Chapter 29: Mr. Chong, don't come back again.

On Monday school day, the classroom of the seventh year of the sophomore class was dead.

It had just been a weekend, and those who arrived early were either buried in copying their weekend homework or slumped over their desks to catch up on their sleep.

Chen Jingshen There weren't many people in the class when he arrived.

He glanced at the empty seat beside him and hung his book bag casually on the back of his chair.

Wang Luan, who was at the next desk, had his bag on his seat, but he was not there. Chen Jingshen went to the back of the classroom to fetch some water and came back, just in time to see him walk into the classroom with a yawn.

Seeing Chen Jingshen , Wang Luan couldn't help but touch his head, calling out to him as he turned around.

"Schoolboy, that what ...... visit piano asked you to go to her office."

Chen Jingshen put his glass of water on the table, "Good."

"It's the weekend, she knows we went to the ktv." Wang Luan looked annoyed, "One person took a picture and sent it to a small school group, there are more than forty people in it, I thought it wouldn't get out, but I didn't realize that the picture was already in the hands of the visitor."

Seeing his silence, Wang Luan immediately patted his shoulder, "But don't worry, it's not serious! Just, at most, a few words of scolding ......"

It was early and not many teachers were in the office.

"Report."

Zhuang Fangqin glanced at the door, putting the bread in his hand aside: "Enter."

Chen Jingshen, as always, is well-dressed and straight-laced.

She had a hard time connecting him to the man in the photo who was drinking without changing his face in the smoke.

"Wang Luan should have already told you what the reason is for calling you over this time, right?"

Chen Jingshen faintly answered, "Uh-huh."

"I'm not against you having some fun after school, but you're still in high school, and smoking and drinking is not something you should be doing, understand?"

"Uh-huh."

Zhuang Fangqin nodded his head, and then he suddenly changed his mind, "How does it feel to be Yu Fan's classmate?"

Chen Jingshen's drooping eyelids lifted upward a bit, "Very well."

Zhuang Fangqin never really understood why Chen Jingshen was at the same table as Yu Fan.

At first, she thought Chen Jingshen was trying to be clean, after all, Yu Fan could sleep seven out of eight classes a day, and he would never bother others by mixing with himself.

But she watched for a while and realized that it didn't seem to be the case.

"Your mother communicated with me," Zhuang Fangqin euphemized, "that she wished I could arrange a more suitable seat for you."

Perhaps the previous classroom teacher had disclosed something to Chen Jingshen's parents, and the other party got right to the point when they called.

Chen Jingshen frowned, a flash of disgust in his eyes.

He was about to say something--

"In my case, however, parents do not have the right to change a student's seat at will, unless they are nearsighted or have other special physical circumstances." Zhuang Fangqin said, "I arrange the seats only depending on two points, one is whether the arrangement is beneficial to both students, and the other is the students' own wishes. Of course, the latter percentage is much smaller."

"To be honest, as of right now, putting you guys together isn't really working out that well. Still, I wanted to observe for a while before I considered switching seats, so I delayed it until after midterms." She shook her phone, a picture of them at the ktv on the screen, "At least until then, let's not have this happen again, okay?"

Chen Jingshen still had that cold expression, not knowing whether he had listened or not, "Good."

Zhuang Fangqin sighed, "Okay, go back."

Chen Jingshen turned his head to leave. Just as he was about to walk out of the office door, Zhuang Fangqin couldn't help but call out to him, "Wait."

The teenager looked back at her with little expression.

"Yu Fan, this person, looks quite fierce and does scary things. But he is not bad by nature." Zhuang Fangqin said, "If you can, the teacher wants you to try to help him without affecting yourself."

After Chen Jingshen left, Zhuang Fangqin picked up the bread and stuffed it into his mouth, looking down as he prepared to continue revising his lesson plan.

The Class 8 teacher, who sat in front and listened for half a day, held back and finally poked his head out to say.

"Mr. Chong, I know your intentions are good, but do you really think there's any salvation for a student like Yu Fan?"

Zhuang Fangqin smiled a little and didn't say anything.

Zhuang Fangqin picked up his cell phone and was about to put it out when Yu Guang glanced at the boy sitting next to Chen Jingshen in the photo.

Yu Fan in the photo appeared to be lazily playing with his cell phone, but in reality, his eyes had been staring at Chen Jingshen, wrinkling his eyebrows with a bit of angry annoyance. In the next photo, the dice cup was already in his hand.

The windows were half-open, and a spring breeze was in the air.

Zhuang Fangqin put down his cell phone and suddenly remembered some past events.

Zhuang Fangqin has been a teacher for so many years, and she has seen all kinds of students. But she could say with certainty that Yu Fan was the one who gave her the most headaches ever.

At the beginning of the first year of high school, people often came in batches outside their classroom, all with one goal in mind--Yu Fan.

Part of them had come over to see it because they had heard that a particularly handsome freshman had come to Class VII.

The other part of the group had heard that there was a freshman in Class 7 who had been particularly tuff in middle school, and had come here specifically to give a downward spiral.

Most of the latter are sophomores and juniors who like to call themselves "grade bosses" or "school bosses".

At first they were just threats, childish warnings of "be careful from now on", "don't be such a pain in the ass", "do whatever we tell you to do from now on".

Any other student would have conceded and nodded in agreement, and basically nothing would have happened.

But Yu Fan is not.

Yu Fan's only response to these people is always, "Stupid."

Yu Fan had no friends at first, and always fought with a few upperclassmen by himself, and every day in class, his face was bruised and swollen. Of course, the ones who bullied the others did not fare well either, and were always worse off than Yu Fan.

