Chapter 33: What did the kids do?

Chen Jingshen's hand is not too heavy.

There's a small, subtle pain where it's being pulled, and it's not overwhelming.

The last person who ran into Yu Fan's hair still has to take a detour when he sees a South Side 7th grade school.

Yu Fan has very few inhibitions in a fight, except that he doesn't like to be touched on the head. A stick is fine, but not a direct touch. Whoever gathers a hand on his head, he can pick out that person precisely among several people and return it with a heavy hand.

But now, Yu Fan sat on the sand, half-opened his mouth, panting, looking at Chen Jingshen for a long time.

He was so tired that he didn't resent being held by the hair, but rather felt a slight relaxation, and even a strange desire to put all his strength into that hand--

Until something was taped to the corner of his mouth.

Yu Fan snapped back to his senses, reacting sluggishly that he should now slap this person's hand away before twisting it off.

What's a bad lesson?

Who the fuck wants to be good?

The strength that clutched him suddenly disappeared, and the jumbled words floating in Yu Fan's head stopped for a moment.

Chen Jingshen folded his fingers in his hair, rubbed them together, then withdrew his hand.

The bag was thrown to the ground, and there was a lot of sand on the bottom. Chen Jingshen pinched the band-aid wrapper into a ball without a care in the world, tore open the side pocket of the bag and threw it in.

Yu Fan stared at the blood that had just stained his fingers, and suddenly didn't bother cursing again.

Yu Fan unloaded his strength and leaned back against the wall.

"Why are you still carrying around band-aids, wimpy or not." He lazily voiced looking for a fight.

Who's always getting hurt?

Chen Jingshen swept a glance at him, but quickly looked away, did not say anything.

What an attitude.

Yu Fan stretched his foot over and touched Chen Jingshen's shoe, and just when he was about to say something, something suddenly flashed into his mind.

What time is it?

He immediately took out his cell phone and noticed that there were a lot of missed and messages on it. He hadn't heard them before because the exam was on mute.

15:27.

He quickly posted "I'm fine" in the discussion group, and then grabbed Chen Jingshen's sleeve and tugged on it.

"What for?" Chen Jingshen asked.

"What do you say?" Yu Fan said, "Exam!"

"The school gates are closed."

"I have a way to get in." Yu Fan braced himself against the wall and got up, glancing back at the person still organizing his book bag and frowning sharply, "Get up."

"No one will be allowed in the exam room past fifteen minutes late."

"......"

Yu Fan vaguely remembers that there really seems to be such a rule.

His eyelids jumped a little, and he stood and coldly lowered his face and began to think about how to trick the invigilator out to let Chen Jingshen blend in.

It's easy to get in, but Chen Jingshen sits at the first table and is so conspicuous that the teacher can spot him when he comes back.

How about tying up the invigilator ......

The person next to him picks up his book bag and gets up, Yu Fan looks over as he thinks.

Chen Jingshen School uniform shirt was soiled right there in the dark alley, the collar was messy, and the left sleeve had a long, grayish mark.

Chen Jingshen slung his book bag over his shoulder and was just about to say something when his arm was taken over and his sleeve was rudely tugged upwards.

He lowered his eyes before realizing that his left hand was bruised and there was a bloody mark on the side of his wrist. I wonder what unhygienic punk left his nails.

Yu Fan stared at his injury for two seconds, remembering the stick that hadn't fallen before, and couldn't help but let out a "tsk".

He grabbed Chen Jingshen's arm and tried to pull the man away.

Didn't pull.

Chen Jingshen stood firmly, "Where to?"

"Hospital." Yu Fan said, "Tetanus."

"It's not that serious."

"Fight when you're told to," Yu Fan frowned, "I'll pay for it, you just pay for the meat, no bullshit."

Chen Jingshen remained motionless, casually pulling out, "Not going, don't want to smell the sterilized water."

"How come you weren't so abrasive the last time you took me to the hospital?"

Chen Jingshen lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows without much emotion, as if asking "What do you think?".

Yu Fan: "......"

Yu Fan : "Then you go in with your nose covered."

"I'm still dizzy with needles."

Can you be any more precious?

Yu Fan's patience was limited, in normal times he would have already thrown the man away.

He coldly confronted Chen Jingshen silently for a moment and asked through clenched teeth, "Halo slum?"

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The cab is parked in front of the old neighborhood.

Chen Jingshen swept around, very old neighborhoods, head poles tangled together, residential buildings mottled walls, narrow streets on both sides of the carts out to sell fruit vendors.

Yu Fan rarely takes a taxi and usually walks or takes public transportation.

Paid and he ushered the man out of the car.

True Collar, standing at the entrance of the neighborhood, he was still tugging on the strap of Chen Jingshen's school bag in his hand.

