Chapter 24: I just listened to you and didn't pick up that cigarette.

After sending the man and the dog away, Yu Fan went back to the previous internet cafe.

"Are there any more machines?"

The Internet cafe owner looked up from his computer, "Yes. Back from dinner?"

Yu Fan Uh-huh.

Chen Jingshen picked the noodle shop is very honest, a bowl of noodles is a huge portion, and there is a lotus egg underneath. He came back from his walk and his stomach was still up.

"Do you want to make a night of it tonight?" The owner opens the on-line program, and asks.

"Pack."

"Then wait, there's plenty of room today, I'll pick you a comfortable one."

They were neighbors living on the same street, and Yu Fan often came here, so the boss had heard a lot about his family.

He couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you just stay at the school?"

"Too lazy to take evening classes."

"......"

South City No. 7 Middle School has a dormitory. However, the location of the school is good, the transportation is convenient, and the rule that boarding students have to study in the evening, so the number of day students in their school is twice as many as other schools.

Turning on the machine, Yu Fan lay back on the couch and clicked on the gun game again.

After a game, he suddenly felt it was pointless.

After going out in the wind for a while, I don't seem to want to fight as much.

So Yu Fan clicked on a random movie that she had heard the name of, and as the sleep-aiding sound hung in her ears, she was ready to sleep through the night.

Just as I closed my eyes, I was woken up.

Auntie came over with her cleaning cart, pointed to something on his desk and asked, "Little brother, is this a garbage bag?"

The owner of the internet cafe happened to pass by, holding instant noodles for his customers. When he heard the commotion, he subconsciously glanced over to Yu Fan's side.

Yu Fan was so casual in putting things away that the plastic bag stuck pathetically to those books, being hidden through by the books placed at the top. The boss saw a sign on the book cover that read - "Zero Math, Choose Stupid Bird Flying First!" .

The word "bird" even has a little fat bird that can't get up.

The boss saw Yu Fan staring at the bag with a smelly and disgusted face.

So he said confidently to the aunt, "It's not his, it's probably left by one of the customers. Please put it on the counter for me and see if anyone comes to pick it up later."

Auntie was old and had poor eyesight. Sniffing and nodding, she reached for the bag.

The other guy was faster than her.

"Mine."

Yu Fan abruptly jerked the thing away and threw it behind him to cushion it. With his eyes littering the computer screen, he said vaguely, "Thanks ...... for not throwing it."

-

Wang Luan was really given an ultimatum by his father this time. If he doesn't do well, he'll lose his allowance, confiscate his cell phone, and be restricted from traveling on weekends.

So the next day, he ran to Chen Jingshen with his exercise book in his arms during two consecutive class periods.

Wang Luan realized that the information he had inquired about earlier was very reliable. Although the schoolmaster usually talks little, he is not ambiguous in his lectures, which are simple, easy to understand, and particularly detailed.

It's even a little too detailed.

There's also the fact that it's a little loud.

"Schoolmaster, although my foundation is a bit poor, but I still know the knowledge points of the first year, there is no need to waste your time to teach me again ......"

Chen Jingshen said, "Learn it one more time to strengthen your memory."

"......"

After finishing another question, Chen Jingshen pressed the pen against the table, making a clear sound, "Do you understand."

As the voice rang out, the fingertips of the sleeping tablemate beside him, resting on his shoulder, twitched and clenched vainly into a fist.

Wang Luan's heart trembled with this hand, and he said in an airy voice: "I understand, I understand, that's the school master, maybe we can lower our voices a little bit? Look, there are so many students around, it's not good to disturb others. ......"

"Uh-huh." Chen Jingshen The volume remained the same, "Which other question."

"......"

Wang Luan flicked the page, "This path--"

"No more?" Yu Fan looked up from the crook of his arm and stared at Wang Luan, his voice like ice, "What, is there a sign in Zhuang Fangqin's office that says, 'Wang Luan is not allowed to come in and ask questions'?"

"I'm not eager to learn. And visit Qin is indeed not in the office, she went to listen to the open class today ......"

Wang Luan said, moving a little closer to Yu Fan's face, "Damn, you look like you've been working all night last night. I've always wondered how you managed to stay at that Internet cafe near your house all night, given its poor environment."

Chen Jingshen looks down.

Yu Fan's skin was cold and white, with more of whatever color was apparent on his body. At the moment, he was black and blue under his eyes, drooping his eyebrows, and didn't look too refreshed.

Feeling the gaze of the people next to her, Yu Fan subconsciously wanted to bury her face back again.

He knows what a virtue he is now.

