t the moment around the coming and going are students, they do not dare
to stop for fear of being affected, and can not help but want to see the fun.
Some of the students who got lost in the questions automatically put the
phrase Yu Fan into their heads and did a little reading comprehension, which
came out to mean something along the lines of "Try looking at me again and
see if I can take your eyeballs out."
The two girls caught in the middle looked at each other and instantly decided
to run.
But before they could, the boys behind them moved first.
Only to see him raise his hand, hook the shoulder strap of his school bag
with his thumb, and walk towards Yu Fan's side with a face full of calmness
amidst the astonished and scared gazes of the crowd.
Yu Fan stared at him without expression, and when he came over, he rose
slowly--
"Why don't you go home after school and gather here?"
The meeting was interrupted by a loud voice in the middle of the room.
Yu Fan's eyelids jumped and she cocked her head to scan behind the man,
seeing a bright Mediterranean Sea before anyone else.
"..." The energy he had just tensed up instantly dissipated and he lazily
sat back down again.
The man apparently recognized the voice as well and stopped in his tracks.
A middle-aged man with a slightly short and fat figure, carrying a dark blue
briefcase in his hand, walked from the school gate. He glared at the
watching students as he walked, and the people around him dispersed in the
blink of an eye.
The person who came was the head teacher of their school, and when he
saw the person who caused the commotion, he raised his eyebrows, "Yu
Fan?Why is it you again! School hasn't started yet today, what are you doing
at school?"
Yu Fan first looked back at the milk tea store and then back at him, "This
store is owned by the school disk?"
"..." The Dean of Instruction was dumbfounded for two seconds and glared
again when he saw his face, "And what's going on with your face? Did you
get into a fight with someone again?"
"Fell."
"Don't you fool me, where could you fall like that?"
Yu Fan thought for a moment, "It's not far, I'll show you?"
The Director of Instruction took a deep breath.
After so many days of vacation and just having a good year, he'd almost
forgotten what it was like to be so angry at Yu Fan that his chest hurt.
"Just wait, I'll find your homeroom teacher when school starts tomorrow."
He finished pointing at Yu Fan before turning his head to the other student
standing beside himself.
For a moment, Yu Fan thought he was watching a Szechuan opera.
"Jingshen, ready to go home?" The Head Teacher smiled affectionately.
Yu Fan saw the indebted-looking classmate finally avert his gaze from his
face and lowered his eyes without much tone of voice and responded,
"Uh-huh." The head teacher patted him on the shoulder, "Wait, I happen to have
something for you, so come back to the school with me first."
After saying that, when the head teacher looked over again, his eyebrows
wrinkled up again, "And you! Go home if you're not doing anything, don't
hang around like a punk!"
Yu Fan raised his hand, shook it twice perfunctorily, and waved goodbye to
the Director of Instruction.
Students around the room:"..."
What part of this guy doesn't look like a punk to you?
Seeing the Director of Instruction leave, Yu Fan was about to turn his head
back when the person who had followed the Director back to the school
suddenly turned his head back.
Yu Fan raises an eyebrow, and the hand that was just about to be lowered is
raised again, sending him an international gesture of friendship in a big way.
That's what Wang Luan saw when he came back.
Wang Luan panted and put the box on the table, saying anxiously, "Why did
Fat Tiger come out? He's not here to arrest you, is he? What did you say?"
The director of teaching is called Hu Pang, Wang Luan privately called him
fat tiger.
"Said hello," Yu Fan gave him a look, "What are you running for? Didn't
pay?"
Wang Luan breathed a sigh of relief and sat down next to him, "I thought
you were going to get into a fight across the street, so why don't you run
faster? Hey, who messed with you just now? There was a tree in the way, I
didn't even see ...."
Wang Luan said as he looked toward the school's front door, catching only a
flicker of a figure. He froze and blurted out, "Chen Jingshen?"
Yu Fan: "You know?"
"Not just that ..." Wang Luan paused, "You don't know him?"
It was only after receiving Yu Fan's look at the fool that Wang Luan
remembered that his brother had been in the same class for three
semesters, and I'm afraid he hadn't even memorized the names of his
classmates.
But--
"Do you remember when you read six reviews in front of the whole school
last semester?"
Yu Fan was silent for a moment, "I don't remember."
"Then think again," Wang Luan said, "Every time you read the review down,
it's his turn to go up to the stage to receive his award speech."
"..."
Where are all the prizes to be won?
"And that grade ranking list, his name is on the first one every time ... Oh,
this is normal that you don't know, and you don't read that stuff."
