Chapter 32: Yu Fan, you can't teach a good lesson, can you?

The first person to realize that Yu Fan was studying was Wang Luan.

He brought a good paper and pen, intending to go to Chen Jingshen for a lecture as soon as he got out of class. He didn't expect to turn his head and see two heads together.

To be precise, Yu Fan unilaterally approached, but Chen Jingshen was still sitting upright.

Yu Fan's arms are bent over the table, his chin resting lazily on them, his head slightly tilted. From Wang Luan's point of view, he is almost pressed against Chen Jingshen's shirt sleeve.

Wang Luan wanted to wait until the end of the class to ask, but he waited and waited and couldn't hold back, so he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Yu Fan.

Wang Luan: Shuan, do you think you're secretly studying behind my back just to make a strong comeback on the midterm exam, surpassing my ranking and catching me off guard?

[-: ......]

[-: Roll.]

[Wang Luan: But why do I get the feeling that you've gotten better with the school bully in the past two days.]

Wang Luan: Oh no, it seems like it was fine before. You even gave him a ride back from the karaoke bar. ......

[Wang Luan: But it seems better now.]

What a fart to say.

It's just for midterms.

When the exam is over, he'll cross the river, unload the mill and kill--

"Do you understand?" Chen Jingshen asked.

Yu Fan threw his cell phone back down, sniffing and frowning bitterly.

Chen Jingshen has already spoken in detail, but to say he doesn't understand at this point makes him look like a nerd.

"Got it."

Chen Jingshen lowered his eyes to look at him.

Afraid of missing a step, Yu Fan listened attentively and unconsciously crossed the center line between the two desks, his other hand grasping at his hair in annoyance because he couldn't understand the question.

The hair is very dense and dark and looks soft.

After a few seconds, no sound is heard, and Yu Fan looks up afterward.

"......" he scratched his hair a little harder, "What are you looking at? Don't look at me, read the question."

Chen Jingshen inclined his eyes open and took apart the question just now and solved it again.

Yu Fan : "What? I said I understand."

"Uh-huh." Chen Jingshen said, "I want to say it again myself."

"......"

Yu Fan squirmed and looked back at the question, "Whatever."

For several nights in a row, Yu Fan would receive "wrong" messages from Chen Jingshen as soon as it was nine o'clock.

Chen Jingshen cell phone lifted randomly, sent over more videos, Yu Fan saw a lot of things other than question papers.

Chen Jingshen's desk, pen holder and even lamp are all in gray tones, and there are no other objects on the desktop except for pen and paper and headphones.

He would show a little corner of his shirt as he did the questions, occasionally in black, occasionally in gray and white plaid, and with his cold, low voice. The whole video gave off a cold feeling.

Chen Jingshen did not say that he was sent by mistake, Yu Fan also did not ask, the two unspoken chat out many pages of chat records.

The day before the midterm, Yu Fan got out of the shower and picked up her cell phone without seeing any messages.

He raised an eyebrow and confirmed the time, nine fifteen.

He sat back in his chair diffidently, picking up the towel on his shoulder to wipe the ends of his hair, his gaze pausing for a few seconds at Chen Jingshen's WeChat avatar before tapping in, the message still stuck from yesterday.

How come you're late?

Yu Fan opened the dialog box, just typed out a word and then suddenly reacted and quickly deleted it.

Nope ...... goofed off.

Chen Jingshen hadn't promised to send him video lectures every night at nine o'clock.

Yu Fan grips his cell phone and realizes, with hindsight, that he seems to have taken things a bit for granted.

Chen Jingshen is not obligated to teach him questions online every day, there is no agreement between them, no deal, and it's not the kind of relationship where they can chat every day.

He tossed his cell phone onto the table and opened the lid of his pen with one hand, casually ruffling the hair on his forehead back as he flipped through his exercise book.

Teach yourself, anyway, he can now roughly read the parsing underneath some simple topics-

"Buzz."

Yu Fan throws down her pen, thinks to herself that you're twenty minutes late, and with a blank face turns on her cell phone-

[Someone from the South Side 7th grade bearer group has @ you.]

