The next day, Yu Fan unsurprisingly got up late again.
He broke the pot and walked slowly towards the school gate, thinking about how to discuss with the old school police, so as to avoid the meaningless process of climbing over the wall—
"It's only the first day of school, huh?" Fat Tiger's voice spread all the way to the nearby canteen, "I was late when school just started! Are you going to skip class and not come?"
There was a row of boys standing at the school gate, all of them were familiar faces at a glance.
A group of people hunched their backs and lowered their heads, slouching, standing in different postures, and their expressions were not very happy. They probably didn't expect Fat Tiger to come to the school gate to catch latecomers on the second day of school.
This group of people is mixed up just by looking at it, making the person on the far right stand out immediately.
Hu Pang was tired of cursing, and walked in front of the man with his hands behind his back, his tone softened seven points for a moment: "Jing Shen, what's going on this time? You got up late?"
Seeing that upright figure, Yu Fan remembered that ill-fated letter again, made a decision immediately, and was about to turn around and go to the back door with a sullen face.
However, Chen Jingshen seemed to have sensed something, raised his eyes, and looked straight at him.
The eyes of the two met, Yu Fan felt something was wrong, subconsciously quickened her pace—
"Yu Fan." Chen Jingshen called out.
The others who have been winking and wanting to run away quickly: "?"
Hu Pang turned around flexibly: "?"
Yu Fan: "..."
Did you fucking mean it
Half a minute later, Yu Fan joined in with an unlucky face. He didn't even look at Chen Jingshen, and stood at the far left of the queue.
"The queue goes from low to high, how many times do you want me to say it?" Hu Pang pointed to the side of Chen Jingshen, "You stand there."
Yu Fan: "..."
When will you get rid of your damn obsessive-compulsive disorder
Yu Fan reluctantly moved over.
"You wanted to run just now, didn't you?" Hu Pang continued after he was seated, "I was late yesterday, I was late again today, and I lied to the teacher! Say it yourself, do you look like a student!"
Yu Fan asked, "What did I lie to you?"
"I asked your teacher Zhuang. She said that your parents are only working outside. How did you tell me yesterday?"
"..."
"Even if you can say that kind of heartless words, I think you are really hopeless." Hu Pang said, "You, Mr. Zhuang, are still willing to take care of you. I don't like to say a word to students like you. tired!"
Just as Yu Fan was about to say something, the people next to him frantically winked and hinted - don't talk about brother, you will have to stand all morning.
Yu Fan clicked his tongue in his heart, opened his eyes, and shut his mouth.
After talking for so long, Hu Pang was a little out of breath. He unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip, while checking the time on his watch.
"Stand up, stand up straight! Don't be foolish, show some teenage spirit!"
After Hu Pang finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the people next to him, "Jing Shen, you should go back to the classroom first, or you will miss the first class. Next time, pay attention to the time and don't be late again, ah."
"Hey, Director Hu, I don't agree with you when you say that. Everyone is late, so why should we stand when he can leave?" The boy in the middle who was ironed with tin foil said, "It's not fair."
The boy's name is Zuo Kuan, and he's from Class 8 next door. In Hu Pang's eyes, Metaphor Fan is the more troublesome existence.
Although Yu Fan is also a mess, he usually doesn't take the initiative to cause trouble, ignoring trivial things like skipping class and sleeping, which is quite worry-free.
But Zuo Kuan is not, he often takes the lead to fight with the third year of high school or the school next door, causing a lot of trouble. However, there is some relationship at home, it is said that it is a distant relative of the principal, and he always makes a big mistake and muddles things along.
After Zuo Kuan finished speaking, he subconsciously went to find someone from the same camp: "Is that so, Yu Fan?"
Yu Fan blurted out: "I have no objection."
If possible, he hoped that Chen Jingshen could run away.
Left Width: "..."
Just as Hu Pang was about to have a fit, he heard Chen Jingshen say softly, "No need, Director, I am willing to be punished."
"Look, you look at the others." Hu Pang looked satisfied, and he walked up to Zuo Kuan, "Fair? Your grades in several subjects are not as high as others, and you are still qualified to talk about fairness with me..."
Hu Pang shifted his target, and babbled and scolded Zuo Kuan for a long time, while Yu Fan felt sleepy listening to it.
Hu Pang was not looking at this side, he simply leaned back, leaning against the wall and yawning lazily.
A nasty smell leaned towards him unexpectedly—
"Have you read my love letter?" Chen Jingshen was a little hoarse when he spoke in a low voice.
"..."
Why do you have the face to mention it
Or at the school gate, in front of the dean?
Yu Fan didn't lift his head, and said in a harsh tone, "Tear it up."
"Well," Chen Jingshen put his hand into his pocket, "I wrote a new one last night."
"?"
Yu Fan stood up straight, and before he took out his things, he quickly grabbed his wrist and restrained his movements.
Yu Fan's palms were a little cold, Chen Jingshen glanced at him and stopped.
"You can't understand human language?" Yu Fan gritted his teeth, "I said I don't like men..."
"Yu Fan! What are you doing?"
Hearing the movement, Hu Pang hurried over and said in shock, "What are you doing holding other people's hands? Let go!"
Yu Fan didn't dare to let go, if he let go, Chen Jingshen took out a pink envelope with his backhand, who would be responsible
"I," Yu Fan held tightly, holding back for a long time, "my hands are cold."
Hu Pang looked puzzled: "Put cold hands in your pockets, don't disturb other students."
"..."
Yu Fan still didn't move, he was holding Chen Jingshen's wrist, his whole body was a little stiff.
