"I can't." Two words without ups and downs floated in from the window.
"Look, let me tell you!" Wang Lu'an said proudly.
Yu Fan ignored him, pulled up the chair again, and sat down with arms crossed.
Zhang Wenjing curled her lips regretfully: "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"without."
"Then why not? You don't want to fall in love? Is there someone you like?" Zhang Wenjing looked at his school uniform and guessed, "Or, you don't like people with poor grades?"
"No," Chen Jingshen said, "I just don't like you."
Zhang Wenjing: "..."
Wang Lu'an: "..."
He looked at the cold side face of the first grader, and the idea of asking the other party to cheat was completely shattered in his heart, "Damn, isn't this bully talking too straight?"
Yu Fan was playing with the lighter, not surprised at all.
It's quite appropriate for a face that needs to be beaten to say something that needs to be beaten.
Zhang Wenjing's frustration only lasted for two seconds: "I know, it's okay, I just don't like it for the time being, we will be in the same class for more than a year, take your time, I am very patient. In fact, I started to pay attention when I was in the first year of high school. You, I went to see your project during the sports meeting, I didn't expect you to be transferred to my class this semester... "
Chen Jingshen's expression finally changed slightly. He raised his eyebrows lightly and stared at her for two seconds, as if thinking about something.
After a long time, he asked, "Are we in the same class?"
Zhang Wenjing: "..."
Zhang Xianjing smiled stiffly, and stated: "I've been sitting in front of you for a day."
Chen Jingshen thought for a while: "Sorry, I have no impression."
Are you face blind? I've turned my head around all day long, you say you don't have an impression
Zhang Wenjing's expression was almost unbearable. She opened her mouth to say something when she was interrupted by the abrupt bell.
Chen Jingshen also heard it. He glanced in the direction of the playground, and then turned around: "Is there anything else?"
"Yes," Zhang Wenjing told herself to be calm, "Then we should be friends, right? Can you add a WeChat?"
"No."
"… What?"
"I don't have WeChat."
Chen Jingshen left, and Zhang Wenjing stood still for a long time.
Wang Lu'an was satisfied, and just as he was about to leave, Zhang Wenjing suddenly turned her head and went straight to them.
"Wang Lu'an! Tell me!" Zhang Wenjing stood outside the window, reached in and grabbed Wang Lu'an's clothes, "Do I look good?"
"Looks good, looks good!" Wang Lu'an shrugged.
"Then why does Chen Jingshen treat me like this?"
"Exactly!" Wang Lu'an asked, "How do you know we're here?"
"I saw it a long time ago. How much have you smoked? It stinks." Zhang Wenjing let go of him, and looked at the other person who hadn't spoken. "Yu Fan, tell me, do I look good?"
Yu Fan said, "Come on."
Zhang Wenjing smiled, she put one hand on the window sill: "I didn't look carefully today, your face is really wonderful."
Wang Lu'an said: "You don't understand, these are my brother's honorable medals."
"Is this honor for you?" Yu Fan asked.
"No, no." Wang Lu'an chuckled, and asked Zhang Wenjing, "Hey, you really liked Chen Jingshen since freshman year in high school?"
"How is it possible that I can hold back until now if I like it in the first year of high school?" Zhang Wenjing said, "Just say it casually."
"..." Wang Luan was taken aback, "Then it was love at first sight?"
"It doesn't count either."
Zhang Wenjing pulled back her hair and returned to her usual beautiful and flamboyant appearance.
"Don't I think he's handsome? He's good at studying. If I can really be with such a person, I won't have to worry about homework and exams in the future." Zhang Wenjing was still a little moved when she thought about it. Is there a chance?"
Yu Fan didn't even lift his head: "No."
"I also think..." Wang Lu'an was halfway through speaking, and immediately changed the topic when he met Shang Zhang's demure and threatening eyes, "The main thing is, these top students have very special tastes, what if Chen Jingshen just doesn't like you? "
"Then what does he like?"
Wang Lu'an became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, gesticulating with his hands: "It's the kind of hair tied behind the forehead, with small eyes and thick lips, wearing 800-degree wine bottle glasses, who only knows how to study all day, and has a few pimples on the skinny face— "
"Fart." Zhang Wenjing paused, and then said, "Then is it too late for me to get a pair of glasses?"
Tired of listening, Yu Fanteng stood up and walked out.
Wang Lu'an's sleeves were still in Zhang Wenjing's hands, and upon seeing this, he hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go home," Yu Fan said, "play slowly."
"Who the hell is playing with her, wait for me, let's go together, in case you get blocked again... Hey hey, ancestor, my clothes are going to be torn by you..."