But then he thought - no, what's wrong with being ugly? Why should he care about his image in front of Chen Jingshen?

"Cheap," Yu Fan frowned, "It's not as bad as you make it out to be with a couch ......"

With a chill on his forehead, Yu Fan's voice came to an abrupt end.

Chen Jingshen put two fingers together and probed his forehead.

Yu Fan's messy hair in front of his forehead was pushed to the side by his fingers, revealing his full eyes, which were instantly less hostile.

Both men froze.

Yu Fan didn't come back to his senses until Chen Jingshen moved his hand away. With his chin still resting against his arm, he twisted his head around and said, "Are you-"

"You look the same now, as you did last time."

Yu Fan: "......"

Chen Jingshen said, "Don't stay up all night if you're weak."

Yu Fan: "??"

Who the fuck are you to talk about me when you can't even hold your own dog?

Wang Luan Seeing Yu Fan's expression, I'm afraid Chen Jingshen will be pulled to the toilet by Yu Fan to solo if he says one more word.

So he immediately closed his exercise book, "Last time? What last time? How come I don't know--hey Yu Fan, don't fall asleep, next gym class, I'm meeting Zuo Kuan for a game, he's probably already occupying the court, go go go."

-

No matter how many times the timetable was changed, classes 7 and 8 had two PE lessons a week together. That's why the two classes often play ball with each other.

When he saw them, Zuo Kuan let out a tsk, "Why did you come so slowly, I've been waiting for you for half a day."

"The gym teacher was slow to dismiss." Wang Luan breathed a sigh of relief, "I was worried I wouldn't be able to grab the court."

"There was just one who wanted to come over to play badminton, but I chased him away." Zuo Kuan counted their number, "Why are there only four of you?"

Even one of them had disheveled hair and was slouching toward a stone chair.

Wang Luan: "Yu Fan doesn't play, we're exactly 3 for 3."

"3 my ass, the 5 of us, play the whole game." Zuo Kuan said.

"We were also originally five to come, that is not the crown flying far temporary training to go ......"

"Why don't you just find a random one?" Zuo Kuan looked to Yu Fan, "Fight? I've got everyone here."

Yu Fan yawned, "Whatever, I'll get on if I can call someone."

Two minutes later.

Yu Fan looked at Chen Jingshen, who had been pulled in by Wang Luan, and twisted his head, "I'm not going to fight."

"Hey, hey, hey, we can't keep our word." Wang Luan hooked his neck and whispered, "There's no other way, there's no one else, let's make it work, you're so strong, let's just let Class 8 have a head start."

Chen Jingshen swept a glance at the backs of two people who were close to each other whispering.

Wang Luan is big-boned and makes the boy next to him look even thinner.

After a long time, Yu Fan turned back expressionlessly, ignoring Chen Jingshen who was standing on the side, and walked straight into the court.

Wang Luan followed closely, and when he passed by Chen Jingshen's side, he raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "School Master, we've discussed it. You'll help us make up the headcount, and if you get the ball, just pass it directly to your teammates who are open around you, you don't have to break through and shoot."

Chen Jingshen said, "Good."

Zuo Kuan and Yu Fan were standing opposite each other, and he said with amusement, "There's really no one in your class, and you've actually dragged Chen Jingshen into it, so he won't tell the teacher in case of any bumps or bruises, will he?"

He said, glancing toward Chen Jingshen, and then gave a start.

Chen Jingshen took off the varsity jacket that he wore no matter how many degrees it was, leaving only a white shirt underneath.

The time was a bit rushed, and his sleeves were ruffled casually, but instead he had more of a sense of sharpness that was rarely seen on a regular basis.

"Do you think you still care about him?" Yu Fan said, "Don't talk nonsense, fight early and finish early. There'll be a lot of people later, so I'm afraid you'll lose face."

"Shit, don't talk trash." Zuo Kuan was amused, "Other classes might not be able to beat you, but both of our gym students are here this time, and they're still fucking scared of you?"

Zuo Kuan is indeed not afraid, they have agreed in advance, sports students directly to the defense of Yu Fan, the remaining a few can not become a climate.

Wang Luan, the only one with a slight size advantage, couldn't run more than two quarters without gasping.

The front played all pretty well, and the guys who were supposed to be on defense were kind of on defense.

Yu Fan fakes another pass and goes for a three-step layup against the pressure of two burly athletic men.

The basketball landed through the hoop.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xianjing, who was acting as a referee, pompously raised his arm to signal the end of the first period.

Yu Fan picks up the ball and throws it to Zuo Kuan: "Do you want to have more defense on me?"

