The school gate at school time is crowded with students.
"It's so hot today, why doesn't our school install air conditioners in the classrooms?" Zuo Kuan just finished playing basketball, and now he was sweating profusely, clutching his clothes and said, "Go to a milk tea shop to play cards with air conditioners?"
Wang Luan immediately said: "I have no problem."
Yu Fan: "No."
Zuo Kuan glanced at him: "Why don't you go? Look, your face is flushed."
Yu Fan wanted to say that he was not hot, but shut his mouth when he got to the point.
Wang Luan snorted: "What do you know, this is not hot."
Yu Fan: "?"
Zuo Kuan: "What is that?"
"It's not the girl in your class." Wang Lu'an raised her eyebrows with a smile, "Her love letter is full of perfume, and my fingers still smell, you can smell it."
"Fuck, take it away," Zuo Kuan patted Wang Lu'an's hand away in disgust, and said, "Then the stamina is too strong, right? Are you still popular after one class?"
Yu Fan frowned: "Get lost, it's hot."
Walking out of the school gate, Wang Lu'an couldn't help but look around: "Hey, don't you think the area around our school has become much cleaner recently?"
"Nonsense. Ever since Yu Fan was blocked at the back door by people from the school next door, Fat Tiger has been very strict in arresting him. He has two patrol teams a day and has held meetings with the leaders of the school next door. How can anyone dare to come to our school?" Making trouble..." Zuo Kuan turned his head from side to side, and said emotionally, "Tsk, life is really boring these days, isn't it Yu Fan?"
Yu Fan rubbed his fingers on the cover of the exercise book he was holding, but said nothing.
A few people walked to the door of the milk tea shop with thoughts, and Yu Fan ignored Zuo Kuan and the others' persuasion, and left without looking back.
It didn't take long for Yu Fan to return to that familiar old street.
Walking in the crowd, he bundled up the papers and workbooks he brought back and stuffed them in his pockets, walking a bit slower, feeling a sense of late regret in his heart.
... Why didn't you just swing the book on Chen Jingshen's head.
At that time, school was just over, and several classmates passed by, no one should have heard it, right
Why did he agree to let Chen Jingshen come over
Either send a message now to tell Chen Jingshen not to come, or lock him out when someone comes, or drag him into the room and beat him up before throwing him out—
Yu Fan walked into the supermarket with a mind full of ideas.
"What do you want?" The proprietress looked up at him.
Yu Fan said, "Fan."
"how is it like?"
"The wind is strong, the head can turn, and the two of them won't feel hot when blowing together."
"...you can just say floor fan? Wait, I'll get it," the proprietress got up and asked, "Is there any brand you want to buy?"
"No, you can take whatever you want."
The broken fan in the room has been used for seven years, and it only has two gusts of wind when it is set to the highest setting. It should be replaced long ago, otherwise it will be hot to death next month.
He bought it back for his own use, and it has nothing to do with Chen Jingshen.
The warehouse of the small supermarket was messy and messy. The proprietress searched for a long time inside. Yu Fan stood at the checkout counter and glanced at the supermarket casually, finding a folding chair in the corner.
There are not many stools in his house, and he broke one in a fight with Yu Kaiming before. The last time Chen Jingshen came to his house, he could only sit on a wooden stool without a backrest.
Yu Fan looked away, thinking it's a good job, otherwise there would always be people running to other people's houses with nothing to do.
Ten minutes later, Yu Fan walked out of the supermarket expressionlessly holding a fan in his left hand and a folding chair in his right.
Now is the time for people to go downstairs to talk and walk after eating. Under the careful and surprised eyes of the neighbors, Yu Fan carried the two items up to the second floor, put them on the ground and took out the keys.
As a result, he accidentally took the cigarette case out of his pocket and dropped it to the ground with a bang.
"If you smoke too much, your lungs will turn black." A childish voice sounded from the corridor, "Our teacher said so."
Yu Fan glanced at the little girl sitting on the stairs, then bent down to pick it up: "Your parents haven't come back yet?"
"I just called them with Xiaotiancai, and they said they are on the way." The little girl propped her chin with her hands, "Brother, you like smoking more than my father. Every time I do my homework by the window, I can see it." Lots of smoke."