Zhang Wenjing didn't let go, she thought of something, turned to the back and said, "Yu Fan, don't tell anyone what happened just now! Otherwise, I'll tell Fangqin about your fight with the school next door—"
"It's up to you," Yu Fan copied his pockets with both hands, turned and went upstairs, and there was a sentence floating in the corridor, "Remember to say that I won the battle and didn't embarrass her."
"..."
"Xueba, did you bring your mobile phone to school?" Wu Si asked, looking at the person who had just returned to the classroom.
Because of Zhuang Fangqin's special habit of changing seats twice a semester, currently the seats in the class are all occupied by the students themselves.
As a transfer student, Wu Si naturally sat with another transfer student.
When they are in the first class, their seats are arranged according to their grades. Before the shift, Wu Si never thought that he would be able to sit at the same table with Chen Jingshen one day.
Chen Jingshen sat down, lowered his head and packed his things: "Yes."
"I heard a few vibrations just now," Wu Si said, "It's in your schoolbag."
Chen Jingshen took out his mobile phone, and there were five unread text messages on it.
He stared at the sender's note for a while before pressing his finger on the screen.
Wu Si had no intention of peeking, but the seats were close together, so he accidentally glanced at Chen Jingshen's phone screen in a blink of an eye.
It is a text message interface, and the words "Mom", "help you transfer", and "go home early" can be vaguely seen.
Although I didn't see all of them clearly, the connection is very easy to understand—the parents of Xueba are not satisfied with the class division this time, and want Chen Jingshen to transfer to another class.
This is normal, his parents also want him to transfer, but unfortunately his family is not as awesome as Chen Jingshen's, so he can't just change it.
Wu Si was lamenting that he hadn't taken advantage of Xueba and was about to leave, when he saw Chen Jingshen throw his phone back into his school bag, randomly pulled out a question bank, and silently brushed up the questions with his head down.
He was stunned: "Xueba, after school, why don't you go home?"
"Um."
After a long time, Chen Jingshen felt the burning gaze beside him, and turned his head: "What's the matter?"
Wu Si smiled, a little nervous: "It's okay, I just have a problem... I haven't solved it yet, I just went to the office, and the teacher wasn't there, so I wanted to ask if you could take a look for me. Of course, if you If I'm busy, I didn't say it..."
"Bring it."
"Ah?" Wu Si was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that he handed over his own question bank with both hands, "Oh, please."
Wu Si asked happily.
He left contentedly with his schoolbag in his arms, and Chen Jingshen was the only one left in the classroom.
The phone vibrated again in the schoolbag.
Chen Jingshen didn't seem to hear, and continued to shake the brush question.
The afterglow of the setting sun casts a layer of golden light on the entire campus.
After finishing another paper, Chen Jingshen turned his wrist, looked at the pen and ink on the side of his palm, got up and walked towards the toilet.
After washing his hands and returning, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the person downstairs, Chen Jingshen paused and stopped in place.
The door of the dean's office. Yu Fan leaned against the wall with one hand in his pocket and stood impatiently.
And his other hand was being held by the teaching director, and he was sending it to his nose—
"Don't you feel like a pervert?" Yu Fan asked.
"What nonsense!" Hu Pang grabbed his hand and questioned, "You said you didn't smoke, so what's the matter with the smell of cigarettes on your hand?!"
Yu Fan tilted his head to the other side and fell silent.
Thanks to Wang Luan's "Flag" before saying goodbye, Yu Fanren was blocked before leaving school.
He bumped into Fat Tiger who had just returned from a meeting, and the other party insisted that he smelled of cigarettes from a distance of ten meters.
Dogs have no noses.
"Stop quibbling?" Hu Pang let go of him, "Call your parents over tomorrow!"
For a moment, a trace of irritability and disgust appeared on Yu Fan's expression that could not be concealed.
But soon, he returned to his original expression: "I can't scream."
"Why, do you want me to ask Mr. Zhuang to call your home to inform your parents?"
"It's useless to fight."
"What's the meaning?"
"There's no one in the house."
"I don't have a mother," Yu Fan turned around and smiled at him, "The other one died long ago, too."
"..."
Looking at his smile, Hu Pang stood there in a daze, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
"You..." He was still in shock, "Why didn't I hear Mr. Zhuang mention..."
Yu Fan said indifferently, "Maybe they want to keep it a secret for me."
Hu Pang was silent for a long time, and then touched his own Mediterranean at a loss, "Well, I really don't know...then you live alone now?"
"Well," Yu Fan looked at the gradually darkening sky, "I don't need to call my parents, do I?"
