After school, a group of people sat in the billiard hall at the back door of the school and played cards.
Wang Lu'an leaned back on the chair, his head limply drooping back: "I take the exam right after school starts, Wangqin is so perverted."
"Does your class have to pass the test scores to the parent group every time?"
"Don't mention it, my dad has to serve me with a baseball bat again." Wang Lu'an looked at the people around him gratefully, "Fortunately, with my brother here, I will never be the bottom one."
Yu Fan ignored him, bowed his head and dropped his cards.
Zhang Wenjing is the only girl in this group. She crossed her legs and drank milk tea: "Isn't your tablemate a disciplinary committee member? Didn't you copy the order?"
"What the fuck, he's still a disciplinary committee member," Wang Lu'an said angrily, "The handwriting is as good as Yu Fan's, and I'm almost squinting, I can't read a single word—dammit! If you make a 3, you just blow me up??"
"I see you are annoying." Yu Fan said.
"..."
Zhang Wenjing laughed wildly: "But Yu Fan, you handed in blank papers at the beginning of school, and you didn't even have multiple choice questions. Are you really going to be mad at Qin Qin?"
When mentioning the exam, Yu Fan thought of someone again, and threw the cards a little harder.
He asked, "Can you get 90 points for the multiple-choice questions?"
Zhang Wenjing's eyebrows twitched: "The multiple-choice questions don't have a total of 90 points."
That's it.
If you can't score 90 points, it doesn't matter whether you write or not.
With itchy hands, Yu Fan reached into his pocket, wanting to smoke one slowly.
When he came across a rough piece of paper, he felt a "grass" in his heart, and quickly pulled out his hand again.
It was the draft paper that Chen Jingshen handed over.
He intended to crumple the paper into a ball and throw it away, but it happened that Zhuang Fangqin passed by the back door and called him, and he reflexively stuffed the ball of paper into his pocket again.
Yu Fan felt that he might be allergic to the paper things in Chen Jingshen's hands in the future.
"What's so good about writing test papers? I've never written them either," Zuo Kuan, smoking a cigarette, pretended not to admit defeat, "The teacher doesn't dare to control me at all."
Wang Lu'an: "Your teacher is too lazy to care about you."
Zuo Kuan: "Wouldn't that be better? The head teacher in your class, I find it annoying to hear you talking about it. If she were my head teacher, I would have—"
Snapped. Yu Fan threw the last card on the table.
"Don't talk nonsense," Yu Fan said, "Store your face over here."
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Half a minute later, Zuo Kuan had a bastard drawn with a marker on his face.
"Crap, come again..." After Zuo Kuan finished speaking, the person next to him suddenly bumped into his arm, Zuo Kuan frowned, "What are you doing?"
"Brother Kuan, look quickly, is that woman outside the one who chased you before?"
"Who is it?" Wang Lu'an glanced out.
"It's her," Zuo Kuan raised his eyebrows when he saw the girls leaving in a hurry outside the billiard hall, "No one, a girl from class three. She chased me for two months and brought me water and snacks every day. I'm so annoying. It's ugly, I managed to get rid of her."
"Is that girl blind?" Zhang Wenjing lowered her head to play with her phone and said coolly.
"Fart, I'm so handsome, there are too many people chasing me, okay?" Zuo Kuan looked at the card, "What is the most disgusting thing, class three, do you know? It's said to be an invisible key liberal arts class. That woman Write me a letter a week, there are a bunch of ancient poems and classical Chinese in it, I can't fucking read it—"
Yu Fan: "How?"
The person who had been silent all this time suddenly opened his mouth, and Zuo Kuan froze for a moment: "What?"
"I said," Yu Fan repeated, "how did you get rid of her?"
"It's not easy," Zuo Kuan said, "I paste the name on the letter she wrote to me, and posted it on the blackboard of their class."
Zhang Xianjing gave him a white look: "You are so cheap."
