Yu Fan felt that he could hit two Yu Kaiming with one hand now, so after he came out of the hospital, he took a taxi straight home.
The taxi driver had been driving all day and was a little stuffy, with the front windows half open.
He glanced at the people in the back seat: "Little brother, is it okay to open the window?"
Yu Fan said, "No."
The wind was blowing in from the front seat, and it was a little cold on the face. Yu Fan subconsciously retracted his chin into his collar, and a faint smell of detergent floated into his nostrils.
He frowned, lowered his head following the smell, and glanced at the slightly loose white down jacket on his body.
"..."
Forgot to return the clothes.
Bring him to school tomorrow.
At the entrance of the community, Yu Fan got out of the car and thought about it, then took off his coat and held it in his hand.
So as not to get dirty after a while.
But obviously he was thinking too much. There was a power outage at home, and no one could find someone to open the lock in the middle of the night. Yu Kaiming went out last night and hasn't come back yet.
Yu Fan returned home, locked the door behind him, and glanced at the door of his room when he turned around and entered the house.
The door had been kicked, and there were still a few obvious footprints on it, which showed Yu Kaiming's incompetence and fury at that time.
Yu Fan closed his eyes coldly, turned and went back to the room.
The next day, Yu Fan walked into the school gate with a heavy white down jacket in his arms, feeling like an idiot.
I was sick yesterday and didn't feel much wearing it, but now I think the coat is too thick.
Is Chen Jingshen weak
Yu Fan stepped on the morning reading bell and entered the classroom. Zhuang Fangqin came very early today and was already sitting on the podium at this moment.
When Wang Lu'an saw him, he winked at him desperately. Before Yu Fan could react, Zhuang Fangqin stood up sullenly.
"Yu Fan, come out with me." She glanced at the people in the classroom, "The morning reading has started, and the English class representative came up to take the reading."
So Yu Fan turned around and left the classroom before his butt touched the seat.
"What did you do yesterday?" In the corridor, Zhuang Fangqin crossed his arms and asked.
Yu Fan: "Sleep."
"anything else?"
In normal times, he can say a lot. But Yu Fan thought about it for a long time, and he was sure that he did nothing but sleep yesterday.
"Don't say it." Zhuang Fangqin glanced at the people in the classroom, "Did you send Chen Jingshen to the hospital?"
"..."
Seeing the clothes in his hand, Zhuang Fangqin was shocked: "It's fine if you hit someone, but you still grab someone else's coat?"
For some reason, Yu Fan suddenly remembered that he punched last night and was easily held by Chen Jingshen.
"I didn't hit him." At least not.
Yu Fan paused, "How did you hear that?"
"I saw it in the school group, you and him in the hospital—" Zhuang Fangqin stopped talking while talking.
Yu Fan: "Okay, have you sneaked into the school group?"
Not only did she get in, but she also set up keyword reminders in the group, and she would receive reminders as soon as someone said Yu Fan's name.
Zhuang Fangqin: "Of course not, it was a picture sent to me by another classmate."
"..."
"Then what did you go to the hospital for last night?"
Yu Fan swallowed the words he explained.
"I lied to you, I beat him up." After a long while, Yu Fan leaned against the wall and said casually, "I'm annoyed by his top-notch behavior. I'm sure I'll beat him up next time."
Zhuang Fangqin raised his eyebrows and looked at him quietly.
She has been with Yu Fan for more than a year, and she can tell at a glance whether a boy is telling the truth or nonsense.
Sure enough, the next moment, Yu Fan said: "So you move his seat quickly, so that I don't have to do it again."
Zhuang Fangqin's heart slowly eased after mentioning it all night.
It's fine if you don't fight, but Yu Fan is still carrying punishment on his body, and if he makes another major demerit, the problem will be serious.
That's why she felt that Yu Fan wouldn't do anything to her classmates for no reason, but she still wanted to ask him out.
But since Yu Fan was so repulsive in his heart, maybe he should consider changing this seat.
If two classmates can't even coexist peacefully, then don't expect anything else.
"Okay," Zhuang Fangqin raised his chin toward the classroom, "Go in for morning reading."
Yu Fan returned to his seat, only to realize that half of the class was looking at him.
He has long been used to this kind of staring ceremony, but today he feels particularly uncomfortable. So he closed his eyes and looked back one by one.
After all those heads turned back, Yu Fan went to look at the people next to him.