Zuo Kuan: @ Wang Luan, @- Playing games? Handheld Chicken II II II.]

[Wang Luan: I'm coming, wait for me.]

[Zhang Xianjing: You're not studying tonight?]

Wang Luan: I've thought it over, I've been working hard for two weeks now, it's not that bad of a night. Besides, if I still don't do well in this exam, then tonight will be my last night of freedom!

Zuo Kuan: Cut the crap and get on with it. Where's Yu Fan? [@-]

Yu Fan scratched through the chat list with boredom and was just about to type when his cell phone suddenly perked up and a pop-up window popped up at the top of the screen-

[s invites you to a video call.]

?

Yu Fan froze, half-reflecting.

He sat bolt upright and stared at the screen for a moment, the invitation was still there, the other person hadn't hung up.

After a few more seconds, he gave his freshly washed and disheveled hair a quick scratch before picking up the video.

Chen Jingshen stood on the table with his cell phone at a clear angle. He seems to have just taken a shower, and when he connects, he is also lowering his head and wiping his hair.

Yu Fan stared at the person on the screen, a twinge inexplicably rising in his heart.

It's obvious that they were sitting together two or three hours ago, so how come they come home at night and turn on a video and it's, damn, weird.

"...... What for?" Yu Fan quickly organized his expression and asked indifferently.

Hearing the voice, Chen Jingshen lifted his head and swept a glance at him.

Yu Fan dislikes his phone so much that the camera reveals the lower half of his eye and a piece of his collarbone.

Chen Jingshen inclined his eyes open and faintly asked, "I've found a few question types, so it'll be very late for you to watch them after recording them. Can you video it?"

You've called and you're still asking that?

Yu Fan went to the discussion group and replied "no", then found something to stand his cell phone on.

Smiling at the small screen, he moved the phone closer, "Okay. Go ahead."

......

After the last question was finished, Yu Fan stretched his back and reflexively tried to get down to sleep before realizing that he wasn't in the classroom.

He moved himself out of the shot and glanced back up at the screen.

Chen Jingshen looked like he was tired of talking as he picked up the glass and took a sip of water, the knot in his throat rolling a few times with the swallowing motion.

"Where else wouldn't it be?"

Yu Fan returned to his senses and moved half of his face back to the camera again, dropping his eyes in a careless manner, "Nope. Hang up."

"Good."

There was a moment of silence on the video.

Yu Fan's finger paused on the hang-up button for a long time, then finally moved away.

"Chen Jingshen," he called out.

"Uh-huh."

"Look at the dog." Yu Fan says, "You haven't posted for a couple days."

Chen Jingshen froze for a rare moment, but quickly regained his composure, "Good."

In the scene, Chen Jingshen called out "Fanfan", and immediately after the switch, Fanfan's front leg was already lifted onto Chen Jingshen's leg.

Chen Jingshen, wearing a pair of gray pants today, saw Fanfan sticking his tongue out at him and reached out to scratch his chin a few times.

"Why are your dog ears standing up?" Yu Fan asked lazily as he leaned back into his chair, his expression relaxed.

"Cut."

"Oh ...... what?" Yu Fan balked.

"The previous owner intended for him to be a working dog." Chen Jingshen explains faintly, "Ears hanging down will affect hearing, so cut off some and sew them back up so they can stand up. Others will cut off their tails to make it easier for them to go up and down the mountain."

"......"

Yu Fan unconsciously sat up and thought back for a long time, "I think I remember it had an unbroken tail?"

"Well, I brought it home before it broke."

Yu Fan inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief and slumped back into his chair.

As if sensing that the two were discussing themselves, Fanfan barked in agitation. Chen Jingshen patted him, but he continued to whimper lowly.

So Chen Jingshen simply reached out and closed his hand around its mouth.

Fanfan let out an "oooh" and finally subsided.

"Yu Fan." Chen Jingshen said faintly.

Yu Fan stares at his cell phone screen, "What for?"

