Auntie" kept yelling.

The scene was chaotic, Ye Qin couldn't bear to watch it, he helped Liao Yifang who was clutching his calf, grabbed Sun Yiran's notebook behind his back, held it up to prevent them from grabbing it, and said helplessly, "You all go back to everyone, I'll return it."

It is said that the class next door is not only not on the same floor, but also not in the same building. From the second class of science where Yeqin was in, one had to go through a men's toilet, two flights of stairs, and a ten-meter-long corridor between the two buildings before arriving.

Science class one is a top student class, the atmosphere is completely different from other classes, there is no one chasing and making noise at the door, and it is quiet when you get close, occasionally there is the rustling sound of turning pages, which makes the wind in the end of summer become quiet and deserted.

Ye Qin bought a lollipop in the canteen in the aisle and held it in his mouth. When he knocked on the window, some students in the classroom looked up and saw that it was not related to others, so they lowered their heads and continued to study.

Ye Qin stuffed the notebook through the window and said vaguely, "Return it to your class Cheng... Cheng..."

He is insensitive to people's names, especially those who don't know their faces. The girl by the window hardly thought about it: "Cheng Feichi?"

Ye Qin nodded: "Yes, please pass it on to him."

The atmosphere of science class 1 has not changed because of Yeqin's arrival. Their way of passing things is silent. The notebooks are passed along the shortest diagonal line, table by table, to the southwest corner of the classroom. .

When the book reached the finish line, Ye Qin hadn't left yet. He was a little curious about the appearance of the top student. After all, his friend Zhou Feng had already fallen behind in studies, so he could only compare his looks to see how likely he was to win.

Unexpectedly, this Cheng surnamed Xueba was actually sleeping, lying face down on the table, only the top of his black hair was exposed. The deskmate got the notebook and touched his arm, but he just took it casually, stuffed the notebook into the belly of the desk, then adjusted a comfortable posture, buried his face in his arms and continued to sleep.

From the outline, it is indeed the same person I saw at the main entrance supermarket at noon. He is tall, with long legs curled up under the table and unable to straighten. Not afraid of the cold at all.

The lollipop did not wait for him to look up. The night wind made people's limbs feel cold, Ye Qin shrank his neck, went back for a walk without interest, and received a call from his father on the stairs.

"Self-study last night?" Ye Jinxiang asked straight to the point.

Yeqin spat out the lollipop stick in his mouth, dropped it into the trash can in front of him, and said to the phone: "Well, fuck between classes."

Ye Jinxiang seemed to be used to his son's incongruity, swallowed the words of the lesson, and changed his words: "Today is your mother's birthday, go back early after class."

"Evening self-study get out of class ends at 9:30, and the school doesn't let you leave early." There was a bit of sarcasm in Ye Qin's words, as if mocking a father who didn't even know when his son finished school.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and when Ye Jinxiang opened his voice again, his voice softened a bit, unlike in the past when he put on the airs of a superior to oppress others: "If you have time to spend with your mother, tell me if you have something you want. Dad, Dad will buy it for you."

Because of this sentence, Ye Qin kept biting his back molars until the next night of self-study, and his cheeks became stiff.

He wanted to make use of the topic to vent his anger, but he didn't expect to hit a soft nail, and he couldn't vent his anger, which made his stomach ache.

When she got home, her mother, Luo Qiuling, was still awake. Seeing her son's face turned pale, she went to the kitchen to warm him a bowl of papaya rib soup.

Ye Qin had no appetite, so he stirred listlessly in the bowl with a spoon. Knowing that he was addicted to sweets, Luo Qiuling advised him, "You have had a bad temper since you were a child, so drink something light first. If you get sick, your mother will feel sorry for you." of."

This is effective care. Ye Qin didn't want his mother to worry, so he drank a few sips with a spoon, and after drinking, he sent his mother upstairs to rest. When he saw the two bouquets of flowers in a conspicuous place in the master bedroom, he endured and endured them so that he didn't think that they were too gaudy. Take out the roses and throw them away.

The old man hasn't made any progress for a hundred years, and he can't figure out the direction to please. My mother never liked brightly colored flowers.

Lying on the bed, Yeqin tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. What he couldn't get out of his eyes were the clothes floating on the balcony of the dilapidated building, and the calm appearance of his father who said before he left home that he was going on a business trip for a week.

He regretted it a bit, he should have gone upstairs to have a look, even though the passer-by grandpa didn't know which room the woman surnamed Cheng lived in.

He has always been lucky, maybe he can meet Ye Jinxiang in the corridor.

But what can you say when you meet it? Scold him, beat him

What if my mother finds out

Thinking so wildly, the mobile phone placed by the bed suddenly vibrated.

Ye Qin picked up his phone and looked through it. The text message came from an unstored number, and there was a short line of words in it: [304, the head of the household, Cheng Xin, has a son]

His heart skipped a beat, and before it fell back to the original place, Ye Qin's fingers started to move, and he typed quickly: [name, age]

The other party responded very quickly, apparently having investigated clearly, and even answered what Ye Qin didn't ask: [Cheng Feichi, 18 years old, Class 2 (1) of Sixth Middle School]

The author has something to say:

The time here is probably in 2012, when Cheng will officially appear in the next chapter