Zuo Kuan smugly said, "Don't be a pussy. Look at the score yourself."

Wang Luan followed the sound of his voice and glanced at the score, and couldn't help but let out a "shit".

Their class basically relies on Yu Fan and Guan Feiyuan to score in basketball games. Without Guan Feiyuan this time, Yu Fan was still scoring, but he was more or less limited by the two defenders.

Now at the end of the first quarter, they were down two points on the scoreboard instead.

Break time. Wang Luan drank a mouthful of water and said, "Damn, this time, I counted to let their ...... Zuo Kuan that pussy, win the estimate to blow for a month."

The first quarter is when the force is at its strongest, and the further back they go the more tired their starters get, and the harder it becomes to deal with those two gym kids.

"How can we know who will win until the fight is over." Yu Fan said, "Don't be lazy, fight well."

Before returning to the court, Yu Fan Yu Guang glances to the side.

Played a small section and everyone was sweating a bit.

Only Chen Jingshen, who has been passing the ball for an entire quarter, didn't even take a breath.

Suddenly, Chen Jingshen lowered his eyes and collided with him.

Yu Fan quickly withdrew his eyes and dropped a cover-up like, "Keep passing the ball to me."

Until she returned to her seat, Yu Fan didn't realize that she hadn't gotten an answer to her question.

At the beginning of the second quarter, Yu Fan was still being defended to death.

Wang Luan failed to break through and could only pass the ball backwards. He glanced back and saw that everyone else was being defended, except for a tall, thin figure standing there doing nothing.

He subconsciously sent the ball over.

Zuo Kuan saw this and perfunctorily went up to the defense, knowing that the ball was probably going to Yu Fan's way again - Yu Fan himself thought the same thing.

After a few seconds of waiting for the ball, Yu Fan frowns and looks to the side in confusion.

Chen Jingshen is standing on the spot, dribbling the ball with one hand, going toe-to-toe with Zuo Kuan.

He had big palms and the basketball fit perfectly in the center of his hand every time it bounced.

In the next second, the teenager leans forward, easily passes Zuo Kuan with the ball, and after running to the front court in a few steps, he makes a decisive center shot-

Bang!

Basketballs fall off the rim in a fluid fashion.

Everyone else in the arena: "?"

It's actually an offense that couldn't be simpler.

But when it comes to Chen Jingshen, there seems to be just a little bit more to be surprised about.

"学霸......" Wang Luan baffled out, "So you know how to play basketball?"

Chen Jingshen picked up the ball and threw it to Zuo Kuan, saying faintly, "A little bit."

Yu Fan looks away before Chen Jingshen can see him.

No wonder every time Chen Jingshen passes the ball, he catches it.

Wouldn't have said so earlier, what a load.

Zuo Kuan was passed over too suddenly and is also just coming back to his senses.

He laughed, "Like that? Didn't really see that before. I'll have to have a snack in case you do, then."

Two minutes later, he was easily passed by Chen Jingshen once again.

Zuo Kuan : "Haha, I really have to be serious."

In the third chukka, Zuo Kuan had three consecutive shots covered by Chen Jingshen.

Zuo Kuan : "Ha."

Last section.

Chen Jingshen dribbled the ball with one hand, played him like a monkey running left and right, then raised his hand, picked his fingers, and shot a three-pointer at the top of his head.

Zuo Kuan: "Your mom."

Is this gonna be "a little bit"?

Are you honest?

In the last two minutes of the game, Zuo Kuan looked at his class trailing by those 12 points in an impotent rage.

Losing was actually a common occurrence, and he lost even more when these gym kids in his class weren't around. But this time it gave him a particularly different feeling-

Yu Fan has a wild personality and plays with a burst of ruthlessness. This makes him feel good even when he loses.

On the contrary, Chen Jingshen.

The man even plays with a cold, unassuming demeanor.

Simply put, you give it your all and the other guy easily facepalms you.

Zuo Kuan suddenly feels like he kind of understands the mindset of that 10,000 year old in his grade.

Last ball.

Although there was no hope of winning anymore, a few people from Class 8 were still playing seriously.

Chen Jingshen dribbles the ball in place in silence, raising the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his chin.

Class 8 has a sportsman to defend him, and Zuo Kuan has been staring at him, so it's a bit hard for him to break through now.

In the next instant, he met Yu Fan's eyes.

The two had less than a second to look at each other before they withdrew their gazes in unison.

Yu Fan wipes the sweat from the corners of his eyes and takes two slow steps forward.

Chen Jingshen, meanwhile, brought the ball forward as he stood outside the three-point line and paused for a second, then raised his hand.

