Chapter 70: My son is ruined by you.

The days of senior year flew by. At the end of the second monthly exam, South City stepped into the early fall, the weather is gradually turning cool, just bought a new fan home soon Yu Fan thrown into the corner to collect dust.

The blue school t-shirt was out of season, and Yu Fan pulled out his largely unworn school shirt and black pants from the closet and put them on in one piece. He left one button open as a matter of habit, and after hesitating for a moment after putting on his backpack, he fastened the top one as well.

With his shirt fully buttoned up, Yu Fan brushed his teeth and washed up, and looked in the mirror a few times before picking up his school bag and going out.

"Wait." Yu Kaiming, who was sitting at the dining table, suddenly spoke up.

Yu Fan paused, glancing back indifferently.

"Dad cooked noodles, eat breakfast before you go to school." Yu Kaiming ate with his mouth full of oil and pointed with his chopsticks to the cooking pot on the table.

After one sentence, the room fell silent.

Yu Kaiming was trying to pretend that it was natural to ease the relationship, but after a long time of talking and not hearing an answer, he slowly looked up: "Why are you looking at me? I told you to come over for breakfast. Oh, I also bought a few vegetable bags, fucking queue half a day to buy, you bring to school ...... also share some to the close classmates to eat, know right? Here, put it in your book bag-"

An empty bottle of wine breaks through the air, grazes past Yu Kaiming's face, and slams against the wall with a crunch.

Yu Kaiming shivered in fear, holding up his chopsticks and staring for half a day before returning to his senses, turning his head to curse, "You--"

"Say that word again and I'll tear your mouth off. And," Yu Fan said, "don't talk to me."

Yu Fan went out of the door with Yu Kaiming looking at him with a dare-devil look. He hefted his bag and was about to go down the stairs when Yu Guang glimpsed the half of his little head, with its pigtails, peeking out from the edge of the staircase.

The little girl upstairs, carrying a small pink school bag, hid behind the stair railing, obviously waiting for her parents to take her to school. She blinked and called, "Brother."

Yu Fan looked up at her, "Speak."

"Are you going to school?"

Yu Fan lazily answered her and raised his foot to go downstairs.

"Brother!" She called out to him again, busy asking, "How come the other big brother isn't even coming to you anymore?"

Yu Fan took a step, "What brother?"

"That's the one, very tall, very tall, very handsome ......"

"When did you see him?" Yu Fan asked her after a few seconds of silence with his frown.

"Right here na, he said he was waiting for you to get up." The little girl pointed to the small clearing in front of Yu Fan's house and asked, "When will he come next?"

"Not coming." Yu Fan told her relentlessly.

The little girl's expression wilted then, and she took two steps forward, "Huh? Then you, then can you call him?"

"What are you doing."

The little girl grabbed the hem of her little white dress, showing her freshly lost teeth as she smiled, "I want to be that brother's girlfriend!"

"......"

The little girl squatted down, grabbed the railing with both hands, and put her face against it to look at him, "Can it work, brother? Can you do it or not can you do it ......"

"No."

"Why?" The little girl scrunched up her face, just about to protest-

"He's someone else's boyfriend now." Yu Fan reaches over and taps her on the forehead and says, "You're hopeless, brat."

-

Zhuang Fangqin's mood has been changing dramatically lately. Every day when she sees Yu Fan, she is sad, but when she sees the grades in her class gradually rising, she is happy, and for some time, she feels like she is going to be schizophrenic.

This time, the average score of the monthly examination improved a little bit, and when Zhuang Fangqin handed out the papers, he gave a few lollipops to each student by the way.

So at the end of the school day at noon, the students who stayed in class to study had candy in their mouths.

"No more studying no more studying! After studying hard for so long, this monthly math test is still seven points lower than the last one!!!" Zhang Xianjing threw down his pen in annoyance.

Wang Luan consoled her, "Geez, this monthly exam is just hard, can't you see that your grade level ranking went up? Everyone sucks just the same."

"......"

Wang Luan turned his head and saw his other brother staring at the test paper and frowning.

"What's the matter Yu Fan, you're still not satisfied with such a great test?" Wang Luan said, "I almost made it into the top four hundred in my grade this time."

