Chapter 4: Chen Jingshen How can a three good student like this fall in love with someone early!

The forty-minute class meeting went by quickly.

The bell rang, Zhuang Fangqin ignored the ear-piercing sound, continued: "In two days I will re-adjust the seats again, the seat of the students who have ideas or opinions about the seat can privately go to the office to find me. Class cadres will remain the same group ......."

A figure stopped in front of the classroom door.

Zhuang Fangqin turned his head and met Hu Pang's gaze, instantly recognizing each other.

"Alright then, let's adjourn for now, and the class reps for each subject will collect the winter break homework."

At the word "adjourned," Yu Fan's head went straight down--

"Yu Fan, I have something to talk to you about." Zhuang Fangqin's voice threw down coldly, "You go wait in my office, I'll go over after I talk things over with Director Hu."

"......"

Shortly after the class meeting, the teacher's office was empty.

Zhuang Fangqin's desk is stacked high with pamphlets, with computers and lesson plans on the other side, leaving only the center piece of the desk.

The cool breeze coming in through the window cracks was comfortable and cozy.

Yu Fan stares at the clearing for a moment, and without hesitation, plops down and goes to sleep.

......

"Are you used to being in a new class?"

"Uh-huh."

"The regular class is much less advanced than the first class, so you'll have to keep brushing up and not be affected."

"Uh-huh."

"Your parents are also very concerned about this, and made a special trip to call me this morning, and I told her that the class reorganization is just a countermeasure, and that the school will be rearranged when this storm passes."

Yu Fan closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for that deadpan "hmm".

He looked up from the crook of his arm, with the displeasure of being awakened, and looked forward across the mountain of exercise books.

Yu Fan narrowed his eyes when he saw who was standing in front of him.

You're a ghost now, aren't you?

Chen Jingshen stood silently in front of his desk, talking to his former first class teacher.

Yu Fan didn't move much, and with three desks and partitions between them, the man in front of him didn't notice him for a moment.

"But your parents still have concerns, she means for me to help you transfer to a better class, after all, the one you're in now ......"

"No need." He finally responded.

The first class teacher paused, "But your mom ......"

"It's all regular classes, no difference."

The teenager's tone was cold, his thin single eyelid taut downward.

Yu Fan lazily watched the show with his chin in his hand.

"You just transferred to that class, maybe you don't know yet," the class teacher of the first class hesitated, "Although they are all ordinary classes, the morale ...... of the seventh class is a bit worse than any other class. The average score is always at the bottom, the class health and discipline selection is always last, there are several notorious pricks in the class - there is a Yu Fan, you should have seen, often read the review at the flag raising ceremony. Your mother's concern is not unreasonable, it's all for your own good ......"

Snap.

The sound of a pen hitting the ground.

The first class teacher's voice lurched, and the two of them craned their heads together toward the back.

Yu Fan bent down to pick up his pen and raised his head to meet their eyes.

Seeing him, Chen Jingshen's slightly tensed shoulders suddenly loosened, and his silent expression returned.

The first class teacher remained in an open-mouthed position.

She saw the band-aid on Yu Fan's face and remembered the rumors she had heard about Yu Fan hitting his teacher, she was vaguely balking in her heart and it took her a long time to find her voice back, "You ......"

Yu Fan : "I think you're right."

"?"

Without waiting for her to respond, Yu Fan added, "I'm so mean, it's not good to scare the top students, I'm in favor of him transferring away."

"Who is vicious? Who wants to turn away?" Zhuang Fangqin's voice came from the doorway, seeing the situation inside, she shouted angrily, "Yu Fan! Who allowed you to sit in the teacher's seat? Who gave you permission to sit in the teacher's seat? Did I call you here to let you sleep? How about I build you a bed in the classroom?"

Class 1 teachers: "......"

Yu Fan: "I didn't sleep."

"Then who pressed the marks on your face?" Zhuang Fangqin put his hand on the table, "Why don't you get up? I'll stand and talk, you sit and listen, right?"

