What a fart.
"Get out." Yu Fan suppressed the thought of killing and silence, "Close the door, I didn't tell you not to enter."
Zhang Wenjing came back to her senses: "Yu Fan, you're not going to beat him, are you?"
Wang Lu'an: "How is that possible! Yu Fan never covers his mouth when he beats someone up, he just likes to hear others yelling."
Zhang Wenjing: "..."
Zuo Kuan stood at the back, his eyes turned around between the two: "Are you talking about something?"
Wang Lu'an: "Is there anything you can't let Xueba sit down and talk about..."
Yu Fan: "Go out."
"Okay." Wang Lu'an took a step back and closed the door. Before closing the door, he also confessed, "Play slowly, I will watch for you at the door."
The door closed, and the classroom became quiet again.
Chen Jingshen's eyes moved, and he looked at the person in front of him again.
Yu Fan didn't feel so cold after lifting the person up and down. The half-warm palms were pressed against his face, and he seemed to be able to smell a faint smell of sugar.
After the three of them went out, Yu Fan still held him down.
"Don't talk about the broken long jump in the future." He threatened fiercely, "And don't say what you like or not. Do you hear me?"
The three people outside were restless, and the voices of chatting came in intermittently.
Yu Fan: "Don't talk?"
Chen Jingshen's eyelashes moved, and the eyeballs drooped.
Yu Fan followed his movements and looked down.
"..." Then both hands loosened.
"Why?" Chen Jingshen asked.
Why else
Yu Fan frowned, and said casually, "I don't want to be regarded as gay."
Chen Jingshen sat up with one hand supported, and leaned back against the wall. His collar was pulled into a mess by Yu Fan, and he felt a little more messy than usual.
After a long time, he said, "Understood."
Yu Fan relaxed his eyebrows in satisfaction, and was about to sit back.
"Then I have a crush on it."
Yu Fan almost sat on the ground.
During the lunch break, students returned to the classroom one after another.
Yu Fan's fist was hard, and Wang Lu'an knocked on the door outside, saying that someone from his class had returned.
As soon as Wang Lu'an entered the classroom, he looked at Chen Jingshen.
Xueba sat on the seat in a leisurely manner, with a pen in his hand, and the other hand straightened the neckline of his clothes. There was no scar on his handsome face.
Sure enough, he was not beaten.
He just said, although Yu Fan's formation just now was quite strange and scary, but he could see that Yu Fan didn't really want to play Xueba.
If you want to be beaten, it was done eight hundred years ago.
Wang Luan opened the plastic bag, took out the braised beef brisket and put it in front of Yu Fan, "Hurry up and eat it, it will be cold in a while, we have brought it back for a long time."
"Yeah." Yu Fan lost interest, lowered his head to play with his greedy snake.
Zuo Kuan sat in front of him with a straddle, opened the takeaway: "What's wrong with your face—"
"None of your business." Yu Fan said, "Go back to your class."
"..."
Wang Lu'an felt that he was bored sitting and eating, so he took the lunch box and sat in the seat in front of Chen Jingshen. While eating, he asked, "Xueba, how did you come second in the 3,000-meter run? I saw you run 400 meters before, and it was too much." .”
Chen Jingshen put it succinctly: "Extraordinary performance."
"Awesome." Wang Lu'an said, "Xueba, why don't you go to the cafeteria to eat?"
Chen Jingshen: "Legs are sore, I can't walk."
Yu Fan ate other people's snakes expressionlessly.
"Hey, my question! I should bring you a meal. After all, you helped me run the three kilometers." Wang Lu'an patted his head, "How about this, I'll go to the cafeteria to get you a meal now. Or Do you want takeaway?"
"No."
"Don't be polite to me." Wang Lu'an said, "You just ran 3,000 meters and your health is not good. What should you do if you have hypoglycemia later?"
"No," the expressionless person suddenly raised his head, "I've already drank sugar water."
"Ah? Oh... okay." Wang Lu'an froze for a moment, but didn't insist anymore.
After eating and drinking enough, Wang Luan tied up the garbage bag and rubbed his stomach.
"Is the lighter with you?" Yu Fan asked suddenly.
"I'm here," Zuo Kuan said, "what do you say? Go to the toilet and get one?"
Wang Lu'an glanced at the untouched takeaway in front of Yu Fan: "Why don't you eat it? Don't you like braised beef brisket?"
"Not hungry yet."
Hearing this, Wang Lu'an stood up: "Then let's go."
Walking out of the door, Wang Lu'an found that there was someone missing, and Wang Lu'an turned around and called, "Yu Fan?"
"You guys go first." Yu Fan threw the phone into his pocket and kicked Chen Jingshen's chair: "Get out of the way."
Chen Jingshen put down his pen and got up.
The other two had already walked out the back door and were out of sight.
Yu Fan retracted his gaze, and when he brushed Chen Jingshen's shoulder, he raised his hand and hooked it on his desk.
The plastic bag containing the braised beef brisket was picked up, swayed in the air for a second, and then placed on the next table.
"eat."
