Wait For Me After School

Chapter 24

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After sending the man and the dog away, Yu Fan returned to the previous Internet cafe.

"Is there still a machine?"

The owner of the Internet cafe looked up from the computer: "Yes. Are you back after dinner?"

Yu Fan hummed.

The noodle restaurant that Chen Jingshen chose was very honest, a bowl of noodles was huge, and there was a poached egg underneath. When he came back after walking around, his stomach was still full.

"Do you have an overnight package tonight?" The boss opened the computer program and asked.

"Bag."

"Then wait, there are many seats today, I'll pick a comfortable one for you."

They are all neighbors who live on the same street, and Yu Fan often comes here, so the boss has heard about his family to some extent.

He couldn't help asking, "Why don't you just live in school?"

"Too lazy to repair late."

"..."

Nancheng No. 7 Middle School has student dormitories. However, the school has a good location, convenient transportation, and the requirement that boarding students must study by themselves at night, so their school has twice as many day students as other schools.

After turning on the machine, Yu Fan lay on the sofa and clicked on the shooting game again.

After playing a round, he suddenly felt boring.

After going out for a while to blow the wind, it seems that I don't want to fight so much.

So Yu Fan casually clicked on a movie with a name he had heard, and when the sound of sleep aids hung in his ears, he was about to fall asleep.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I was woken up.

The aunt came over pushing the cleaning cart, pointed to the things on his table, and asked, "Little brother, is this a garbage bag?"

The owner of the Internet cafe happened to be passing by, holding instant noodles soaked for customers in his hand. Hearing the movement, he subconsciously glanced at Yu Fan.

Yu Fan placed things too casually, the plastic bags were pitifully pasted on the few books, and the books placed on top were vaguely showing through. The boss saw the slogan on the cover of the book that said - "If you have zero foundation in mathematics, choose the stupid bird to fly first!".

There is even a little fat bird drawn on the word "stupid bird".

The boss saw Yu Fanshu staring at the bag with a disgusted face.

So he said firmly to his aunt: "It's not his, it may be left by some customer. You can put it away at the counter for me, and see if anyone comes to pick it up later."

My aunt is old and has poor eyesight. Hearing this, he nodded and reached out to get the bag.

The opponent is faster than her.

"mine."

Yu Fan quickly took the things away and threw them behind him as a cushion. His eyes flicked on the computer screen, and he said vaguely: "Thank you...don't throw it away."

Wang Lu'an was really given an ultimatum by his father this time. If you fail the exam, you will lose your pocket money, your mobile phone will be confiscated, and you will be restricted from traveling on weekends.

So the next day in class, he ran to Chen Jingshen with the exercise book in his arms between two consecutive classes.

Wang Lu'an found that the information he had inquired before was very reliable. Although Xueba doesn't talk much at ordinary times, his lectures are unambiguous, easy to understand, and very detailed.

Even a little too detailed.

Also, the sound is a bit loud.

"Xueba, although my foundation is a bit weak, I still understand the knowledge points of the first grade of junior high school. There is no need to waste your time teaching me again..."

Chen Jingshen said: "Learn one more time to strengthen memory."

"..."

After finishing another question, Chen Jingshen put his pen on the table and made a crisp sound, "Do you understand?"

At the same time as the voice sounded, the fingers of the sleeping deskmate next to him twitched and clenched into a fist.

Wang Lu'an's heart trembled with this hand, and he said in a breathy voice: "I understand, I understand, I am a top student. Maybe our voices can be a little lower? You see there are so many students around, it's not good to disturb others... "

"Yeah." Chen Jingshen's voice remained unchanged, "Is there any other question?"

"..."

Wang Lu'an gently turned the page: "This way—"

"It's not over?" Yu Fan raised his head from his arms, stared at Wang Lu'an, his voice was like ice, "Why, there is a sign in Zhuang Fangqin's office, saying 'Wang Lu'an is not allowed to enter the house to ask questions'?"

"I'm eager to study. And it's true that Fangqin is not in the office. She went to a public class today..."

As Wang Lu'an talked, he moved a little closer to Yu Fan's face, "I'm so stupid, did you stay up late last night with your face? Hey, I've always been curious. How did you manage to use the Internet cafe near your house in such a bad environment? That nest lasted overnight."

Chen Jingshen looked down.

Yu Fan's skin is cold and fair, and any color on his body is obvious. At this moment, his eyes are black and blue, his eyebrows are drooping, and he doesn't look very energetic.

Sensing the eyes of the people next to him, Yu Fan subconsciously wanted to bury his face back again.

