Chapter 43:

Yu Fan supported his face with one hand, completely isolating him from Chen Jingshen's line of sight.

He stared at the words in his textbook, still without turning his head, "No. Who's angry? I'm not angry."

Chen Jingshen said, "Then why ignore me."

"Sleepy, don't want to talk."

Yu Fan could feel Chen Jingshen looking at him in silence for a while.

After a few seconds, the sight disappeared, and the person next to him whispered the text with the language representative.

Yu Fan unconsciously discharged his strength and rubbed his face a few times with his hands.

He wasn't angry, he couldn't blame Chen Jingshen for dreaming, he should blame Zhu Xu for having an early love affair and kissing in the classroom corridor, he deserved to be caught. Next time he bumps into him, he will call Fat Tiger directly.

The first two periods of the day were math classes, and Zhuang Fangqin hadn't come in yet, so all the group leaders took advantage of this time to collect their homework.

Ke Ting got up and moved from the front row to the back, and when she reached Yu Fan, she asked cautiously, "Yu Fan, do you want to hand in your math homework? Teacher Zhuang said that if you don't hand in your homework today, you'll have to stand in both math classes."

Yu Fan leaned back in his chair and bent over to look for his textbook, saying without lifting his head, "It's not written, no ......"

"Mine and his." Chen Jingshen took out two math papers from the table and put them in front of Ke Ting.

Yu Fan froze and looked at his drawer before looking up at the two test papers Ke Ting had just received in his hand, "When did you take them?"

"When you go to the bathroom."

"...... You can't learn my handwriting and you want to stand together for two periods?"

Chen Jingshen faintly said, "It should be possible this time."

Yu Fan didn't believe me and stood up to grab the test paper in Ke Ting's hand, "Let me see it."

Seeing the writing on the paper, his eyebrows knit into a Chinese knot, reacting exactly as he did before, "What the hell? Does this look like my writing?"

He subconsciously looked up for approval when he said the latter sentence.

Ke Ting, who was stared at by him, could only look down at the paper and then whispered, "Quite ...... like it, huh?"

"......"

Yu Fan opened his mouth and was about to say something when his waist was suddenly touched by someone. Through the thin summer school uniform, he instantly felt the temperature of the other person's hand.

Chen Jingshen looked at the figure outside the door, "Visit Qin to ......"

Boom!

With a jolt, Yu Fan dodged to the side, bumping into his own desk and chair, shifting his desk and even Ke Ting's chair in front of him.

The violent movement from the table and chairs drew the class back to look.

Chen Jingshen, still holding his raised hand, turned his head with everyone else to look at the man who had bounced away in shock.

"Yu Fan!" Zhuang Fangqin shouted as he stepped into the classroom and stood in the doorway, "Not sitting properly in your seat, you're touching the porcelain desk, aren't you? Do you want to stand at the back of the class?"

To be honest, Yu Fan is quite eager.

But his classmates had already reached out and pulled his chair and table back. So Yu Fan could only throw out a "no", and woodenly sat down again.

Zhuang Fangqin gave her a blank look and asked the group leaders who hadn't handed in their homework as he walked towards the podium.

Yu Fan sat down and stared at the cover of his math exercise book with both hands in his pockets.

Chen Jingshen looked down and swept his school uniform, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. Don't you talk to me." Yu Fan's voice was undulating, "I can't talk to you now."

Ears are red again.

Why is this guy so funny?

Chen Jingshen asks, "So when can you talk to me?"

Yu Fan predicted, "After second period."

Wang Luan is the only one in the class who hasn't done his math homework.

He stood with his textbook, not having much of a mind to listen to the class, and overheard the conversation at the next table.

But what were these two talking about? Why did he sound like a nifty encrypted conversation.

He turned his head just in time to see Chen Jingshen give a faint "oh" and turn his face back to the blackboard.

Wang Luan froze as he stared at the side of Chen Jingshen's face, subconsciously patted the person next to him, and whispered, "Holy shit, the schoolteacher is smiling?"

The disciplinarian pushed up his glasses and ignored him. He just opened his disciplinary book and skillfully wrote "Wang Luan" on the page about talking in class.

At the end of the two math classes, Zhuang Fangqin put down his paper, propped one hand on the podium and said, "Alright, before class ends, I'll briefly change a few seats."