Yu Fan: "Did you get smoked?"
"No, that window is broken and can't be opened." The little girl said coquettishly, "Brother, don't smoke! If you get sick, you won't be able to beat your father!"
"..."
Can the couple upstairs avoid their children when they gossip
Yu Fan couldn't remember when he started smoking.
He smoked particularly fiercely in a certain year. At that time, the days were so dark that he couldn't survive without cigarettes. But let's talk about addiction, it's not that bad, at least in the recent period, when he doesn't want to smoke, he can completely bear it.
"Mind your own business, little brat."
If it were someone else, they might invite the little girl to come in and wait, but Yu Fan thought about his reputation in the community, so he forgot, "Did you eat?"
The little girl shook her head, her ponytail dangling in the air: "I didn't eat it, but I don't want to eat yours. The wontons you bought last time were so bad! Just wait, I will steal some from my refrigerator next time." for you."
"..."
Yu Fan lifted his things into the house, turned around and said "Don't steal things from the house", and slammed the door.
According to previous experience, Yu Kaiming will not come back for at least half a month to hinder his eyes.
But after he entered the room, he subconsciously took a look at Yu Kaiming's door, it was dark.
Yu Fan carried the things he bought back to his room and set them up in the room, made a simple bowl of instant noodles, and turned around to take a shower after eating.
After taking a shower, Yu Fan picked up the towel on his shoulders and wiped his hair casually twice, then stopped in front of the mirror to squeeze toothpaste.
He stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth and brushed vigorously twice, then his movements froze, and he stood still for a few seconds to react, then couldn't help but lowered his head and rubbed his face several times—
Who the hell, brushes teeth at 7:30 in the evening...
At the door of Yu Fan's house, Chen Jingshen glanced at the time on the phone screen, reached out and weighed the shoulder strap of his schoolbag, and was about to knock on the door.
As soon as he raised his hand in the air, there was a "squeak", and the door opened by itself.
Yu Fan poked his head out to see if there was anyone nearby, then grabbed his T-shirt and hurriedly pulled him into the house.
After entering the house, Yu Fan carefully locked the door and seemed to confirm it several times.
Although I think Yu Kaiming will not come back, but just in case.
Chen Jingshen watched him busy in silence.
What a strange battle. It seemed like he wasn't just here for the kiss.
Yu Fan turned around, met Chen Jingshen's gaze, and frowned: "What are you looking at?"
"No." Chen Jingshen put back what he wanted to say, and asked, "How did you know I'm here?"
"Heard footsteps."
Chen Jingshen: "Can you recognize the footsteps?"
"..."
Yu Fan's face immediately stinks. Feeling that he might be kicked out of the room if he continued talking, Chen Jingshen took off his shoes and put them away, and asked, "Enter the room?"
"..."
Yu Fan's stinky face instantly turned red again.
Yu Fan followed him into the room, as if he was the guest, and stood there for a long time without sitting down.
Where does Chen Jingshen want to kiss
Yu Fan couldn't help but glanced at his room. His room is too small, and the desk is very narrow and high. Sitting on it is definitely not as close as the desk in the classroom of the laboratory building; sitting on a chair and talking face to face is too strange; leaning against the wall... standing for a long time will make you tired.
Chen Jingshen sat on the newly bought folding chair, took off his schoolbag and put it under his feet, and looked up at him: "Why don't you sit?"
Yu Fan's thoughts were flying in his mind in a mess.
With a cool oh, he closed the door and sat on the chair, just thinking about how to put his legs so that Chen Jingshen could lean over—
Xisuo interrupted his thinking, and a blank paper was placed in front of him.
"You brought a math paper today, and I brought it back for you." Chen Jingshen said indifferently, "Tomorrow's first period is math class, let's do this paper first for tonight's homework."
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Yu Fan stared at the paper in front of him without moving, feeling a little confused.
Chen Jingshen took out his paper and pen, saw that he hadn't moved, and asked, "Or do you want to do physics first?"
I want to punch you first.
