Chapter 12: Not familiar with him.

Yu Fan felt that he could now beat up two Yu Kaiming with one hand, so when he got out of the hospital, he took a taxi straight home.

The cabbie was a little stuffy after a long day of driving, and the front window was half open.

He glanced at the man in the back seat, "Little brother, it's okay to open the window a little, right?"

Yu Fan said, "No."

The wind blew in from the front seat, hitting his face a bit cold. Yu Fan subconsciously scrunched his chin inside his collar, and a faint smell of detergent wafted into his nostrils.

He wrinkled his brow and lowered his head with the smell, glancing at the slightly oversized white duffle coat he was wearing.

"......"

I forgot to return the clothes.

Let's bring it to him at school tomorrow.

At the entrance of the neighborhood, Yu Fan got out of the car and took off his jacket and carried it in his hand.

So as not to fight and get dirty later.

But apparently he was overthinking it. With the power out and no one to unlock the door in the middle of the night, Yu Kaiming left the house last night and hasn't returned.

Yu Fan returned home and unlocked the front door, glancing at the door to his room as he turned to enter.

The door had been kicked in, and there were still a few visible footprints on it, which showed Yu Kaiming's impotent rage at the time.

Yu Fan coldly withdrew his gaze and turned back to his room.

The next day, Yu Fan walked through the school gates clutching a heavy white down jacket, feeling like a fool.

I didn't feel much like wearing it yesterday when I was sick, and now I think the jacket is too thick.

Chen Jingshen, you're weak, right?

Yu Fan entered the classroom at the morning reading bell, and Zhuang Fangqin came especially early today and is already sitting on the podium.

When Wang Luan saw him, he desperately scowled at him, and before Yu Fan could react, Zhuang Fangqin stood up with a sullen face.

"Yu Fan, you come out with me." She swept the classroom, "Morning reading has begun, the English class representative comes up to lead the reading."

So Yu Fan left the classroom again before his butt even touched the seat.

"What did you do yesterday?" Zhuang Fangqin asked, arms around his chest in the hallway.

Yu Fan: "Sleep."

"And?"

Normally, there was a lot he could have said. But Yu Fan thought about it for half a day, and was sure that he had done nothing but sleep all day yesterday.

"Don't say it." Zhuang Fangqin swept the classroom, "Did you beat someone Chen Jingshen into the hospital?"

"......"

Zhuang Fangqin saw the clothes in his hand and was shocked, "Even if you hit someone, you still grabbed someone's jacket?"

Somehow, Yu Fan suddenly remembered that he had thrown a punch last night and was easily caught by Chen Jingshen.

"I didn't hit him." At least it didn't hit.

Yu Fan paused, "Where did you hear that?"

"The school group saw it, you and him in the hospital-" Zhuang Fangqin said and stopped.

Yu Fan: "Okay, you're still in the school group?"

Not only did she get in, but she also set up keyword alerts in the group, so that when someone said Yu Fan's name, she would get an alert right away.

Zhuang Fangqin : "Of course not, it was another student who sent me the picture."

"......"

"So what did you do at the hospital last night?"

Yu Fan swallowed back his words of explanation.

"I lied, I did beat him up." After a long time, Yu Fan leaned against the wall and said carelessly, "I'm tired of seeing him acting like a top student, so I can't guarantee that I'll beat him up again next time."

Zhuang Fangqin raised his eyebrows and looked at him quietly.

She's been with Yu Fan for over a year, and she can tell right away if a boy is telling the truth or bullshit.

Sure enough, the next moment, Yu Fan said, "So you hurry up and move his seat so I don't have to do it again."

Zhuang Fangqin's heart, which had been lifted all night, slowly relaxed.

It's good that we didn't get into a fight. Yu Fan is still carrying the punishment. Another demerit would be a serious problem.

This was the reason why she had to call out and ask for clarification even though she felt in her heart that Yu Fan wouldn't strike at her classmates for no reason.

But since Yu Fan is so rejected, it might be time to consider changing the seat.

If two classmates can't even coexist peacefully with each other, let's not expect anything else.

"All right," Zhuang Fangqin raised his chin toward the classroom, "go in and read in the morning."

Yu Fan returned to her seat, only to realize that half of the class was looking this way.

He'd gotten used to this kind of attention, but today he felt particularly uncomfortable. So he strained his eyelids and looked back over his shoulder, one by one.

Yu Fan waited for the heads to turn back before looking at the person next to him.

Chen Jingshen, dressed thinner today than yesterday, with only an overcoat, is reading along with the English words.