Yu Fan's originally lazy posture involuntarily tensed up, and he subconsciously looked at Zhuang Fangqin on the stage.

...... Right, he had almost forgotten that he had to change his seat after the midterm.

Chen Jingshen should be replaced too.

After all, his mom said so.

Yu Fan leaned back in his chair and watched as Zhuang Fangqin looked down at the renovated seating arrangement, suddenly feeling a little bored. The mood was similar to when he came home and found the house lights on, bored with a little resistance.

After a few seconds, Yu Fan snapped back to her senses.

What's bothering him? Chen Jingshen's replacement is just the right thing to do, isn't it? In the future, no one will always stare at him in class, no one will annoy him with daily lectures, and Chen Jingshen will no longer be called by Zhuang Fangqin to give him a lecture because he doesn't study.

There was a sound of movement from the side, Yu Fan inclined his head and saw Chen Jingshen bending down and drumming on his desk.

What's that?

You haven't even said anything about visiting the piano yet. Is it that urgent? Is this your attitude about having to sit apart from your crush?

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

"Cai Yun and Xie En En switch places, the class president and Zhou Xiaoye switch, and ...... " Zhuang Fangqin's gaze drifted over to their side, "Wu Cai, switch with the disciplinary committee member. "

Zhuang Fangqin closed the book, "Okay, hurry up and change it in the time between classes, don't delay the next class."

Zhuang Fangqin Just as he left, the sound of moving desks resounded in the classroom. This kind of small-scale change of seats is rather more lively than everyone changing together.

Noticing the line of sight from the person next to him, Chen Jingshen turned his head, "Can you talk?"

Yu Fan looked at him, "...... How come you didn't switch away?"

"Why would I trade away."

"Your mom ......" Yu Fan paused for a moment, hanging on for dear life, "of. So what book bag are you packing?"

Chen Jingshen raised his eyebrows and stated, "Class is over, collect your textbooks."

"......"

-

As the biggest beneficiary of the seat change, Wang Luan was really happy for a day.

After the second period, Wang Luan went out to the corridor and leaned against the window in a good mood, soaking up the afternoon sun.

Zhang Xianjing rested his chin on one hand, his beautiful long hair falling: "Are you so happy? I can see that the disciplinary committee member sits at the first table, and still has to turn around and stare at you two or three times in every class."

"Doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't stare at me next to me." Wang Luan thought of something and curled both hands to support himself on the edge of the window, "Scholar, I saw your family's car at the parent-teacher conference yesterday, it's so awesome."

Teenagers are not so sensitive to this aspect, Wang Luan is sincere to praise the car bull. But after some thought, he added, "I saw your mom too, she's really pretty."

Chen Jingshen threw the pen into the pen bag and said nonchalantly, "Thank you."

Wang Luan : "I could tell right away that you got it from her, especially the nose and ......"

Yu Fan grabbed a water bottle and threw it out the window, "It's noisy."

Wang Luan staggered out of the way, reaching out to catch the bottle of water with a steady hand, and Yu Guang glanced down the corridor to the next class.

He put the bottle back on Yu Fan's desk and touched Zuo Kuan's arm, "Zuo Kuan, what's wrong with that girl in your class, she was just about to come over, but turned back when she saw me. Does she have a crush on me?"

Zuo Kuan followed his words and glanced back, "Come on, it's your turn? The one I talked about at the last dinner, people look at Yu Fan."

The person named sat motionless on his cell phone, his head not even tilting.

Yu Fan clicked on Snake and was just about to start a new game when Yu Guang glanced at his friend's ranking.

He paused for a moment, unable to resist poking the person next to him with his elbow, "When did you supersede my record?"

Chen Jingshen looked at him, "After hanging up the video last night."

"......"

Their voices were so low that no one else heard them clearly. Wang Luan ohed meaninglessly, "Why do so many people have crushes on Yu Fan, just because he's handsome?"

Zuo Kuan: "Or else?"

"Not really." Zhang Xianjing lazily analyzed, "There's also that bad-boy vibe from Yu Fan."

Yu Fan, a bit thunderstruck, finally looked up, "Talk to someone else."

Zuo Kuan demurred, furrowing his brow, "What, I'm not a bad boy? I'm fucking bad!"

