Chapter 52: That's a bit of a pointy tooth you've got there.

The entrance to the school at dismissal time was packed with students.

"It's hot as hell, why don't we have air conditioning in the classrooms?" Zuo Kuan, sweating profusely after playing basketball, grabbed his clothes and said, "Go to the milk tea store to play cards in the air conditioning?"

Wang Luan immediately said, "I have no problem with that."

Yu Fan: "No."

Zuo Kuan looked at him, "Why don't you go? Look at your face all hot and red."

Yu Fan wanted to say that he wasn't hot, but he shut his mouth.

Wang Luan chirped, "What do you know, it's not hot."

Yu Fan: "?"

Zuo Kuan : "How is that?"

"It wasn't that girl in your class," Wang Luan raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Her love letters were full of perfume, my fingers still smell, smell it."

"Shit, take it away," Zuo Kuan slapped Wang Lu'an's hand away in disgust, saying, "Then this backlash is too strong, isn't it? It's still red even after one lesson?"

Yu Fan frowns, "Roll, hot."

Walking out of the school gate, Wang Luan couldn't help but take a look around, "Hey, don't you guys think the neighborhood around our school is a lot cleaner these days?"

"Nonsense. Since the last time Yu Fan was blocked at the back door by the people from the next school, Fat Tiger has been catching it very tightly, two patrols a day, and even had a meeting with the leaders of the next school, so no one dares to come to our school to cause trouble ...... " Zuo Kuan twisted his head around and lamented, "Tsk, it's so boring these days, isn't it Yu Fan? "Gee, it's been really boring lately, hasn't it Yu Fan?"

Yu Fan rubbed his fingers on the cover of the exercise book he was holding, not saying anything.

As they walked to the door of the milk tea store, Yu Fan left without looking back, despite Zuo Kuan and the Landlord's Two Out of One's retention.

It didn't take Yu Fan long to return to the old, familiar side street.

He walked through the crowds, bundling up the papers and exercise books he'd brought back with him and stuffing them in his pockets in passing, his pace slowing a bit, a belated regret in his heart.

...... Why didn t you swing the book on Chen Jingshen s head just now.

It was right after school, and there were several students passing by, so no one should have heard it, right?

Why did he agree to let Chen Jingshen come here?

Either send a message to Chen Jingshen not to come, or lock him out when he comes, or drag him into the house, beat him up and throw him out--

Yu Fan walked into the supermarket with his head full of ideas.

"What'll it be?" The boss's wife looked up at him.

Yu Fan says, "Fan."

"What kind?"

"It's windy, your head can turn, and you won't feel hot with two people blowing together."

"...... Wouldn't you just say floor fan? Wait, I'll get it," the boss's wife asked as she got up, "Any brand you want?"

"Nope, take whatever you want."

The broken fan in the room had been used for seven years, and when it was turned to the highest level, there were only two wisps of wind, so it should have been replaced long ago, or else it would have been hot to death by next month.

He bought it for his own use. It has nothing to do with Chen Jingshen.

The warehouse of the small supermarket was cluttered and chaotic, the boss's wife looked for half a day inside, Yu Fan stood at the cashier's desk, casually swept through the supermarket, and swept to the folding chairs in the corner.

He doesn't have many stools, and one of them was broken in a fight with Yu Kaiming, so Chen Jingshen had to sit on a wooden stool with no backrest last time he was there, and the surface of the stool was even smaller than Wang Luan's face, so it should be quite painful.

Yu Fan averted his gaze, thinking that it was good to be choked, or else there would always be people idly running to other people's houses.

Ten minutes later, Yu Fan walked out of the supermarket with a fan in his left hand and a folding chair in his right, expressionless.

It was time for people to go downstairs after dinner to chat and walk. Yu Fan carried these two things up to the second floor and put them on the ground to pull out the key with his free hand under the watchful and surprised eyes of the neighbors.

The result was that he accidentally brought the cigarette case out of his pocket and clattered to the floor.

"Smoke too much and your lungs will get black." A childish voice rang out in the hallway, "Our teacher said so."

Yu Fan glanced at the little girl sitting on the stairs and bent down to pick it up, "Your parents aren't home again?"