Throwing down this sentence coldly, Yu Fan went to the toilet without looking back.
For the 4x400m relay in the afternoon, Zhuang Fangqin came to the playground specially.
There is no other reason.
After nearly a day of projects, she discovered that Yu Fan took second place in the long jump; Chen Jingshen took second place in the 3,000-meter long-distance race;
Plus a few others who took the top six, the total score is zero and zero...
"It means that our class is currently ranked fourth in the whole grade?" Wang Lu'an was dumbfounded.
It was almost time for the inspection, and the relay runners gathered together first.
Gao Shi said excitedly: "That's right, if we can get 5 points in this 4X400, that is, the top two, then we can break into the top three today!"
"Run well." Zhuang Fangqin sighed, "I have taken you for more than a year, and there has never been an extracurricular activity so close to the top three."
"Are you okay?" Zhang Wenjing looked at Wang Lu'an worriedly, "You haven't even practiced 400 meters and batting."
In the morning, Chen Jingshen was carried away amidst the attention of all the teachers and students in the school. Although he said that he could still run the relay, Zhuang Fangqin did not agree, and decisively let Wang Lu'an take the third baton in the relay.
Wang Lu'an: "Don't worry. I used to go to see their training every afternoon. I have never eaten pork but I have seen pigs run..."
Yu Fan grabbed a bag of potato chips and threw it at him: "Shut up if you can't talk."
Wang Lu'an caught it with a smile, tore it open and ate a piece.
"Just kidding." Wang Lu'an turned his head and looked at the person sitting beside him resting, "Don't worry Xueba, you won the second place for me in the morning, and I will definitely run well in a while."
"Um."
Chen Jingshen raised his eyelids, glanced over Wang Lu'an, and looked at the old man behind him, "Come on."
The uncle copied his pocket with one hand, ignored the person, and went straight to the direction of the inspector.
There is a queue at the inspection side.
Wang Luan was warming up according to the method taught by Guan Feiyuan. When he turned his head, he met Zuo Kuan, who was also queuing up for inspection.
Wang Lu'an froze for a moment: "Why are you here?"
"Surprise." Zuo Kuan raised his eyebrows, "Just like you, he helped others run."
"Is there no one in your class?"
"You know what a fart, I run so damn fast, you can smell my fart after a while." Zuo Kuan sneered, "But you have to work harder, the bottom one can't even smell my fart. "
"You have no quality!" Wang Lu'an touched the person next to him with his arm, "Come on, Yu Fan, tell him, our goal this time is—"
Yu Fan glanced at them like an idiot: "Number one."
Wang Luan: "?"
"You think too much, number one?" Zuo Kuan said with a smile, "Two gym students in my class came to run the relay, so it's a bit impolite for you to say that."
"It's okay," Yu Fan said, "Aren't you here?"
"..."
After the inspection, the athletes have gathered at the relay point, and the competition will start immediately.
In the stands of Grade 2 and 7, several female students stood up and looked into the distance.
"Can our class really take the top two?"
"I don't know. To be honest, yesterday, I didn't even think that our class would be full of people."
"..."
"However, with Guan Feiyuan here this time, it should be better. He is the fastest runner among the sports students in our school, and he has won the national championship for high school students. He had training last year and only participated in two individual events, otherwise Our class is definitely not at the bottom either."
"But... will Yu Fan run well?"
Several girls were silent.
Chen Jingshen looked in the direction they were looking at.
Athletes are already preparing near the starting point.
Guan Fei has seen more big scenes, and now he is not in a hurry, waiting for the referee leisurely.
Gao Shi was desperately patting his own face, when Wang Lu'an saw him, he also patted his face twice.
The last man, with his hands in his pockets, stood slouchedly with a hunched back, and he even stretched himself when the referee took his place.
People in the class: "..."
He really can't run well!
The moment the gunshot sounded, everyone rushed out of the starting line together.
Guan Fei far did not disappoint everyone. The two tracks next to him are sports students like him, but they were still easily pulled away by him.
After a lap, Guan Feiyuan left everyone behind, handed the baton to Gao Shi, and retired.
As soon as Gao Shi took over the baton, he ran as fast as he could.
Then, within a hundred meters, he was overtaken by a sports student from Class 8.
"I'm leaving first," Zuo Kuan put on a posture ready to take over the baton, mocking the people next to him, "You wait a little longer."
Wang Lu'an: "Pretending to be aggressive doesn't end well."
When Wang Luan took over, their class had dropped from first to fourth.
"Wang Lu'an!" Zhang Wenjing's voice came from the stands: "Fight for 1 and keep 2! You work hard to surpass one!"
Wang Lu'an thought he was handsome, brushed his hair and gave her a thumbs up.
Then he took the baton, and as soon as he took two steps, he stumbled. I almost knelt down to the big guy.
Other athletes had to hold back a smile as they passed by him.
Zhang Wenjing: "..."
Pretending to be coercive really didn't end well.
The girl next to him said: "It's over, I don't know if I can have the top six now..."