What's the point of being in the top 400 in your grade, when you're looking at points alone, you're still a hundred thousand miles away from those colleges.

His starting point was too low, and when he first began to learn, his grade rankings went forward as if flying, but the further he learned, the slower he climbed, and his scores began to become difficult to rise. Yu Fan looked at the paper that was similar to his previous score, didn't make a sound, and rubbed his face a bit irritably.

When the chair beside him was pulled open, Yu Fan thought it was Wang Luan, and just wanted to ask him to go back to his seat, but when he looked up, he saw a blank competition paper put on the desk, and that cold, paralyzed face.

Yu Fan squeezed the candy into the corner of his mouth and stared at him blankly, and before he could say anything, Wang Luan opened his mouth first: ''School master? What are you doing here? You're not going home at noon today?"

"Well, something came up with the family and they didn't go back."

Chen Jingshen responded as he reached out and jerked away the roll Yu Fan was holding.

Yu Fan held up his paper for two seconds and kicked the chair next to him, "Why are you looking at other people's papers?"

Chen Jingshen swept his score: "Not bad. Did you visit Qin to talk about the paper? Is there anything you didn't understand."

"Didn't tell. Line my ass, total score is still over eighty."

Class 7 is not as intense as Class 1 in terms of learning atmosphere, the class is now sleeping, studying, and talking about problems or small talk.

Wang Luan went to the front seat and asked the disciplinary committee member why he had been written up for the third period. Everyone was facing the blackboard and no one was paying attention to the last row of the classroom.

So Chen Jingshen lifted his hand and rubbed it on his slumped boyfriend's head, "I'll tell you about it."

Wang Luan fought with the disciplinary committee for hundreds of rounds, and after an hour, he was triumphant. When I went back, I saw his brother half leaning against the wall, listening to the questions and holding a lollipop in his mouth like a cigarette.

Wang Luan remembered that he also had a few questions that he didn't understand, wouldn't it be just right for the school bully to be here? So he immediately bent down, rummaged around in his messy drawer, and only after half a day did he pull out the roll and turn his head, "School bully ......"

Chen Jingshen pulled back his chair and got up, "What."

Wang Luan froze, "You're leaving?"

"Uh-huh." Chen Jingshen said, "Ten minutes left for class."

"......"

Wang Luan pathetically grabbed his paper with a bunch of wrong questions and watched Chen Jingshen pick up his paper and pen and leave their classroom with a lollipop in his mouth.

He sighed and sat back down, thinking that it would be good to ask Visitchen after school ...... hmm?

Wang Luan suddenly remembers something, sits up straight and looks straight toward his next table!

Yu Fan frowned again at the noise of his movement, "What are you doing you?"

"The lollipop in the schoolteacher's mouth is a pink stick, strawberry flavor."

"?"

"Aren't you the only one in the class who got a strawberry flavor?" Wang Luan asked, "But wasn't that candy in your mouth just now?"

"......"

"......"

The two of them looked at each other in silence. Soon, Wang Luan realized that Yu Fan's shirt sleeves, which had looked like shit all morning, were now folded neatly and cleanly, exactly like Chen Jingshen's usual method.

Yu Fan followed Wang Luan's gaze to his arm and got up after a long time, "I'm going to the restroom."

"Hey, together, what the hell is going on back at ......"

"Don't follow, it's annoying."

"......"

Yu Fan went to the window next to the restroom and hid, intending to go back when class started.

With his hands in his pockets, he looked around in boredom and watched as his eyes drifted to the sixth floor.

It's all Chen Jingshen's fault, he had to eat the candy, and he was so clumsy to mess with his sleeve. ......

With two minutes left in class, Yu Fan took out his cell phone, opened Chen Jingshen's dialog box, and just as he typed two words, his phone suddenly vibrated and a text message popped up from the top.

[Strange number: Hello, Yu Fan. Please come to the cafe at 11 Nam Yeung Street now.]

Yu Fan motioned and frowned blankly.

South Young Street? Behind their school?

Yu Fan rarely texted with anyone, and his latest text was a few months ago when the school next door approached him for a date. But this person's tone didn't seem like a date either.

The bell rings and Yu Fan's finger slips, ignoring the text message as he prepares to go to class, when the next second, his phone chimes again.