Yu Fan: "......"

"That's different," Zhang Xianjing began to analyze, "Yu Fan is more handsome than you, not to mention less talkative, taller, and has this hair that grows so fast it can cover your eyes ...... "

Zuo Kuan scratches his hair, "Is this not long enough for me?"

"Look who it is, Yu Fan This kind of face, half covered has that melancholy feeling. You ...... you'd better not keep it, like stupid non-mainstream."

Zuo Kuan: "......"

Wang Luan bent down to look at his brother, "Shit, I said Yu Fan doesn't like to cut his hair, so he's just trying to seduce his female classmates."

Self-study in the next class. Chen Jingshen pulls out a competition paper and works on it, sniffing as he slows down his math.

Yu Fan found out when he was a little slow.

"Shut up." Heart beating a little faster for no apparent reason, Yu Fan lifts her hand and flicks the front of her hair back haphazardly, "I'm getting it cut after school. Push the light."

Wang Luan: "Really?"

Yu Fan: "Cheating you out of money--"

"It's over, it's over, it's over!" Zhu Xu hurried over from next door and clapped hard at their window, "Fat Tiger's coming! Run!"

Wang Luan was startled and subconsciously made a motion to put out his cigarette. After doing so, he looked back and said, "Damn it, just come, we didn't smoke, why did you run?"

"He's got two barbers behind him!" Zhu Xu said, "He just cut off all the freshmen who didn't pass the grooming test! And now he's fucking coming to our building!"

Fuck me?

Before the two men standing outside the window had time to react, they felt a "boom" next to them, the sound of a chair being violently moved out of the way.

Yu Fan took out Dumb Fly from the drawer, rolled it up and carried it in his hand, and stood up with his cell phone in his pocket.

Thinking that there was still today's math homework, Yu Fan bent down and started rummaging through the drawer again.

Wang Luan froze, "What are you doing?"

"What do you say?" Yu Fan says, "Sit around and wait for Fat Tiger to cut your hair?"

"Ohhhhhh." Wang Luan came back to his senses and rushed into the classroom to get his things ready to run.

But as he pulled out his hair, he felt something was wrong and whipped his head around to ask, "Wait, what are you running for? Don't you happen to want to push your hair out?"

"......"

Yu Fan froze for a moment as he pulled out his scroll.

"Who knows what level he's bringing those barbers to?" Half-heartedly, he squeezed out a sentence.

Wang Luan : "You're going to push the light anyway, whatever the level."

"......"

"I have to be here after I push," Yu Fan pointed to the right side of his head, "to leave a letter. Can Fat Tiger leave it for me?"

Wang Luan wanted to say that was too damn earthy, right, and then closed his mouth after seeing his brother's coffin face, "...... Shouldn't be able to. Let's just run."

Yu Fan squeezes his exercise book and tries to kick the chair of the person next to him to get out of his way.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jingshen stood up before he could stretch his legs and picked up his book bag and slung it over his shoulder.

Yu Fan was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"With you guys." Chen Jingshen said, "I don't want to cut my hair either."

Yu Fan looked down at Chen Jingshen's hair, it was a little longer, but not noticeably so.

Wang Luan has already packed up his bag and came over: "It's okay, School Master, your hair is okay, later on, run it upwards, Fat Tiger won't catch you for sure."

"Just in case." Chen Jingshen asks, "Where are you going?"

Wang Luan froze, "Can't get out of the back door these days because of the tight grip. Guess I'll play some ball."

"Can I add someone?"

"Yes, why not ......"

Chen Jingshen turned his head to look as the strap of his sagging book bag was tugged.

"What's the big deal?" Yu Fan said with a cold face, "Have a good time in your class."

"Really don't want to cut." Chen Jingshen looked at him with downcast eyes, "It's study hall anyway, take me there."

-

Sophomore Friday afternoon two study halls, and the court was almost exclusively filled with freshman boys.

Because they skipped class temporarily, they couldn't get everyone together. Zhu Xu simply went and grabbed a few untrained sports students from the first year of high school to play 5v5 with them.

The two sides played back and forth. The tall figure of the teenager weaved and jumped around the court, and it didn't take long to draw a crowd.

