Chapter 44: Go eat with your former tablemates.

Yu Fan glanced to the side.

Chen Jingshen Buttons not yet tied, collar and forehead hair are still a little messy, the unique nerd body dispersed a lot, the lines of the features are not taut so cold.

The moment Chen Jingshen lowered his eyes, Yu Fan immediately withdrew his head.

"...... It's not that you can't, it's that you don't want to. You're annoying."

After leaving the school gate, the road became clear. Yu Fan unconsciously clenched the homework in his hand, hurriedly threw down the words "Let's go", and walked into the crowd without looking back.

It's Friday, school's out, and the streets are crowded. Even the line in front of a nameless snack bar in front of the old neighborhood took up half the street.

Further ahead is Yu Fan's usual barbershop.

The store was small, with the glass door open and unknown, earthy DJ songs coming out of it. Outside the barbershop door sits a small blackboard, on which is written in colored chalk, "The boss is in love! All items are discounted today!"

Seeing the discount, Yu Fan subconsciously stopped in front of the door.

The next moment, the glass door opened for him.

The store clerk who knew him well, with his killer purple hair, raised his chin at him, "Yu Fan, out of school?"

The Yu family has made a name for themselves in this area, and the neighbors are afraid to avoid them. It's not the mental guys in the store who care, but every time Yu Fan comes in for a haircut, they want to talk to him.

Yu Fan hmmm, pointing at the sign, "Your boss isn't having a second child?"

"He said he and the boss's wife are in love forever." The other side hemmed and hawed, "Don't ask, get a haircut? It's on sale today, just eight dollars for a haircut. Cut?"

Cut, of course, and shave. He put the word out in front of Chen Jingshen today, not to mention the discount.

Yu Fan stood still.

"Yo, you even brought your textbooks home?" Seeing the thing in his hand, Killmonger was stunned and asked, "Say, with your hair, the school doesn't arrest you?"

Another clerk who was cutting a client's hair in the store grunted, "Maybe the teacher thinks it's pretty cool, too."

Yu Fan's forehead hair is a bit long, but not the kind of long that is straight and frothy. Probably because he usually likes to scratch his hair, it's always naturally fluffy and bulging, the kind of look that other guys ask to be blown out after washing their hair. Combined with his face and those two faint moles, the ambiance was too strong.

Yu Fan, with one hand in his pocket, suddenly inclined his face and asked, "Do you know how to shave letters?"

The other froze, "Yes. I can shave all 26 letters for you."

Yu Fan ponders for a few seconds, "Can you shave the Double Dragon?"

"...... can't."

"Oh." Yu Fan turns and walks away, leaving a note in the wind, "No cuts then."

"......"

Back at home, Yu Fan goes straight to his room, giving a slight pause as he pulls out his room key.

He frowned and bent down for a closer look.

There were two not-so-subtle scratches next to the lock on the door to his room.

Their area was not well policed for the first few years, and his front door was often broken into, and the locks that were picked were either broken or scratched and bruised.

The ones on his door are obviously much lighter and less scratched. But to say it's age marks is again a bit too long.

Yu Fan ground his fingers on it. Then he pressed the key in and opened the door without any obstruction.

The door locks aren't broken.

Yu Fan stood still for a few seconds before getting up and entering the house. Before closing the door, he swept a glance at Yu Kaiming's closed room next door.

9:00 PM. Chen Jingshen The video pops through and doesn't get picked up until it's almost hung up.

Chen Jingshen looked up at the screen from the question set. Before he could see it, the opposite side had already taken the lead -

"What are you looking at?" Yu Fan sat cross-legged in a chair and wiped his hair, his expression irritated, and said stiffly, "The barbershop is closed today."

"......"

Chen Jingshen said, "Closed on Friday? Then they're pretty bad at business."

Yu Fan averted her eyes and gave a vague hmmm, "Cut tomorrow."

After talking about a classic question, Chen Jingshen drew out a similar question for him to do now. Recently, the things he has been learning are getting more and more difficult, and Yu Fan has a headache, lying on the table and scratching his hair.

The video was quiet for two minutes. Chen Jingshen suddenly spoke, "Actually, it's okay not to cut."

Yu Fan made a move.

He turned on the rear camera, and now the phone was lying flat on the table, leaving Chen Jingshen with only a dark image.

But Chen Jingshen still raised his eyes and looked over, as if he was meeting his eyes.

"If you cut it, it's easy to get caught sleeping in class in the future, right?" Chen Jingshen said faintly.

"......"

Yu Fan, who hadn't slept in a proper class in who knows how long, blinked, "...... Oh, right."

"And if you push it, it can be quite prickly and uncomfortable to sleep."

