The forty-minute class flies by quickly.
When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Zhuang Fangqin ignored the harsh voice and continued: "I will readjust the seats in two days. Students who have ideas or opinions about the seats can come to the office to find me in private. For the class cadres, it is still It turned out that the batch..."
A figure stopped at the door of the classroom.
Zhuang Fangqin turned his head and met Hu Pang's eyes, instantly understanding.
"Okay, let's adjourn the meeting first, and the representatives of all subjects will collect the winter vacation homework."
Hearing the word "meeting adjourned", Yu Fan's head went straight down—
"Yu Fan, I have something to talk to you." Zhuang Fangqin dropped his voice coldly, "You go to my office and wait. I'll go over after talking with Director Hu."
"..."
Not long after the class meeting ended, the teacher's office was empty.
Zhuang Fangqin's desk is stacked with a high stack of booklets, and on the other side are computers and teaching plans, leaving only the middle piece of the entire desk.
The cool breeze comes in through the cracks of the window, which is comfortable and comfortable.
Yu Fan stared at the open space for a while, then lay down without hesitation and fell asleep.
…
"Are you still used to it in the new class?"
"Um."
"The learning progress of the ordinary class is much worse than that of the first class. You have to keep reading the questions and don't be affected."
"Um."
"Your parents are also very concerned about this matter. They called me this morning. I also told her that class reorganization is just a countermeasure. When the limelight passes, the school will reschedule."
Yu Fan closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he didn't get the lifeless "um".
He looked up from the crook of his arms, looking forward through Shan Gao's exercise book with displeasure of being woken up.
Seeing the person standing in front of him clearly, Yu Fan narrowed his eyes.
The ghost is gone, right
Chen Jingshen stood silently in front of the desk, talking with the former class teacher.
Yu Fan didn't move much, and there were three desks between them, blocked by a partition, so the people in front didn't notice him for a while.
"However, your parents still have concerns. She wants me to help you transfer to a better class. After all, the class you are in now..."
"No." He finally responded.
The head teacher of Class 1 paused: "But your mother..."
"They are all ordinary classes, there is no difference."
The young man's tone was cold, his thin single eyelids were stretched downward.
Yu Fan rested his chin, lazily watching the play.
"You just transferred to that class, maybe you don't know it yet," the head teacher of Class 1 hesitated, "Although they are all ordinary classes, the atmosphere of Class 7... is worse than other classes. The average score is always at the bottom, and the class is disciplined. The selection is always the last one, and there are a few well-known thorns in the class—one named Yu Fan, you should have seen it, and often reads self-criticism at the flag-raising ceremony. Your mother's worry is not unreasonable, It's all for your own good..."
Slap.
The sound of a pen falling.
The head teacher of class one paused, and the two turned their heads and looked back together.
Yu Fan bent down to pick up the pen, raised his head and met their eyes.
Seeing him, Chen Jingshen's slightly tensed shoulders suddenly loosened, and he regained his silent expression.
The teacher in class one still kept his mouth open.
Seeing the Band-Aid on Yu Fan's face, and remembering the rumors about Yu Fan beating up his teacher, she felt a little apprehensive, and it took her a long time to find a reply: "You..."
Yu Fan: "I think you're right."
"?"
Before she could react, Yu Fan said again: "I'm a vicious person, it's not good to scare top students. I agree with him turning away."
"Who is so vicious? Who wants to turn away?" Zhuang Fangqin's voice came from the door, and after seeing the situation inside, she yelled angrily, "Yu Fan! Who allowed you to sit in the teacher's seat? I called you here to let you sleep How about I go to the classroom and make a bed for you?"
Class 1 head teacher: "..."
Yu Fan: "I didn't sleep."
"Then who pressed the mark on your face?" Zhuang Fangqin put the things in her hand on the table, "Why, why don't you get up? I'm standing up and saying, you sit and listen, right?"
Yu Fan clicked his tongue, stood up slowly and stood aside.