[Strange number: I'm Chen Jingshen's mom, I want to have a good talk with you about Chen Jingshen.]

......

Yu Fan met Hu Pang on his way downstairs and Hu Pang asked him, "What are you doing?

Yu Fan said he was going to help the teacher carry his things. In the past, Hu Pang would have grabbed him by the collar and carried him back, but Yu Fan had been doing so well lately that Hu Pang believed him and waved him to hurry up.

After Hu Pang's figure disappeared into the school building, Yu Fan skillfully flipped out from the back wall of the school.

Yu Fan was distracted on the way to the cafe.

What does Chen Jingshen's mom want with him? Chen Jingshen is not in the same class as him, and they are not at the same table, why would she want to see him?

Yu Fan habitually thinks the worst, the other party may already know about his relationship with Chen Jingshen. As for how he knew, surveillance, cell phone, or on Chen Jingshen's birthday, she saw in the living room--

So was he out of his mind? Why did he have to sit there and feed mosquitoes and other people? Why not just hide the stuff and go?

Yu Fan was caught off guard by the text message and wondered what Chen Jingshen's mom would say to him if that was the case. He wasn't good at reasoning or arguing with people, he preferred to just do it. So he looked down at the stone tiles the whole way, silently rehearsing it in his head.

-I saw it all. Are you and my son in love?

-Yes.

-You break up with my son immediately!

-Have your son mention it to me.

-Tell me, how much do you want to leave my son?

-I'll have to think about that.

Thinking of this, Yu Fan couldn't help but laugh a little, a little funny and a little bitter.

Does Chen Jingshen know that Ji Lianyi came to ask him out? Judging from today's lunch, I don't think so. It's good that you don't know.

Yu Fan had never been afraid of anything, as long as he could remember, he had dared to resist Yu Kaiming, who was several times his size, and he had dared to go up to several people on the opposite side of the street in a fight. When he reached the door of the coffee shop, he stopped dead in his tracks.

After a few seconds, he lifted a hand to slick back the crushed hair on his forehead and reached out to push open the door to the café.

-

Ji Lianyi has been sitting in the cafe since she dropped her son off at school in the morning.

The café had been monopolized by her, and there was no noise around, so she could think quietly about how to negotiate with Yu Fan.

Ji Lianyi has been at the negotiating table in the mall for more than a decade, but today she is apprehensive about facing a teenage high school student.

The door was pushed open and the clerk she had instructed was just about to step forward when she reached out again. The other immediately understood and added a cup of coffee for her before turning back to the back kitchen.

As soon as Ji Lianyi looked up she saw the weed-like hair, certain images surfaced in her mind and a wave of nausea subconsciously surged up. Her fingers trembled slightly and she leaned back unobtrusively, trying to control her tone, "Sit."

The chair was rudely pulled back and the boy took a seat across from her.

The two sat wordlessly against each other, neither one speaking, the silence like a test of each other.

For a long time, Ji Lianyi resisted and couldn't help but look at him, wrinkled collar, thin face, sitting in a dangling posture, hands resting on the table breathlessly, full of street-stained hustler's scent.

Ji Lianyi held back the discomfort in her heart and took the lead, "You should know what I'm looking for from you."

"I don't know." Yu Fan said.

"You and Jingshen," Ji Lianyi said, "I saw it all."

Ji Lianyi saw the other's fingers twitch, then said indifferently, "Oh."

Ji Lianyi said, "You break up with him immediately."

"You told him to mention it to me himself."

Ji Lianyi looked at the other party's indifferent expression, and that familiar anxiety and panic struck again. She tried to restrain herself, her long and beautiful fingers clenched and unclenched, and after a few repetitions, she calmly said, "Just tell me straight out, how much money do you want before you're willing to leave my son."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ji Lianyi seemed to hear a very soft chuckle from across the room, and the boy lowered his eyes and said lazily, "I'll have to think about that."

The laugh inexplicably brought back memories of her first few meetings with another person, and her nerves tightened even more as she took a deep breath and added, "Okay. But I have to make it clear to you that after taking this money, neither you nor your father will ever appear in front of Jingshen and me again."

The moment a certain word appeared, Yu Fan looked up abruptly.