"How do you know?"

"Too hot to push through when I was very young. Haven't slept well in that time since."

"Tsk." Yu Fan slid down the steps with an annoyed tone, "Forget it then ...... We'll talk about it later."

Chen Jingshen hmmmed, "Did you get the questions done?"

"Nope, watching, don't rush." This time it was really annoying.

Chen Jingshen lowered his head, turned his pen twice, and said, "Good."

-

That day Hu Pang rushed to the seventh class of the second year of high school with a group of men in a rage, but finally came up empty.

Zhang Xianjing made up a story when he saw him, saying that Chen Jingshen was sick and that Yu Fan and Wang Luan had sent him to the hospital.

Hu Pang has 100% trust in Chen Jingshen, he didn't say anything else, just waved his hand and let the people behind him cut Zhang Xianjing's curly hair.

Because of this, Zhang Xianjing took it out on Wang Luan's arm the next day and almost hammered a muscle into it.

Not long after the midterm exam, there was another monthly exam. However, the process of the monthly test in the seventh middle school in the south city was not as complicated as the midterm exam, and it didn't even have to change seats, similar to a classroom test.

Just after the test on Wednesday, the teachers graded it on Friday and sent it off to start talking about the paper.

After class, Wang Luan took Yu Fan's math paper and said arduously, "What makes you, math, 3 points higher than me ......"

Midsummer heat, the air is hot, the classroom overhead a few big fans like no air squeak and turn.

Yu Fan was folding up his physics paper and fanning himself when he sniffed and raised his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"No, my last semester's final math exam was a few dozen points higher than yours. This time the math paper is so difficult, you can damn well score 70 points ......" Wang Luan could not accept, "Tell me honestly, did you secretly cram behind my back?"

Zhang Xianjing shifted his crossed legs, "Is it possible that he ......"

"Sort of."

Yu Fan's hands were so strong that every gust of wind from his fan drifted slowly into the face of his tablemate.

Both of them froze.

Zhang Xianjing looked at him in shock, "Really ......"

"I knew it! Otherwise, how could my grades go up so fast?" Wang Luan came up and asked, "Which remedial class? I'll go with you."

Yu Fan's fanning motion slowed down a bit, and subconsciously glanced at Chen Jingshen.

Somehow, Yu Fan is a little reluctant to talk about it.

Obviously it's normal for students to help each other, right?

Chen Jingshen was working on a paper, his expression cold and focused.

Yu Fan had thought that he wasn't listening to them, but the next moment Chen Jingshen lifted his eyelids to meet his eyes and faintly said, "Aren't you looking for a one-on-one teacher."

Wang Luan: "Yes?"

Yu Fan : "...... right."

"Then it's normal to improve fast ah, one-on-one teachers are targeted teaching." Wu Cai carried a freshly brushed paper over and finished bending over, "School master, what did you choose for this question?"

Wu Cai is now sitting with Wang Luan. When Zhuang Fangqin asked him if he was willing to switch seats, he said yes. One reason was that he wasn't nearsighted, so he could sit anywhere; the other was that he found Wang Luan's conversation quite interesting.

After sitting for a while, he thought the replacement was not bad. The students around him had lower grades, but they weren't noisy in class and were lively after class.

Chen Jingshen directly pulled out the paper from the drawer and showed it to him.

"Okay, is one-on-one expensive?" Wang Luan asked.

Yu Fan took out his cell phone and opened the game, saying vaguely, "It's okay."

"Chen Jingshen."

A very low voice came from the window.

Just in time for a game of Snake to end. Yu Fan's eyelids jumped and he looked over sideways.

There was a boy standing outside the window.

He had the same school uniform as someone who tied it to the top one, was a bit short, and had a bit of naturally curly hair.

Probably because he had heard of Yu Fan's many honorable deeds, when the two of them met their gazes, the other took a step back in a bit of fear.

Chen Jingshen: "Something wrong?"

"Can you come out for a minute?" The boy's voice was quite soft, "I wanted to discuss the physics competition tomorrow."

Chen Jingshen put down his pen and went out.

Chen Jingshen, for the first time in a long time since he transferred to the class, saw a student from another class come to him.

Wang Luan looked out the window with his chin in his hand and said with a bit of curiosity, "What class is this guy in? I don't think I've seen him before."

"Class five." Wu Cai said.

"How do you know?"

Wu Cai froze: "I used to be in the same class with him, of course I know. He is the deskmate of the school bully in the first class before, physics is awesome, competition level, called Miao Chen."

Oh, the old table.

Yu Fan glanced outward, quickly retracting his gaze and continuing to slurp up snakes with his head down.

