Chapter 10: Yu Fan, you're running a fever.

There was an eerie silence around them for a long time.

"No, School Boss," Wang Luan was the first to come to his senses, his eyes fluttering between the two of them, he said in amusement, "If you don't want to add the WeChat of our school beauty, why do you have to add Yu Fan's WeChat? Do you really want to fight with him?"

Chen Jingshen looked at him, "A date?"

Wang Luan was about to ask again when the man next to him suddenly moved.

Yu Fan pushed again, jerking her clothes out of his hands.

"Plus your mom. To say a few times, I do not ......" halfway through, Yu Fan words cut off, grinding teeth, "Get lost, do not come to bother me again."

Wang Luan just wanted to say that there is no need for a brother to react so strongly, right? Turning his head, he froze again.

Why are his brother's ears red?

It was a little dark, and Wang Luan wanted to take a closer look, but Yu Fan had already turned his head and left.

His brother's handsome back was slightly flustered against the bikes passing by.

......

Back home, Yu Fan lies down on the couch and picks up his cell phone and scratches it twice.

A discussion group he'd blocked for over a year was at the top of WeChat at the moment, and the messages had chatted up to 99+.

The discussion group was pulled together by Zuo Kuan, and basically all of the students who were annoyed by Mr. Chiu were in it. There were dozens of people, and Yu Fan didn't know more than half of them.

At the moment, the guys in Zuo Kuan's class are chatting away.

[What's with that grade 1 student? Yu Fan seems to hate him.]

[Can't be. Hate that he just managed to get his money back for him?]

[But the schoolteacher asked him to add his microphone, and he didn't give it to him, and verbally greeted the schoolteacher's parents!

Yu Fan's eyelids fluttered, and he remembered the look on Chen Jingshen's face when he grabbed his shirt earlier.

The eyes dropped lightly, looking at him calmly, straight ahead-exactly as they had done when handing out the love letter.

Damn, does this guy even have a shred of self-awareness that he's gay?

Shouldn't all homosexuals be in hiding?

What does he mean by acting like a peacock every day?

Yu Fan closed his eyes and rubbed his ears.

I was going too fast just now, I should have punched Chen Jingshen in the eye.

Yu Fan moved his finger and exited this garbage discussion group. When I went back to WeChat's main interface, there was suddenly a red "1" in the friends section.

He clicked on it absently, a new friend request, the applicant was the initial avatar, a simple gray and white silhouette of a character that looked like a newly created number-

[s Apply to add you as a friend: I am Chen Jingshen.]

[Source: Added by the other party through the business card shared by "Zhang Xianjing".]

Yu Fan's brow twitched and he abruptly sat up from the couch.

Without thinking, he clicked no, took a screenshot, and sent it to Zhang Xianjing.

[-:?

Zhang Xianjing: Hey. I said I could push you to him on WeChat, and Chen Jingshen added me right away.]

Zhang Xianjing: The schoolboys have all applied, so you should either add it or not.]

[-: Not added.]

Zhang Xianjing: Oh, as you wish, anyway, WeChat I got it. I've got it anyway. I'll give you a copy of his exam/answer when I trick him later.

Yu Fan then remembered that he still had a copy of the test/answers in the pocket of his school uniform.

He got up to pull it out, and the draft paper was crumpled and stuffed, crumpled pathetically into a ball.

He stared at it for two seconds, gave a very soft "tsk", pinched it up and walked to the desk in his room, opened the third cabinet on the lower level, unfolded it roughly and threw it in.

The draft paper was tossed and rattled twice before finally lying peacefully on the pink envelope.

Yu Fan casually cooked a bowl of dumplings and just ate a couple of bites when, at exactly eight o'clock, his cell phone lit up again.

[s Apply to add you as a friend: I am Chen Jingshen.]

[-Refused. Reason for refusal: roll.]

At nine o'clock, Yu Fan is taking a bath.

[s: I'm Chen Jingshen.]

You set the fucking alarm, didn't you?

Yu Fan dried his hands on a towel and refused.

Ten o'clock, Yu Fan just turned on Snake.

[s: I'm Chen Jingshen.]

At eleven o'clock, Yu Fan ends Snake.

[s: I'm Chen Jingshen.]