He looked lazy, and his lips were a little white, and he looked sickly when his face was expressionless.

It seems to be a true body weakness.

Yu Fan realized that last night, he took off his jacket and sat in the hospital all night, he must be even more weak.

Chen Jingshen doesn't have a lot of volume, but he's a little lower-voiced than the others, and he stood out among the readings from Woodrow Dragons.

As he read, he suddenly covered his lips and coughed.

Yu Fan came back to his senses and shoved the duffle coat at him roughly, "I forgot it yesterday, give it back."

Chen Jingshen Last night, I was late brushing up on the questions, and I didn't have much energy.

He let out a "hmmm" and took it and put it on his lap, propping up his eyelids as he continued to read the words.

Yu Fan leaned back in his chair and turned his head to look at him.

Two minutes later, it turned its head to look at him again.

......

It wasn't until the English rep stepped down from the stage, clutching her textbook, that he relented and called out, "Hey."

It took Chen Jingshen a moment to act like he just realized, "What?"

"It's pinching me." Yu Fan crossed his legs, put his knee against the soft down jacket on his lap, and frowned, "Put it on."

Chen Jingshen kept up the motion of shoving his textbooks into the drawer and turned his head over to look at him.

Yu Fan's eyelids fluttered at his stare and he asked coldly, "What are you looking at?"

"Nope." Chen Jingshen puts the duffle coat on.

Then inclined his head and coughed harder.

Yu Fan: "......"

Between classes, Wang Luan asked Yu Fan to go for a smoke.

The person next to me asked, "Brother Fan, when I saw the picture Zuo Kuan posted yesterday, I really thought you had beaten up Chen Jingshen."

"I told you, Yu Fan couldn't have touched anyone in the class," Wang Luan exhaled a puff of smoke, "so what the hell were you doing at the hospital yesterday?"

Yu Fan was too lazy to explain and babbled, "I passed by and he came out of the hospital and just happened to run into me."

Wang Luan ohs, "I saw you guys so close together and thought you were going in pairs."

"Is it possible?" Yu Fan looked out the window, "Don't know him well."

The next class that visited the piano, they smoked one and hurried back to class.

As soon as Zhuang Fangqin entered the classroom, he got right to the point: "I just roughly went through your homework from last night, and I caught a few slackers who didn't copy some problems ten times at all. These people should be more conscientious and give me ten copies of the questions that they copied less than ten times at the end of the week."

"And," she said, pulling the workbook she had clipped from her textbook, "Yu Fan, stand up and speak for yourself."

And what's the matter with him.

Yu Fan stood up slowly, "What did I say?"

"Did someone else write this assignment?" Zhuang Fangqin shook his workbook, "Can your handwriting look this good? Look at the words inside and the names outside, can they be written by the same person?"

"......"

"I can accept that you copy less or even don't turn it in," says Zhuang Fangqin, "but you can't force other students to do your homework for you, that's very bad-"

"There was a loud clatter. Before Yu Fan could react, the person next to him moved his chair and got up.

"Teacher, he didn't force himself on anyone."

Zhuang Fangqin froze: "What ......"

Chen Jingshen : "I volunteered to write it for him."

Yu Fan: "......"

Zhuang Fangqin : "......"

Wang Luan: "????"

The two stood outside the classroom holding their textbooks one by one.

One stood straight, the other crooked.

Their classroom was next to the hallway, and both windows above the hallway were wide open.

Yu Fan stood up a little straighter in annoyance, blocking the wind.

"Are you stupid?" He couldn't help but ask, "What are you standing up for?"

Chen Jingshen glanced at him, "Sorry."

"......"

There's no need to apologize.

Yu Fan moved his lips and was just about to say something.

Chen Jingshen : "I didn't think your handwriting would be that ugly."

"......"

"It's better to practice later."

"......"

"At least the name should be written in a way that people can read it ......"

"One more pussyfooting around from you," Yu Fan squeezed his textbook and ground his teeth, "and I'm going to post your trashy love letters on the school bulletin board so the whole school can admire your crappy handwriting together-"

The person next to him looked over lightly, "You still have it?"

"......"

The class stared for a long time at the two people outside who were stuck together talking small talk.

You call that not knowing him well? Wang Luan is at a loss.

You call that annoying to look at? Zhuang Fangqin clenched his fists.

She was just about to say why don't you guys just come up to the podium and talk if you're so chatty when she saw Yu Fan pinch her textbook and turn around, revealing her reddened ears.

He walked to the back door and stood still, separated from Chen Jingshen by a classroom distance.