"Huh? Who told her to keep pestering me?" Zuo Kuan said, "Yu Fan, why are you asking this? Are there girls chasing you?"
"Nonsense, are there not enough girls chasing my brother?" Wang Luan raised his eyebrows triumphantly, as if he was the one being chased, "Yu Fan just received a love letter—Cao Yufan, you bombed me again?! I'm on the same team as you." Yes! I’m also a farmer!!”
Yu Fan: "It's so noisy."
Zhang Wenjing put down her phone and leaned curiously to their poker table: "Is there such a thing? Yu Fan, who gave you the love letter?"
Yu Fan: "No one."
"Tell me," Zhang Wenjing asked. "A freshman in high school? Is it good-looking? Do I know him? Could it be Chen Jingshen?"
Yu Fan threw all the cards out.
He subconsciously wanted to refute, but Zhang Wenjing went on to say, "Is that Chen Jingshen?"
Yu Fan paused when he heard the words, then turned his head and glanced outside the billiard hall.
With his back to them, Chen Jingshen was standing not far from the back door, with his schoolbag on his shoulders, and his hands hanging naturally by his sides.
He didn't move, and there were three sloppy men standing in front of him.
"Really," Wang Lu'an leaned forward to look at the glass, "The ones in front of him...are they from the school next door? What are they doing?"
"What else can people from the poor school next door do with us?" Zhang Wenjing said, "Extortion."
Yu Fan propped his elbows on the sofa behind him, lazily watching the play.
There is a technical school near their school, it is quite chaotic, and they often come here to cause trouble. For a period of time, Hu Pang patrolled the neighborhood twice a day to arrest people, but he just started school recently and was busy, so this matter was shelved.
The three men Du Chen Jingshen all had strangely dyed hair colors, wearing colorful long t-shirts and black pants, and turned left into the barber shop to go straight to work.
It seemed that Chen Jingshen beside him was cleaner.
Zuo Kuan took a look at his expression and asked tentatively, "Yu Fan, don't you care? Isn't he from your class?"
Yu Fan ignored him, still looking at the other end.
Forget it, so many people are blackmailed every month, can you handle it? Did Fat Tiger pay him protection fees
Moreover.
Although Chen Jingshen is a nerd, he has kept up with his nutrition. His shoulders are twice as wide as those idiots in front of him, and his stature is half a head taller than others. If it weren't for the frail demeanor on his body, who would have believed that those three little monkeys were blackmailing him now? ? As long as Chen Jingshen has some backbone and raises his fist to fight back, these three people will not even think about going back straight today——
In the distance, the tall figure paused for a moment, lowered his head and took out the money.
Yu Fan: "?"
The gangsters looked at the boy in front of them, but they didn't know what to do.
To be honest, they usually only blackmail girls from lower grades, but this... the pair of sneakers on his feet are too awesome. According to a gangster's understanding, it's close to five figures.
Coupled with his good student attire, the three of them unanimously decided to give it a go! Bikes become motorcycles!
"You...do you hear that?" The leader mustered up his courage and held up the WeChat QR code in his hand, "If you don't transfer five hundred, we will ask you to go to another place for a detailed chat."
Chen Jingshen lowered his eyes and scanned their faces.
Only then did they discover that this man's aura of a good student was completely supported by his neat school uniform.
The boy's eyelids are thin, and his face is smooth and sharp. In fact, he looks very cold. When looking down from a high position, people can't help feeling tense.
For a moment, they regretted it a little.
Chen Jingshen thought for two seconds, then put his hand into his pocket.
Maybe it was because of that glance, this person subconsciously felt that Chen Jingshen was going to draw out his weapon or phone to call the police, so he quickly took two steps back: "What are you doing? Take out your hand, or I-"
His words stopped abruptly when Chen Jingshen took out the money.
They stared dumbfounded at the person in front of them counting out five red bills and handing them over.