Chen Jingshen withdrew his gaze: "Teacher, I won't transfer classes. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."
The teacher in class one came back to his senses, before he had time to say anything, the other party turned around and left without looking back.
Xu Shi felt embarrassed, and half a minute later, she also left in a hurry with the lesson plan in her arms.
There are only two people left in the office.
Although Zhuang Fangqin didn't hear everything, he made a good guess based on what happened just now.
"Look at you, how have you ruined the image of our class?" She picked up the thermos and took a sip, "Tell me, what happened to your face?"
"It fell."
"You can fool the dean with your words," Zhuang Fangqin asked, "you got into a fight again, right?"
Yu Fan looked out the window and said nothing.
"How many times have I told you that you are a student, don't always fight and kill those social youths outside, can you do something that you should do at your age?"
The person in front of him stood in a dazed manner, his face full of indifference, with the virtue of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.
Zhuang Fangqin was so angry that he took another sip of hot water: "Also, just now the dean told me that you threatened a new classmate outside the school yesterday, with a knife in your hand, what's going on?"
Yu Fan: "He is so good at editing, why doesn't he publish it?"
"This one," Zhuang Fangqin clicked on a certain exercise book on the table, "it's the math lecture notes written by Director Hu."
"..."
After a long stalemate, Yu Fan said calmly, "I didn't threaten him, the knife was picked up, and he doesn't know him."
"Can you pick up a knife on the road?" Zhuang Fangqin glanced at his pocket, "Where's the knife?"
"At home, save the vegetables."
"..."
Zhuang Fangqin stared at him for a while, feeling slightly relieved.
After leading this class for so long, she knows a little bit about all the students in the class, especially Yu Fan. Judging by his tone and expression, she should have really done nothing.
But judging from the situation when the flag was raised this morning, he didn't welcome his new classmates that much.
"Let me just believe you." Her face remained unchanged, "The new semester has begun, do you have any study plans?"
"Memorize the ninety-nine multiplication table."
"Say a few more words to see if you can send me into the hospital." Zhuang Fangqin gave him a white look, opened the drawer, took out a brand new tutorial book and put it in front of him, "I specially went to the bookstore to give this to you." I found it, the types of questions above are very basic, and the teaching method is also simple, you take it back and read and do more, if you don’t know it, come to the office to find me.”
Yu Fan stared at the book cover for a while, and swallowed "Don't waste money": "Oh."
Before leaving, Zhuang Fangqin called him again.
"Also," Zhuang Fangqin was thinking about how to speak, "The transfer students this time are all good students with excellent grades. You should set them as role models and try not to conflict with them..."
"Don't worry," Yu Fan said without turning his head, "I'm allergic to top students. From now on, he will be one foot closer to me, and I will be one foot away from him. I will strive to create a harmonious and beautiful learning environment for new students."
Yu Fan skipped the first physical education class after school started.
The toilet on the first floor of the laboratory building was filled with smoke. There are usually no teachers here, and Fat Tiger, who often comes to patrol and arrest people, has gone to a meeting again, and a few boys stand in the toilet, gathering together to smoke without fear.
"The idiots in the school next door don't dare to confront them directly, so they know how to play tricks. Next time, let's find a time and go to the back door of the school to find them."
"They're really funny. It's not good to block anyone. Block the most awesome man in Nancheng No. 7 Middle School..."
"Thanks for the invitation, people are here, my brothers punched them one by one, making them shit all over the floor," Wang Lu'an looked at the people next to him, "Isn't it, brother?"
"roll."
Yu Fan pulled a stool from the empty classroom next door, and was sitting lazily with his legs crossed. He lowered his head, manipulating the game characters on the phone with one hand, and holding a cigarette in the other hand, "Talking about you, don't talk about me."
"Damn," the boy on the far right squatted on the ground, staring at the grade list on the phone screen, "Why are there transfer students in the second semester of the second year of high school? Our class has four students at a time, which made my class rank straight From 57 to 61!"