A few seconds later, Yu Fan turned his head stiffly, opened the drawer, took out a pen, wrote his name on the test paper, and replied without emotion: "Do, count, study."
After the Dragon Boat Festival, the second year of high school was getting tighter and tighter, and even the homework in the evening almost doubled.
After finishing the two math papers with great difficulty, Yu Fan turned to look over and saw Chen Jingshen take out the physics exercise book.
After physics, do chemistry.
The boiling water that was just boiled and still bubbling was blown in front of the floor fan I just bought for three hours, and it became cool and white.
By the time all the homework was done, Yu Fan was already wilted, with his eyelids downcast and lack of energy.
After Chen Jingshen checked his last paper, he said, "Would you like to memorize it—"
"Don't recite." Pat, Yu Fan threw the pen on the table, got up and said, "Pack up your things and go home."
Chen Jingshen: "Where are you going?"
Yu Fan ignored him, picked up the cigarette case and walked to the balcony.
Yu Fan's room is the only room in the house with a balcony, which was specially reserved for him by his grandfather. The balcony is very simple and small, and its function is to hang two clothes and blow some air.
Yu Fan stood with his back on the balcony, lit his cigarette and took a puff, then turned his head and spit the smoke out of the anti-theft net as if it were Chen Jingshen.
Fuck homework, homework can't be done at home? Is his room an evening self-study classroom
Did Chen Jingshen forget what he said
This memory is still the first in the grade, pull it down.
Yu Fan took another sip.
There was a sound of pulling the zipper of the schoolbag in the room, Chen Jingshen said: "Then I went back?"
"Get lost." Yu Fan didn't even look at him.
"Aren't you sending me off?"
"Shall I move a sedan chair to carry you down?"
Yu Fan followed his words and looked towards the gate of the community, lazily said: "The gate is closed today, you go through the small iron gate, it will be on the right side of the gate you went out before."
There was a sound of footsteps approaching, Yu Fan thought that Chen Jingshen came to check the door. He raised his hand holding the cigarette and pointed it down, then turned around and said, "That's it..."
The familiar scent of mint drifted down, Chen Jingshen stopped in front of him, and tilted his head down to touch his lips.
The balcony suddenly fell silent. Feeling his lips being licked lightly, Yu Fan couldn't help trembling with his hand holding the cigarette, and opened his mouth subconsciously—
The next moment, Chen Jingshen let go of him, turned his head and coughed a few times in a low voice.
Grass.
Yu Fan was taken aback, and quickly realized: "What the hell... didn't you see that I was smoking?"
He reached out and patted Chen Jingshen on the back vigorously, "You don't kiss for a long time after brushing your teeth, but you come over as soon as you touch a cigarette... Are you here to lie to smoke?"
Chen Jingshen didn't choke much, but his back hurt a little from being slapped.
Brush your teeth at eight o'clock
The balcony light was not turned on, and Chen Jingshen seemed to smile in the dark: "No. I couldn't do my homework after kissing. I have been enduring it for a long time. I can't wait for you to finish smoking."
"..."
Why can't I do my homework after kissing
Yu Fan's brain, which was so cool after doing the questions, began to warm up again, and he was stunned for a long time before he said: "Then I will brush my teeth again..."
He had just taken two steps when someone grabbed his wrist.
"No, it's not bad, it's just that I didn't get used to it at first." The balcony light was off, and Chen Jingshen's voice sounded in the semi-dark environment, deep and low, "Can I come into your room and kiss?"
The floor fan squeaked and turned. Yu Fan lay half-lying, with his back against the head of the bed, and was kissed quietly. The wind from the fan seemed to just pass by without leaving any coolness, and his head and neck were still hot.
Yu Fan was still not very good at adjusting his breathing. Chen Jingshen wanted to let him go after kissing him for a while. After several intermittent kisses, Chen Jingshen raised his hand to help him wipe the corners of his mouth, and said, "I tasted it."
Yu Fan breathed heavily, swallowed and asked, "What?"
"Toothpaste, strawberry flavored." Chen Jingshen stretched his fingers into his mouth, rubbed on one of his teeth, and said, "Yu Fan, your tooth is a bit sharp."