Chapter 13: If you can't take me, it's okay if I don't come.

As the bell rang, Yu Fan turned around and headed back to class, the only thing on her mind.

I went home today and tore up that love letter.

When we passed by the second group, Wang Luan couldn't help but tug on his shirt and asked, "What were you and Chen Jingshen talking about in the corridor, chatting so happily."

"Which one of your eyes saw me talking to him?"

There are 40 people in the class except you two, plus the visiting piano, 82 eyes can see it.

He glanced at Yu Fan's face and dared to think but not speak.

Yu Fan returned to his seat, and the copybook he had just handed in had been sent back to his desk.

The team leader was in such a hurry to collect his homework this morning that he wrote a random name and handed it in without opening it to look at it.

How good can you write with your left hand? Normal people can't write with their left hand. It must have been Visiting Qin who looked too closely at his homework and found the clue in the brush strokes.

Yu Fan opened the book with that thought in mind.

"......"

Then it closed again.

Chen Jingshen returned to his seat, saw him holding his workbook, and swept a glance toward his hand--

Bang.

Yu Fan was quick to press her hand over her name to block it out, then roughly grabbed her workbook and shoved it into a drawer.

Zhang Xianjing turned his head to see this scene.

"What for? Scared people a bit." She patted her chest, then winked and looked at Chen Jingshen, "Chen Jingshen, I heard that you got a perfect score on this exam again, it's really awesome."

Chen Jingshen leaned back and pulled the textbook for the next class from the belly of the table, "Thank you."

"I got sidetracked for a bit in class just now, and there was a question on the paper that I didn't understand, so could you give me a rundown?"

Chen Jingshen asked, "Which course?"

Zhang Xianjing reaches out and points to a random question, revealing a cute pink band-aid on his finger.

Chen Jingshen : "Your Hands ......"

"Oops," she daintily retracted that finger, "I got too many questions wrong, and I was so tired yesterday when I was copying the answers that it wasn't a big deal, but it really hurt, and how much better it would have been if someone had copied it for me- "

"Blocking the question."

"......"

Yu Fan looked at Zhang Xianjing's face and thought that she might make a move before he did.

Chen Jingshen drew over the draft paper and briefly told her about it.

Yu Fan didn't want to hear it, but he was too close, and every word was very clear.

Zhang Xianjing originally just wanted to find an excuse to chat, but she didn't expect Chen Jingshen to really understand what he was saying.

Chen Jingshen : "Got it?"

"Got it ...... Thanks." Zhang Xianjing grabbed the test paper and twisted back.

After a few seconds, she snapped back to her senses.

Grass, it's not like she's really asking questions!

Zhang Xianjing turned his head violently again.

"Mr. Chen," Zhang Xianjing pushed his black-rimmed glasses and couldn't help but ask, "Don't you like wearing glasses?"

Yu Fan's movement of playing with his cell phone lurched, probably guessing the next scene.

He didn't like the gossip and was a little hesitant to go for a walk.

"I didn't say that." Chen Jingshen said.

"So what exactly do you like? Is it small eyes? Thick lips? A skinny little guy?"

"No."

Zhang Xianjing said to himself, "Wang Luan, you're dead," and then pulled out a smile, "What about the ones with a lot of pimples or pockmarks on their face?"

There was no sound from the side.

Yu Fan Vaguely having a bad feeling, he put away his cell phone and was just about to get up and leave-

Chen Jingshen looked toward him.

The dark eyes were cold and direct, flicking around his face.

Quickly, Chen Jingshen withdrew his eyes and said.

"Neither."

Yu Fan: "......"

Before Zhang Xianjing's puzzled eyes turned to him, Yu Fan grabbed his uniform jacket and put it over his head, lying down on the table and pretending to be dead.

-

During the first week of each semester, Zhuang Fangqin highlights some of the students who did not do well in the previous semester.

In the afternoon, Wang Luan came back from the office with red eyes.

He turned backwards and sat down at the table in front of Yu Fan, "I think the visiting kitsune is talking really hurtful."

Yu Fan was the worst at coaxing people, and seeing Wang Luan's expression gave him a bit of a headache as he tapped a pause for Gluttony: "She's a bit wordy, but it's all for your own good ......"

"She said if I keep this up, I'll have to pick up trash with you later."

"......"

Feeling Chen Jingshen's movements slowing down a bit as he worked on his questions, Yu Fan coldly said, "Shut up yourself before I throw my phone in your face."

"Just kidding." Wang Luan let out a sigh, "But I'm really at a loss... Visiting Qin just helped me draw a line on the schools I could go to with my final scores from last semester... and all the schools in the row are vocational and technical colleges! Not a single undergraduate degree! If I get into a technical college in the future, my dad will beat me to death ......"

"Visiting Chin also said that if I went to a technical college, my path in life would become narrower, and I might end up having to help people with their debts. Dyeing a hair color redder than a chicken, getting tattoos that make dogs shake their heads when they look at them, by then my parents will loathe me, my friends will stay away from me, and beautiful women won't love me-"

Yu Fan was about to fall asleep listening to it when he finally heard the closing line.

Wang Luan : "So I learned the hard way and decided to study hard in the future."

"Well," Yu Fan said, "good luck."

"Definitely, brother. In the future, if I'm rich and famous, I'll definitely save you from the junkyard-" Wang Luan clenched his hand into a fist and hammered it twice on his chest, "I'll go back to my studies now, for my future and yours. "

Yu Fan waved his hand, signaling him to get lost.

Wang Luan just rolled not two steps, and then turned back.

"So going to the internet after school later?"