The video still lingers on the dog, Fanfan has subsided and is standing obediently next to his gray pants.

Chen Jingshen moved his hand to the side of its ear and casually twisted it a few times, "Take a good test tomorrow."

"......"

Yu Fan took a deep breath and squeezed out a hard "Oh."

After the phone hung up, Yu Fan stayed in her original position, suddenly feeling a little thirsty.

He stared at the chat box for a few seconds, let out a "tsk", dropped his phone and got up from his chair, clunking the window open as far as it would go.

As the evening breeze poured into the room, Yu Fan stood in front of the window for a few seconds, reaching up to roughly flick back the hair on her forehead.

Damn, why is it so hot.

Learning is really catching fire.

Must not study after the midterm, what a crap geometry function ......

And.

Why did Chen Jingshen touch the dog and talk to him?

-

First day of midterms, language in the morning, math in the afternoon.

Yu Fan stepped into the exam room.

He was in the last exam room in his grade, and when he went in the invigilator was already there, half asleep under the podium.

This classroom is full of the dozen people at the bottom of the grade, with equal strength, and once the signal shield is turned on, the entire classroom is basically in hibernation.

So the invigilator was stress-free and read the newspaper from the podium.

Zuo Kuan plopped down on the table, feeling uninspired, ready to ask the person sitting next to him if he wanted to hand in his paper early and go online.

With a twist of his head he was shocked.

Only to see that his brother, who had slept with him from the beginning to the end of the exam several times before, would be sitting more upright than when playing LOL, with his head bowed down, writing furiously.

Zuo Kuan: "????"

Feeling his line of sight, Yu Fan stopped writing, looked at him and coldly threw out a sentence, "Turn your head around."

"......"

Zuo Kuan changed his position and went back to sleep.

After the language test, Wang Luan, who was on the same floor as them, came over and asked them to go off-campus for dinner.

The three went to a nearby Sichuan restaurant.

"Holy shit, he wrote an entire language paper like he was hit by an // evil spirit, swish swish swish!" Zuo Kuan was shocked, "Even wrote an essay!!!"

Wang Luan : "I fucking told you guys yesterday when I was playing the game that he's been studying lately and none of you believed me ......"

Yu Fan: "Are you done?"

"It's not over." Zuo Kuan says, "So what the hell?"

"It's nothing." Yu Fan threw out vaguely, "Just this midterm."

Seeing that he wasn't happy to talk about it, the other two didn't ask any further questions and turned their heads to other topics.

Yu Fan was bored with listening when the cell phone in his pocket vibrated.

[s: How was the test.]

It had been a long time since I had received a similar question, and Yu Fan was a little confused.

He tapped the words irritably.

[-: Didn't take the "Table of Chen Emotions."]

[S: Uh, guess what.]

?

I've been memorizing next to you for two days, you wouldn't say anything if you guessed it?

Yu Fan resisted the urge to grab him from the other side of the screen and beat him up, gritting his teeth and closing the dialog box.

After lunch. Wang Luan wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, "My dad insisted that I go home for a lunch break after the exam and come back in the afternoon. What do you two say?"

Math doesn't start until 3 p.m., with over three hours of free time in between.

"I'm going to an internet cafe to play a couple games." Zuo Kuan asked the person next to him, "Do you want to join me?"

Yu Fan: "No."

Zuo Kuan: "Then what are you doing?"

Go back to the exam room and go over the formulas again.

Yu Fan, of course, wouldn't say that.

He slipped his cell phone into his pocket, got up and headed out without looking back, dropping a, "Walk."

The front and back examination rooms are two extremes, sitting in the front classroom candidates, lunch break basically stay in the classroom to review. And the back classroom ...... is basically empty.

Yu Fan's classroom is in the Laboratory Building.

As he passed the school building, he couldn't help but glance toward the location of the first class.

Several students were leaning on the balcony reading, not including Chen Jingshen.

When Yu Fan returned to the exam room, it was really empty.

He pulled the exercise from the belly of his desk and was just about to find his pen when his cell phone buzzed muffled and heavy again.