Chen Jingshen : "You lived here as a child?"

The man next to him gave a perfunctory hmmm and was slow to move.

Yu Fan tilted his head slightly, as if confirming something.

Chen Jingshen Followed his line of sight and saw only a closed window on the second floor.

Making sure no one was home, Yu Fan tugged on his bag, "Let's go."

The hallway was narrow, and two boys just about filled it up. Yu Fan pulls out a key for the lock and pushes the door open very gently with his foot.

A smell of alcohol wafted out of it, worse than the smell of hospital disinfectant.

The house is not big, sofa TV mahjong table, the living room is basically full. There are many empty wine bottles poured on the floor, and on the table there is a plate of leftover peanut rice and chicken claws.

Chen Jingshen felt a tug on his book bag, and he withdrew his gaze, letting Yu Fan lead him along.

The boy's face was cold, as if he was used to this scenario.

Yu Fan's room is locked separately and you have to use a key to get in.

Opening the door, Yu Fan pushed the man in, threw down the words "You sit down first", and turned his head back to the living room.

Yu Fan's room has a large window and is airy, clean, and doesn't smell.

Chen Jingshen stood still, cruising in silence.

The room was small, a wooden bed, old closet, and table and chairs. Other than that there was no other furniture.

The top of the desk was covered in signs of age, with stickers that wouldn't come off, words written in ballpoint pen, and then knife marks and dents that had somehow been poked out.

The wall above the bed was covered with awards, and the ones on the bottom were basically torn to the edges, but some of the words on the top were still recognizable.

His eyes came together somewhere, and Chen Jingshen gave a slight pause.

Chen Jingshen was already sitting on a chair when Yu Fan entered the room.

He unlocked the door to his room, threw the chair he'd just found next to Chen Jingshen, and bent down to open the first drawer on the right--

Chen Jingshen saw a cabinet full of emergency medicines.

It's a glorification to call it medicine, but in actuality it's just antiseptic, bandages, and band-aids that can handle the job. There was also an unlabeled clear glass jar of dark red liquid.

Yu Fan picked out a few items and put them on the table, lifted up his sleeve and said, "Bring me your hands."

Chen Jingshen spread out his hand and put it in his hand.

Downstairs came the sound of horns collecting scrap, the occasional car honking, the floor is low, the sound of mahjong smashing tables downstairs can be heard.

Chen Jingshen sat very diffidently in his chair, quietly watching the man with a face full of wounds carefully take a cotton swab to sterilize his small wound.

The cell phone in his pocket vibrated, and Chen Jingshen's fingers curled gently.

Yu Fan stopped immediately, "Does it hurt?"

Chen Jingshen was silent for two seconds and tensed his mouth, "It hurts."

Does it even hurt to get sterilized?

"Why are you here if you're afraid of pain? Why don't you stay in the classroom and take your test?" Yu Fan wrinkled his eyebrows in disgust and lightened his hand a bit.

Chen Jingshen looked at his hair swirl and suddenly asked, "Are those all your awards on the wall?"

"No."

"'Dear Little Friend Yu Fan, congratulations on your outstanding performance in Fito's summer camp for elementary and middle school students and winning the title of Most Enthusiastic Little Friend' ......" Chen Jingshen read it out, "What did the kid do?"

"......"

Yu Fan glanced up at the wall and really saw such an award.

"Who remembers." Yu Fan says, "Any more nonsense and I'll shove the award in your mouth."

Chen Jingshen blinks very lightly, inexplicably jumping up and down a bit.

After tidying up the wound, Yu Fan opened the glass jar, and a strong, somewhat pungent odor came out.

"What is it?" Chen Jingshen asked.

"Medicinal wine, my grandfather left it behind." Yu Fan remembered how valuable this tablemate was, the cotton swab dipped in the medicinal wine stopped in mid-air, "But it stinks, are you wiping it off?"

Chen Jingshen didn't say anything, just raised his hand and pressed the bruised area against the swab.

The wine was smeared on the skin, and Yu Fan tossed the swab aside and pressed his thumb against it very gently twice.

As he pressed, he said, "Bear with me, it takes a while for it to seep in."

After pressing it, Yu Fan let go of his hand.

Then take out a new swab and sterilize yourself.

Chen Jingshen sat and looked at him, "Do you want me to help you?"

Yu Fan skillfully disliked the cotton swab to the wound without even frowning, "Don't, it's not like my hand is broken."

A few minutes later.

Yu Fan struggled to wrap his hand around his back, swabbing into the back of his collar in an effort to feel for the location of the pain.

Shit, what's with the dumb asses jumping up and elbowing people in the back of the neck?

Chen Jingshen got up, "I'll do it."