Yu Fan gave a tsk and slowly got up and stood to the side.

Chen Jingshen withdrew his gaze, "Teacher, I'm not switching classes. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

The first class teacher returned to his senses, and before he could say anything, the other party had already turned around and walked away without looking back.

Perhaps feeling embarrassed, half a minute later, she too left hurriedly with her lesson plan in her arms.

There were only two people left in the office.

Although Zhuang Fangqin hadn't heard all of it, he had guessed nine times out of ten from what he had just seen.

"Look at you, what have you done to the image of our class?" She picked up her thermos and took a sip, "Tell me, what happened to your face?"

"Fell."

"You could have fooled the headmaster," Zhuang Fangqin asked, "got into another fight, didn't you?"

Yu Fan looked out the window and didn't say anything.

"How many times have I told you, you're a student, don't always fight with those social youths out there, can you do a little of what you should be doing at your age?"

The man in front of him stood dangling, full of carelessness and the virtue of a dead pig.

Zhuang Fangqin was so angry that he poured another mouthful of hot water, "Also, just now the head teacher told me that you threatened a new student outside the school yesterday, with a knife in your hand, what happened?"

Yu Fan: "If he's so good at editing, why doesn't he publish a book?"

"This," Zhuang Fangqin nodded at a certain exercise book on the table, "is the math handout written by Director Hu."

"......"

After a long stalemate, Yu Fan said in a toneless voice, "I didn't threaten him, I picked up the knife, I don't know the person."

"You can still pick up knives on the road?" Zhuang Fangqin looked in his pocket, "Where's the knife."

"Home, save it for chopping."

"......"

Zhuang Fangqin stared at him for a moment, his heart slightly relieved.

After leading this class for so long, she knows a little bit about all the students in the class, especially Yu Fan, looking at his tone of voice and expression, he should really not have done anything.

But combined with the flag-raising this morning, he wasn't all that welcoming to his new classmates is all.

"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." Her face didn't change, "A new semester has begun, any study plans?"

"Memorize the multiplication tables."

"You say a few more words, see if you can piss me off into the hospital." Zhuang Fangqin blanked him, opened the drawer, took out a brand new tutorial book and put it in front of him, "This is what I specially went to the bookstore to find for you, the questions on it are all very basic, and the lectures are also simple, you take it back and read it more and more and do it more, and if you don't know how to do it, then come to the office to find me."

Yu Fan stared at the book cover for a moment and swallowed "Don't waste your money" back into his throat, "Oh."

Before leaving, Zhuang Fangqin stopped him again.

"Also," Zhuang Fangqin thought about how to speak, "the transfer students this time are all good students with excellent grades, you have to take them as role models and try not to get into conflicts with others ...... "

"Don't worry," Yu Fan didn't look back, "I'm allergic to top students. From now on, if he's a foot closer to me, I'll stay a foot farther away from him, and I'm committed to creating a harmonious and beautiful learning environment for my new classmates."

-

Yu Fan skipped the first gym class after school started.

The toilet on the first floor of the laboratory building is full of smoke. There are usually not many teachers over here, and Fat Tiger, who often patrols and arrests people, has gone to another meeting, so a few boys are standing in the restroom, emboldened to congregate and smoke.

"That group of idiots from the school next door, they don't dare to confront them head on, they just know how to play dirty, next time we'll find a time to go to the back door of the school and look for them."

"They are also really funny, blocking who is not good, blocking the most awesome man in the seventh grade of the South City ......"

"Thanks for the invite, people were there, my brother punched them one by one and beat the shit out of them," Wang Luan looked to the man next to him, "right, bro?"

"Roll."

Yu Fan pulled a stool from the empty classroom next door, and is now sitting lazily with his legs crossed. He lowered his head, one hand manipulating the game character in his cell phone, the other hand holding a cigarette, "Talk about you guys, leave me out of it."