Zuo Kuan thought he was going to shoot a three-pointer, and immediately looked for an opportunity to jump. However, Chen Jingshen glanced at him lightly, his hand suddenly dropped, and with a bang, the ball was passed to the left side ---

The ball fell obediently into Yu Fan's hands.

Yu Fan dribbled forward a few steps before leaping high into the air, the corner of his school t-shirt lifting to reveal his waist covered in a thin layer of sweat.

The teenager flips his fingers and dunks the ball in the basket-

Perfect dunk.

-

"Grass!"

Wang Luan shot up, "How the hell is this a game in gym class! Shouldn't this be in Staples Center, surrounded by two dozen cameras, broadcast live at 8:00 p.m. nationwide-"

"Almost got it." Zuo Kuan said weakly, "What's the matter with you?"

A classroom in one of the lab buildings that is always empty.

It's a remote location, no surveillance, good for getting things done.

The ten men who had just finished the game sat in the last two rows of the classroom sweating profusely and gulping down clouds.

Wang Luan: "Why not me? I'm honored!"

A sports student in class 8 said, "I don't want to do anything with your class anymore. Last time I lost the relay run, I was punished by the coach for the whole weekend. This time if I let him know that I lost again in the ball game ......"

Wang Luan: "That's definitely not your fault, it's Zuo Kuan who's holding you back."

Zuo Kuan : "Fuck you."

The man grinned, "But this fight was really okay."

Zuo Kuan said in a conspiratorial manner, "I didn't expect Chen Jingshen to pass the ball out in the end, or else I would have definitely intercepted it, and never let Yu Fan load up on this pussy."

To be honest, Yu Fan himself did not expect it.

But the moment Chen Jingshen looked toward him, he somehow understood.

Yu Fan twiddled his fingers and couldn't help but glance to the side.

Chen Jingshen sat quietly in his seat. The tip of his nose was seeping with sweat, the hair between his forehead was densely packed together, his shirt was dirty in a few pieces, and his body was in a rare state of disarray.

But he had steadied his breathing and his face was pale. Not like the ones around him who were tired as dogs and panting straight away.

Yu Fan did not intend to let Chen Jingshen follow him.

But Wang Luan said that after playing for so long, it was much more intense than the previous 3,000 meters, and he was afraid that Chen Jingshen would get dizzy while walking.

Yu Fan knew it well and didn't kick anyone out again.

Wang Luan exhaled a mouthful of smoke, "Alas, I wonder if Sister Jing recorded the ball game. Ask later."

Zuo Kuan : "Don't even think about it, even if she recorded it, she definitely only recorded two people."

Wang Luan: "......"

Surprisingly, he thought it made some sense.

"Schoolboy," Wang Luan said, "how many years did you play basketball?"

Chen Jingshen said, "It's been a long time since I played."

"It's been a long time since you've played and you're this good? He's hitting every three-point shot!"

"Luck."

Zuo Kuan finishes a cigarette and still feels a little unfulfilled.

So he pulled out his cigarette case again, "Yu Fan, are you sure you don't want one?"

Yu Fan was playing with his cell phone with one hand propped up on his desk, shaking his head down.

Zuo Kuan's eyes sweep back to the other man.

With a thought, he panned his hand over and the cigarette case moved in front of the man's eyes.

"Schoolboy, want to try?"

Chen Jingshen flicked up his eyelids to look at him and didn't say anything.

Zuo Kuan smiled gently, "Learn it, and you can relax later when you're stressed out from studying-"

Bang!

The foot of the chair was kicked by someone unexpectedly, and Zuo Kuan immediately moved backward in a state of disarray.

With a jolt, he subconsciously turned his head back and met Yu Fan's cold eyes.

"Hey, Zuo Kuan, that's your problem." Wang Luan also wrinkled his eyebrows, "You can't even quit what you want to quit, but you still advise people to touch it?"

Zuo Kuan : "Then am I not asking politely?...... Everyone is smoking, I'm afraid that the schoolteacher feels that we do not welcome him."

"If you're too smoky, stick it up your nose and smoke it yourself."

Yu Fan got up and kicked Chen Jingshen's chair not so gently, "Let's go."

......

The first thing Wang Luan did when he returned to the classroom was to ask Zhang Xianjing if there was a video.

Zhang Xianjing lived up to his name and recorded.

"Where am I? Where am I? Why is the entire video filled with Schoolboy and Yu Fan!" Wang Luan denounced, "We're so close, and you didn't even take a picture of me?"

