Chapter 9: Can I add you on WeChat.

After school, a group of guys sat in the pool hall at the back of the school playing cards.

Wang Luan leaned back in his chair, his head hanging back limply, "Exams right after the start of the school year, visiting the qin is really perverted."

"Does your class pass out every test grade to the parent group?"

"Don't mention it, my dad had to serve me with a baseball bat again." Wang Luan looked at the people around him with grateful eyes, "Luckily, with my brother around, I'm never at the bottom of the list."

Yu Fan ignored him and looked down to throw his cards.

Zhang Xianjing was the only girl in the group. She crossed her legs and sipped her milk tea, "Isn't your tablemate the disciplinary committee member? Didn't you copy anything?"

"Copy shit, he's a disciplinary committee member," Wang Luan said, "He writes like Yu Fan, I'm getting squinty eyes, I can't even read a word - damn! I just put out a 3, and you're just going to blow me up?"

"Seeing you is annoying." Yu Fan said.

"......"

Zhang Xianjing laughed with a floral twig, "But Yu Fan, you just handed in a blank paper at the beginning of the school year, and you didn't even blindfold the multiple-choice questions, are you really planning to be angry at Visiting Qin?"

At the mention of the exam, Yu Fan thought of someone again and threw the cards a little heavier.

He asked, "Did you get 90 out of 90 on the multiple choice questions?"

Zhang Xianjing's eyebrows twitched, "The multiple choice questions didn't even total 90 points."

That's it.

If you can't get to 90, it's the same whether you write it or not.

His hand itches, Yu Fan reaches into his pocket for a smoke.

When he touched the rough surface of a piece of paper, he made a mental "grass" sound and quickly pulled his hand out again.

It's the piece of draft paper that Chen Jingshen handed over.

He intended to clench it into a ball and throw it away, but just as Zhuang Fangqin passed by the back door and called out to him, he reflexively stuffed the ball of paper back into his pocket.

Yu Fan thought he might be allergic to the paper things Chen Jingshen held in his hands from now on.

"What's there to write on a test paper? I never write them either," Zuo Kuan said with a cigarette in his mouth, playing the fool without admitting defeat, "The teachers don't even dare to bother me."

Wang Luan : "Your teacher is just too lazy to care about you, right?"

Zuo Kuan: "Wouldn't that be better? That homeroom teacher of yours, I'm sick of hearing you guys talk about her. If she were my homeroom teacher, I'd have--"

Snap. Yu Fan throws his last card on the table.

"Cut the crap," Yu Fan said, "and stick your face out."

Zuo Kuan: "......"

Half a minute later, Zuo Kuan's face was covered with a marker drawing of a king's ass.

"Shit, again ......" Zuo Kuan said, the person next to him suddenly bumped his arm, Zuo Kuan wrinkled his eyebrows, "What?"

"Brother Kuan, look, that woman outside, is she the one who chased you before?"

"Who is it?" Wang Luan glanced out.

"It's her," seeing the girl who left hurriedly outside the billiard hall, Zuo Kuan raised his eyebrows, "No one, a girl from class three. Chasing me for two months, sending me water and snacks every day, annoying as hell, and ugly, I had a hard time getting rid of her."

"Is that woman blind?" Zhang Xianjing said coolly as he looked down and played with his cell phone.

"Bullshit, I'm so handsome, I've got a lot of chasers, right?" Zuo Kuan looked at the cards, "What's the most disgusting thing about it, you guys know the third class, right? They say it's an invisible liberal arts class. That girl writes me a letter once a week with a bunch of ancient poems in Chinese, I can't even fucking read it--"

Yu Fan: "How to dump?"

The man who had been silent suddenly spoke, and Zuo Kuan froze, "What?"

"I said," Yu Fan repeated, "how did you dump her?"

"It wasn't that easy," Zuo Kuan said, "I took the letter she wrote to me, blurred out her name, and pasted it on their class chalkboard."

Zhang Xianjing gave him a blank look, "You're so cheap."

