Maybe it's because of the single eyelid, or maybe because of the narrow and long eye shape, Chen Jingshen's eyes always have the meaning that strangers should not get close to them.
In Yu Fan's words, he deserves a beating, very much.
But when Chen Jingshen lowered his head and looked at a place or a person seriously, those long-term defensiveness and indifference disappeared again, and his dark eyes became very bright.
If you looked at me with such polite eyes from the beginning, then I wouldn't pick on you anymore.
Yu Fan thought inexplicably.
It wasn't until a burst of scattered footsteps came from behind that Yu Fan finally came back to his senses, and put away his hands in a swish.
A few seconds later, he thought of something again and reached out to rub his ears frantically.
Zuo Kuan's voice came from far to near: "No, I said, why are you running so fast? Hu Pang didn't catch you behind... And why are you dragging Xueba, we are going to fight, can Xueba follow along? ?”
Chen Jingshen stood up straight and said lightly, "I'll go together."
Everyone was silent for a few seconds in tacit understanding: "..."
Zuo Kuan said hypocritically: "This is not good, if we bump into each other again, we will not be able to take responsibility."
Mainly because you feel like you're going to be dragging your feet.
"It's okay, there are a lot of us here, don't worry Xueba, I will definitely return your share to them too. Let's go, Yu Fan, while it's lunch time..." Zuo Kuan stared at the back in front of him, frowning, "You've been Why are you rubbing your ears? They are all red."
"A mosquito bit me." Yu Fan said coldly.
Zuo Kuan: "Then what are you doing with your back turned to me?"
"I don't want to see you."
"..."
You are really not polite at all.
Zuo Kuan: "Then how far do you go? Go to the school next door to avenge you."
Zuo Kuan is a typical rebellious student. He loved watching "Young and Dangerous" since he was a child.
He is obsessed with this matter, one is to help Yu Fan vent his anger, and the other is to enjoy the prestige and "fame" brought to him by the gang fights. It is impossible to say which factor is more important.
Yu Fan played with him for a while when he was freshman in high school, and seeing that he likes to date people every day, he gradually stopped messing around with him.
"Not going today." Yu Fan said, "I'm going back."
Zuo Kuan: "...?"
Yu Fan had had enough rubbing, put his hand in his pocket and walked towards the school gate without looking back. After walking two steps, he stopped.
He turned his head and gave Chen Jingshen a cold look: "And you... go home."
Yu Fan washed his face when he got home.
He looked at the wet hair on his forehead and wondered if it was time for a haircut. Once this thing grows, it is easy to get caught by the hair when fighting, and it will immediately be at a disadvantage...
The mobile phone placed on the sink vibrated, Yu Fan rubbed his hand on the towel, picked it up and looked at it.
[S: I'm home.]
In the next second, a Fanfan photo was sent.
Chen Jingshen grabbed the leather collar around the dog's neck, the lines between his wrists raised slightly, and semi-forcedly woke up the poor sleeping dog for business.
Don't bother, who wants to see your dog.
Yu Fan stared at the dog for a while, then looked down at the hand holding the dog, and locked the screen expressionlessly until someone sent a message.
He stood silently in front of the mirror, then reached out and turned on the tap, and flushed his face again.
On Monday, the sun came out at 7:30 in the morning.
When Yu Fan arrived at the school, the school gate was closed and music was being played inside. He went around to the back door and climbed over the wall, and escaped directly to raise the flag and return to the classroom.
The classroom was empty.
Yu Fan copied his pockets with both hands, returned to his seat while yawning, and caught a glimpse of something after taking two steps.
He stopped in front of the blackboard newspaper and looked up.
The tape of a certain award certificate that their class won at the sports meeting fell off, and a corner fell down, covering the names of the winners.
But Yu Fan knew who this certificate belonged to without looking at it.
Yu Fan turned his head back to his seat, opened the window next to him to let fresh air into the classroom that hadn't been opened for two days, and then threw himself on the desk to get ready to sleep.
He lay there like a dead fish for a few minutes, tilted his head to the window, and slowly opened his eyes.
The next second, Yu Fan got up from the table, went to the drawer of the podium and took out the tape. Then he picked up his chair and walked back, placing it in front of the blackboard with a "bang".
He stepped on the chair and stretched out his hand to flatten the corner where the award certificate fell off, revealing the five characters of "Classmate Chen Jingshen".
It's really useless for the first in grade to post a certificate of merit.
Yu Fan tore off the tape and pasted several layers, then after thinking about it, he simply reinforced the remaining corners with two layers.
When we reached the last corner, there were vague footsteps outside the door.
Yu Fan was still sticking one palm on the wall at this moment, trying to press the award certificate firmly.
Before he could react, a tall and thin figure appeared at the back door of the classroom in the next second.
Yu Fan turned his head reflexively, and caught sight of the owner of the certificate unexpectedly.
Chen Jingshen stood at the back door with his hands hanging naturally by his sides. Maybe it was because of the school leader who just finished listening to him, so he looked a little tired.
The two stared at each other motionlessly for a while, then Chen Jingshen suddenly moved his eyes away and looked at the place where his palm was pressed.
