Dead zone

I, everyone likes me very much. "

Behind him, Lu Xuan sighed lightly, and patted him on the shoulder.

When Fang Yingzhen was in elementary school, he was thin and small. There was a fat man named Ge Cong who always bullied him in his class. He was so angry that he ripped off Ge Cong's pants and threw them into the sink as well.

The next day, both Lao Fang and Fang Yingzhen were asked to write self-criticisms and publicly apologized to Ge Cong in class.

Fang Yingzhen still remembers that day when he walked off the podium after apologizing, Lao Fang held his shoulders and whispered, if he dares to bully you, grandpa will throw him into the sink.

30

Every Sunday at noon, the small garden at the bottom of the building is always very noisy. A group of children who do not go to school gather together to play, running around, making noise and shouting. Even those who live on the [-]th floor are not immune.

"Well," Jiang Gan walked to the balcony with a cigarette in his mouth, grabbed his phone and looked down at the noisy kids below, "Just tell Xiao Fei for me about resignation."

There was a letter over there: "Okay, alas, I should be blamed for this matter, if I didn't call you to come that day..."

"It's okay," Jiang Gan smiled, "Even if you didn't call me, I didn't think much about working there anymore. It wasn't Xiao Fei who forced me to resign, it was me who wanted to resign."

Xinyi sighed: "Okay, I'll help you talk about it. If you need something in the future, just let me know. My buddy is always on call."

"Thank you." Jiang Gan said.

After hanging up the phone, he closed the door and closed the balcony curtains tightly again, the noise outside was a little quieter.Jiang Ganshu breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the sofa, and prepared to clean the house for the second time this weekend before going out.

His butt was bitten by something, he frowned, fumbled behind him, and took out an ID card, which wasn't his.

Jiang Gan looked at the photo on his ID card, it was Fang Yingzhen.

Forgetful.

Jiang Gan glanced at the photo, it looked much better than the photo on the book card last night, his face was smaller, and his facial features were clearer.

It's strange that one person can have two different looks.

Jiang Gan shook his head, stuffed the ID card into the pencil case, and planned to return it to him when he returned to school tomorrow.

Coming out of the apartment, Lu Xuan still looked like he planned to follow to the end, Fang Yingzhen had no choice but to say: "I'm going home now, really."

"Turn on location sharing." Lu Xuan shook his phone.

"Damn," Fang Yingzhen glanced at him and turned on sharing, "I really convinced you."

Lu Xuan laughed, and reached out to stop a taxi: "Shall I give you a ride?"

"No need," Fang Yingzhen slammed the car door shut for him, "Young master take the bus."

"All right, I'm leaving." Lu Xuan waved his hand at him, and the taxi drove away.

Fang Yingzhen sighed, touched a cigarette, put it on, and walked to the bus platform to wait for the return bus.

It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon when I got home. I didn't have lunch, and I smelled the smell of food when I entered the door. Fang Yingzhen's stomach let out a growl, and he squatted in the porch to change his shoes in embarrassment.

"Young master is back," Mrs. Jiang, who was wearing an apron, walked over with a smile, "Hurry up and wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

"Wait for me?" Fang Yingzhen asked uncertainly.

"That's right, I'll be waiting for you." Aunt Jiang said, and went to the kitchen again.

Fang Yingzhen bit the bullet and walked into the living room, where an animal movie was playing on the TV screen.

To his relief, no one was in the living room.Fang Yingzhen sat down on the sofa slowly, and was about to pour a glass of water for a drink. A figure ran out from the toilet next to him and jumped onto the sofa quickly.

"..." Fang Yingzhen almost spit out a mouthful of water, "Aren't you taking off your shoes and stepping on the sofa?"

"I want you to take care of it." The child gave him a blank look.

"You say it again?" Fang Yingzhen looked at him.

"I thought you weren't coming back." The child hugged a pillow, reached for the potato chips on the coffee table, and chewed them impatiently.

"Will I come back and do your shit." Fang Yingzhen said angrily.

He felt that he was quite naive, and he could quarrel with a brat as soon as he got home.

Zhang Jing came down from upstairs, stared at him for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yingzhen."

"Dinner is ready." Mrs. Jiang's voice came from the kitchen.

Just as Fang Yingzhen was about to get up and go to the kitchen, Zhang Jing said again: "Your father is in the study, after dinner you... go up to him, he has something to tell you."

"Is he not eating?" Fang Yingzhen frowned.

"He's been very busy these days, I'll deliver the food later." Zhang Jing said with a smile.

I was pretty hungry.

Fang Yingzhen bit his chopsticks and looked at the dishes on the table. He heard the picky voice of the child who would not eat this or that, and suddenly lost his appetite.

"Mom, I don't eat cucumbers." The child said in a drawn out voice.

Zhang Jing took the cucumber out of his bowl and gave him another spoonful of fish soup.

"I don't like fish soup." The child frowned.

You really like to drink or not.

Fang Yingzhen chewed the rice, especially wanting to yell out a word.