"Huh? Who let her keep pestering me." Zuo Kuan says, "Yu Fan, why do you ask, a girl after you?"

"Nonsense, are there not more girls chasing after my brother?" Wang Luan raised his eyebrows proudly, as if he was the one being chased, "Yu Fan just received a love letter - grass Yu Fan You bombed me again? I'm on your team this time! I'm a fucking farmer too!"

Yu Fan: "It's noisy."

Zhang Xianjing put down his cell phone and curiously leaned over to their poker table, "Is there such a thing? Yu Fan, who gave you the love letter?"

Yu Fan: "No one."

"Come on," Zhang Xianjing asks. "Freshman and sophomore? Is it good? Do I recognize it? Could it be-- Chen Jingshen?"

Yu Fan threw out all his cards.

When he subconsciously tried to retort, he heard Zhang Xianjing continue, "Is that Chen Jingshen?"

Yu Fan gave a start at the words and glanced back towards the outside of the pool hall.

Chen Jingshen stood not far from the back door with his back to them, his backpack slung over his shoulder, both hands hanging naturally at his side.

He didn't move a muscle, and before him stood three straggling men.

"It s still true," Wang Luan leaned over to the glass to look, "Are those ...... guys in front of him from the next school? What are they doing?"

"What else would the people from that shitty school next door be doing here?" Zhang Xianjing said, "Blackmail."

Yu Fan propped his elbows on the couch behind him and lazily watched the show.

There is a technical school near their school, which is quite chaotic, and they often come here to cause trouble. Hu Pang has been patrolling the neighborhood twice a day for some time to catch people, but recently the school year has just started and is quite busy, so this matter has been put on hold.

Blocking Chen Jingshen The three men all dyed strange hair colors, wearing colorful long t and black chaps, turn left into the barber store can be directly on duty.

Looks cleaner with Chen Jingshen by his side.

Zuo Kuan gauged his expression and asked tentatively, "Yu Fan, you don't care about this? Isn't he in your class?"

Yu Fan ignored him, still looking at the other end.

What do you mean? There are so many people being blackmailed every month, how can we control them? Did Fat Tiger pay him protection money?

And again.

Chen Jingshen Although he was a nerd, at least his nutrition had kept up. His shoulders were twice as wide as those idiots in front of him, and he was half a head taller than the others, and if not for that serious aura on his body that was too weak, who would dare to believe that it was those three little skinny monkeys who were blackmailing him right now? But if Chen Jingshen had some backbone and raised his fists to fight back, these three people wouldn't want to go back straight today-

In the distance, the tall figure paused for a moment, looking down and pulling out money.

Yu Fan: "?"

-

A few punks looked at the boys in front of them, and their hearts were actually not in the right place.

To be honest, they blackmail usually only look for lower grades or girls, but that pair of sneakers on this ...... foot is too awesome. According to a certain punk's understanding, it was fast approaching five figures.

Coupled with the fact that he was dressed as a good student, the trio unanimously decided - let go of the boogieman! Bicycle to motorcycle!

"Do you ...... hear me?" The person in the lead gathered courage and held up the WeChat QR code in his hand, "If you don't turn five hundred over, we'll have to ask you to go somewhere else to talk in detail."

Chen Jingshen lowered his eyes and swept his eyes over their faces.

They realized that the man's air of a good student was entirely supported by that neat school uniform.

The teenager's eyelids were single and thin, and the lines of his face were smooth and sharp, actually a very cold look. When he looked over condescendingly, he couldn't help but make people's hearts tighten.

For a moment, they had some regrets.

Chen Jingshen thought for two seconds and reached into his pocket.

Probably because of that glance, the man subconsciously thought that Chen Jingshen was going to pull out a weapon or a cell phone to call the police, and hastily took two steps back, "What are you doing? Take out your hands, or I'll--"

His words ended abruptly when Chen Jingshen pulled out his money.

They watched dumbfounded as the man in front of them lightly counted out five red bills from them and handed them over.