"I just called them with my little genius, they said they are on their way la." The little girl propped her chin up with both hands, "Brother, you like smoking even more than my dad, every time I do my homework by the window, I can see so much smoke."

Yu Fan: "Smoke you?"

"No, that window is broken, it won't open." The little girl said in a whiny voice, "Brother, don't smoke! In case you get sick, you won't be able to beat your dad!"

"......"

Can the couple upstairs avoid the kids when they gossip.

Yu Fan can't remember when he started smoking.

He'd smoked particularly hard one year, when the days were so bleak that he couldn't last without cigarettes. But it wasn't so much of an addiction, at least not these days, and he could totally resist smoking when he didn't want to.

"Mind your own business, brat."

Anyone else might have invited the little girl inside to sit and wait, but Yu Fan thought about his reputation in the neighborhood and let it go, "Have you eaten?"

The little girl shook her head, her ponytail swaying in the air, "I didn't eat it, but I don't want to eat yours, the wontons you bought last time were so bad! You wait, I'll steal some food from my home refrigerator for you next time."

"......"

Yu Fan carries his things into the house, turns his head and throws down the words "Don't steal from the house" and slams the door behind him.

Based on previous experience, Yu Kaiming won't be back to get in his way for at least half a month.

Still, he subconsciously glanced at the darkened doorway of Yu Kaiming's room when he entered the house.

Yu Fan carried the things he bought back to his room and set them up, simply made a bowl of instant noodles, ate it and turned around to take a shower.

Coming out of the shower, Yu Fan casually dabbed her hair twice with the towel that had been slung over her shoulder, stopping in front of the sink mirror to squeeze out her toothpaste.

He shoved the toothbrush into his mouth and brushed it twice as hard as he could, and then he froze in his movements and stood still for a few seconds in reaction, then couldn't help but look down and rub his face several times-

Who the hell brushes their teeth at 7:30 in the evening ......

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Arriving at Yu Fan's door, Chen Jingshen glanced at the time on his cell phone screen, reached out to weigh the shoulder strap of his school bag, and prepared to knock on the door.

He had just raised his hand in the air when, with a creak, the door opened by itself.

Yu Fan poked his head out to see if anyone was nearby, then grabbed his t-shirt and hurriedly pulled the man inside.

Once inside, Yu Fan carefully locks the door behind him, as if to confirm it several times.

I don't think Yu Kaiming will come back, but just in case.

Chen Jingshen watched him work in silence.

What a strange gesture. Made it seem like he was there for more than just a kiss.

Yu Fan turned around, met Chen Jingshen's line of sight and frowned, "What are you looking at?"

"No." Chen Jingshen held back what he wanted to say and asked, "How did you know I was coming."

"Hear footsteps."

Chen Jingshen : "Recognizable by footsteps?"

"......"

Yu Fan's face instantly stank. Feeling that he might be kicked out of the room if he said any more, Chen Jingshen took off his shoes and put them away, asking, "Into the room?"

"......"

Yu Fan That smelly face instantly gained a little more red color.

Yu Fan followed him into the room, acting like he was the guest, standing for half a day without sitting down.

Chen Jingshen, where do you want to kiss?

Yu Fan could not help but scan his room. His room is too small, the desk is very narrow and high, sitting on it is definitely not as good as that desk in the classroom of the experimental building to kiss; sitting in a chair to face each other is too strange; leaning against the wall ...... standing for a long time will be tired.

Chen Jingshen sat down on the newly purchased folding chair, took off his school bag and put it under his feet, and raised his eyes to look at him, "Why don't you sit down?"

Yu Fan Ideas were flying around in his head.

He gave a cool, oh-so-cool, closed the door to his room and sat down in his chair, wondering how he was going to put his legs so that it would be easy for Chen Jingshen to lean over-

A sibilant sound interrupted his thoughts as a blank roll was placed in front of him.

"You left a math paper with you today, I got it back for you." Chen Jingshen faintly said, "Tomorrow the first period is math class, do this one first for tonight's homework."

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Yu Fan looked at the paper in front of her without moving, her mind a bit baffled.

Chen Jingshen took out his own paper and pen, and when he didn't move, he asked, "Or do you want to do physics first?"