"It's okay, this is the third best." Zhang Wenjing put her hands around her mouth in the shape of a trumpet, "Yu Fan! Run hard! Take the first place!"
The other classes are waiting for the last blow, but Yu Fan...
With a careless expression, he looked back to see where Wang Luan had crawled.
Wang Lu'an had already dropped to fifth place. At the final sprint, he used all his strength to shorten the distance between him and the person in front. The moment he handed the baton to Yu Fan, he said, "Brother, rely on you—"
Before he finished speaking, the baton was taken away, and the person in front of him rushed out like an arrow.
"...it's over." Wang Lu'an finished in a daze.
When Yu Fan overtook the first person, the students from Class 7 sitting in the stands didn't recognize that he was from his own class.
The student who ran in fourth felt a gust of evil wind blowing around him, and then he could only see the back of the boy flying wantonly.
Yu Fan was galloping on the track, the wind pushed all his hair back, and it was at this moment that many teachers and students finally saw his appearance—so fucking handsome.
The school police who came to patrol stood by the banyan tree. Seeing this scene, he resisted the urge to light a cigarette and looked up at the sky with emotion.
Yes.
Every time this guy skipped school and jumped over the wall and was discovered by him, he ran so fast.
"Has he... practiced sports?" Guan Feiyuan looked at the figure and asked in a daze.
"No," Wang Lu settled for a moment, "right?"
When Yu Fan surpassed the third place, the students in Class 7 woke up suddenly.
The eighth class next to it didn't expect such a dark horse to come out in the last stick, and immediately raised a banner to cheer for the athletes in their class at the top of their lungs.
"—Don't be overtaken by Class Seven! They were last year last year!"
Oh shit
Several students in Class 7 stood up abruptly!
At this moment, they didn't care about their usual relationship with Yu Fan, and shouted at the top of their voices—
"Yu Fan! Come on!!!"
"Quick! Overtake him!"
"Absolutely, almost, almost—exceeded!!! Ahh, one more pass! Another one surpasses the top two!!!"
Yu Fan surpassed the second place amidst the crowd cheering.
The faster you reach the finish line, the faster Yu Fan runs—
When he was shoulder to shoulder with the first place, the whole class was shocked to silence.
The two crossed the finish line almost at the same time.
The two classes were silent for a while, and a sentence came out from the stands: "Who is number one? Who is number one?!"
After the two referees finished exchanging their opinions, they announced: "Senior Class Seven!"
The stands of class 7 boiled instantly!
The finish line was very close to the stands of their class. After running, Wang Luan came up to sit and drink water to rest. Hearing the result, he excitedly got up and hit the butt of the person next to him—
"Hahahahaha! Eat my brother's fart, you!!!"
Left Width: "..."
Yu Fan ran a few steps before stopping after crossing the finish line. He was listening to the results, bent over with his back to the stands, panting silently with his hands on his knees.
The school uniform was attached to his back, outlining his thin figure, and his shoulders rose and fell with his breathing.
At the same time as he stopped, several girls on the side of the runway wanted to step forward almost at the same time, and felt a little embarrassed after meeting each other's eyes.
Wang Lu'an took a breather and came. He sat in the stands and counted: "I'm stupid, Yu Fan is awesome, there are three water deliverers every 400 meters in the running field."
Zuo Kuan said sourly: "It's normal. If I were a woman, I would also deliver water."
Wang Lu'an stretched his head: "Hey, the girl from Class 4 from before is also here, I didn't say that, she must have had a crush on my brother before..."
Chen Jingshen closed his gaze, and suddenly asked, "Can secret love deliver water?"
"Ah?" Wang Luan was taken aback, "It's ok, what's the matter..."
"Wang Lu'an!" Gao Shi called him from below, "Come down! Go to the playground to sign!"
"I'm coming!"
Wang Lu'an casually put the potato chips in his hand on the ground, quickly ran down the steps, and followed Gao Shi to the referee's seat to sign.
A figure hurried past behind him.
Chen Jingshen walked down the steps, bent down, and took out a bottle of water from the box. He walked towards the runway without looking back.
"Student Yu, are you okay? Do you want some water?" The third water delivery girl handed over the water and gave Yu Fan a shy look.
The boy lowered his head uncomfortably, avoiding looking at her.
She plucked up the courage and continued: "When you were running just now, I was cheering you on. I don't know if you listened..."
"Sorry." Yu Fan said stiffly for the third time today, "I'm not thirsty."
Although it was a refusal, the voice was still gentle, and the tone was different from the usual one when reading the self-criticism.
The girl suddenly felt that Yu Fan himself was not as fierce as the rumors said, and she might still have a little hope.
She gripped the water a little harder: "Then..."
A dark shadow hung over her head.
The girl was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously looked back—meeting the face of the first grader.
Chen Jingshen raised his hand and handed the water to Yu Fan.
He just opened his mouth: "Yu—"
"roll."
The person who had been hanging his head suddenly raised his head, with a cold face, and uttered a single word fiercely.
"?" The girl trembled.
Then silently shrunk his water back.