Chapter 28: I'm not talking to you for the rest of my life.

Yu Fan wanted to take his hand back, but felt that Chen Jingshen would have to fall to the ground.

So all he could do was hold one hand against the person and squeeze the glass of water with the other.

The plastic water cup was squeezing and rattling as he squeezed it, the liquid inside swaying helplessly from side to side.

It wasn't until a new customer walked into the convenience store and looked over in surprise and confusion that Yu Fan cursed himself in hindsight.

Yu Fan puts his hand on Chen Jingshen's face, sits down next to him, and picks up his bag and puts it on the table.

"Get up." He shook the man in his hand, pointing to the book bag, "Sleep here."

Chen Jingshen half-raises his eyelids and says yes.

Chen Jingshen's collar was tugged lightly again before he went down.

Yu Fan sounded offended, "This, drink before you sleep."

Chen Jingshen took the cup.

As with the sugar-salt water, this honey water is cloyingly sweet.

Then and now, Yu Fan always likes to give things away.

Forcing himself to finish the honey water, Chen Jingshen rested his elbows on his bag and lay quietly on his side.

His eyelids droop lightly as he stares drunkenly at the mole on Yu Fan's cheek.

Yu Fan started a random cell phone game to try to pass the time. After a few seconds, he coldly said, "Turn your head around and go to sleep."

Chen Jingshen said, "I'm afraid you'll leave."

"...... "Not bothering to talk nonsense to the drunkard, Yu Fan clicked on the Snake, "If you want to leave, you'd have left earlier."

Chen Jingshen was silent for two seconds, like he was thinking.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was the right thing to do, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep in his original position.

At the end of the game, Yu Fan stared at the scoring screen, his right hand unclenched and clenched again, his fingertips pressed hard on the place where his lips had touched before, leaving a not-so-obvious crescent mark.

He glanced to the side.

Chen Jingshen's red face had faded, his wet hair on his forehead was disheveled, his fingers were curled around the edge of his bag, and his arched shoulders rose and fell smoothly as he breathed.

He was long and slept slightly awkwardly among the convenience store tables and chairs.

During the recess after the second period in the morning, when all the students are lying on their desks and trying to catch up on their sleep, Chen Jingshen is the only one who sits calmly, occasionally turning a pen in his hand. When he is most relaxed, he just puts his arms up against his temples.

Such a person is now curled up in a convenience store, sleeping on his book bag.

The phone buzzed a few times, jolting Yu Fan back to his senses.

Wang Luan: How's the school bully doing? Damn, I just took a look, he drank several cups of foreigners, the light was too dim I did not see it at that time.

[-: It's okay.]

[-: Should.]

[Wang Luan: ...... You don't scare me.]

Wang Luan: Why aren't you back yet? You haven't delivered it yet? Zuo Kuan, these assholes took advantage of your absence to gang up on me with the guys from their class, come back and save the day!

The person next to him stirred, probably feeling uncomfortable sleeping, and moved his arm very gently.

Yu Fan paused with his finger on the screen for two seconds and tapped the words.

[-: Not going back.]

[-: You're on your own.]

Chen Jingshen woke up after lying down for about ten minutes.

He first swept his side as if to make sure the person was still there. Then slowly he sat up straight, straightened his collar slowly, and reached down to open the book bag that had been resting on his pillow for so long.

Yu Fan didn't even raise his head when he heard the commotion, "No more pain?"

"And a bit more." Chen Jingshen said and coughed lowly.

"......"

How come there are still those who get more and more delicate as they sleep?

Yu Fan said stiffly, "Then go back to sleep."

"No more sleep." Chen Jingshen said, "It's too late to go back to sleep."

How can it be too late, when there's still half an hour left?

Yu Fan made a point of scanning the wall clock and inexplicably turned his head just in time to see Chen Jingshen pull a math paper out of his book bag.

Yu Fan frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Today's homework."

"......"

People came and went outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and those near the nightclub dressed brightly and couldn't help but look at the rolls in surprise as they passed.

Yu Fan, like that gym student in class 8, doesn't want to come to this ktv for the rest of his life.

He was considering whether to sit in another seat when Chen Jingshen suddenly stopped writing and raised his hand to rub his eyes.

The light in the corner of the convenience store was a little dim, and Chen Jingshen sat lazily, his writing on the draft paper much more scribbled than usual.

If Chen Jingshen hadn't come over tonight, he would have finished these simple assignments a long time ago, and would probably be sitting on a desk with a lamp right now, working on those competition questions that make you dizzy just looking at them.

So why come?

"Chen Jingshen." Yu Fan spoke lazily.

"Uh-huh."

"I'm not the same as I was in first year, am I?"

Chen Jingshen's fingers lolled and he inclined his head to look at him.

As their eyes met, Yu Fan continued without expression.

"I don't know what special fetish you have that you would like ...... to pay attention to someone who can't even jump far. But now, whether it's personality looks or anything else, I'm pretty far from that time."

Chen Jingshen looked at him in silence, seemingly contemplating with his words.

"I'm pretty bad now, and I'm only going to get worse. Remember that time at the milk tea store at the beginning of the school year? I'll be honest, you took one look at me and I wanted to punch you."

"I wasn't the one you liked at the time, can you understand that?"

Still no sound from the person next to him.

Yu Fan felt that his words should have worked, as normal people would probably be quite frightened after hearing such words.

If he were Chen Jingshen, he would have already picked up his bag and left, calling his teacher to change his seat or even his class.

Yu Fan curled his fingers and somehow suddenly felt a bit like smoking.

He was just about to get up and go to the counter to buy it.