"So." Wang Luan drew a blank, "Then how come he didn't even say hello to you?"

Wu Cai : "I don't know him very well, he's a little better with the girls ...... and the school bully. He's kind of one of the few people in our class who used to be able to talk to the school bully more."

The two men outside the door stood at the back door talking. Yu Fan was close enough to hear both sides.

"Can we go there together for the competition tomorrow?" Miao Chen's bite was clear, and she spoke quite nicely, like the voice on the radio at the end of school every afternoon at their school, "The test center is at Royal River Middle School, right? I'm not too familiar with the roads there."

"No." Chen Jingshen said.

"Oh ......" Miao Chen paused for a moment, "So it's exactly twelve after the exam, can we go to lunch together? I kind of want to get my answers right."

The bell rang and the ten-second-long "To Alice" overshadowed all the conversation that followed.

At the end of the ringtone, Yu Fan only heard Miao Chen say, "Then let's talk on WeChat."

"Uh-huh."

Chen Jingshen came back from the back door, sat down, and took out the paper for this monthly exam from the drawer.

The class was a study hall, and he asked, "Are there any questions from today's lecture paper that you didn't understand?"

"Nope." Yu Fan continued to play Snake without looking up.

Chen Jingshen turned to look at him, "Did you understand the last big question?"

"Uh-huh."

"How to solve it."

"......"

Chen Jingshen picked up the pen that Yu Fan had rolled to the corner of the table and was about to fall to the ground, and put it back in front of him, "Take the test paper home, and we'll go over it again in the evening during the video."

Unfortunately, it still wasn't told in the video that night.

As soon as the video was connected, Yu Fan heard a buzzing sound on the other side of the room. He asked, "What's that noise?"

Chen Jingshen The cell phone was originally placed on the stage, sniffing he picked it up and looked at it, "WeChat message."

Yu Fan saw Chen Jingshen looking down at the screen as if returning a message.

After returning, Chen Jingshen said, "In addition to the last question, is there any--"

The phone buzzed and vibrated again.

Chen Jingshen: "Wait."

After three repetitions, Yu Fan was cold and wanted to light a cigarette and paste it on Chen Jingshen's face through the screen. A ballpoint pen that he had picked up casually was being pressed by him to make it squeak.

Chen Jingshen : "Okay. Let's start with the last one ......"

"Forget it." Yu Fan threw his pen away, "No more listening."

Chen Jingshen moved and raised his eyes to look at him, "What's wrong?"

There was another shock after that.

Yu Fan : "I don't want to study tonight, I'm hanging up."

As soon as the words left his mouth, there was a beep and the video cut out.

Chen Jingshen looked at the dialog box for a moment in silent contemplation, sure he shouldn't have said anything earlier, when his phone buzzed and vibrated again.

[Mom: I told you these social apps are useless to you and only increase your meaningless communication.]

[Mom: Use it again when you go to college. Listen to mom, okay?

[Mom: Also, you've been covering up the monitors a little too much lately.]

Chen Jingshen leaned back in his chair and typed.

[S: It's late there for you, go to sleep.]

After hanging up the phone, Yu Fan went to the balcony to smoke.

He leaned against the bars, his brow furrowed, a cloud of smoke in front of him.

He exhaled a mouthful of smoke distractedly and couldn't help thinking as he shook out the ashes-

What the fuck is bothering me.

Come to think of it, Chen Jingshen did not do anything just now. Just returned two messages from his ex-colleagues.

Oh, not two, at least seven judging by the way he reads Chen Jingshen's typing.

Isn't he quite chatty? Usually, Wang Luan and his group would ask Chen Jingshen for advice, but he had never seen Chen Jingshen respond with a few farts, uh-oh-oh-oh, and for a while, he thought that Chen Jingshen could not even type without his dialog box.

Yu Fan screwed out his cigarette and was just about to touch the case again when his cell phone buzzed.

Chen Jingshen first sent a video to see the screen preview, it should be the last question of the paper to solve the process.

Then a voice.

"Remember to do your homework and pop videos directly to any questions you don't know. I'm going to brush up on a few competition papers, all tonight."

Yu Fan did not return, leaning against the security net while brushing friends.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in Chen Jingshen's friend circle interface.

It's pretty empty. There's no cover wall, blurb, dynamic anything, and it's as boring as I am.

He returned to the dialog box with Chen Jingshen, ready to go back to bed. But after jumping off the balcony railing, he couldn't hold back from pressing the voice button and said in a light and lazy voice.

"No play, go to bed, take your time with your ex-deskmate."

Yu Fan didn't close the dialog box, and since his voice was sent out, the top of his head has been "Inputting ......".