At twelve o'clock, Yu Fan stared intolerantly at the screen of her cell phone and tapped yes the moment the friend request popped up.

Come on.

Yu Fan stared expressionlessly at the blank dialog box between him and Chen Jingshen.

Let's see what kind of fart you're going to make.

Ten minutes passed with no movement from the other side.

Twenty minutes passed with no news.

Thirty minutes passed with no news.

......

An hour later, Yu Fan looked at the empty dialog box between him and Chen Jingshen, expressionlessly clicked on s profile, and dragged the person into the blacklist.

-

In the middle of the night, Yu Fan opens his eyes to the sound of a noise.

The sleepiness that had just sprung to the surface retracted in an instant, he picked up his cell phone and checked the time, three thirty, and the chickens weren't even awake.

There was another clunk outside the room.

Yu Fan's complexion was cold as he lifted the covers and got up from the bed, taking out the badminton racket with a few broken nets from behind the curtains.

He went softly to the door of the room, his hand just gripping the knob--

"I just didn't hear the call, I just got home, did you bet on that game for me or not? What ...... didn't I tell you? The bolder 2 to 1 buy 10,000 - bet on the give you money, I can still renege on the debt is not?"

Yu Kaiming's voice was like an electric drill that started unexpectedly, squeezing in through the doorway, "Which TV station has a live broadcast coming ...... know know know."

Hearing the familiar voice, Yu Fan threw the racket back to its original position, and his face became colder instead.

Two minutes later, the sound of the ball game announcer rang outside.

When Yu Fan opened the door, Yu Kaiming was unscrewing a beer and resting his legs on the table, comfortably watching the game.

Yu Kaiming picked up the remote control and increased the volume of the TV by ten.

Yu Fan leans against the door, "If you're deaf, get cured."

Yu Kaiming gave a lurch in his drinking and continued to turn up the volume, his hand resting on the couch, still staring at the TV, "I'm happy to listen to it this loud in my own home, if you think it's too loud you can get out."

Yu Fan didn't hesitate for a second. He turned around and went back inside, grabbed the things on the table in one piece, grabbed his jacket and turned to go out.

Closing the door behind him, he waited a moment before leaning against the meter box. The moment he heard the "shot-" from inside, he lifted his hand and hooked it, pulling down the switch, then took out the lock in his pocket and locked the meter.

Yu Kaiming poked his head out of the balcony just in time to see Yu Fan's back.

He turned red and hurled vulgar abuse, "Fuck you Yu Fan! You son of a bitch! I told you to get your ass back here, you hear me--"

The boy's figure was thin in the darkness, and he didn't even bother to answer him, walking away without looking back.

Yu Fan went to an Internet cafe, turned on a machine, and slept for two hours.

The internet cafe was small, with the only empty seat against a broken window.

He closed his eyes for two hours in the cold wind, the smell of smoke wafting intermittently around him, the people in the next box playing a game like a war, their voices louder than the ktv next door.

Yu Fan woke up dizzy and feeling like he might as well have pulled an all-nighter.

Early spring mornings are cool and there is a light drizzle in the air.

The owner of the internet cafe was an old acquaintance of his, and when he saw him come out, he poked his head out from the front desk, "Yu Fan, going to school? You're wearing such thin clothes, don't you know it's cooling down today? It's raining outside, take an umbrella."

"No need."

Yu Fan zipped up his school uniform and turned to walk into the rain.

Chen Jingshen arrived at school when there were not many people in the classroom.

Seeing the person sleeping on the table, he gave a slight lurch and glanced up at the clock on top of the chalkboard newspaper.

Yu Fan's whole face was buried in her arm, her hair was disheveled, her shoulders rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and she looked like she had been sleeping here for a long time.

It was a big drop in temperature today, and the thin varsity jacket he was wearing didn't fit in with his surroundings.

Chen Jingshen pulled out his textbook from the belly of the table and casually flipped through two pages of the text.

A cool breeze drifted in, and the person next to him stirred, curling his fingers into the wide sleeves of his school uniform.

Chen Jingshen got up and very gently closed the window next to him.

The class was a little surprised to enter the classroom and see the usual latecomers in their seats at the moment.

"Yu Fan, why are you here so early today?" Zhang Xianjing looked back at him, "Changed sex?"

Yu Fan's fingers hanging over the edge of the table twitched, and it was only after a long time that he managed to squeeze out a, "Uh-huh."

