Chapter 3: This love letter is from Chen Jingshen.

The whole school was crowded in the playground and the line was tightly packed.

Hearing the commotion, a few students around them had peeked towards them.

Yu Fan didn't really care where he stood. As long as Zhuang Fangqin is willing, he can stand at the top of the class.

If it were anyone else, he would have stood forward without lifting his head.

Yu Fan stares at him, "Which side of your eyes see me shorter than you?"

Chen Jingshen converged his eyelids at the words, then lifted them back up, "Both sides."

Taking another swipe, Yu Fan nodded, "Pick a time and I'll take a look at it for you-"

"Look at what? Where are you looking?" Yu Fan's back was slapped not so gently, and a stern female voice came from behind, "What's better than the principal? Show me the podium!"

At the sound of a familiar voice, Yu Fan skimmed his lips and copped a glance at the podium.

Zhuang Fangqin was dressed in all black today, only her silk scarf had a hint of purple in it, her hair meticulously coiffed behind her head, a roster in her hand as she frowned at the man in front of her.

Her eyes looked a little small because of her longtime glasses, slightly bucktoothed, and very stern looking.

The moment Zhuang Fangqin appeared, Chen Jingshen could feel the person in front of him suddenly relax, the hostility that had just diffused dissipated, and he returned to his lazy demeanor.

"These injuries on your face, explain them slowly in my office later." Zhuang Fangqin looked down and his face worsened when he saw the black pullover he was wearing, "Where's your school uniform?"

"Forgot."

"Why don't you forget about the start of school too?" Zhuang Fangqin said, "Look at yourself, the whole school is wearing uniforms, and you're the only one who's different! When the student council comes, they're going to deduct points from our classroom appearance again!"

The homeroom teacher of the next class next to him joked, "A leader is coming to inspect today, thanks to you, your homeroom teacher is going to be criticized in a meeting again on the first day of school."

Yu Fan, who hadn't been paying much attention, curled his fingers at that, "So I'll take shelter for a while?"

"Shut up," Zhuang Fangqin had a headache and lifted a finger, "Borrow a school jacket from a classmate."

Yu Fan lifted his chin and looked for someone, "Wang Luan."

"Don't yell, he himself is wearing a jacket," Zhuang Fangqin inexplicable, "you borrow around the classmate's not on the line?"

A classmate?

Yu Fan doesn't even look at the person next to him, "It's not good to borrow another classmate's jacket, is it?"

"What other class?" Zhuang Fangqin said, "He's in your class."

"?"

"Newly transferred, transfer student, all of them will read in our class from now on." After Zhuang Fangqin finished speaking, he glanced solicitously at Chen Jingshen, "Chen, can you lend him your school uniform for a while? Of course, if you don't agree, forget it, don't force it."

Yu Fan frowned, the expression of the person who borrowed something was even more disgusted than the one who was borrowed.

Yu Fan : "I'm not borrowing ......"

"Yes." Chen Jingshen glanced at him, "If he doesn't mind the jacket being too long."

Yu Fan: "You take it off now."

Half a minute later, Yu Fan took the jacket and haphazardly slipped it over his body, glancing down to make sure when he was done.

It's not long, it's just right, and it should be the same size as his varsity jacket.

"Shorter," he looked up, "Dismissed and returned to you."

Yu Fan pullover with a skull with a bit of skin off in the middle, black pants, a few band-aids on his face askew, and a neat varsity jacket donning him in an ungainly fashion.

Chen Jingshen looked at the bruise showing on the edge of the band-aid and suddenly raised his hand.

Yu Fan reflexively slapped him away, "What for?"

Take off the jacket, Chen Jingshen inside is the school shirt uniform, buttons tied to the top. His back is straight and straight.

Chen Jingshen's hand paused in mid-air, then naturally dropped to one side, "Collar."

Yu Fan wanted to say it's none of your business, but when he thought about the fact that he was still wearing someone else's school uniform, he perfunctorily tidied it up a couple of times.

Zhuang Fangqin looked and was satisfied: "Okay, you wear it well, don't get it dirty, and remember to return it to the person when you're done."

After a moment, she sensed something was wrong.

A moment later, it dawned on her and she poked the two with the corner of her book, "Wait, the line goes by height, you two switch places."

Yu Fan: "......"

Two seconds later, he woodenly gave up the struggle and gave up his throne as the last in the queue.

The "March of the Games" had finally stopped. After the whole school had hoisted the flag, the principal cleared his throat and began his passionate speech.

Normally by this time, Yu Fan would be asleep on his feet, but he's bracing his eyelids now, staring blankly at the principal's hairline.

The microphone at school was much louder than usual today and it was so loud he couldn't sleep.

The principal came prepared this time, and spoke for half an hour. Yu Fan was getting impatient, and out of habit he put his hand in his jacket pocket - and bumped into an object.

Very thin, smooth to the touch with a little edge.

He was so sleepy that his head hurt and he jerked it out smoothly.

Yu Fan gave a slight start when he saw what was in his hand.

It was a pink envelope with no writing on it, but from the feel of it, a letter should be stuffed inside.

There was a very small red heart sticker on the seal of the letter, which, like the ambiguous background color of the envelope, signaled its identity.

Is this ...... a love letter?

When was this stuffed in?

