Going to school on Monday, the classroom of Class 2 and 7 of Senior High School was lifeless.
Just after a weekend, those who arrive early either bury their heads in copying the weekend homework, or lie on the table to catch up on sleep.
When Chen Jingshen arrived in the classroom, there were not many people in the class.
He glanced at the empty seat beside him, and hung his schoolbag casually behind the chair.
Wang Luan's schoolbag at the next table was on the seat, but no one was there. Chen Jingshen went to the back of the classroom to fetch water and came back, just in time to see him walking into the classroom yawning.
Seeing Chen Jingshen, Wang Lu'an couldn't help but patted his head, and stopped him when the other party turned around.
"Xueba, what... Fangqin wants you to go to her office."
Chen Jingshen put the water glass on the table: "Okay."
"It's about the weekend, she knows we're going to ktv." Wang Lu'an looked irritable, "Someone owed a hand, took a picture and posted it in a small school group, there were more than forty people in it, and thought it wouldn't get out, but I didn't expect The photo is already in Wangqin's hands."
Seeing his silence, Wang Lu'an immediately patted him on the shoulder, "But don't worry, it's not serious! Just, at most, scold him a few words..."
It was still early, and there were not many teachers in the office.
"Report."
Zhuang Fangqin glanced at the door, put the bread in his hand aside: "Come in."
Chen Jingshen was neatly dressed as always, with a straight figure.
It was difficult for her to connect him with the man in the picture drinking without changing his face in the smoke.
"What is the reason for calling you here this time? Wang Lu'an should have already told you, right?"
Chen Jingshen responded lightly: "En."
"I don't object to you having some recreational activities in your spare time, but you are still high school students, smoking and drinking are not what you should do, understand?"
"Um."
Zhuang Fangqin nodded, and suddenly changed the topic: "How does it feel to be at the same table with Yu Fan?"
Chen Jingshen raised his drooping eyelids a little: "Very good."
In fact, Zhuang Fangqin never figured out why Chen Jingshen wanted to sit at the same table with Yu Fan.
At first she thought that Chen Jingshen was trying to be clean. After all, Yu Fan could sleep seven out of eight classes a day, and he would never cause trouble to others if he messed with himself.
But after observing for a while, she found that this did not seem to be the case.
"Your mother has communicated with me," Zhuang Fangqin said tactfully, "She hopes that I can arrange a more suitable seat for you."
Perhaps it was because the former head teacher had revealed something to Chen Jingshen's parents, and when the other party called, he put forward the request straight to the point.
Chen Jingshen frowned, and the disgust flashed in his eyes.
What he was about to say—
"However, in my case, unless it is myopia or other special physical conditions, parents do not have the right to change the student's seat at will." Zhuang Fangqin said, "I only look at two points when arranging the seat. One is that this arrangement is beneficial to the two students. Whether students are beneficial or not, another is the students' own wishes. Of course, the latter proportion is much smaller."
"To be honest, as far as the current situation is concerned, the effect of putting you together is not good. But I still want to observe for a while before considering whether to change seats, so I postponed until after the midterm exam." She shook the phone, the screen Above is a picture of them in ktv, "At least until then, don't let this happen again, okay?"
Chen Jingshen still had that indifferent expression, not sure if he listened: "Okay."
Zhuang Fangqin sighed: "Okay, let's go back."
Chen Jingshen turned his head and left. Just as he was about to walk out of the office door, Zhuang Fangqin still couldn't hold back and called out to him: "Wait."
The boy turned his head and looked at her expressionlessly.
"Yu Fan looks fierce, and he does scary things. But his nature is not bad." Zhuang Fangqin said, "If possible, the teacher hopes that you can help him as much as possible without affecting yourself. "
After Chen Jingshen left, Zhuang Fangqin picked up the bread and stuffed it into his mouth, lowered his head and prepared to continue revising the lesson plan.
The head teacher of Class 8, who sat in front and listened for a long time, endured and endured, and finally poked his head out to speak.
"Mr. Zhuang, I know your intentions are good, but do you really think that students like Yu Fan can be saved?"
Zhuang Fangqin smiled, but said nothing.
Zhuang Fangqin picked up the phone and was about to turn it off when he caught a glimpse of the boy sitting next to Chen Jingshen in the photo from the corner of his eye.
In the photo, Yu Fan seemed to be lazily playing with his mobile phone, but in fact he kept staring at Chen Jingshen, frowning with a bit of indisputable irritability. In the next photo, Dice Gu has already entered his hands.
The windows are half open, and the spring breeze is blowing.
Zhuang Fangqin put down his phone and suddenly remembered some past events.
Zhuang Fangqin has been a teacher for so many years, and he has never seen any kind of students. But she can say with certainty that Yu Fan is the one that gave her the most headaches ever.
When the first year of high school started, there were often groups of people outside their classrooms, and these people had only one goal—Yu Fan.
Some people came here because they heard that there was a particularly handsome freshman in class seven.
Another group of people heard that there was a freshman who was particularly attractive in junior high school in Class 7, and they made a special trip to show him off.
Most of the latter are those boys who like to call themselves "the boss of the grade" and "the boss of the school" in the second and third years of high school.
At first they were just threats, childish warnings like "Be careful in the future", "Don't be so pushy", "Do whatever we tell you in the future".
If it were another student, he would nod and agree, and basically nothing would happen.
But Yu Fan was not.
Yu Fan always has only one sentence when dealing with these people: "Stupid."
Yu Fan had no friends at first, and always fought with a few seniors by himself, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen every day in class. Of course, the group of people who bully the few with the more will not do much good, and the injuries will always be more miserable than complex.