"Shit," the boy on the far right squatted on the ground, staring at the grade ranking table in his phone screen, "Why are there still transfer students in the second semester of sophomore year? Our class even had four at once, causing my class ranking to plummet directly from 57 to 61!"

Wang Luan scoffed at him, "Not much difference, both last place."

"Fuck off," the man spat smoke at Wang Luan and got up, "School's almost over, wanna go play ball?"

At the first call, the others screwed out their cigarettes and skillfully waved their hands to dissipate the smell of smoke.

Seeing the motionless man in the chair, the man asked, "Yu Fan, you're not going?"

"Not going, playing games."

Wang Luan immediately said, "Then I won't go either."

The group went on their merry way.

Yu Fan leaned against the back of his chair, having a good time killing people in the game, when he heard a crackling typing sound coming from the side.

Wang Luan has a quirk, he likes to listen to the default tapping sound of his cell phone while typing, it's loud as hell.

Yu Fan pauses the game and turns his head to ask him, "You're sending a telegram?"

"I was talking," Wang Luan said, "asking someone about Chen Jingshen."

"?"

Yu Fan was puzzled: "Why are you asking about him?"

"What do you think?" Wang Luan said, "He's number one in his grade! I have to find out if he's a good talker, and see if I can ask him for help with my quizzes and homework."

Yu Fan is disinterested: "Oh."

A moment later, Wang Luan put down his cell phone and sighed.

He approached a friend who used to be in the same class, but the other person did not even think about it and politely told him: no way.

Said the school bully in the first class is famous for people cold talk less, personality and looks exactly the same. Usually take a few questions to ask him, he may be able to spare a hand to help a favor, the other even if, chat no more than ten sentences.

"Oh yes, my friend also told me, Chen Jingshen family seems to be particularly rich." Wang Luan said, "He said the last parent-teacher conference, Chen Jingshen mom that battle, special bull ...... hey, the back of your hand this wound, well quite fast."

Yu Fan side-stepped his wrist.

These small wounds heal quickly, and were starting to scab over by the time I got back last night.

He stared at the injury for a moment, somehow suddenly tempted to reach out and grab a couple.

Tear the wound open and it should reemerge with blood, then fester and become inflamed.

Yu Fan's other hand had just curled up to touch the scar when his shoulder was suddenly slammed a few times by someone beside him.

He snapped back to his senses, lost in thought for two seconds before asking, "Looking for death?"

"No, shit, look out the window!" Wang Luan said in a breathy voice, "You can't talk about people behind their backs, that's Chen Jingshen, right?"

Yu Fan subconsciously looked out.

Yu Fan didn't even have to look at his face, just by seeing the bleached green and white winter school uniform, he was sure who it was.

From this angle, they could only see Chen Jingshen's tall, thin and upright profile.

There was a girl standing in front of him.

Wang Luan narrowed his eyes, "Is that Zhang Xianjing next to him?"

The two people who give Zhuang Fangqin the most headaches in the seventh class of the second year of high school, one Yu Fan, the other is Zhang Xianjing.

Contrary to her name, Zhang Xianjing permed and dyed her hair in her first year of high school, smoked cigarettes and left early, and cried at the hands of countless boys. She was so pretty that she had a bunch of chasers in her first year of high school, but after her reputation spread, most of the boys went around her when they saw her.

"What are they doing ...... " Wang Luan muttered.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw Zhang Xianjing take a step towards Chen Jingshen, his beautiful curly hair swaying in the wind as he moved.

"Hindered, your name is Chen Jingshen right?" She smiled, her lipsticked lips rising brightly upwards, "I like you, can you fall in love with me?"

Yu Fan's eyelids jumped and he got up to leave.

Wang Luan quickly grabbed him, "Where are you going? Why don't we finish this?"

"Not interested."

"No, look again," Wang Luan said, "Do you think Zhang Xianjing is crazy? Chen Jingshen is a good student, how could he fall in love with someone early?"

Yu Fan thought of the pink love letter and said pull back.