Chapter 8: Do your own rolls yourself.

On Wednesday afternoon, after attending other classes, Zhuang Fangqin returned to his office with his lesson plan in his arms.

She raised her eyebrows slightly at the sight of the person leaning against her desk.

"Yo, rare." Zhuang Fangqin removes his own little bee megaphone and sets it on the table.

Yu Fan: "Didn't I come here yesterday?"

"I mean it's rare for you to come of your own accord." Zhuang Fangqin sat back in his seat, "Go ahead, what's up?"

Yu Fan gets right to the point: "I want to change my seat."

"Change where?"

"Last row, next to the podium, whatever."

Zhuang Fangqin took a sip of water, "Either you give me a valid reason or don't waste each other's time here."

Yu Fan: "The new desk affects my studies."

"?"

Zhuang Fangqin looked at him in amazement, wondering how he could say such a thing without changing his face.

"Where did he affect you?"

"Writes too noisily, smells bad, looks down on poor students-"

"Nonsense!" Zhuang Fangqin picked up the lesson plan and slapped him, "This time the seat was transferred by Chen Jingshen's own application with me, how could people look down on you?"

Yu Fan was silent for a moment and repeated, "He applied himself?"

Zhuang Fangqin : "What else?"

Shit.

Why is this guy so annoying?

"Why should he sit wherever he wants?" Yu Fan said, suddenly thinking that this sounded a bit familiar.

I think Zuo Kuan said something similar yesterday.

"What do you think?" Zhuang Fangqin said, "Isn't it heavenly that the number one student in the whole year offers to help a student with poor learning ability?"

"You give this good thing to someone else, I don't want it."

"It's not up to you." Zhuang Fangqin waved the pen in his hand and said dryly, "Go back to the classroom, wait until you add a zero to your math score one day and then come back to talk to me about transferring your position. At that time, you want to sit wherever you want, even if you want to sit in Director Hu's office, I will definitely find a way to help you get this done."

"......"

Yu Fan's face stinks when he goes back to class.

It stunk even more when he saw the person sitting next to his seat.

During class time, people in the class were either sleeping or chatting, and some of them went to the cafeteria to buy food. Chen Jingshen is the only one in the class who is still sitting upright and doing problems.

"Yu Fan, where have you been?"

Wang Luan was transferred to the next group, and since Yu Fan's two desks were not there, he took someone else's seat.

Yu Fan sat down in his seat without glancing at the person next to him, "Toilet."

"Oh, why don't you ask me to come along?"

"Called you for what? Lookout?"

"It's not impossible." Wang Luan turned a body to sit, his hands on the back of the chair, spat, "Hey, you do not know how miserable I am, my disciplinary committee table in class do not stare anywhere, just fucking look at me, I can not even play the phone ...... No, I must find the visit to the Qin to change the seat, this bad luck seat who like to sit. "

"I'll sit." Yu Fan says, "You switch with me?"

Wang Luan froze and subconsciously looked at the person next to Yu Fan.

Chen Jingshen had his eyes downcast and didn't even stop writing.

He glanced at the question bank pressed at the bottom of Chen Jingshen's hand, and goodness, a glance gave him a sleepy look.

He always felt that there was something strange between this newly transferred school bully and Yu Fan, but it wasn't like what Yu Fan said.

"It's not impossible." Wang Luan said smoothly, "Then we must ask the schoolteacher if he is willing?"

Yu Fan frowns, "What's he got to do with it ......"

"No change." A sentence drifted in hushed tones from the side.

Yu Fan: "."

I didn't expect Chen Jingshen to pay attention to him, and Wang Luan also froze for a moment.

"No change, no change, we are just talking casually, visit the qin fixed position basically no one can transfer," Wang Luan moved to the side, seizing the opportunity to ask the question he had held back all night, "Right schoolboy, you said yesterday that you like to see so sit closer... . what were you looking at?"

"Bang."

Yu Fan's hand shook and the cell phone he had just taken out fell to the ground.

Chen Jingshen said, "Look--"

Yu Fan: "Director Hu."

Chen Jingshen: "."

Wang Luan: "......"

Wang Luan squinted confusedly, "Director Hu? Fat Tiger? What does he have to do with this seat?"

"Well," Yu Fan said without blushing, "I'm in a position where I can stand up and see the office downstairs."

Wang Luan: "Why didn't I realize that?"

Normal, and the person himself didn't realize it.

Chen Jingshen glanced at Yu Fan's mouth, wondering how this person was still so capable of pulling his punches.

Wang Luan stood up and tried, "I can't see it."

Yu Fan: "You're too short."

"Shit." Wang Luan looked at Chen Jingshen, "Schoolmaster, you like the fat ...... Director Hu ah? Why, isn't he not leading the class?"

Feeling the vicious sight of the people around him, Chen Jingshen held his pen in his fingers and was silent for two seconds.

"Well," he said without emotion, "I like the math handouts he writes."

Wang Luan: "......"

Yu Fan picked up his school uniform and threw it on the table, spreading it out in the shape of a pillow, and opened his mouth to shoo people away, "Go back to your place, I'm going to sleep."

At the end of recess, the bell rang and the physics teacher walked in clutching her textbook.

The squad leader shouted stand up, Chen Jingshen stood up, and found himself surrounded by empty.

Yu Fan is lying on the table, already asleep.

He had originally slept face down with his jacket clutched to him, and feeling stuffy as he slept, he twisted his head to reveal half of his face again.

The boy's eyes were closed, his nose was straight, and the ends of his eyes and two small moles on his right cheek maintained a delicate balance that was much less aggressive than when he was awake.

It turns out that moles don't grow with age.

"Sit down," the physics teacher repeated again. He pushed up his glasses and looked at the person still standing in the back row, "Chen Jingshen?"