Chen Jingshen is going to fart again.

Yu Fan loosened his brow and picked up his cell phone and lowered his eyes.

The moment he read the message, his complexion abruptly turned cold, and the pen he had just picked up was put back on the table.

[Strange number: A mad dog who throws shit at people in the cafeteria just because there are so many of him. If you have the guts, come out of the school now and fight with me one-on-one.]

Dumbass.

Yu Fan was just about to lock the screen when five or six more messages followed.

[Strange number: What? You don't want to answer? Didn't you look good when you covered my face with a plate of rice last time?

[Strange number: By the way, when I looked at your school//student//profile before, how come there's only Dad and no Mom on it?

[Strange number: Is your mom/dead?]

[Strange number: No wonder it's always an orphan face.]

......

In the first class exam room, the air flow seemed to be a little slower than in all the other classrooms.

Everyone is grasping at straws and reviewing.

After finishing a question, Chen Jingshen took out his cell phone from his pocket again and looked down.

No new news.

The invigilator walked into the classroom, put the papers on the podium, and was slightly surprised to see that the person sitting at the first table still had his cell phone in his hand.

"There's five minutes left on the test," he coughed, "Put all your textbooks, and cell phones away outside the classroom."

Chen Jingshen looked pale and was just about to close his phone when the discussion group that he had blocked suddenly popped up with a message preview.

As the familiar name passed by, Chen Jingshen made a move and clicked in.

[Zhang Xianjing: Fuckin' hell. A friend from the school next door secretly tipped me off that a dozen or so people from her school have gathered to block Yu Fan today, saying they want to cripple him!

Wang Luan: It's not possible, Yu Fan is at school, a dozen of them rushed into the school to block? Fat Tiger won't take them down one by one.]

[Zuo Kuan: That's it.]

Zhang Xianjing: She said the guys have a way to trick Yu Fan out. Are any of you with Yu Fan?

Wang Luan: No. What the hell? I just called Yu Fan, but no one answered ......]

Zuo Kuan: It's over, I didn't get through, fuck it, where are the brothers in the group? Let's get together.

[Wang Luan: Day! What the hell ...... I am here to visit the qin to supervise the examination, temporarily can not get out, you first look for people around the school.]

The invigilator looked at the people at the first table, frowned, and repeated: ''Classmates hand in all your cell phones, do you hear me--hey? Classmates? Where are you going, the exam is about to start! Classmate, classmate ...... Chen Jingshen!"

-

The narrow dark alley behind the pool hall.

Yu Fan looked at the dozen or so half-familiar faces in front of him with a somewhat mixed feeling.

"You should have thought we'd have to meet again when you took that knife of mine earlier." The flat-headed man at the head of the group said, "Yu Fan."

Yu Fan didn't say anything.

"Why don't you say anything? Weren't you pretty hung over last time when you stood up for that nerd?" The man behind the flat-headed man said, "If you hadn't cared about that back then, I might not be here today."

Yu Fan remained silent.

Another one laughed, "I guess I'm just too annoyed to speak when I think I'm going to be beaten soon ......"

"It's quite annoying." Yu Fan said.

It's so hard to fucking learn something.

It's all out of use.

The man didn't hear and narrowed his eyes, "What did you say- grass!!!"

Before the opposite party could finish his sentence, Yu Fan picked up the broken trash can next to him with one hand and smashed it directly into his face.

The alley was too narrow to accommodate more than a dozen people gathered in a single block, so only six or seven people rushed up at the earliest.

Yu Fan grabbed the one who rushed at the front and pushed his knee so hard that he directly pushed that person's eyes to the stars.

Yu Fan's face did not change when he received a sharp blow on his shoulder. He took the stunned one in his hand and threw it directly at the others next to him, then grabbed the one rushing at him and rammed his head directly into the other's nose-

......

The flat-headed man had been smoking like a big man, and by the end of the day, the cigarette was burning down to the end, and he hadn't even taken a puff.