The two most handsome ones are especially noteworthy.

Chen Jingshen hadn't played so much in a long time. Ever since he joined the basketball team in junior high school, and Ji Lianyi almost forced the whole thing to stop, he's rarely been approached to play, and he's consciously refrained from joining in.

Chen Jingshen made a crisp three-pointer at the most critical moment of the score to realize the rebound. Wang Luan and Zuo Kuan, who were rushing to the enemy's rim, came up to him excitedly and patted him, calling him "awesome".

Yu Fan ends up back on defense and taps him on the shoulder as he passes by.

"Pretty."

After a while. Yu Fan spins around and shakes off two opponents for a beautiful dunk.

Hearing a surprised "Kuso" from his opponent, Yu Fan couldn't help but smile a little, turning around and walking back with his head down, when his hair was unexpectedly pressed.

Yu Fan, blinded, looked up at the man.

Chen Jingshen rarely unbuttoned both buttons of his collar, and sweat dampened the hair on his forehead, revealing his long, lean, sharp profile. He lowered his eyes, smiled, and said, "Beautiful."

"......"

At the end of a game, everyone is exhausted.

Playing soccer in the summer was exhilarating and torturous. The air was so dry and hot that a few of the boys even lay down in place to catch their breath and rest, their chests rising and falling violently.

Yu Fan wiped the sweat off his chin, picked up the steaming mineral water bottle on the stone chair and tilted his head back to slam it, half of the bottle instantly missing.

He turned around and saw Chen Jingshen standing behind him.

Chen Jingshen was also drenched in sweat and his school uniform was just as messy as theirs. But perhaps it was because his face was so cold, it looked completely different from the dirty and smelly visual effect of the other boys.

Everyone else is holding water, but only Chen Jingshen is empty-handed.

The ice water crossed his throat and refreshed his heart. Satisfied, Yu Fan asked him, "No water?"

"Want to drink." Chen Jingshen said, "Waiting."

"Wait for what?" His throat was still dry. Yu Fan finished, tilted his head back and took another gulp.

"Water."

"?"

Chen Jingshen lowered his eyes and swept them over his hand, "The water in your hand is mine."

"......"

How could it be? He's only had two sips of water, and all the other bottles on the stone chair are empty-

Yu Guang catches a glimpse of something. Yu Fan lowers his head and sees the bottle of mineral water that has rolled to the ground with most of the bottle left.

"......"

The mineral water in Yu Fan's hand was pinched with a loud click.

He still had a small mouthful of unswallowed water in his mouth.

Chen Jingshen, drank, the water.

......

The heat that had just subsided from the ice water rushed back to his brain like a waterfall, and Yu Fan stood still, his mouth half bulging like a fool.

Chen Jingshen: "Drinking well?"

Yu Fan froze and didn't move, letting out a very low "hmm".

"That?"

Yu Fan, like a robot, passes the water out.

Wait, this I fucking drank, you wait I'll buy you another bottle-

Chen Jingshen carries the water bottle, neck slightly tilted up, mouth against the mouth of the bottle, and drinks the rest of the water.

The line of his bulging throat rolled and rolled, and Yu Fan's heart bounced along with it.

Gulp.

Yu Fan swallowed the ice water in his mouth.

Chen Jingshen put down the bottle, "What did it say?"

Yu Fan: "......"

His mouth tingles, Yu Fan subconsciously tries to lick his lips, which turns into a pursing of his lips when he reaches the end, "It's nothing."

Boys often play ball ten or so bottles of water put together, drink wrong too normal.

It's all male. What's the big deal?

After a short break, everyone packed up and left.

The boys in the back were still chatting feverishly about the ball game just now. Chen Jingshen turned his head and asked, "Eat together?"

Yu Fan shook his head sullenly.

Chen Jingshen: "Did you bring your homework?"

Yu Fan nodded without much expression and walked a little faster.

Chen Jingshen turned his head and swept him away without another word.

Yu Fan originally wanted to walk faster to get rid of the people, who expected to coincide with the rush hour of school, the doorway is full of students. Yu Fan can only slow down.

He was walking side by side with Chen Jingshen when someone beside him suddenly called out to him, "Yu Fan."

"Are you now," Chen Jingshen stifled a laugh, "unable to talk to me again?"