Chen Jingshen withdrew his eyes and sat back.

......

Yu Fan was woken up by the sound of a table being tapped.

As soon as he looked up, he ate a cold glare from Zhuang Fangqin.

Seeing that he woke up, Zhuang Fangqin stopped the action of tapping the podium with the lesson plan and raised the test paper in his hand: ''All of you put away the things on the desktop, these two self-study classes are first used for the exam, after such a long vacation, I want to see how many carts of knowledge you have forgotten. I'm going to grade this exam, all give me serious writing. The first student in each group comes up to get the test papers and pass them backward."

Yu Fan's fingers twitched and his face re-buried itself in his arms, and he didn't sit up with difficulty until the paper was passed to him.

Zhuang Fangqin supervised the examination strictly, and his line of sight drifted all over the place, but he seldom looked at Yu Fan.

Because the teachers knew in their hearts that Yu Fan was very honest about his exams - he never bothered to cheat on his exams.

Yu Fan took out a pen and wrote his name, intending to go back to sleep when Zhuang Fangqin was not paying attention.

Because he was sleepy, his lettering was crooked, like a caterpillar that had been cut into sections.

After a few seconds, Yu Fan suddenly remembers something and slowly raises his head to recall--

What was it that the visiting piano said today?

Pass a 90 on his math test and he can sit wherever he wants from now on.

Yu Fan held his chin, and the more he thought about it, the clearer his mind became.

He rubbed his face together and sat up straight, looking down, flipping through the math paper in his hand with a rare degree of recognition-

Good.

Can't read a single question.

Yu Fan pinched her pen and observed her classmates around her for the first time since she changed seats.

The two people at the table to his right had better grades than he did, on his left were Wang Luan and the disciplinary committee member, and at the front table were Zhang Xianjing and a short-haired girl who seemed to be introverted and silent, and with whom he had exchanged no more than three sentences in three semesters.

Either you can't copy it or you won't get 90 on the test.

Yu Fan sat dryly for a while with his eyelids propped up.

Only when Zhuang Fangqin on the stage changed his sitting position did he reluctantly move his eyes and sneak a look at the person next to him.

While everyone around us is still stuck on the multiple choice questions on the first page of the paper, Chen Jingshen has already reached the end of the second page.

Yu Fan didn't struggle much mentally, all he wanted to do now was hug the table and hurry up and roll to sit under the blackboard paper.

Two minutes later, making sure Zhuang Fangqin wasn't looking this way, he braced himself with one hand in front of his eyes and glanced toward the test paper pressed under Chen Jingshen's hand.

Thanks to his lack of love for studying, Yu Fan's eyesight is very good. He was just about to read the first multiple-choice question--

Chen Jingshen pinched up the draft paper and flicked it to cover the part of the test paper that was written.

Yu Fan: "?"

He subconsciously looked at the owner of the roll.

Chen Jingshen put his head down and did his work, not even giving him a Yu Guang.

Chen Jingshen : "Make your own rolls."

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Zhuang Fangqin supervises the examination, and he can t play with his cell phone or sleep.

Yu Fan leaned back in resignation and began to look out the window with both hands in his pockets.

"Certain students, take your heart back, if you really want to go out and pick up garbage you have to bear it for me until graduation." Zhuang Fangqin's voice coolly floated down from the podium.

"Certain students" turned their heads back in boredom.

The test paper was full of lines and numbers that made him dizzy.

So his eyes fluttered about and he began to tour the classroom.

Everyone else in the class was working diligently on their papers, and only two people were as distracted as he was.

Zhang Xianjing had finished the multiple choice questions and was now fixing the ends of her parted hair.

Wang Luan ...... had his palm in front of his eyes, isolating Zhuang Fangqin s view, and was peeking at the disciplinarian s test paper.

Wang Luan's head stayed the same, his eyes screwed up at a weird angle, and if he hadn't been looking closely, Yu Fan wouldn't have realized he was peeking.

Of course, the disciplinarian didn't notice.

How did Chen Jingshen find out? He obviously looked so carefully.

Besides, didn't you say you liked him?

You're not even allowed to copy the test papers?

What the hell is the point of these pointy-headed likes.

Yu Fan glanced to the side again.

Chen Jingshen is still working seriously on the questions with the draft paper pressed under his hand. Most people's draft paper is so messy that I can't read it, but Chen Jingshen is different, his draft paper is so clean and neat that people who don't know it would think he is writing the answers on the paper.

Chen Jingshen's eyes were down on the last question of the paper at the moment, the corner of his mouth was taut, and he raised his right hand to prop up his temples, as if he was about to contemplate.

A mere two seconds later, his brow unclenched and his fingertips nimbly twirled the pen, tugging over the sketchpad to drop it and start writing.

"The paper will be closed in one minute. When the time is up, put down your pens and don't write more than a single stroke, no one will give you time when you get to the high school exam room."

The sound of Zhuang Fangqin's voice made Yu Fan look back and collect his eyes.

What kind of schoolteacher isn't still solving problems at the last minute?

He picked up his varsity jacket, ready to leave as soon as he collected his papers.

Suddenly, there was a swish, and a piece of filled draft paper was placed in front of him.

Yu Fan's movement of putting on his jacket was a bit slow, his eyes lingered on the draft paper for a while, and he recognized that it was the one Chen Jingshen had been writing on, and it was densely filled with formulas.

Making sure that the paper didn't have the title of some stupid tutoring book written on it, he asked coldly, "What's that?"

"The answers and solutions to the paper." Chen Jingshen threw his pen into his pencil pocket and turned his eyes to look at him, "You didn't want to see it?"

"......"

Yes, I want to see it, and I fucking want to see it at the last minute of the exam.