"Sleepy as hell, were you a thief last night?"

Wang Luan raised an eyebrow, "He's not this sleepy every day?"

"Usually you at least show your face for a while, today you only see hair." Zhang Xianjing stretched his back and curved his eyes to the person beside him, "Kiss the desk, did you write yesterday's math homework?"

Wang Luan said, "I wrote it, I'll copy it for you."

"Come on, just your math ......" Zhang Xianjing smirked, "It's morning study soon, get your ass back to your seat."

"Hey, aren't you a dog in the manger?"

Yu Fan actually did not sleep well, but just feel very heavy head, all the body has no strength, so can only lie on the table to listen to one sentence without a word.

The voices around him grew farther and farther away, finally dissolving into syllables he couldn't understand, floating in his ears.

Not long afterward, Zhuang Fangqin's medium-heavy voice came faintly: "Some students, looking quite early, actually slept there all morning."

"Forget it, let him sleep, there will always be a time for him to suffer later."

After a while she regretted, "Here new knowledge points, everyone write down ...... Who closed all the classroom windows? Students in the back row, open all the windows around you, so that the temperature inside is too comfortable, and some of you can't get up once you lie down."

"I turned it off, teacher." A low voice came from the side, "I'm cold."

Zhuang Fangqin looked at Chen Jingshen's short white down jacket in a puzzled manner, "Oh ...... okay, then don't open it."

"Today I talk about this paper, wrong questions all go back to the solution to me to copy ten times, tomorrow to hand in, do not hand in the students next week's math class will give me to stand to the blackboard to go on."

......

Yu Fan fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, but two soft snaps rang in his ears, hammering his temples together twice.

Wang Luan's voice drifted down from his head: "Brother, school is over. You've been sleeping all day, why are you still sleeping? Come on, let's go eat."

Yu Fan had a splitting headache and shook his head very slightly.

Wang Luan: "You're not going?"

Yu Fan nods.

"Aren't you hungry? I heard that there is a hot and spicy restaurant at the end of the street, it's so cold, why don't you really go to eat?" Wang Luan said, "Then I'll go by myself."

Yu Fan's eyelashes twitched, not bothering with him.

Before Wang Luan left, he subconsciously glanced at the person next to Yu Fan.

School had been over for a while, but Chen Jingshen was still studying with his head inclined. His posture was a bit more diffident than usual, his jawline taut and cold, his eyes falling on the problems in his exercise book.

I'm not a bad student, Wang Luan thought to himself.

The first in the grade stayed in the classroom after school to brush up on the problems, seemingly determined to roll the rest of the class.

One by one, the class left, leaving only the last two people in the classroom.

After finishing the test paper in hand, Chen Jingshen swept over the end of his eyes, and the person next to him was still lying down, with no sign of waking up.

He leaned back and pulled a new roll out of the drawer.

After two questions, he heard the man next to him exhale heavily.

Chen Jingshen's pen tip gave a pause and turned his head to look, only to realize that there was something wrong with Yu Fan.

Yu Fan felt that he slept in a fog before he got cold and hot at times, his throat was dry and sore, and he couldn't breathe well.

A blast of cold air drifted in through the doorway, and he shrank from the cold, and was just about to change his position when the back of his neck suddenly felt a warm touch.

Before he could react to what it was, the thing suddenly flipped and covered his skin in its entirety.

The boy's palm was wide and hot, easily gathering the entire back of his neck.

Yu Fan shivered and his entire skin began to tingle.

He struggled to open his eyes and inclined his head, twisting to glance at the person next to him.

Chen Jingshen Resting his hand on the back of his neck and tapping his cell phone with his other hand, Chen Jingshen felt the line of sight and his eyes gently lifted upwards.

The bottom of Yu Fan's eyes had burned slightly red, laying faintly beneath the mole at the end of his eyes, and his dark orbs were staring at him motionlessly.

In the middle of the day, Yu Fan moved his mouth with difficulty.

The man who had not spoken for a long time had a hoarse voice and a lack of breath.

"You fucking ......" Yu Fan narrowed his eyes, "Sexual harassment?"

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Chen Jingshen frowned and pursed his lips into a straight line before speaking after a while.

"Yu Fan, you're running a fever."