"There were so many people watching you at the school entrance," Chen Jingshen said faintly, "how come you only wanted to beat me up?"

"......"

What is this strange concern?

"Probably because you look the most beat up." Yu Fan said expressionlessly.

Chen Jingshen inclined his face away and turned his pen.

For a moment, Yu Fan saw the corners of his mouth pull upward.

What?

Before he could get a good look, Chen Jingshen had already turned back.

"Have you been up to the fifth floor?" He asked suddenly.

Yu Fan froze, "Sh......"

"Looking down from the railing outside the entrance to the first class, you can see the door to the restroom on the third floor." Chen Jingshen said, "You often smoke there."

"......"

"I don't like speeches. But the first time the flag was raised your freshman year of high school, you stood up there with a blank sheet of paper and made up a review and laughed three times while doing it."

"......" Your level of writing really doesn't deserve to like speeches either.

"Every time the teacher approached me afterward, I said yes."

"......"

"In the first semester of senior year, you played basketball with someone from another class, and I stood outside the classroom and watched the whole game. After you won, because someone hurt Wang Luan's foot playing dirty, you asked someone to the restroom for another game."

"......??"

Chen Jingshen faintly said, "You're not bad. By the time I got to high school, I still liked-"

Before he could finish his sentence, his mouth was covered.

Yu Fan's skin began to redden in the flesh, extending from the roots of his ears to his cheeks in a burst, and he frowned and glared, "Don't you fucking ...... say it."

Outside the window looking in more people, Yu Fan's heart beat faster than in a fight, his shoulders rose and fell a few times quickly, and his hands loosened slightly.

Chen Jingshen's lips just moved, Yu Fan backhanded him and covered him up again.

This time, he covered his hand too quickly, and the palm of his hand was just about to touch Chen Jingshen's lips. The image of being held by the hand and kissed lowly in the private room just now flashed by, and he immediately withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

"Don't you dare say anything further." Yu Fan's breath trembled slightly as she said offhandedly, "I'm not talking to you for the rest of my life."

Yu Fan was blinded for a moment after he said that.

What am I talking about?

Isn't that a tactic only used by elementary school kids?

He reddened with indifference and remedied the situation with a single word through clenched teeth, "I mean I'll beat you until you can't speak."

Chen Jingshen didn't say anything.

Yu Fan: "Nod."

Chen Jingshen twisted the pen in his hand and nodded in silence.

Yu Fan stared at him, and after making sure Chen Jingshen didn't say anything else, he gave a firm nod to the sheet of paper on the table, "Shut up and write."

For the next half hour, Yu Fan was like a snail in a shell, not raising his head once.

He'd never played Snake so badly.

The snakes in the screen were being led left and right by him, bumping into other big snakes wherever he went, and rolling out of the game in less than two minutes.

It was hard to make it to the end of Chen Jingshen's tutoring time, and he turned off the game somewhat grumpily.

"Collect the stuff." He said, "Go."

Chen Jingshen glanced at him and wrote out a line on a piece of paper before moving the draft paper in front of him.

-Can I talk now?

It's all very childish.

Yu Fan, hands in pockets, "Can't."

Yu Fan threw the man into the cab along with his school bag.

Before closing the car door, he held back for a moment, but still leaned over again and coldly admonished, "Driver, he's drunk, drive slower."

-

The scenery outside the car window went backward and forward as fast as it could go.

The cab drove all the way to the upscale mansion neighborhood with the most exaggerated housing prices in South City.

When they reached their destination, the driver couldn't help but glance inside. This area was an inch of land, and every home inside was a single villa.

The driver turned around and said, "Boy, here it is ......"

The person behind him was sitting upright, his eyes clear, not a hint of drunkenness.

Chen Jingshen lightly glanced at the timer and paid to get out of the car as the driver stared blankly, "Thank you."

Late at night at ten o'clock, the dark luxury villa was reflected by the dense greenery without a trace of popularity, as if it had been uninhabited for a long time.

The black iron door pushed open slowly like a blood bowl.

Chen Jingshen had just closed the door when the dog kennel on the right side of the garden immediately emitted several excited, "Woof woof woof--"

Chen Jingshen threw his book bag casually onto the stone chair and walked over to the kennel to untie the leash.

Fanfan immediately jumped on him.

"Woof woof--"

"Keep your voice down." Chen Jingshen patted him very gently twice, "Sit down."

"Woof!"

Chen Jingshen With one hand on the dog's head, the other took out his cell phone from his pocket and turned it on.

More than thirty messages popped up on the cell phone screen instantly-

[Mom: Why aren't you home yet?]

[Mom: Where are you?

[Mom: Auntie left you dinner in the fridge.]

[Mom: Are you home yet? I didn't see you on the monitor.]

[Mom: I've been checking the surveillance for the past few days, and you've been coming home from school later than before lately.]

......

Chen Jingshen coldly flexed his fingers and turned off the text message alerts one by one.

He didn't turn on the light, the garden was dark. He sat silent in the darkness, and Fanfan didn't say another word, no matter how much he rubbed him.

After an unknown amount of time, he took out his cell phone again, tapped on the software he had only recently downloaded, and sent a message to his top friend.

[s: I'm home.]

The "-" nickname disappeared instantly and became "Inputting ......".

Two minutes later, it's still "Inputting".

Chen Jingshen rubbed Fanfan's coat, a little perfunctorily, and Fanfan immediately whimpered in dissatisfaction.

Five minutes later, "In Progress" disappeared, and a cold word spat out from the other end of the dialog box--

[-: Roll.]

Chen Jingshen stared at the word for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth very faintly.