Yu Fan : "No ......" The swab in his hand was taken away.

Chen Jingshen walked behind his chair and glanced into the back of his collar.

The area from the bottom of the neck to the shoulder was bruised.

Chen Jingshen's eyes sank, and the cotton swab was just about to be dabbed on.

The man sitting in front of him suddenly unbuttoned one of his school uniform shirts, then casually yanked the collar back to reveal a large expanse of skin.

"Hurry up." Yu Fan pulled Chen Jingshen's chair over to him, elbows on the back of the chair, head slumped, urging, "Just scribble whatever you want."

Usually it would be much easier for him to take off his shirt and rub the medicine, but today Chen Jingshen was there and he inexplicably didn't want to take it off, which is why he dawdled for half a day.

A little collar pulling doesn't matter ......

Bullshit.

Yu Fan's neck is very straight and thin, Chen Jingshen's finger pressed on it to apply medicinal wine, unconsciously compared.

Yu Fan sucked in a breath.

"Pain?" Chen Jingshen asked.

Yu Fan said stiffly, "No."

"Then what are you shaking."

"...... Who the hell is shaking?" Yu Fan said word for word, "Alright ...... don't press it."

He says and tries to get up, but Chen Jingshen Shares his neck and won't let him move.

"Wait, it hasn't seeped in yet." Chen Jingshen said.

"......"

Yu Fan regretted it.

He should have waited for Chen Jingshen to leave before administering the medicine.

With Chen Jingshen's "Okay," Yu Fan immediately sat up straight and yanked back his collar to fasten it.

He grabbed his things and jumbled them back into his locker when his cell phone buzzed on his desk.

Zuo Kuan was very agitated on the other end of the phone, "Shit. I skipped the exam and came out to save you, but when I climbed over the wall, I was caught by Fat Tiger, and I was punished to stand in his office until now! Grass, are you alright?"

Yu Fan got up and leaned against the edge of the window and said, "It's fine."

"What's going on? Are you really blocked?"

"Uh-huh."

"How many people are coming? Why didn't you call us before you went."

"Quite a few." Yu Fan said, "They got Ding Xiao to trick me out, and I thought he was the only one."

It's a quick one-on-one, and he'll be able to knock Ding Xiao over in two hits, definitely in time to come back for the exam.

I didn't realize that idiot knew someone from the school next door.

He glanced back and saw Chen Jingshen had his cell phone out as well, sitting in his chair and scrolling through the messages in silence.

Zuo Kuan rambled on for half a day before hanging up.

Yu Fan put down his cell phone and turned his head, Chen Jingshen was just picking up his school bag and getting up.

Chen Jingshen threw his cell phone, whose screen was full of unread messages, into his pocket, "I'm going back."

After dropping the man off downstairs, Chen Jingshen stopped a cab and then asked as if he remembered something.

"I can video it at 9pm."

Yu Fan stood with her hands in her pockets and froze at her words, "...... hmmm."

"Physics lecture tonight." Chen Jingshen Hooked his thumb over the shoulder strap of his book bag and turned the conversation around, "You only got a 9 in math at the end of last semester."

Yu Fan: "?"

"So it doesn't matter if you miss this subject, just pull high scores in other subjects."

Yu Fan was about to say that he could shut up if he didn't know how to chat, but the next moment he opened his mouth he was mute.

Chen Jingshen very briefly stroked his head, casually rubbed it, and faintly said, "Let's go, let's talk at night."

The rear of the car disappeared around the corner of the stoplight.

Yu Fan stood still for a long time, not moving, and didn't look back until another stoplight passed-

Wait a minute?

Did Chen Jingshen dislike his head again?

Yu Fan, with his hands still in his pockets, turned around very stiffly and walked slowly back, his expression sometimes cold and sometimes grim.

Chen Jingshen touched his head twice today.

He's going to cut Chen Jingshen's fingers.

Chen Jingshen, how dare you? Why are your hands so short? You know each other well and you're reaching out?

Yu Fan scratched his hair, thinking that this must give some warning.

Throw a knife on the table as soon as the video opens tonight and tell him to apologize a hundred times first.

In the evening, Yu Fan absentmindedly played Snake for a while.

At nine o'clock, the video popped up right on time. Yu Fan Picked up the fruit knife that had finished peeling the apple, and connected it with an expressionless face, just about to speak-

"Pull the phone up higher." Chen Jingshen said as he scanned the screen.

"What for?"

"Higher."

What's the fuss?

Yu Fan frowned and raised his hand to pick up something ready to scare him.

"Okay." Chen Jingshen flipped through the question set, "I couldn't see you just now."

"......"

Yu Fan expressionlessly confronts his own smelly face in the small window of the screen for a moment and puts the knife down.