Yu Fan: "..."
For a moment, Yu Fan wanted to swallow the tape in his hand.
Yu Fan's expression went from sleepy to dazed, then to bewildered, and finally to a bit of indifference that wanted to kill someone.
But anyone who has a strong desire to survive knows that he should shut up and pretend to be blind at this moment.
Chen Jingshen asked: "What are you doing?"
"Tear up the certificate," Yu Fan said.
Chen Jingshen rested his wrist on the back of the chair calmly, half supported the chair, and asked, "Why do you want to tear it?"
Yu Fan: "I don't want to stick with the second place."
Chen Jingshen looked again at the several layers of adhesive tape that were messily pasted.
Yu Fan confronted the wall for a moment, thinking what the hell am I talking about...or I should keep my mouth shut. I felt the school pants being grabbed lightly.
"I'll work harder next time." Chen Jingshen followed his words and asked, "Can you accommodate me this time?"
Yu Fan stood on the chair and looked down at him, then stepped down the steps with a stinky face.
The flag raising ended earlier today than before, and there were still about ten minutes before the first class when the dissolution was over.
The students came back one after another, and as soon as they entered the classroom, they saw the two figures in the last group.
As soon as Yu Fan returned to his seat, he got down on the ground.
He actually couldn't sleep, but he didn't really want to see Chen Jingshen's face right now.
Yu Fan actually pretended to be pretty good, with his shoulder blades rising and falling slightly with his breathing, most people thought he was asleep.
Wu Si also thought so when he came over.
So he stood at Chen Jingshen's table without any scruples, first glanced at the back of Yu Fan's head, and then called out in a low voice, "Xueba."
Chen Jingshen looked up at him.
"Isn't there another seat adjustment in the class... I asked the head teacher, and she said that as long as you agree, you can move us to the same table. So what... I know I can't help you with other subjects, but Every time I get a score of 48 or more in Chinese composition, it’s not like I haven’t gotten a perfect score, so I think I can give you a little advice in this regard.”
Wu Si really wanted to sit with Xueba, so he tried his best to sell himself, "We have been at the same table before, you know I never gossip in class, and I will never disturb you, so—"
Wu Si's voice stopped abruptly.
Because the head lying on the side moved.
Yu Fan raised his head from his arms and looked at Wu Si expressionlessly. The injury he suffered last week has not healed, and there is still a Band-Aid on the corner of his mouth, which looks quite intimidating.
Wu Si was startled, and pursed his lower lip in embarrassment: "Student Yu, I don't mean anything else... If you don't want to change seats, forget it..."
"Who said I don't want to?" Yu Fan almost blurted out.
The next second, Yu Fan sat up and leaned on the back of the chair, and threw out another sentence forcefully, "It doesn't matter if you love it."
Then why do you have such a fierce expression...
Wu Si didn't dare to say this.
There was a lot of noise in the classroom, Yu Fan turned his head and looked out the window, for some reason, he suddenly felt a little itchy in his hands. want to smoke.
Wu Si: "That Xueba..."
"No, you can ask someone else."
Yu Fan heard the people next to him respond coldly.
The anger that suddenly came up suddenly disappeared.
This back and forth emotion made him feel a little inexplicable. Suddenly someone patted the table, followed by bread being placed on his table.
Wang Lu'an took a bite of the bread in his hand: "Yu Fan, you didn't have time to eat breakfast, did you? I just went to the cafeteria and bought a piece for you."
"Thanks."
"By the way, let me tell you, the mid-term exam is out." Wang Lu'an smiled triumphantly, "Wang Qin just told me that I did well in the exam. Just watch it, and when the results are released, I will immediately change places with Wang Qin !"
After he was proud, he still didn't forget to flatter his benefactor: "Xueba, thanks to you this time, I will definitely treat you to dinner some other day!"
Chen Jingshen: "No need."
"The school grades papers so fast?" Zhang Wenjing wondered, "But did you do well in the exam, don't you both have to change seats?"
Wang Lu'an: "That's different. It's okay to change positions, but it must be mentioned by me! Otherwise, I will lose face!"
"Indeed." Yu Fan said suddenly.
When Wang Lu'an said this, Yu Fan immediately understood why he was annoyed just now.
His attitude towards Chen Jingshen was the same as Wang Lu'an's attitude towards the disciplinary committee.
It doesn't matter whether they sit together or not, but Chen Jingshen can't apply to the teacher for transfer...or be pried away.
Chen Jingshen glanced at him, but did not speak.
Zhuang Fangqin walked into the classroom like a gust of wind.
"Sit down quickly, there are still ten minutes before class, let me briefly tell you about this midterm exam... Wang Luan, you hurry up and eat." She frowned, "Also, why didn't some students go to raise the flag??"
Some students sat slack: "I'm late."
In the past, Yu Fan should have reported on the blackboard by now.
But today Zhuang Fangqin seems to be particularly easy to talk to.
"If you are late in the future, you have to come to the playground... No, you are not allowed to be late in the future!" Zhuang Fangqin cleared his throat, "Okay, let's get back to the topic. This midterm exam, our class has made great progress..."