"......" Yu Fan says, "Future don't want it?"

"It's not too much to combine labor and relaxation once in a while, not to mention it's Friday." Wang Luan said, "Let's go to the 'Cool Boys' at the back door, it's closer."

Before leaving, Wang Luan knocked the pen off the edge of the table.

He froze, picking it up and putting it away, "Sorry Schoolboy, it rubbed off."

Chen Jingshen's fingers gently hooked and put the pen back in his hand, "It's fine."

-

"Cool Boys" was a dark Internet cafe across the street from the back door of their school.

The location is secluded and the store is small, but the environment and machine configuration are good.

"I'm coming I have flash! Big him big him big him big him-nice!"

The person who only said he was going to study hard in the afternoon is now sitting in an internet cafe with a voice louder than when he participated in the military song contest.

At the end of the game, Yu Fan couldn't stand it any longer and took off his headphones, "Try yelling again?"

"I'm just excited." Wang Luan took out his cell phone, "Wait, Zuo Kuan has been sending me messages, telling me to wait for them to come online and join them in five rows."

Yu Fan put his headphones on the table, lay back on the couch, and casually clicked on one of the live streams on the homepage.

Their machine was positioned just to the left of the front desk, and occasionally they could faintly hear movement from that side of the front desk.

"Are you ...... coming online?" The receptionist's voice.

"Uh-huh." Coldly replied.

Yu Fan's eyelids jumped.

He looked at the live feed on the screen and thought to himself that there was actually a second person in the world with such a beaten voice.

"We have an extra charge for no ID here, oh." The receptionist reconfirmed, "Scan the code to pay, then go to the left area and pick a machine, oh yeah - the emergency exit is on the far left."

The man didn't answer again, but by the sound of the movement, it was coming their way.

The left side area itself was not very large. Yu Fan didn't look up as he listened to the man walk to his side.

Knock.

The sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

Yu Fan chews his gum and lazily tilts his head down towards the ground.

Then saw a familiar looking black book bag.

"......"

He paused for a moment in his gum-chewing.

"Scholar?!" Wang Luan next to me tilted his head, shocked, "How ...... did you get here?"

Chen Jingshen stood in front of the machine, his eyes lingering on Yu Fan's computer screen for a moment.

A live streaming interface was open on it, and the boy in it had dyed blue hair, like he was playing some kind of game that didn't look like a proper live stream.

He withdrew his eyes, "Come online."

Wang Luan: "......"

First in the grade, coming to the dark Internet cafe at the back of the school, surfing the net?

People around them were looking their way.

It's not that I haven't seen people wearing school uniforms to surf the Internet, Yu Fan and Wang Luan are wearing school uniforms. However, Chen Jingshen is the only one in the whole Internet café who wears his school uniform buttoned up to the top and has a proper posture.

Yu Fan returned to his senses and raised his foot to kick Chen Jingshen's sofa chair before he sat down.

Chen Jingshen paused slightly and lowered his eyes.

"You--"

Yu Fan was about to say, "Go sit somewhere else," when a group of people walked in.

Hair red, yellow, blue and green, should be the next school, they and the receptionist lifted his chin and walked straight in, sat in the row of machines next to Chen Jingshen.

If you look closely, one of the people who blackmailed Chen Jingshen that day is also in there.

"--Switch places with me." Yu Fan finished his sentence coolly.

Chen Jingshen curled his index finger and obediently stepped aside.

Wang Luan watched blankly as the two men next to him switched planes.

The phone buzzed and shook.

He looks down to see, "Yu Fan, Zuo Kuan says one of them over there can't make it, let's go four rows."

"Whatever." Switching to a new position, Yu Fan didn't look at the person next to him anymore, "Pull me."

Yu Fan reopened the game interface and was just about to accept Wang Luan's team invitation when a familiar face suddenly flashed across the computer screen next to him.

Yu Fan and Wang Luan reflexively jumped in their hearts, and both of them frowned in unison, simultaneously twisting their heads to look in the center.

Chen Jingshen's computer screen just happened to have a large introductory line that appeared--

【「Masterclass」Concepts of Sine Theorem and Cosine Theorem (Basic)

Lecturer: Hu Pang]

Yu Fan: "......"

Wang Luan: "......"

Wang Luan's brow twitched as he couldn't help but twist his head, "Schoolboy ......"

Chen Jingshen: "?"

"You came to an internet cafe just to ...... watch Hu Pang?"

"No, wanted to play the game." Chen Jingshen paused for a second, "But I was temporarily stood up and couldn't play."

Dogs don't believe it.

Wang Luan: "So hateful? What are you going to do now?"

Yu Fan: "......"

Chen Jingshen said, "Watch some online classes."

Wang Luan heart said don t ah, you see the online class, the torture is us.

It's still Hu Pang's class, which is even more fucking unlucky.

A thought flew by, and Wang Luan shot his thighs, "School Master, why don't you come and play with us, we're exactly four short of one here. Can you play League of Legends?"

Chen Jingshen said, "Haven't played much."

"It's okay, it's all acquaintances, we'll take you-"

"Bring my ass, no." Yu Fan interrupts with a wrinkled brow, "Just four people, drive."

Wang Luan froze, just wanted to say that he had just helped you with your homework, but you're turning your back on him, isn't that a bit too much?

"Good." Chen Jingshen's tone was flat, "It's okay if I don't come if you can't carry me."

One minute later.

Yu Fan grabbed the mouse from the next machine, turned off Hu Pang's online class, and opened League of Legends.

"See that registration account?" Yu Fan coldly said, "Don't talk nonsense, create a number."