Chen Jingshen was dressed thinner today than yesterday, only wearing a coat, and was reciting English words.
He looks lazy, his lips are a little pale, and he looks sick when he is expressionless.
It seems to be really weak.
Yu Fan realized it later, so last night he took off his coat and sat in the hospital all night, what could be more embarrassing
Chen Jingshen's voice was not loud, but his voice was a little deeper than the others, and he stood out from Wu's protracted reading.
While thinking about it, he suddenly covered his lips and coughed.
Yu Fan came back to his senses and gave him the down jacket roughly: "I forgot yesterday, return it to you."
Chen Jingshen was late last night with the questions, so he didn't have much energy.
With a "hmm", he took it and put it on his lap, raised his eyelids and continued to read the words.
Yu Fan leaned back on the chair and turned to look at him.
Two minutes later, he turned to look at him again.
…
It wasn't until the English class representative came off the stage holding the textbook that he couldn't bear to call out: "Hello."
Chen Jingshen seemed to have just discovered it: "What?"
"It's my fault." Yu Fan crossed Erlang's legs, pushed his knees against the soft down jacket on his legs, and frowned, "Put it on."
Chen Jingshen kept putting the textbook into the drawer, and turned to look at him.
Yu Fan's eyelids twitched when he stared at him, and asked coldly, "What are you looking at?"
"No." Chen Jingshen put on the down jacket.
Then he turned his head away and coughed even harder.
Yu Fan: "..."
During class break, Wang Lu'an asked Yu Fan to smoke.
The person next to him asked: "Brother Fan, I really thought you beat Chen Jingshen when I saw the picture posted by Zuo Kuan yesterday."
"I've said it all, it's impossible for Yu Fan to touch anyone in his class," Wang Lu'an exhaled, "So why did you go to the hospital yesterday?"
Yu Fan didn't bother to explain, and said nonsense: "I passed by, and he came out of the hospital, just in time."
Wang Lu'an said loudly: "I saw that you were so close together, I thought you were going together."
"Is it possible?" Yu Fan looked out the window, "I'm not familiar with him."
In the next class of visiting the piano, they smoked one and hurried back to the classroom.
As soon as Zhuang Fangqin entered the classroom, he cut straight to the point: "I just flipped through your homework last night, and caught a few lazy ones, and some questions were not copied ten times at all. These people should be more conscious, and copied less on weekends. Copy the question ten times for me again."
"Also," she took out the homework book from the textbook, "Yu Fan, stand up and say it yourself."
What's the matter with him.
Yu Fan stood up slowly: "What did I say?"
"Is your homework written by someone else?" Zhuang Fangqin shook his homework book, "How can your handwriting be so beautiful? Look at the words inside and the name on the outside, it can be written by one person ?"
"..."
"I can accept that you copy less or even don't hand it in," Zhuang Fangqin said, "but you can't force other students to do homework for you, it's very bad—"
There was a "wow". Before Yu Fan could react, the person next to him moved his chair and got up.
"Teacher, he didn't force others."
Zhuang Fangqin was taken aback: "What..."
Chen Jingshen: "I took the initiative to help him write it."
Yu Fan: "..."
Zhuang Fangqin: "..."
Wang Luan: "???"
The two stood outside the classroom with their textbooks in their arms.
One stood straight, the other crooked.
Their classroom was next to a corridor, and the two windows above the corridor were wide open.
Yu Fan stood up a little impatiently, blocking the windshield.
"Are you an idiot?" He couldn't help asking, "What are you doing standing up?"
Chen Jingshen glanced at him: "Sorry."
"..."
No need to apologize.
Yu Fan moved his lips, just about to say something.
Chen Jingshen: "I didn't expect your handwriting to be so ugly."
"..."
"Let's practice in the future."
"..."
"At least the name should be written in a way that people can understand..."
"Just one more word," Yu Fan said while pinching the textbook, grinding his teeth, "I'll post your trashy love letter on the school bulletin board, so that the whole school can appreciate your broken words—"
The person next to him looked over lightly: "You still keep it?"
"..."
The people in the class stared at the two people outside who were sticking together and talking small things for a long time.
This is not familiar with him? Wang Luan was at a loss.
Is this annoying to watch? Zhuang Fangqin clenched his fists.
She was just about to say that if you are so good at talking, why not come to the podium to talk, when she saw Yu Fan holding the textbook and turning around, revealing the red ears.
He walked to the back door and stood still, separated from Chen Jingshen by a classroom distance.