At the end, she couldn't help laughing, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were piled up layer by layer, but she didn't look ugly.
"Every student's score has improved more or less, and the average score of our class is ranked eighth in the grade." She turned on the multimedia computer while talking, and the score sheet soon appeared on the screen, "The number one in the grade is still ours. Classmate Chen Jingshen, you did well in other subjects, but this Chinese... the essay still deducted a lot, just wait, the Chinese teacher is already preparing to have a private conversation with you."
Seeing Chen Jingshen's grades in various subjects, everyone in the class couldn't hold back and looked back.
Just like when the final grades of last semester were announced, the person concerned lowered his head while holding a pen, not caring about his grades.
This is the boss. Everyone sighed in their hearts.
She slid down: "There is not much time, so I would like to praise the students who have improved the most. Wang Lu'an, Hu Yuke, Chen Xiaoxiao... Yu Fan."
Yu Fan was thinking about why Chen Jingshen was acting aggressive again, when he suddenly heard his name, he raised his head subconsciously.
"The total score has been increased by more than 80 points, especially in mathematics, 9 points have been raised to 49 points." Zhuang Fangqin looked at him with a smile, "Isn't this something you can learn?"
After the first class was over, the teachers of various subjects came over one after another and asked the class representatives to hand out the test papers.
"I'm stupid! I'm stupid!" Wang Lu'an said, "I'm stupid!"
Yu Fan's expression was tense: "...if you are sick, go to the doctor."
Wang Lu'an grabbed Yu Fan's math test paper and looked at it carefully: "In less than two weeks, you can improve your math by 40 points? Isn't the math test paper you made up for the exam very difficult?"
Yu Fan suppressed the corners of his mouth, pretending not to care, and said, "It's just studying—"
"Scholar, you are too awesome!" Zhang Wenjing was full of admiration, "You can paste two lumps of mud on the wall in two weeks!"
"..."
Who is Slime
Yu Fan leaned back on the chair and couldn't help but glance to the side.
very strange.
Chen Jingshen was obviously the same as when he knew that he was the first grader just now, with no expression on his face. But Yu Fan could feel that the other party was a little happy at the moment.
Chen Jingshen said lightly: "It's not all because of me, they are talented."
"Don't say any more, Xueba." Wang Lu'an said, "This time, my father saw that I was going crazy and stuffed money into my hand. This weekend, Yu Fan and I are hosts. Let's play in Le Street for a day!"
Yu Fan: "?"
Who wants to play with him
What's the fun in taking such a nerd out
Zhang Wenjing was about to say that top academics don't have weekends, when Chen Jingshen turned his head and asked his deskmate: "Really?"
Yu Fan: "..."
Yu Fan put his hands in his pockets, and forced out an "um" from his throat.
Wang Lu'an: "Then it's settled! I've already made up my mind, let's have lunch first, and find something to do in the afternoon, singing, watching movies, and playing the Chamber of Secrets..."
Yu Fan thought he was noisy and just wanted to chase him away.
Chen Jingshen took out a stack of papers in white bags from his schoolbag and put them on Yu Fan's desk.
Yu Fan froze for a moment, then asked warily, "What is it?"
"The gift of exam progress."
"Ah? Isn't it Xueba, does he have me?" Wang Lu'an lost his balance all of a sudden.
Seeing that Yu Fan didn't move, he sourly opened the plastic bag with his fingers, revealing the contents inside, and said while looking at it, "Xueba, you can't do this, why are you partial, no matter what, you have to give it to me—"
The plastic bag was pasted on the paper, revealing the matts on it.
"The copybook." Chen Jingshen asked, "You want it too?"
Wang Lu'an: "Thank you, no need. I thought about it for a while, and the relationship between you and Yu Fan is indeed better than mine. Partiality is natural, and I am not wronged."
Yu Fan: "..."
He turned his head and asked, "What do you mean? Call me ugly?"
Wang Lu'an was shocked and thought, can you ask this question
Chen Jingshen stated: "You deducted five points from the test paper for Chinese."
"What's wrong with five points? I have 61 points for him to deduct."
"Only five points can be deducted for the curly noodles."
"..."
Wang Lu'an was in a hurry, and flipped through the copybooks: "Hey, Yu Fan, the first copybook is actually the word "Yu" in your name."
"I printed it myself." Chen Jingshen said, "Let's start with the name first."
After listening to it for a long time, Ke Ting couldn't help interjecting: "Isn't the name written for many years? Do you still need to practice?"
Zhang Wenjing randomly took out a test paper on Yu Fan's desk, set it up and showed her deskmate Yu Fan's name: "Look."
Ke Ting: "..."
Ke Ting: "It seems that... it can be practiced."
Yu Fan: "..."
Yu Fan gritted his teeth, ready to stuff the copybook into Chen Jingshen's mouth.
"Can this be printed by myself? Really, the next copybook is "繁"." Wang Lu'an turned to the next page, "Then the next one... Huh? Chen?"
He turned the page again, "Scene."
He paused, then turned the page again, "...deep?"
Zhang Wenjing and Ke Ting: "..."
Yu Fan: "..."