Zhuang Fangqin didn't know how many times she had to stop it, calling up surveillance cameras and telling the school to discourage or discipline the senior boys, all the while communicating frequently with Yu Fan.

Yu Fan was silent when he confronted her.

Finally, after she received her fourth disciplinary notice from the school for Yu Fan, she decided to make a home visit to Yu Fan's family.

It was Saturday, and because the decision was so impromptu, she hadn't notified Yu Fan beforehand, and no one answered the parents' phone when she called. Although she didn't know if he was at home, she still planned to try her luck.

Zhuang Fangqin still remembers that day.

She found Yu Fan's home at his mailing address.

Outside the battered wooden door were many neighbors, whispering anxiously in low voices; inside the door there was a crash, accompanied by a fierce, vulgar and unpleasant tirade of abuse.

Zhuang Fangqin finally realizes why Yu Fan always beats the others.

The police called from the neighborhood broke down the door. She saw the house in a state of disarray, with Yu Fan holding a broken broomstick and struggling to the death with a man twice his size, his face covered in blood.

Ignoring all of Yu Fan's refusals, Zhuang Fangqin accompanied him to the police station, walked him through all the procedures, took him to the hospital, and then contacted the local neighborhood committee and women's association.

When she called, Yu Fan was sitting on a hospital bench. His dark eyes, exposed beyond the bandages, stared at her intently and said, "Ms. Zhuang, don't come back again."

"If I say, Yu Fan this student ah, can not commit crimes, smooth high school graduation is very good ...... Mr. Zhuang?"

Zhuang Fangqin returned to his senses and raised his head to look at the other side.

In the next second, she smiled and nodded, saying, "Yeah ...... it would be nice to have it go smoothly."

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Chen Jingshen When Chen Jingshen returned to the classroom, his classmate was already lying on the table.

With one hand pressed to his neck and the other hanging down in front of the table, the boy looked no different than usual.

Chen Jingshen swept a glance at the back of his head, sat down and drew out his English textbook to prepare for morning reading.

Wang Luan received the order early in the morning, and when he saw him coming back, he came over and asked, "School Master, what did Qin ask you to do? Did she scold you? There was no mention of punishment or anything, was there?"

The pair of hands hanging in front of the desk curled their index fingers very slightly.

Chen Jingshen pretended not to see it. His movement of turning the pages of the book lurched, and the corners of his mouth gently tensed downward.

"Holy shit, what's that look on your face, schoolteacher? Don't scare me." Wang Luan said, "Did you get a scolding?"

Chen Jingshen Pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Zhang Xianjing, who was at the front table, turned his head, "Nonsense, I'm sure I'll scold you."

"But the visitin didn't scold me much!"

"Then can the teacher demand the same thing from you as he does from the school bully? As long as you don't break the law and discipline, the visiting qin won't even bother to scold you!"

"......"

Zhang Xianjing thought of something and asked curiously, "Scholar, is this the first time you've been criticized by a teacher?"

Chen Jingshen: "Uh-huh."

Zhang Xianjing shook his head and tsked, "Wang Luan, you have sinned greatly."

"...... It's actually okay to take a couple of scoldings," Wang Luan asked, "There's no talk of punishing you, is there, Schoolboy?"

The man lying beside him moved the tips of his ears.

Chen Jingshen squeezed his pen in silence and threw out a few seconds later, "It's fine."

Nice guy.

This heavy bang, directly let all the people brainstormed a visit Qin bare mouth white tongue shrew scolding the street, the school bully does not want to give the pressure of classmates silently bear the stoicism of the sad drama.

Because of his guilt, Wang Luan's voice was several times louder than usual when he read in the morning, scaring his English teacher.

Chen Jingshen lowered his voice and read along for a while with little strength. The person next to him squirmed and finally raised his head from his arm.

"Hey." He touched Chen Jingshen with his leg under the table : "You go to the office again after class."

Chen Jingshen stopped his voice and inclined his head to look at him.

Yu Fan stared at his English textbook and said lazily, "Just say I forced you to go over there, and I forced you to drink the wine."

Chen Jingshen said, "No."

"......"

Yu Fan grinds his teeth, "Whatever, it's your own business to get yelled at anyway."

"Uh-huh."

"......"

When the English teacher passed by, she heard Yu Fan crushing her English textbook.

She tossed her curly ponytail and twisted her head as if she hadn't seen it and headed down the aisle to the other group.

Two minutes later, another gnashing of teeth drifted in from the side: "What exactly did I call you? Did you get punished?"

"No." Chen Jingshen lowered her eyes and was quiet for a moment before saying, "Teacher was looking for me, not because of the trip to the ktv."

"What was that about?"

"You slept in class."

Yu Fan was puzzled: "What does it matter to you if I sleep in class?"

Chen Jingshen faintly said, "I promised when I applied for a change of position with her that I would be responsible for monitoring your class status."

"?"

"It didn't work out, criticism is warranted." Chen Jingshen said with his eyes downcast, "It's okay, just saying a few words."

"......"

"I'm fine."

"......"

Third period math class in the morning.

Zhuang Fangqin walked into the classroom with his lesson plan in his hand, and as usual, glanced over at a seat in the back row.

Not to be outdone by the sight of a sprawled head.

She skillfully picked a piece of chalk out of the carton, crushed it into halves with one hand, and lifted her hand just as she was about to throw it-

That head suddenly moved.

The man who normally wouldn't even wake up with ten sticks of chalk was now propped up on the table with one hand, sitting up slowly and unwillingly with his eyes closed.

Two seconds later, Yu Fan lifted his eyelids with difficulty and met her eyes with a grumpy look on his face.

Zhuang Fangqin : "......?"