Who dares to call this
Hu Pang coughed: "No need."
Yu Fan stood up straight and was about to say goodbye to Fat Tiger when someone pinched his shoulder.
"But you still have to be punished for breaking school discipline." Hu Pang patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "How about this, you go upstairs and write a 2,000-word self-criticism to me, and you will go home after handing it in. "
"..."
"I just played chess at the school gate, and brought it to me directly after I finished writing."
Yu Fan moved slowly to the corridor of the classroom and looked down at the school gate.
Then he met Hu Pang who had been staring at him going upstairs.
Hu Pang and the old school policeman set up a table of Go outside the school police station. When they saw him, they immediately waved their hands and mouthed to urge—write it quickly!
Yu Fan clicked his tongue and turned his head into the classroom.
He didn't expect that there were still people in the classroom at this time.
Chen Jingshen sat in the setting sun and did not raise his head when he heard any movement. The only sound in the classroom was the rustling of paper falling from his pen tip.
Yu Fan subconsciously glanced across Chen Jingshen's desktop, only seeing a thin piece of paper, like a draft.
Neither of them wanted to communicate with anyone. Yu Fan walked to his seat as if no one was around, pulled the chair away with his feet and sat down, took out his mobile phone to pass the time.
There are several unread WeChat messages on it.
[Wang Lu'an: You were caught by Fat Tiger?]
[Wang Lu'an: Hey, why are you back in the classroom again? I'm waiting for you to go back together at the school gate.]
[-: Let me write a 2,000-word review.]
[Wang Lu'an: ... What should I do then? How long do you have to write, or just find a copy online.]
[-: Don’t write, I’m too lazy to copy.]
[-: You go back, I will climb over the wall through the back door later.]
The back door of the school is not open on weekdays except after school is over on Friday. However, he had to wait until Fat Tiger became absorbed in playing chess before he could sneak through the opponent's back to the back door.
After replying to the message, Yu Fan clicked on the Snake game that came with his phone, and played it with a hundred times more serious attitude than usual in class.
The surrounding area is very quiet, because there is no interference, he feels particularly good in this round. In the back, the gluttonous snake grew so large that it almost filled the screen, and the upper right corner of the phone kept reminding him that he was just a little bit away from breaking the record.
The harsh sound of chair feet rubbing against the ground pierced the tranquility of the classroom.
Yu Fan didn't pay much attention, his slender fingers were still swipe across the screen.
He heard another person in the classroom stand up, and then the sound of papers turning.
Finally leaving
Just as Yu Fan was thinking, he heard the footsteps of the other party, getting closer and closer, as if walking towards him.
Do not go through the front door of the classroom, must go through the back door
Because there was no one else in the classroom, Yu Fan's sitting posture was relatively loose - most of his body was exposed outside the desk, his legs stretched freely, blocking the aisle.
Feeling the other party approaching, Yu Fan lazily retracted his legs.
Two seconds later, the other party stopped in front of his desk.
"Student Yu." Chen Jingshen's voice fell from above his head, his tone was cold, no different from what he would hear when he smoked.
At a critical moment in the game, it was only 300 points away from breaking the record.
Yu Fan stared intently at the phone screen and ignored him.
About half a minute later, when he found that the man was still standing in front of his desk, Yu Fan frowned, and habitually said, "I won't hand in my homework."
Every time other people in the class talk to him, nine times out of ten it is to remind him of homework.
"I don't accept homework."
"Then what are you doing?"
Chen Jingshen stared at his shallow hair twirling in silence for a while, took out a letter from his pocket, and handed it over with one hand.
The moment the thing stretched out, Yu Fan raised his head reflexively.
Yu Fan felt that he might have been distracted for just a second, and he didn't even see what the thing was, so he quickly looked back at the game—
Then he saw the cosmic super invincible giant greedy snake that he had painstakingly managed for ten minutes hit the wall head-on, and the game was over.
Only 77 points away from the highest record.
Oh shit.
Yu Fan threw the phone on the table and stood up impatiently: "Beating up? Did you see me busy?"
He glanced at the pink envelope that Chen Jingshen handed over, raised his head and asked, "What do you mean? The challenge letter..."
etc
What color envelope
Yu Fan's voice faltered, and he maintained the aura of wanting to punch someone, then lowered his head and took a closer look.
Chen Jingshen has slender fingers, protruding wrist bones, and cleanly cut nails. At this moment, he is pinching a familiar pink envelope sealed with love.
"Student Yu."
Yu Fan raised his head stiffly.
Chen Jingshen carried his schoolbag on one shoulder, pressed the letter on the table, and pushed forward: "Please accept my love letter."