So he carried his cell phone to the wash and stood it on a shelf to stare at it.

After shuffling around, he was still typing. He took it to the bed again and held the phone for a few minutes.

Finally relenting, he sent over another message, [What's taking you so long to type?

The other side. Chen Jingshen looked at the words he had typed and thought to himself, "Forget it, I might not be able to chat again this weekend after I send it out.

[s: No. Not talking to anyone, go to sleep.]

-

Yu Fan didn't sleep much.

He stayed up all night to break Chen Jingshen's Snake record before falling asleep with his cell phone in his hand.

He remembered he hadn't drawn the curtains before going to bed when the daylight coming in through the window hit his eyelids the next day.

Yu Fan covered his eyes and reached out to pull the curtains, the curtains are of poor quality and do not block the light at all, the room is dim.

Can't sleep.

He took out his cell phone in a daze and played with it for a while, getting more and more bored.

It's a time when weekends don't seem to go by much.

Yu Fan stayed in bed for a while longer when WeChat popped up an @ alert.

[Zuo Kuan: @ everyone LOL come on people, five black play all day.]

[Wang Luan: Daddy's coming!]

[Zuo Kuan: Stupid.]

Zuo Kuan: Where's Yu Fan? Tell him to come too, there's a lack of AD.

Wang Luan: It's not even eleven o'clock, he is enough to get up ...... and he doesn't go on the Internet much lately.]

[-: I'll do it. Wait, I'll get up and go to the Internet.]

It's the weekend, and that internet cafe downstairs is small, so it must be full at this point.

Got to get another one.

Yu Fan rubs his eyes, opens the map to search for internet cafes, sorts them by location, and slowly scratches from top to bottom.

At twelve o'clock noon, the exams were over, and the doors of Mikawa Middle School were pushed open.

Outside the school gate stood a lot of parents. The midday sun is hot and blinding, the door is full of umbrellas.

Chen Jingshen walked so fast that Miao Chen jogged for a while after leaving the classroom before catching up with him.

"How did you do on the exam?" Miao Chen asked.

"It's okay." Chen Jingshen said.

"Wow, that's good." Miao Chen laughed, "This school classroom is also too old, and the fans in that exam room of mine are all broken....... There is a freshly squeezed juice store in front of me, do you want to buy a bottle to quench your thirst? I treat you."

Chen Jingshen Sweeping forward with his words, Chen Jingshen was just about to say no when he suddenly saw a tall and thin figure.

The man turned his back hastily before he could look over, and he vaguely swept a glance at the side of his face.

Chen Jingshen, you haven't seen me, have you?

Yu Fan, with his hands in his pockets, mingled stiffly in the crowd at the station. He was so shocked by that glance that he didn't dare to turn around.

His hair was illuminated by the sunlight like it was about to catch fire. Yu Fan woodenly recalled, thinking that he should have not slept well last night and had a brain fart before he ran to the Royal River to surf the Internet.

Chen Jingshen, did you see me?

He doesn't think I'm coming for him, does he?

Another bus passed in front of them. Yu Fan hesitates and turns back unobtrusively to see--

Where are the people?

Yu Fan frowned and scanned around the school gates, finally spotting his tablemate in the queue in front of the juice store.

The ex-desk that he shared a table with.

The two of them are standing back and forth in the queue, and Miao Chen pokes her head forward from time to time to ask for something. Chen Jingshen kept his head down, his white baseball cap hanging down to cover his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression.

The little bit of tension from earlier dissipated.

Yu Fan's eyelids grew taut and he twisted his head back up, taking out his cell phone and opening the navigation, searching for other internet cafes in the neighborhood.

A message popped up just in time.

Wang Luan: Dude, are you stuck in traffic on your way to the internet cafe? I've been waiting for you for about ten minutes.

Yu Fan turned toward the direction of the navigation, typing as he walked: looking for the Internet cafe is full, in the re-finding, you first ......

The t-shirt was yanked from behind, and Yu Fan paused, looking back.

Coldly bumping into Chen Jingshen's eyes, Yu Fan's head whitened and he blurted out, "Wang Luan, they asked me to play a game, my downstairs Internet cafe was full, so I came here to find a place to surf the Internet ......."

With a weight on her head, Yu Fan looked at the white brim that suddenly appeared above her eyes and was silent for a moment.

The half-tanned hair cooled abruptly.

"Uh-huh." Chen Jingshen lifted his hand and helped him adjust the brim of his hat, "Then, since we bumped into each other, do you want to go to dinner together?"

Yu Fan froze for only a second.

He glanced at the two cups of juice Chen Jingshen was carrying in his other hand and put on what he thought was a natural murderous face, "No, go eat with your former tablemates."