Oh, honors students.
Yu Fan realized, no wonder he looked so annoying.
Wang Luan was so hungry that he buried his head in a few bites of barbecue
before he remembered to ask, "What did Chen Jingshen just do to you?"
"Nothing." Yu Fan looks down at his cell phone, "Can you eat in peace?"
"It's too spicy, I need to open my mouth and slow down."
Wang Luan looked at the person beside him, then with a shock, reached out
to pull his sleeve: "Damn, what happened to your hand? How did you get a
cut? I didn't see this wound just now?"
Yu Fan didn't even look up, "It was accidentally scratched."
Wang Luan Looked at him as if he was nothing, shocked: "This can also be
careless, such a long a mouth ... you do not hurt ah?"
"Here, reach your hand over, I'll help you exhale twice." Wang Luan said,
making a gesture to blow two puffs on the back of his hand.
Yu Fan pushed away his head that was coming closer, "... Don't be
disgusting."
He really didn't feel any pain, and although the wound was long, it was
shallow. Maybe it was because he hadn't enjoyed himself in the fight just
now, he even had that fine, hidden feeling of pleasure when the blade broke
through his flesh.
It was quite strange. Yu Fan stared at the back of his hand for a few
seconds, and then when he looked back at his phone, the giant long glutton
he was controlling had hit the edge of the phone and the game was over.
He turned it off with a lack of interest, got up and said, "I'm going back."
"So early?" Wang Luan said, "You don't have anyone at home, so it's boring
to go back, why don't you go to my house? I just bought some new game
cassettes."
"No." Yu Fan refused dryly, having just gotten into a fight with someone, he
was filthy and his nostrils smelled vaguely of blood. He wiped his nose very
lightly and said, "Let's go."
February weather in the Southtowns is changeable, with the sun out in the
afternoon and then rainy and cloudy in no time.
Yu Fan snaps the hood of his sweatshirt on, puts his hands in his pockets,
bends left and right, and eventually walks into an old street. Dilapidated stores, low-rise buildings, stores selling used cell phones still
playing Remix versions of some unlucky song.
Yu Fan turned into the old neighborhood on the street, and saw a minivan
parked in front of the building, a few movers are carrying furniture upstairs,
and two middle-aged women standing behind the car chatting.
Yu Fan took one look at the blocked hallway and simply stepped aside,
intending to wait for the household to finish moving before entering.
The two men beside the car did not realize that there was an extra person
behind them and were still chatting away.
"In the future, if you have something to do, just go upstairs and look for my
sister. Our environment is a little worse, but the human feeling is strong ah,
neighbors live close to each other, some small things can help everyone will
help."
"Thank you sis, I made some dumplings, so when I get the house cleaned
up, I'll go door to door and deliver them to everyone."
"You're welcome ... Oh yeah, don't go in 201 that house."
"Huh? What's the word?"
"It's nothing much," the man hesitated and lowered his voice, "there's a
father and son living in that house, neither of them are any good! The man's
wife ran away, and he only comes back once every three to five days to
drink and gamble, and the youngest is a social scum who makes trouble all
the time and doesn't learn anything! A few years ago, the father and son
fought every day at home, the noise, scared me that whole day do not dare
to go out ..."
"Mommy!" A childish voice came through the large, dilapidated iron gates of
the neighborhood.
The little girl wrapped up in a ball of clothing came bounding over with a
freshly purchased lollipop, probably too bulky for her equipment, and jumped into a smooth turn. Within a few steps, she tripped over her front
foot and her little body fell straight to the ground-
Yu Fan bent down quickly and hooked her index finger into the little hat on
the back of her cotton jacket.
The little girl was tugged steadily, her body tilted in mid-air, candy still
clutched in her hand, her expression blank and adorable.
The woman's heart skipped a beat and she rushed forward to check on the
situation. She knelt down and took her daughter into her arms, making sure
she was okay and then looked up gratefully, "Thank you ..."
The other party had already turned and gone up the stairs, and all she could
see was a tall, thin back.
The social scum returned home, tossed aside the bread he'd picked up on
the way, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
When she came out, her cell phone was buzzing on the table. No one was
home, so Yu Fan went to the table and picked up her cell phone, looking at it
while she wiped her hair.
Wang Luan: Do you want to copy your winter vacation homework? Can I
send you a copy?
Wang Luan: Why don't you just write a few words or you'll have to stand on
the blackboard all day tomorrow, why bother?
Wang Luan: Where is he?