Wang Lu'an laughed at him: "There is not much difference, they are all last."
"Get rolling," the man exhaled at Wang Lu'an, got up and said, "School is over now, are you going to play ball?"
In response to all calls, the others wrung out their cigarettes one after another, and skillfully waved their hands to diffuse the smell of cigarettes.
Seeing the person sitting motionless on the chair, the person asked, "Yu Fan, are you not going?"
"No, play games."
Wang Luan immediately said: "Then I won't go either."
A group of people left in a mighty manner.
Yu Fan was leaning on the back of his chair, killing people in the game, when he heard a crackling typing sound coming from beside him.
Wang Luan has a quirk. He likes to listen to the default knocking sound of the mobile phone when typing, which is extremely noisy.
Yu Fan paused the game, turned to him and asked, "Are you sending a telegram?"
"I'm chatting," Wang Lu'an said, "I'm asking someone about Chen Jingshen."
"?"
Yu Fan was puzzled: "What are you asking about him?"
"What do you think?" Wang Lu'an said, "He's number one in his grade! I don't have to ask if he's good at talking, and see if I can ask him for help with quizzes and homework in the future."
Yu Fan lost interest: "Oh."
After a while, Wang Luan put down his phone and sighed.
He was looking for a friend who used to be in the first class, but the other party told him politely without thinking about it: there is no play.
People who say that this top student is well-known in the first class rarely talk coldly, and his personality is exactly the same as his appearance. I usually ask him a few questions that I don't know, and he may be able to free up his hand to help, but forget about the others, and we can't talk for more than ten sentences.
"Oh, by the way, my friend also told me that Chen Jingshen's family seems to be very rich." Wang Lu'an said, "He said that at the parent meeting last time, Chen Jingshen's mother's battle was really awesome... Hey, the injury on the back of your hand , got better pretty quickly."
Yu Fan tilted his wrist.
This kind of small injury can heal quickly, and when I went back last night, it had already started to scab.
He stared at the wound for a while, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to reach out and grab two handfuls.
Open the wound, it should bleed again, then fester and become inflamed.
Just as Yu Fan bent his other hand and touched the scar, his shoulder was suddenly bumped several times by people around him.
He snapped back to his senses, and after being absent for two seconds, he asked, "Looking for death?"
"No, I'm stupid, look out the window!" Wang Lu'an said in a breathy voice, "You really can't talk about people behind their backs, is that Chen Jingshen?"
Yu Fan looked out subconsciously.
You don't even need to look at your face, just by seeing the green and white winter school uniform that has drifted past, Yu Fan can be sure who it is.
From this angle, they could only see Chen Jingshen's tall, thin and straight silhouette.
There is a girl standing in front of him.
Wang Lu'an narrowed his eyes: "That's Zhang Wenjing next to him?"
The two most troublesome people for Zhuang Fangqin in Class 7, Grade 2, one is Yu Fan, and the other is Zhang Wenjing.
Contrary to her name, Zhang Wenjing permed and dyed her hair in her first year of high school, smoked and left early, and beat and cried countless boys. She was beautiful, and there were a group of people chasing her when she was in the first year of high school. After she became famous, most boys would take a detour when they saw her.
"What are they doing..." Wang Lu'an muttered.
As soon as the words fell, Zhang Wenjing took a step towards Chen Jingshen, her beautiful curly hair swaying in the wind with her movements.
"Oh, your name is Chen Jingshen, right?" She laughed, her lipsticked lips raised brightly, "I like you, can you date me?"
Yu Fan's eyelids twitched, and he got up to leave.
Wang Lu'an quickly grabbed him: "Where are you going? Why don't you leave after reading this?"
"Not interested in."
"Don't, look again," Wang Lu'an said, "Do you think Zhang Wenjing is crazy? How can a good student like Chen Jingshen fall in love with someone early!"
Yu Fan thought of that pink love letter, and thought to himself, let it go.