Yu Fan wrinkled his brow in thought for a moment, not remembering where the letter had come from.

He was about to take a closer look when Yu Guang caught sight of the sleeves of his school uniform, which looked like it had been washed in bleach and didn't fit in with the people around him.

Grass.

Yu Fan snapped back to his senses - he was now wearing Chen Jingshen's jacket.

This love letter is from Chen Jingshen.

Yu Fan reacted quickly and put the letter back into his pocket, then subconsciously glanced back.

Chen Jingshen is looking at the podium, I don't know whether I listened to it or not, but he looks quite serious.

The school photography department loves to photograph students like this, with the attitude of a nerd.

How can a nerd like that fall in love early?

Feeling his line of sight, Chen Jingshen's eyes dropped lightly, "What for?"

It looked like the other party hadn't realized what he had just done.

Yu Fan quickly turned his head back, "Nope."

At the end of the ceremony, Yu Fan took off his jacket and shoved it into the arms of the man behind him, "Give it back."

Chen Jingshen waited two seconds with his school uniform, "You're welcome."

"......"

Wang Luan in the queue turns around and sees the back of his best buddy leaving.

He hurriedly chased after him, "Holy shit, why are you walking so fast? Didn't you say you weren't coming to raise the flag?"

Wang Luan is always making small talk at flag-raising ceremonies and getting his class points deducted, so this morning Zhuang Fangqin met him and gave him a warning that one word of talk would result in one more assignment. He was forced to hold his tongue for the entire flag-raising ceremony.

Yu Fan : "Caught by Fat Tiger."

"So unlucky?" Wang Luan glanced at the stairs of the teaching building, crowded and dense, "Shit, this crowded ...... Why don't we go to the cafeteria first, I happen to have not eaten enough for breakfast."

"Not going." Yu Fan didn't look back, "I'm sleepy, I'm going back to bed."

-

Zhuang Fangqin As soon as he entered the classroom, he saw the slumped head in the last row.

She tossed the roster onto the iron podium and said in the same volume that had been complained about several times by the teachers of the classes next door, "Those who are sleepy, go to the restroom at your own risk and wash your face, and hurry up, we've got a class meeting to do."

Yu Fan sat up slowly, his temples jutting at the disturbance.

He rubbed his face and wrinkled his nose as he got up.

"Yu Fan, you're not allowed to go."

Yu Fan stopped where he was and raised an eyebrow--why?

"You'll come back after you've gone?" Zhuang Fangqin pointed to the blackboard newspaper, "Stand back if you're sleepy, you'll be awake in a while."

Yu Fan thinks in place for a few seconds, then sits back down.

He sat slouched, his head half hanging, looking uninspired.

Zhuang Fangqin endured and bent down to insert his own flash drive into the computer, "Before we start the class meeting, let me say two things."

"First, there are two new students in the class, Chen Jingshen and Wu Cai, both of whom have transferred from the first class. I won't introduce them here, you can get to know each other in class. The two new students have excellent grades and good learning attitudes, so learn from them."

"The second thing," Zhuang Fangqin clicked on an excel spreadsheet titled "Ranking of Senior Class 7's Final Grades in the Last Semester," "is the ranking of your final grades in the last semester. "

The class wailed at once.

Yu Fan wasn't much interested in rankings; he glanced cursorily at them and caught a glimpse of the name at the top of the list.

"Chen Jingshen, Math 150, Language 110, English 148, Science ...... Holy shit? A perfect score?" Wang Luan shocked, "Yu Fan, you can't even get this score by copying the answers!"

Yu Fan : "You're fucking comparing me to yourself."

"Base fuck up." The front table turned back, "The man is a terror of thieves and has no weaknesses other than language."

Wang Luan nodded his head in understanding, "It seems that schoolboys don't like to memorize texts either."

"Not really," the other thought, "I heard from a friend in first class that he's always off-topic in his writing."

"......"

"This time the first in the grade is in our class, which is fellow student Chen Jingshen."

Saying these words, Zhuang Fangqin himself had a sense of unreality, "I roughly looked at the paper, except for the language composition which was off-topic and lost more points, the rest of the subjects were not much of a problem. Before the teacher of each subject speaks about the problem, you can first borrow his test paper to see."

The class couldn't help but look toward the fourth row of the third group when this was said.

Chen Jingshen did not even raise his head, and with a pen in his hand, he was flipping through a certain book of questions, seemingly not half interested in what was on the projection screen.

There's something to be said for pretending.

Yu Fan withdrew his gaze.

"The other students played a bit more mediocre, and the class average wasn't even as high as the last exam. I want you all to think about this, what kind of school can you go to with this score taken to the college entrance exam?"

Someone on the stage muttered, "If the college entrance exam is as difficult as this paper, I'll just move bricks."

"I can't even read the questions when other people get perfect scores."

"There are still a small number of students ......" Zhuang Fangqin pulled the table to the bottom and hovered his mouse over the last place name.

She looked at that number 9 underneath the math and held her tongue for a long time but still couldn't hold it back, "Yu Fan, are you planning on picking up trash after you graduate?"

"Didn't think about it." Yu Fan thought for a moment, "But consider it."

Zhuang Fangqin skillfully grabbed a piece of chalk and greeted him on the head.