I'd like to swing you first.

After a few seconds, Yu Fan stiffly turns his head back, opens a drawer and takes out a pen, writes his name on the test paper, and replies emotionlessly, "Do, Math, Learn."

After Dragon Boat Festival, sophomore year academics got tighter and tighter, and even the nightly homework was about to double.

After finishing the two math papers, Yu Fan turned his head to see Chen Jingshen taking out his physics exercise book.

End of physics, do chemistry.

Freshly boiled and still gurgling and bubbling boiling water blew into cool white water in front of a floor fan I just bought for three hours.

By the time all the homework was done, Yu Fan had already wilted, his eyelids drooping.

Chen Jingshen finished checking his last paper and said, "Want to memorize it-"

"No back." Snapping, Yu Fan threw his pen on the table and got up, "Pack your stuff and get the hell home."

Chen Jingshen : "Where to?"

Yu Fan ignored him and picked up his cigarette case and headed for the balcony.

Yu Fan's room is the only room in the house with a balcony, which his grandfather left to him on purpose. The balcony is very simple and small, and its purpose is to hang two pieces of clothes to dry and blow the wind.

Yu Fan stood with his back against the balcony, lit a cigarette and took a drag, then inclined his head to spit the smoke out of the security net as if it were Chen Jingshen.

Fuck homework. Can't you do homework in your own house? Is his room an evening study hall?

Has Chen Jingshen forgotten what he said?

You're still first in your grade with that memory, so get over it.

Yu Fan took another hard drag.

There was a sound of a book bag zipper being pulled from the room, and Chen Jingshen said, "I'm going back then?"

"Fuck off." Yu Fan doesn't even look at him.

"Won't you send me?"

"I'll bring a litter to carry you down?"

Yu Fan followed his words and looked towards the entrance of the neighborhood, lazily saying, "The gates are closed today, so go through the small iron gate, just to the right of the one you went out of earlier."

A sound of footsteps approached, Yu Fan thought Chen Jingshen was coming over to recognize the door. He raised his hand with a cigarette in it and pointed downward, turning back and saying, "Right there ......"

The familiar scent of mint drifted down, and Chen Jingshen stopped in front of him, tilting her head down to touch his lips.

The balcony suddenly fell silent. Feeling a very light lick on the seam of his lips, Yu Fan couldn't help but tremble with his hand clamped on his cigarette, and subconsciously opened his mouth-

In the next moment, Chen Jingshen let go of him and inclined his head to cough lowly a few times.

Grass.

Yu Fan froze and quickly responded, "You damn ...... didn't see me smoking?"

He reached out and went to pat Chen Jingshen's back hard, "Brush your teeth you half a day do not kiss, a touch of smoke you come over ...... you to cheat smoke it?"

Chen Jingshen didn't get choked up much, but on the contrary, his back was slapped and hurt a bit.

Brushing your teeth at 8:00?

The balcony light was not turned on, Chen Jingshen seemed to smile in the darkness, "No. I can't write my homework after kissing. I can't write my homework after kissing you, so I've been holding back for a bit too long, so I can't wait for you to finish smoking."

"......"

Why would you not be able to do your homework if you kissed it?

Yu Fan's brain, which had cooled down from doing the questions, began to warm up again in bursts, and froze for half a day before saying, "Then I'll go brush my teeth again ......"

Just two steps away, his wrist was taken.

"No, it doesn't smell bad, I just didn't get used to it at first." The balcony lights were not turned on, Chen Jingshen's voice rang in the half-light, half-dark environment, low and deep, "Can I come into your room to kiss?"

The floor fan was spinning. Yu Fan half lying, back against the head of the bed, quietly being kissed, the fan out of the wind as if just passing through, did not leave any coolness, his head and neck is still hot.

Yu Fan was still not very good at adjusting his breathing, Chen Jingshen had to let go of him after kissing him for a while, and after a few intermittent kisses, Chen Jingshen lifted his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth for him and said, "I can taste it."

Yu Fan breathes slightly heavily and swallows before asking, "What?"

"Toothpaste, strawberry flavored." Chen Jingshen curled his finger up into his mouth, ground it on one of his teeth, and said, "Yu Fan, you're a little sharp on this one."