All expression vanished from his face as he watched her wordlessly, even the rise and fall of his breathing seemingly gone.

Ji Lianyi was equally expressionless: "I know you guys have a plan. But let me tell you, I have kept every transfer I made to you, every chat and call record, and contacted a lawyer, and I can say unequivocally that the amount today is enough to send you both in to jail for many years."

Yu Fan just looked at her and didn't say anything.

"Of course, I wouldn't have called you out today if I really wanted to sue you. Let me be blunt about what I want, I'm willing to spend money to get rid of it, and I'll end up paying you a sum of money, and you'll get your dad to delete all the pictures, and then you'll sign a pledge for me-"

"What pictures?" The man across the table spoke woodenly.

Ji Lianyi choked, inevitably remembering the images, she closed her eyes and asked, "What do you think?"

"What pictures?"

"...... library, the park ones." Ji Lianyi paused, "Or do you have other pictures?"

Library.

Yu Fan's brain felt like it had been viciously stabbed through by a wooden stick, and it hurt to recall it. It took him a long time to remember that in the days after Yu Kaiming's return, he and Chen Jingshen had only gone to the library once, they had worked on problems and read books as usual, and when they left, they kissed in the corner of the park where they thought no one was around.

Not long after he came home that day, Yu Kaiming came home too. Then one day, Yu Kaiming asked him why he didn't go out anymore.

"No more." He heard himself say.

Ji Lianyi didn't believe him, but was already too lazy to dwell on this matter, "Anyway, after things are settled today, you must delete all those things in front of me and break up with my son. In the future, if you and your father come to blackmail me again, I will definitely take legal action. Say, how much do you guys want?"

"How did he find you?" Yu Fan asked.

One word brings up the nightmare Ji Lianyi has been having all this time.

She will always remember the day she was sitting in her car when a man knocked on her window. When she pulled down the window, the man grinned his yellow teeth and called out "in-laws" to her.

The torture began in that moment. She received pictures of her son kissing a boy, she received blackmail texts and phone calls, she could barely sleep, and when she closed her eyes at night, all she could think about was--

"You call the police, before I go to jail I'll post pictures of your son having gay sex all over South City!"

"Don't let the kids know about this, I think they're a good match."

"Do you think it's my son screwing your son or your son screwing my son?"

Ji Lianyi couldn't understand why Yu Fan asked knowingly. She forced herself to pull out her thoughts and calmly repeated, "How much do you want?"

As she said that, her gaze suddenly swept to Yu Fan's arm.

Yu Fan drew his hand back and casually put it under the table, blocking the sleeve that Chen Jingshen had helped him fold up a little at noon. Without much of a rise or fall, he asked, "How much did he ask you for before?"

"Eight hundred thousand."

Yu Fan : "Oh. I'll go back and discuss it."

That's what consent means.

Ji Lianyi pushed the documents in front of him toward Yu Fan, "These are the legal terms I had someone compile, and they already state the sentence you will receive if you are prosecuted for this kind of fraud."

Ji Lianyi had no intention of pressing charges, and she couldn't bear the thought of anyone else in the world knowing about it.

So when she saw Yu Fan receiving this information, she let out a long sigh of relief in her heart.

"You guys work out a price and have your dad text me directly. Also, during the time I'm working on Jingshen's transfer, I'd like you to hold off on going to school or contacting him for a while, I'm afraid he'll be affected." Ji Lianyi asked, "That shouldn't be too hard for you, should it?"

"Uh-huh."

When everything was done, Ji Lianyi nodded his head, unwilling to stay any longer.

She picked up her own handbag and decently got up to leave. But she had just taken two steps when she suddenly stopped and turned around to fold back into the table.

She swallowed several times before asking in a low voice, "One last thing. Did you and Jingshen ...... threaten him?"

Her voice was low, like the tiny struggles of a drowning man.

Yu Fan lowered his head, swept his sleeve, and said yes.

Ji Lianyi gasped completely. She picked up the untouched coffee on the table and splashed it on the boy's face, the brown liquid running from his hair to his chin before soaking his white school shirt a little.

Yu Fan subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he heard Ji Lianyi say in a trembling voice.

"My son is ruined by you. You're as disgusting as your father."