Wang Luan: I grass, I just saw a message in the school group, said the
Board of Education to strictly control, our school's top classes do not allow to
run, to be dispersed, those top students to be dispersed to our ordinary
class to].
[Wang Luan: I don't know if there will be any new students in our class.]
[Wang Luan: By the way, there's an opening ceremony tomorrow morning at
8:00 a.m., so gather in the classroom at 7:40 a.m. Don't be late.] [Wang Luan: ????]
Yu Fan took a bite of bread and typed slowly.
[-: Send me.]
[Wang Luan: What?
[Wang Luan: You finally came back. I thought you were blocked again.]
[-: Operations.]
A dozen documents were swished across the room.
[ -: So much? ]
Wang Luan: Just copy the homework of the subject you're visiting, the other
teachers don't care about you anyway.
Wang Luan: No, did you see what I said earlier? There's a new student in the
class!
Yu Fan rummaged through the box for half a day before he managed to find
a pen that worked.
[-: Saw it, not interested.]
-
At eight o'clock the following day, Yu Fan stood in front of the closed school
gates, listening to the athletes' march playing inside.
He pulled out his cell phone and looked at it.
Wang Luan: Brother, the whole school is standing in the playground, the
principal is in place, where are you?
[-: Overslept.] Wang Luan: What should we do? The school gates are closed. It's not a good
idea to climb the wall when the flag is raised, is it?
Going in at this moment is no different than just cocking the flag.
Without thinking, Yu Fan replied, "Call me when the flag-raising is over".
He dropped his cell phone into his pocket, figuring he'd find a place to pass
the time and wait for the crowd to disperse before going in. When he looked
up, he met eyes with someone on the other end of the school's iron gates.
Hu Pang put his hands behind his back and asked him with concern, "What
are you doing?"
What kind of bad day is this?
Yu Fan was silent for two seconds, "Raise the flag."
Hu Pang nodded and opened the small door to the right of the iron gate,
"Come in."
"..."
Hu Pang, like he was afraid he would run away, followed him all the way
from the back of the crowd toward the sophomore age line.
The whole school was already lined up in the playground, and the students
in the back row couldn't help but take a second look at him when they saw
him pass by.
Oblivious to the attention, Yu Fan walked daintily in front of Hu Pang.
"It's early in the morning," Hu Pang said, "What, did I keep you from
skipping school?"
"Nope," Yu Fan was sleepy to the point of expressionlessness, "I'll be sure to
smile more when the flag is raised later."
"..." Hu Pang didn't bother to say much to him, pointing to the line a few steps
away, he said, "Your class is here, hurry up and go stand still! I'll reflect the
tardiness to your homeroom teacher later."
"Remember the line is by height, get yourself a good spot, the school
photography department will be taking pictures later!"
Hu Pang walks away with his words, and Yu Fan walks over to the end of the
line he was pointing to and stands, yawning down.
The family that had just moved into the building lived upstairs from him, and
the sound of furniture being moved around continued until three o'clock in
the middle of the night.
He slept uneasily in that house, awakening at the slightest movement, and
was forced to follow through the night.
He was about to take a nap when he heard an ear-splitting "bam" from the
stereo on the podium, the sound of a microphone hitting the ground.
The sound jarred Yu Fan's ears. He raised his head in annoyance, trying to
see which school leader couldn't even hold the microphone properly-
He was up against the back of a head.
At this moment, Yu Fan was a little confused.
Their school has a tradition of lining up classes by height, and Yu Fan is the
tallest in his class, so he's always the one who stands on the butt of the line
every time, followed by Wang Luan.
Yu Fan sized up the back of the man in front of him.
Broad-shouldered, with clean-cut hair and a varsity jacket so white it
smelled like laundry soap.
In comparison, Wang Luan's yellowed, old uniform jacket with "I'm the
craziest in South City 7" written on the back looks like it was picked up from
a trash can. So, who's this?
In the next instant, the other man twisted around as if he had heard his
question.
Yu Fan's reflexes were a bit slow because he was too sleepy. He looked into
those emotionless eyes for a long time before realizing - he had seen this
beaten face before.
It's the one that tried to get a date with him yesterday.
What's his name?
Before Yu Fan could think of anything, his opponent moved first.
Only to see Chen Whatsam suddenly sidestep and move to the side, leaving
a piece of ground empty between them.
Yu Fan had wanted to make sure if he was on the wrong team, seeing this,
he put one hand in his pocket and spoke in a cold tone, "Looking for trouble,
right ..."
"Short ones stand in front."
The other side of the sentence, directly let Yu Fan no sound.