"No WeChat. Pay in cash." The boy finally spoke and said the first sentence to them.
The gangster was in a trance for a moment.
Why does he feel like a beggar being given alms
And, fuck it.
What's going on with high school students these days? How can I have so much living expenses for last school?
"No WeChat? I believe your nonsense. You don't usually chat with others? Don't you play games? Don't you fall in love?"
When it came to the end, the gangster paused, thinking that this person might really not know how to fall in love.
He took the five hundred, still staring greedily at Chen Jingshen's hand: "Forget it, how much do you have in your hand? Take it all..."
An empty card shoe flew into the air and landed on the man's forehead with precision and crispness.
The card box fell to the ground with a "click".
The man was stunned for a moment, covered his forehead and looked behind the big head: "Who the fuck—"
He saw the person's face clearly and shut up.
Someone in their school said that it is okay to go to the high school next door to find some money to spend, but when they see two moles on their faces and a fierce-looking person, they should leave quickly.
Isn't it the person in front of you
Chen Jingshen turned his head and saw his new deskmate.
At this moment, the expression on the face of his deskmate was the same as when he refused to copy the test papers, not very friendly.
Yu Fan didn't look at him.
"Pay him back," he said to the three men, "and get out."
The faces of the three changed immediately, and the one standing in the middle raised his chin: "Who the hell are you?"
"No way, you don't know him?" Wang Lu'an, who came over, put his hand on the man's shoulder, and said with a smile, "He just beat up the crew cut guy in your school, haven't you heard?"
"..."
"They probably still go to school these days? I looked like I was seriously injured that day."
"..."
Ten seconds later, the man flexibly handed the money to Yu Fan.
Yu Fan didn't answer: "My money?"
The man paused, moved his hand horizontally, and moved it in front of Chen Jingshen.
…
The group of people turned their heads and left when Zhang Wenjing came over from the billiard hall: "Let's go? How cowardly."
"It's not a great character..." Wang Lu'an's words stopped after seeing the black-rimmed glasses that suddenly appeared on Zhang Wenjing's face.
"That's right." Zhang Wenjing pushed her glasses, and looked at the boy beside her with hypocritical concerns, "Student Chen, are you not scared?"
Chen Jingshen put the money back into his pocket: "No."
Zhang Wenjing smiled softly: "That's good, the back door of our school is quite messy, you must be careful in the future."
Her accent made Wang Lu'an's skin crawl. He curled his lips and asked: "Xueba, why did you give the money so honestly just now? The security guard at the back door is still there, and he can come if you call. Otherwise, you can struggle a bit, they dare not Make a big fuss."
Chen Jingshen said, "Trouble."
His expression was calm and his tone was cold, as if he wasn't the one who gave the money immediately after being blackmailed just now.
Wang Lu'an: "..."
"How about this, classmate Chen?" Zhang Wenjing rolled her eyes, "How about we add a WeChat? If you are in danger in the future, you can find me, and I will bring someone to rescue you as soon as possible!"
After she finished speaking, she paused, "Oh, you don't have WeChat, do you? A phone number is also fine."
Chen Jingshen was silent for two seconds, and reported a series of numbers.
Zhang Wenjing didn't expect him to give it so easily this time, she was taken aback for a moment, and took out her mobile phone: "Wait, wait, read slowly."
Yu Fan regretted it almost the moment he came over. He scolded himself for being idle in his heart, pocketed with one hand, turned and walked back.
As soon as he took a step, someone grabbed his sleeve suddenly.
Everyone else was stunned.
Yu Fan lowered his head subconsciously, and saw the familiar hand with distinct knuckles on his clothes.
With energy, he pulled back his clothes.
It didn't come out.
So he frowned and raised his eyes, and said coldly, "What are you doing..."
"Can I add you on WeChat?" Chen Jingshen asked.
Yu Fan: "..."
Zhang Wenjing, who was entering the number into the phone address book: "?"