He knows what he is doing right now.

But he changed his mind - no, what's wrong with being ugly? Why should he care about his image in front of Chen Jingshen

"Cheap," Yu Fan frowned, "It's not as bad as you said, there is a sofa..."

With a chill on his forehead, Yu Fan's voice stopped abruptly.

Chen Jingshen put his fingers together and touched his forehead.

Yu Fan's messy hair in front of his forehead was pushed aside by his fingers, revealing his full eyes, and instantly lost a bit of hostility.

Both of them froze for a moment.

It wasn't until Chen Jingshen moved his hand away that Yu Fan came back to his senses. With his chin still resting on his arm, he turned his head and said, "Are you—"

"Your face now is the same as last time."

Yu Fan: "..."

Chen Jingshen said: "If you are weak, don't stay overnight."

Yu Fan: "??"

You are a fucking person who can't even hold his own dog, how can you say me

Seeing Yu Fan's expression, Wang Lu'an was afraid that if Chen Jingshen said one more word, Yu Fan would directly drag him to the toilet solo.

So he immediately closed the workbook: "Last time? What last time? Why didn't I know—hey, Yu Fan, don't sleep. In the next physical education class, I made an appointment with Zuo Kuan to play. He probably already occupied the court." , let's go."

No matter how many times the schedule is changed, Class 7 and Class 8 have two physical education classes together a week. So there are often ball games between the two classes.

Seeing them, Zuo Kuan clicked his tongue: "Why are you so slow, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"The physical education teachers are slow to disband." Wang Luan breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm still worried that I won't be able to grab the court."

"Just now there was someone who wanted to play badminton, but I chased him away." Zuo Kuan counted their number, "Why are there only four of you?"

Even one of them has disheveled hair and is lazily walking towards the stone chair.

Wang Lu'an: "If Yu Fan doesn't fight, we just happen to be 3 against 3."

"Three farts, the five of us, beat the whole audience." Zuo Kuan said.

"There were five of us originally, it wasn't that Guan Feiyuan went to a temporary training..."

"Just find someone?" Zuo Kuan looked at Yu Fan, "Hit me? I'm already called Qi people here."

Yu Fan yawned: "Whatever, I'll go if I can call someone."

Two minutes later.

Yu Fan looked at Chen Jingshen who was pulled over by Wang Luan, and turned his head: "I won't fight anymore."

"Hey, hey, we can't talk for nothing." Wang Lu'an hooked his neck and whispered, "I can't help it, there is no one else, let's do it, you are so strong, let the eighth class be alone."

Chen Jingshen glanced at the backs of the two who were close to each other and whispering.

Wang Lu'an has a big frame, making the boy next to him even thinner.

After a long while, Yu Fan turned his head expressionlessly, and walked straight into the stadium, ignoring Chen Jingshen who was standing aside.

Wang Luan followed closely, and when he passed by Chen Jingshen, he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Xueba, we have discussed it. You can help us make up the head. If you get the ball, pass it directly to the teammates who are empty around you." That's fine, you don't need to break through and shoot."

Chen Jingshen said, "Okay."

Zuo Kuan stood opposite Yu Fan, and he laughed and said, "There is really no one in your class, and you even brought Chen Jingshen here. If you bump into him, he won't tell the teacher, right?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Chen Jingshen, and then paused.

Chen Jingshen took off the school uniform jacket that he always wore no matter how old he was, leaving only a white shirt inside.

Time was running short, and his sleeves were fluffed up casually, which gave him a sense of neatness that was rarely seen on weekdays.

"Do you think you can still take care of him?" Yu Fan said, "Don't talk nonsense, call early and finish early. There will be too many people in a while, I'm afraid you will lose face."

"Damn, don't talk trash." Zuo Kuan laughed, "Other classes may not be able to beat you, but two sports students in our class are here this time, why are you so fucking afraid of you?"

Zuo Kuan was indeed not afraid, they had agreed in advance that the sports students would go directly to prevent Yu Fan, and the rest of them would not be able to make a difference.

Wang Luan, the only one with an advantage in size, was out of breath after only two quarters.

The front has played pretty well, and the person who should be defended can be regarded as defended.

Under the pressure of two strong sportsmen, Yu Fan once again made a false move and made a three-step layup.

The basketball lands through the hoop.

At the same time, Zhang Wenjing, who was acting as a referee, raised her arm flamboyantly, signaling the end of the first quarter.

Yu Fan picked up the ball and threw it to Zuo Kuan: "Do you want more people to defend me?"