"No microsoft. Pay cash." The boy finally opened his mouth and said his first words to them.

The punk was in a bit of a trance for a moment.

Why did he feel like a beggar being given a handout?

And, fuck.

What's wrong with high school kids these days? How can they get so much money for school?

"No tweets? I'll take your word for it, you don't usually talk to people? No games? No relationships?"

At the end of the sentence, the punk paused for a moment, thinking that the man might not really know how to fall in love.

He took the five hundred, his eyes still staring greedily at Chen Jingshen's hand, "Forget it, how much do you have in your hand? Take them all ......"

An empty card box flew through the air and smashed into the man's forehead with precise, dry precision.

The box of cards fell to the ground with a snap.

The man froze at the smash, covering his head as he looked behind the wrongdoer, "Who the fuck-"

He saw the face of the visitor and shut up for a moment.

Someone at their school had said that it was okay to go to the high school next door to find some money to spend, but when you saw someone with two moles on their face and a mean-looking face, get out of there.

Isn't that the guy in front of you?

Chen Jingshen turned his head and saw his new classmate.

At the moment, the expression on his deskmate's face was just as unfriendly as it had been when he'd refused to let the other man copy his test paper.

Yu Fan didn't look at him.

"Pay him back," he said to the three men, "and get lost."

The three men's faces changed, and the one standing in the center raised his chin, "Who the fuck are you?"

"No way, you don't know him?" Wang Luan, who had followed him, reached out and put his hand on the man's shoulder, smilingly, "He just beat up that flathead from your school, haven't you heard?"

"......"

"They're probably still going to school these days, aren't they? I looked pretty hurt the other day."

"......"

Ten or so seconds later, the man was able to flex his muscles and hand Yu Fan the money.

Yu Fan didn't answer: "My money?"

The man paused, his hand panned out and moved in front of Chen Jingshen.

......

Just as the guys were leaving, Zhang Xianjing came over from the pool hall, "Just leaving? What a wimp."

"It wasn't really a big deal in the first place ......" Wang Luan's words stopped when he saw the pair of black-rimmed glasses that suddenly appeared on Zhang Xianjing's face.

"Also." Zhang Xianjing pushed up his glasses and looked at the boy beside him with false concern, "Chen, you weren't scared, were you?"

Chen Jingshen put the money back in his pocket, "Nope."

Zhang Xianjing smiled gently, "That's good, the back door of our school is quite messy, you must be careful from now on."

Her accent gave Wang Luan goosebumps. He skimmed his mouth and asked: "School bully, why did you just give the money out so honestly? The security guard at the back door is still there, he can come if you call out. Otherwise, you struggle a bit can also be ah, they do not dare to make a big deal."

Chen Jingshen said, "Trouble."

The expression was calm and the tone cold, as if he wasn't the one who had just given the money as soon as he was blackmailed.

Wang Luan: "......"

"How about this, Mr. Chen," Zhang Xianjing's eyes curved up, "Why don't we add a WeChat? If you're in danger in the future, you can find me, and I'll bring someone to save you at the first time!"

She finished and paused, "Oh, you don't have a WeChat do you? A phone number would be fine."

Chen Jingshen remained silent for two seconds and reported a series of numbers.

Zhang Xianjing did not expect him to give it so easily this time, she was stunned for a moment and took out her cell phone, "Wait wait wait, read it slowly."

Yu Fan regretted it almost the moment he came over. He cursed himself inwardly for being idle, and with one hand in his pocket, he turned around and walked back.

Just as he took a step, his sleeve was suddenly grabbed.

The others froze.

Yu Fan subconsciously looked down and saw the familiar, bony hand on his shirt.

He brought his strength to bear and jerked his shirt back a little.

I can't believe I didn't draw it.

So he frowned and raised his eyes, chilling, "What for ......"

"Can I add you on WeChat?" Chen Jingshen asked.

Yu Fan: "......"

Zhang Xianjing, who is entering a number into his cell phone's address book: "?"