The person next to him also froze, grabbed the corner of his shirt, "Brother ...... this person fucking, fighting do not want to die ah! He will not hurt?"

The flat-headed man knew the man didn't want to die in a fight.

Otherwise he wouldn't have been unable to fight last time.

"Grass ......"

"Brother, why don't you forget it." This area is not so remote, see the alleyway occasionally passing a few people, the man is a little panicked, "I think this fight is almost ...... the same."

"Almost, my ass? Aren't we getting more fucking beatings?" The guy with the flat head puts out his cigarette and calls out to the guys at the end of the alley, "Fuckin' hell, come on!"

Pushed back against the wall, Yu Fan takes the time to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth and prepares to run on sight.

A dozen of them, even if the King of Fighters came, he wouldn't be able to beat them. He's not stupid.

But the entrance to the alley was guarded, and he'd have to lure someone in before he could run.

Carried again to the middle of the alley, Yu Fan had just elbowed the man grabbing his shirt away when he suddenly heard a gust of wind behind his ear - the sound of a stick raised high in the air.

Done.

Yu Fan gritted her teeth and was ready for the smothering stick.

The next second, instead of the stick falling, there was a piercing scream:

"Ah ！！！！"

Yu Fan froze.

What? You swung the baton at one of your own?

Before he had the time to look back, his collar was suddenly tugged by someone with force, followed by a gust of wind swiftly blowing by his ears, and a familiar school bag appeared in the middle of his vision, drawing an arc in the air, and smashing straight into Flathead's face.

Yu Fan: "????"

Flathead: "Holy shit!!!"

Before Yu Fan could react, his entire body was yanked back two steps by that hand with force.

What the fuck kind of strength is this ......

He caught a faint whiff of mint.

Yu Fan's nerves tightened and he turned his head.

Chen Jingshen stood behind him expressionlessly.

?

Chen Jingshen, why are you here?

What about the exam?

Yu Fan : "You ......"

"Run."

Chen Jingshen said, kicking away the man who was still trying to rush up. Yu Fan watched as the brother's feet left the ground before slamming into the flat-headed man, and then both of them let out a scream together.

Yu Fan: "????"

He stood there with blood on his chin and a dumbfounded look on his face, and was about to ask again when he was grabbed by the wrist and yanked toward the entrance of the alley.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the neighborhood around the school was cold and quiet, with no teachers or students, and few people in the surrounding stores.

The owner of the milk tea store was sitting in front of the door chatting with someone and happened to be talking about the schoolteacher who had been frequenting their store lately.

"Seems like a good boy, always hanging out with those who don't like to study, not that those people are bad, but they're not on the same path, I think-"

Her words ended abruptly.

She saw that the boy who had been so well behaved in her mouth, coldly and forcibly tugging at the one she usually found to be the biggest jerk, swept past her store in a gust of wind.

Boss Lady: "............?"

Yu Fan doesn't know how long he's been caught running.

Having expended too much physical energy earlier, he couldn't catch his breath now, and for a moment, he felt like he was going to die from lack of oxygen.

Before he died, the man in front of him finally stopped.

They went to an empty sandy area in a park.

Yu Fan collapsed to the ground, his mouth open and breathing heavily, his shoulders heaving up and down hard, his heart beating as fast as a drum.

Something sank into his hair, cold against his scalp. Before Yu Fan could regain his senses, his fingers abruptly closed in, grabbing his hair and lifting his head.

Chen Jingshen crouched and looked over condescendingly.

His eyelids were taut with indifference, and he looked at him as if he were looking at a puppy to be slaughtered.

"Yu Fan, you can't teach a good lesson, can you?"

Yu Fan's heart clenched and he couldn't move.

In the next second, Chen Jingshen lifted his other hand and leaned straight towards his face.

Yu Fan is accustomed to fighting, and when someone raises his hand near him without saying a word, it's either a fist or a slap.

So he subconsciously closed his eyes--

The corners of his mouth went cold.

Chen Jingshen scratched his fingers and wiped away the blood there.

Then disliked a band-aid to it.