"Bullshit," Zhang Xianjing points to the corner of his cell phone screen, "Look down, is that the tip of your shoe?!"

"......"

The two argued hotly in front of them.

Having just finished a game, Yu Fan is already sleepless.

He leaned back in his chair, head down as he continued his gluttonous business.

Pre-snacking was relatively easy, and he played absentmindedly, playing with the cigarette box in his other hand. He spun the box around a few times, making a few noises.

"Yu Fan." Chen Jingshen called out to him very softly with one hand draped over his desk and a pen pinched in his fingers.

Yu Fan didn't say anything, but just played the game a little slower.

After a few seconds, when there was no sound from the side, Yu Fan wrinkled his eyebrows, "Speak."

Chen Jingshen looked down at what he was holding, "I just listened to you and didn't pick up that cigarette."

Yu Fan: "?"

Did I talk to you and you listened to me?

"So, to be fair, shouldn't you also listen to me about not smoking-"

Yu Fan grinds his teeth, "Shut up ......"

Knock knock.

There was a hard knock on the window next to him.

Yu Fan immediately pressed his cell phone under his thigh, and with a skillful flip of his fingers with his other hand, he tucked his cigarette case away and looked up-

Hu Pang was furious and said through the window, "Open the window!"

He was followed by Zuo Kuan's gang. They looked annoyed and had just been caught out as well.

Yu Fan opens the window, "What?"

"What do you think?" Hu Pang pointed behind him, "You guys, did you just smoke in the lab building?"

Yu Fan: "Not smoking."

"Lying again." Hu Pang took out his cell phone, "My classmates sent me an anonymous text message to report this, look, is this you?"

Hearing the word "report", Yu Fan's face turned cold and he raised his eyes.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER: Director Hu, I want to report Yu Fan, Wang Luan, Zuo Kuan ...... and many other students for smoking in the classrooms in the lab building.]

[UNKNOWN NUMBER: Yu Fan often smokes at school and affects his classmates. His drawers are full of cigarette packs. I hope the director can find out and discipline him in time.]

[Unknown number: [photograph]]

There's only one person in the photo.

Yu Fan's body is half exposed through the crack in the back door of the classroom. He sits lazily with his chin propped up, his side filled with smoke.

The photo was a bit blurry, and the location where it was taken should be a bit far away. Yu Fan looked at it for a few moments, "So what, where's the smoke?"

Hu Pang : "See for yourself the white smoke--"

"Director, I told you, I smoked the cigarettes myself, no one else did." Zuo Kuan said behind him.

"Alright, you think I'll believe it?" Hu Pang rubbed his brow and lifted his finger to his drawer, "Empty your drawer, or take the initiative yourself and take out your cigarettes."

Yu Fan tsked irritably and reached into a drawer to pull something out.

His drawer was already empty, and he emptied it in a few tries.

Going to draw the last textbook, his fingers touched the innermost part of the drawer, and Yu Fan paused stiffly, and without moving, disliked it a little further in.

"This textbook of yours is newer than the one in the faculty ......" Hu Pang swept his desktop, "Where's your pen?"

Yu Fan said, "No pen."

"......"

Hu Pang's chest hurt even more, and he dropped his head to look at his drawer, "Why is there something else inside? Take it out."

"That's not smoke."

"What if you clip it in?" Hu Pang said, "Take it out."

"......"

Yu Fan didn't move a muscle.

"You want me to go in and see for myself?" Hu Pang made a gesture to come in.

Shit.

Yu Fan took a deep breath, strained his sima face, pulled out the innermost books, and slammed them down on his desk in a broken heap.

A muffled thud startles Hu Pang.

"You still have a temper? How dare you smash the table in front of the director-"

His voice trailed off as he read the title of the book.

The others couldn't help but follow suit and look over his desk-

Dumb and Dumber 2017.

The Essential Middle School Mathematics Brush-Up.

An English Dictionary Any Elementary School Student Can Memorize.

Hu Pang: "?"

Others: "............?"

Regret.

Feeling the dead silence around him, Yu Fan was so embarrassed that his ears burned, thinking I might as well just get the fuck out of here and go--

"Ahem." Hu Pang coughed twice in shock, "Quite, quite."

He said, "Turn out your pockets and look, and what's your other hand doing hanging over there all the time?"

Yu Fan: "."

What kind of cigarette case do you play with your hands?

He was thinking about where to shove this thing when the back of his hand was suddenly touched lightly.

Before Yu Fan had time to react, the fingers that reached for him had already plucked his hand away, and with a very light sweep of his warm fingertips across his palm, he picked up the carton of cigarettes.

Yu Fan: "......"