Zuo Kuan said proudly, "Don't pretend to be aggressive. You can check the score yourself."

Following his voice, Wang Lu'an glanced at the score and couldn't help but let out a "reck".

Their basketball games basically rely on Yu Fan and Guan Feiyuan to score. This time Guan Fei was far away, and although Yu Fan was still scoring, he was more or less restricted by two people defending him.

Now that the first quarter is over, they are still two points behind.

Break time. Wang Lu'an took a sip of water and said, "Damn it, let them do it this time... Zuo Kuan is so badass, it will probably take a month to win."

The first quarter is the time when they have the most strength, and the more tired their main force is, the more difficult it is to deal with the two sports students.

"How do you know who wins before the fight is over?" Yu Fan said, "Don't be lazy, play hard."

Before returning to the court, Yu Fanyu glanced to the side.

After a quarter, everyone was sweating a little.

Only Chen Jingshen, who had been passing the ball throughout the quarter, didn't even breathe heavily.

Suddenly, Chen Jingshan lowered his gaze and bumped into him.

Yu Fan quickly closed his eyes, and said as if covering up: "Continue to pass the ball to me."

Yu Fan didn't react until he returned to his seat, and he didn't get an answer to his words just now.

At the beginning of the second quarter, Yu Fan was still defended terribly.

Wang Luan failed to break through, so he could only pass the ball back. He glanced back, everyone else was guarded, only a tall and thin figure stood there doing nothing.

He subconsciously sent the ball over.

Seeing this, Zuo Kuan went up to defend perfunctorily. He knew that the ball was likely to be passed to Yu Fan again—Yu Fan thought so too.

After waiting for a few seconds before the ball arrived, Yu Fan frowned and looked aside suspiciously.

Chen Jingshen stood where he was, dribbling the ball with one hand, and was confronting Zuo Kuan.

He has big hands, and the basketball fits perfectly in them every time he bounces off.

In the next second, the boy leaned forward, dribbled the ball past the left wide easily, ran to the frontcourt in a few steps, and made a decisive mid-range shot—

boom!

The basketball falls into the frame, flowing freely.

Everyone else in the venue: "?"

In fact, this is a simple attack.

But when it comes to Chen Jingshen, there seems to be a little bit of surprise.

"Xueba..." Wang Lu'an said in a daze, "So you know how to play basketball?"

Chen Jingshen picked up the ball, threw it to Zuo Kuan, and said calmly, "A little bit."

Yu Fan looked away before Chen Jingshen looked over.

No wonder Chen Jingshen could catch the ball every time he passed it.

Will you say it earlier, why are you pretending to be forceful

Zuo Kuan was caught too suddenly, and he just came back to his senses.

He laughed and said, "Is that so? I really didn't see it before. Then I'll get some points to guard against you."

Two minutes later, he was easily passed by Chen Jingshen again.

Zuo Kuan: "Haha, I'm really serious."

In the third quarter, Zuo Kuan made three consecutive shots and was blocked by Chen Jingshen lightly.

Zuo Kuan: "Ha."

The last section.

Chen Jingshen dribbled the ball with one hand, running left and right like a monkey, then raised his hand and raised his fingers, and shot a three-pointer on the top of his forehead.

Zuo Kuan: "Your mother."

Does this fucking know "a little"

are you honest ?

In the last two minutes of the game, Zuo Kuan was furious at the 12 points behind his class.

Losing is actually a common occurrence, and he loses even worse when the sports students in the class are not around. But this time it gave him a particularly different feeling—

Yu Fan has a rather crazy personality, and when he plays, he will be very vicious. This makes him happy to lose.

On the other hand, Chen Jingshen.

This man even played ball with a cold and indifferent appearance.

To put it simply, you go all out, but the other party beats you to the ground easily and expressionlessly.

Zuo Kuan suddenly felt that he understood the mentality of the ten thousand year old second child in his grade.

last ball.

Although there is no hope of winning, several people in Class 8 are still fighting seriously.

Chen Jingshen silently dribbled the ball on the spot, raised the back of his hand to wipe the sweat off his chin.

Class 8 assigned a sports student to defend him, and Zuo Kuan was also watching from the side all the time. It was difficult for him to break through now.

In the next moment, he met Yu Fan's gaze.

The two looked at each other for less than a second, and then they looked away in unison.

Yu Fan wiped off the sweat from the corners of his eyes, and took two steps forward slowly.

Chen Jingshen moved forward with the ball. He stood outside the three-point line for a second, then raised his hand.