Zhuang Fangqin did not know how many times to stop him. She called the monitoring, asked the school to persuade or punish the senior boys, and communicated frequently with Yu Fan at the same time.
Yu Fan was just silent when facing her.
Finally, after she received the school's disciplinary notice against Yu Fan for the fourth time, she decided to go to Yu Fan's home for a home visit.
It was a Saturday, and because the decision was temporary, she didn't notify Yu Fan in advance, and no one answered the phone calls to her parents. Although she didn't know if she was at home, she still planned to try her luck.
Zhuang Fangqin still remembers that day.
She found Yu Fan's home according to her mailing address.
There were many neighbors outside the dilapidated wooden door, whispering anxiously in low voices; there were bursts of collisions inside the door, accompanied by fierce and vulgar abuse.
Zhuang Fangqin finally understood why Yu Fan always beat others.
The police called by the neighbors broke into the door. She saw that the house was in a mess. Yu Fan was holding a broken broom and fighting to the death with a man twice his size, with blood on his face.
Ignoring all of Yu Fan's refusals, Zhuang Fangqin accompanied him to the police station, accompanied him through all the procedures, took him to the hospital, and then contacted the local neighborhood committee and the Women's Federation.
When she called, Yu Fan was sitting on a bench in the hospital. His dark eyeballs were exposed outside the bandage, he stared at her closely, and said, "Mr. Zhuang, don't come here again."
"If you want me to say, as a student Yu Fan, it would be great if he didn't commit any crimes and graduated from high school smoothly... Mr. Zhuang?"
Zhuang Fangqin regained his senses and raised his head to look at the other party.
The next second, she nodded with a smile and said, "Yeah... It would be nice if it went smoothly."
When Chen Jingshen returned to the classroom, his deskmate was already lying on the table.
The boy pressed his neck with one hand and hung the other in front of the table, looking no different from usual.
Chen Jingshen glanced at the back of his head, sat down and took out his English textbook for morning reading.
Wang Lu'an received the order early in the morning. When he saw him coming back, he turned his head and asked, "Xueba, what did Fangqin ask you to do? Did you scold you? Didn't you say you will be punished?"
The hands hanging in front of the desk slightly curled their index fingers.
Chen Jingshen pretended not to see it. He stopped turning the pages of the book, and the corners of his mouth slightly tensed.
"Fuck me, Xueba, what is your expression? Don't scare me." Wang Lu'an said, "Did Fangqin scold you?"
Chen Jingshen pursed his lips and said nothing.
Zhang Wenjing at the front desk turned her head: "Nonsense, I must be scolding."
"But Fangqin didn't scold me much!"
"Then can the teacher's requirements for you be the same as those for a top student? As long as you don't break the law, Fangqin won't bother to scold you!"
"..."
Zhang Wenjing thought of something, and asked curiously: "Xueba, is this the first time you have been criticized by the teacher?"
Chen Jingshen: "Yes."
Zhang Wenjing shook her head and said, "Wang Lu'an, you have committed a serious crime."
"...Actually, it doesn't matter if you get scolded a few times," Wang Lu'an asked, "Didn't you say that you will be punished, Xueba?"
The person lying beside him moved his ear tips.
Chen Jingshen held his pen silently, and after a few seconds, he said, "It's all right."
Good guy.
This heavy sound directly made everyone think of the tragic drama that the white-tongued shrew swearing at the street, Xueba didn't want to put pressure on his classmates, and silently endured the tragedy.
Because of guilt, Wang Luan's voice was several times louder than usual when he read in the morning, which scared the English teacher a lot.
Chen Jingshen kept his voice low and followed the reading for a while without any strength. The person next to him swayed and finally raised his head from his arms.
"Hello." He touched Chen Jingshen with his leg under the table: "You go to the office after class."
Chen Jingshen stopped his voice and turned his head to look at him.
Yu Fan stared at the English textbook and said lazily, "Just say that I forced you to go there, and I also forced you to drink the wine."
Chen Jingshen said, "No."
"..."
Yu Fan gritted his teeth: "It's up to you, anyway, being scolded is your own business."
"Um."
"..."
When the English teacher passed by, he heard Yu Fan pinching his English textbook.
She flicked her curly ponytail, pretended not to notice, and turned her head to another group of aisles.
Two minutes later, another sentence gnashed his teeth: "What did you scold you for? Have you been punished?"
"No." Chen Jingshen lowered his eyes and said after a while of silence, "The teacher came to me, not because of going to KTV."
"What's that?"
"It's about you sleeping in class."
Yu Fan was at a loss: "What does my sleeping in class have anything to do with you?"
Chen Jingshen said indifferently: "I promised her when I applied for a change of position, and I will be responsible for monitoring your class status."
"?"
"I didn't do it, I should be criticized." Chen Jingshen said with lowered eyes, "It's okay, I just said a few words."
"..."
"I'm fine."
"..."
The third math class in the morning.
Zhuang Fangqin walked into the classroom with the lesson plan in his arms, and glanced at a certain position in the back row as usual.
Live up to the sight of a prone head.
She deftly picked out a piece of chalk from the paper box, squeezed it into several halves with one hand, and just raised her hand to throw it over—
The head suddenly moved.
The person who usually can't be woken up by ten pieces of chalk, at this moment propped one hand on the table, closed his eyes and reluctantly sat up slowly.
Two seconds later, Yu Fan raised his eyelids with difficulty, and met her eyes with a grumpy expression.
Zhuang Fangqin: "...?"