He was thinking about what to say when the person in his hand suddenly exerted force, but Yu Fan couldn't restrain him. When Chen Jingshen pulled out his hand, Yu Fan's heart skipped a beat—
Fortunately, nothing was taken out.
Yu Fan let go of his hand, feeling as tired as if he had just finished a fight with someone.
Hu Pang saw some clues, frowned and asked, "What were you talking about just now? What kind of man? What kind of book?"
What kind of devil's hearing is this
Yu Fan opened his mouth and said, "He recommended me a tutorial book suitable for men."
Chen Jingshen's eyelids twitched, but he didn't speak.
"Nonsense, which tutorial book is sexist? Besides, do you still read tutorial books?" Hu Pang looked at him suspiciously, "What tutorial book did he recommend to you, let me hear."
Yu Fan: "A summary of junior high school mathematics knowledge points, how rookies learn mathematics, stupid birds... fly to 2017 first."
A few people next to him: "??"
Hu Pang didn't expect that it was really about the tutorial book.
He was stunned for a while, then nodded in agreement: "These books... are indeed quite suitable for you, not bad."
Yu Fan's swear words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back at the end.
With Chen Jingshen around, Hu Pang didn't punish them for standing too long, and waved them away as soon as the bell rang in the first class.
A group of problem students walked together in a huge formation. Boys of this age are still at the naive stage where they are collectively punished to make them more respectable. When they go upstairs, they deliberately raise their voices, causing the students in the classroom to look out frequently.
Yu Fan walked in the front, feeling noisy, so he quickened his pace.
Zuo Kuan followed closely: "Yu Fan, why is that student in your class walking so fast? Hurrying to go to class?"
Yu Fan ignored him.
Zuo Kuan glanced at his face: "Damn it, I still want to teach him a lesson, so I was scolded by Fat Tiger for a long time. Hey, do you hate him too, or we..."
The person in front suddenly stopped, and Zuo Kuan also subconsciously stopped.
He wanted to say something else, but Yu Fan turned his head and glanced at him coldly.
Yu Fan was already tall, and stood two steps higher than him. His downcast eyes were filled with venomous cruelty and threats, and disappeared in a flash.
Left wide like being nailed in place.
"I told you." After a while, Yu Fan said lazily.
Left Wide: "What..."
"Don't touch anyone in my class."
One sentence seemed to help him recall, but also seemed to be a warning.
Yu Fan turned around and left. It wasn't until he couldn't see his back that Zuo Kuan came back to his senses and whispered, "Damn it."
…
Yu Fan walked all the way up to the fourth floor, and when he saw the figure standing at the top of the stairs, he paused invisibly.
Chen Jingshen stood there, holding a very familiar letter paper in his hand.
It's not over, is it
Sure enough, just as Yu Fan walked upstairs, he heard that cold sentence again: "Student Yu."
Yu Fan couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and grabbed his collar: "Do you think I won't beat you..."
Chen Jingshen let him hold it, and spread out the letter paper in his hand with one hand, and brought it to his eyes.
Yu Fanxin said Nima's invincibility—
""Learn Physics Easily", "Mandatory Questions for Junior High School", "An English Dictionary That Elementary School Students Can Memorize"..."
Chen Jingshen didn't change his face: "These are the tutorial books I picked out yesterday."
"..."
"It's all suitable for you." Chen Jingshen paused, as if looking for a suitable vocabulary, "People with zero foundation will do it."
"..."
"I hope it can help you."
"..."
All day long, Yu Fan didn't even glance at the front row of seats.
A certain person is so tall that when he looks up he can see the back of his head that needs to be punched.
"Aren't you tired of playing this broken game?" Wang Lu'an leaned on the back of the chair with one hand, "I've been playing all day."
Yu Fan: "Stop worrying about other people's lives."
The bell rang for the end of the last class, and Zhuang Fangqin came in on time, stepping on the pace of the physics teacher leaving.
Wang Lu'an bumped into him immediately: "Stop playing, Fangqin is here!"
"Don't touch it," Yu Fan said, "it's a critical moment."
"..."
Fortunately, Zhuang Fangqin didn't pay attention to this end either.
As soon as she entered the classroom, she went straight to the computer and opened the file in the USB flash drive: "Before school, change your seats."
A new seating chart appears on the projection screen.
"Fuck, I changed seats for Yu Fan, and our fate has come to an end too quickly." Wang Lu'an squinted his eyes to find his name, "Damn, why did I sit with the disciplinary committee member! Did Fangqin do it on purpose? of!"
"Let me see who you're sitting with—I'm stupid!"
"Fuck! Yu Fan! Look at your new tablemate!"
Yu Fan paused the game and raised his head impatiently: "Are you annoying..."
His words stopped abruptly when he saw the third group of people in the fourth row standing up.
The whole class was still looking for their new position with their heads stretched out, only one person got up holding the book and walked towards the back of the classroom.
Wang Luan's desktop is too messy, only one corner is clean. Chen Jingshen put the book in that corner, and looked at Wang Lu'an wordlessly.
Wang Lu's peace of mind: "Xueba, wait a moment, I will clean up right away..."
Yu Fan stretched out his hand and held down Wang Lu'an's crumpled textbook.
"What do you mean?" He frowned and looked at Chen Jingshen.
Chen Jingshen: "Didn't you say so?"
Wang Lu'an was caught in the middle, looking left and right, with a dazed expression on his face.
Yu Fan: "What did I say?"
"Tell me," Chen Jingshen said, "If you like to watch, sit closer."