Zuo Kuan thought he was going to shoot a three-pointer and immediately looked for an opportunity to take off. But Chen Jingshen glanced at him lightly, his hand suddenly dropped, and with a bang, the ball was passed to the left—

The ball obediently fell into Yu Fan's hands.

Yu Fan dribbled the ball and ran forward a few steps quickly, then jumped high, the corner of his school uniform T-shirt was lifted up, revealing his waist covered with a thin layer of sweat.

The teenager flipped his fingers and poured the ball into the hoop—

Perfect dunk.

"Grass!"

Wang Lu'an patted his thigh, "How the hell is this a game in a physical education class! Shouldn't this be in the Staples Center, surrounded by more than 20 camera positions, and broadcast live at 8 pm across the country—"

"Almost done." Zuo Kuan said weakly, "What's the matter with you?"

A classroom in the laboratory building that is always vacant.

The location here is remote, there is no monitoring, it is suitable for doing things.

The ten people who had just finished playing were sitting in the last two rows of the classroom, sweating profusely.

Wang Lu'an: "Why is it nothing to do with me? I am honored with you!"

A sports student in Class 8 said: "I don't want to be with the people in your class anymore. I lost the relay last time, and I was punished by the coach all weekend. If I let him know that I lost again... "

Wang Lu'an: "It's definitely not your fault, it's Zuo Kuan holding you back."

Zuo Kuan: "Go to hell."

The man smiled: "But this fight is really good."

Zuo Kuan said strangely: "I didn't expect Chen Jingshen to pass the ball in the end, otherwise I would definitely stop it, and I will never let Yu Fan act like this."

To be honest, Yu Fan didn't think of it himself.

But the moment Chen Jingshen looked towards him, he somehow understood.

Yu Fan twirled his fingers and couldn't help but glance to the side.

Chen Jingshen sat quietly on the seat. The tip of his nose was dripping with sweat, the hair on his forehead was densely crowded together, his shirt was stained a few spots, and he was in a rare embarrassment.

But he had already breathed steadily, and his face was pale. It's different from the few people around me who are exhausted and panting.

Yu Fan originally didn't intend to let Chen Jingshen follow.

But Wang Lu'an said that after playing for so long, it was much more intense than the previous 3,000 meters, and he was afraid that Chen Jingshen would faint while walking.

Yu Fan had a deep understanding and didn't chase people away.

Wang Lu'an took a puff of smoke: "Oh, I don't know if sister Jing recorded the game. I'll ask later."

Zuo Kuan: "Don't think about it, even if she records it, she will definitely record two people."

Wang Lu'an: "..."

He actually thought it made sense.

"Xueba," Wang Lu'an said, "How many years have you played basketball?"

Chen Jingshen said: "It's been a long time since I fought."

"It's been so long since I haven't played so well? The three-pointer is almost back!"

"lucky."

After Zuo Kuan finished smoking a cigarette, he still felt a little unfulfilled.

So he took out the cigarette case again: "Yu Fan, don't you really want one?"

Yu Fan played with his mobile phone on the desk with one hand, lowered his head and shook his head.

The left wide eye swept to another person.

With a thought in his mind, he moved his hand horizontally, and moved the cigarette case to the man's eyes.

"Xueba, do you want to try?"

Chen Jingshen raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but said nothing.

Zuo Kuan smiled gently, "I have learned it, you can relax when you are under pressure from studying—"

boom!

The leg of the chair was kicked unexpectedly, and Zuo Kuan immediately moved back in embarrassment.

Shocked, he turned his head subconsciously and met Yu Fan's cold eyes.

"Hey, Zuo Kuan, this is your problem." Wang Lu'an also frowned, "You can't quit even if you want to quit, and you still persuade others to do it?"

Zuo Kuan: "Then I'm not polite to ask... Everyone is smoking, I'm afraid Xueba thinks we don't welcome him."

"If you think there is too much smoke, just plug your nostrils and smoke yourself."

Yu Fan got up, kicked Chen Jingshen's chair lightly, "Let's go."

The first thing Wang Luan did when he returned to the classroom was to ask Zhang Wenjing if there was a video.

Zhang Wenjing lived up to expectations and recorded it.

"What about me? Where am I? Why the whole video is Xueba and Yu Fan!" Wang Lu'an scolded, "We have such a strong relationship, why don't you even take a picture of my shadow?"

"Fart," Zhang Wenjing pointed to the corner of the phone screen, "Look down, is this the tip of your shoe?!"

"..."

The two argued lively in front.

Just after playing a game, Yu Fan was no longer sleepy.

He leaned back on the chair, bowed his head and continued his snake-eating business.

The early stage of Snake Snake was relatively simple, he played absent-mindedly, and played with the cigarette case in the other hand. He turned the box a few times and made a few noises.

"Yu Fan." Chen Jingshen hung one hand on the desk, holding a pen in his finger, and called him softly.

Yu Fan didn't say a word, but the operation of playing the game was a little slower.

A few seconds later, there was no sound from the side, Yu Fan frowned: "Speak."

Chen Jingshen looked down at the things in his hand: "I just listened to you and didn't pick up that cigarette."

Yu Fan: "?"

Did I talk to you and you listened to me

"So, to be fair, shouldn't you also listen to me and stop smoking—"

Yu Fan gritted his teeth: "Shut up..."

Knock knock knock.

Someone knocked on the nearby window.

Yu Fan immediately pressed the phone under his thigh, flipped his fingers skillfully with the other hand, put the cigarette case in his palm, and raised his head—

Hu Pang was aggressive and said through the window, "Open the window!"

Zuo Kuan and his gang followed behind him. They looked irritable, and they had just been caught.

Yu Fan opened the window: "What?"

"What do you think?" Hu Pang pointed behind him, "You guys, did you smoke in the laboratory building just now?"

Yu Fan: "No smoking."

"Lying again, right?" Hu Pang took out his mobile phone, "A classmate sent an anonymous text message to report to me, take a look, is this you?"

Hearing the word "report", Yu Fan's face was slightly cold, and he looked up.

[Unknown number: Director Hu, I want to report Yu Fan, Wang Luan, Zuo Kuan...and many other students smoking in the classroom of the laboratory building.]

[Unknown number: Yu Fan smokes in school all year round, which affects his classmates. There are cigarette boxes in his drawers, and I hope the director can find out and deal with them in time.]

[Unknown Number: [Photo]]

There is only one person in the photo.

Half of Yu Fan's body was exposed from the crack of the back door of the classroom. He sat lazily with his chin propped up, surrounded by smoke.

The photo is a little blurry, the location of the shot should be a little far away. Yu Fan took a few glances: "So, where is the smoke?"

Hu Pang: "Look at the white smoke for yourself—"

"Director, as I said, I smoked the cigarettes myself, and no one else did." Zuo Kuan said behind him.

"Okay, do you think I'll believe it?" Hu Pang rubbed the space between his brows, and raised his finger to check his drawer, "Take out everything in your drawer, or you can take the initiative and take out the cigarettes."

Yu Fan clicked his tongue irritably, and reached into the drawer to dig out something.

His drawer was already empty, and he emptied it in a few strokes.

When he was going to take out the last textbook, his fingers touched the innermost thing in the drawer, Yu Fan paused stiffly, and then pushed it in a little more calmly.

"Your textbooks are newer than those in the Academic Affairs Office..." Hu Pang glanced at his desktop, "Where's your pen?"

Yu Fan said, "No pen."

"..."

Hu Pang's heart hurt even more, and he lowered his head to look at his drawer: "Why is there something in it? Take it out."

"That's not smoke."

"What if you get caught in it?" Hu Pang said, "Take it out."

"..."

Yu Fan remained motionless.

"You want me to go in and see for myself?" Hu Pang made a gesture to come in.

Oh shit.

Yu Fan took a deep breath, with a sullen Sima face, pulled out the innermost books, and smashed them on the desk.

A muffled sound frightened Hu Pang.

"You still have a temper? How dare you smash the table in front of the director—"

His voice stopped abruptly after reading the title of the book.

The others couldn't help but follow him to look at his desk—

"Stupid Birds Fly First 2017".

"Junior High School Mathematics Must Brush Questions".

"An English Dictionary that Primary School Students Can Recite".

Hu Pang: "?"

other people:"… … ?"

I regret it.

Sensing the dead silence around him, Yu Fan was so ashamed that his ears burned, and he thought that I might as well just punish him and leave—

"Cough." Hu Pang coughed twice in shock, "Very, very good."

He said, "Turn your pockets out and have a look. Also, what are you doing with your other hand hanging there?"

Yu Fan: "."

What kind of cigarette case are you playing with

He was thinking about where to put this thing, when the back of his hand was touched lightly.

Before Yu Fan had time to react, the extended fingers had already pushed his hand away, and the warm fingertips gently swept over his palm, and he took the pack of cigarettes.

Yu Fan: "..."