Finally, I know how annoying I was when I was a picky eater when I was a child, but my mother doesn't have such a good temper as Zhang Jing, so she usually fights more than coaxing her.After two beatings, Fang Yingzhen usually dare not choose this or that in front of his mother, and has to eat whatever he doesn't like.

It was Fang Fuying who was more tolerant of him, so after the two of them divorced, Fang Yingzhen's picky eaters who had been a child for more than ten years began to commit crimes recklessly.

"Yingzhen, I'll serve you some fish..." Zhang Jing got up to get his bowl, but stopped suddenly, "Oh, I remember you said you don't drink fish soup, right?"

"Ah." Fang Yingzhen nodded in embarrassment.

"Then eat more vegetables," Zhang Jing smiled, "Sister Jiang's cooking today is very nutritious, eat more."

"Okay." Fang Yingzhen nodded again.

Fang Yingzhen and the kid ate very slowly, Zhang Jing went upstairs to deliver food to Fang Fuying after eating, and they were the only two staring at the table.

"Hum." The child let out a sound from his nose.

"Hey, let me ask you," Fang Yingzhen looked at him, "What grade are you in?"

"I am in the first grade of junior high school." The child said impatiently.

"Are you in the first grade of junior high school?" Fang Yingzhen was shocked, "Are you still in the first grade of junior high school at your short stature? I thought you just graduated from kindergarten."

"Who are you talking about graduating from kindergarten!" The child was in a hurry, and wanted to kick him under the table.

"It's fine if you have such short legs." Fang Yingzhen clicked his tongue.

"Fuck!" The child threw the chopsticks, and the rice splashed on Fang Yingzhen's face.

"Children can't swear, do you fucking know?" Fang Yingzhen picked up the rice grains and pointed to his nose.

"Just say it! Just say it!" the child screamed.

Fang Yingzhen ignored him and continued to eat his own food: "There is no tutor."

"Tongli!" Zhang Jing's voice sounded from behind, sounding quite angry, "What are you doing if you don't eat well!"

Fang Yingzhen was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and saw that Zhang Jing's face was flushed.

It was the first time he saw Zhang Jing get angry, and he had to say that once someone with a good personality got angry, it was quite intimidating. Tong Li immediately put his head down and had a good meal.

"I'm done eating." Fang Yingzhen stood up uncomfortably, "...Go up first."

"Yeah." Zhang Jing reluctantly pulled the corner of her mouth and nodded.

Jiang Gan changed his coat, plugged in his earphones, and prepared to go out.

"Xiao Gan Gan," the door next door opened, and Han Li leaned against the door in dinosaur pajamas and smiled at him, with a black garbage bag hooked in his hand, "help me take the garbage down."

Jiang Gan glanced at him and took the garbage bag.

"I love you," Han Li kissed the air resoundingly, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Gan didn't answer, and walked into the elevator without looking back.

"Stingy ghost." Han Li clicked his tongue, yawned and went back to the house.

The temperature in the afternoon makes people feel like they are in summer.

Jiang Gan got off the taxi and walked towards the road ahead against the scorching sun.Not far away, a notice board appeared on the side of the road with a few pieces of information paper pasted on it. Jiang Gan stopped to look at it casually, and continued walking.

Not far away is a gray building, with the first floor stacked on top of each other, which looks even darker in the sunlight.

Someone stood at the iron gate and waved him.

Jiang Gan walked over: "Wait a long time."

"It didn't take long," Feng Yue said politely, "Do you want to go in now?"

Jiang Gan nodded.

"Then let's go." Feng Yue led the way, two guards opened the door for them, and Jiang Gan followed behind Feng Yue.

"It was my uncle who asked you to come." Jiang Gan said.

"Well, he's worried about you alone..." Feng Yue said, looking back at him.

"Actually, I can come alone." Jiang Gan's voice was very light, without any emotion.

The two of them walked into the house from under the scorching sun, and it was much cooler all of a sudden, which made Jiang Gan have an illusion of summer.

He looked up at the iron gate, and was lightly patted on the shoulder.

"I'm fine." Jiang Gan said to Feng Yue.

Feng Yue didn't speak, but gave him a thumbs up.This action made Jiang Gan suddenly want to laugh, so he laughed.

Soon a guard came over and led Jiang Gan in through the door.

After passing the security check, Jiang Gan followed the guards through a long, dark corridor and came to a small room.The guard found a switch on the wall and turned on the lights in the house.

The vision suddenly became clear, and Jiang Gan saw the man sitting on the other side through a glass.

He walked over, pulled the chair in front of the glass and sat down, reached out and took down the hanging telephone.The man over there originally lowered his head, but when he heard the movement, he suddenly raised his head, and then glared at him.

Jiang Gan was resistant to making eye contact with Jiang Mingzhou, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the mottled wall behind the man.

Jiang Mingzhou stared at him for a while, then began to pant heavily, like a fierce old dog.The guard behind Jiang Mingzhou motioned him to pick up the microphone to communicate, and he pulled it off.

Jiang Gan's ear was pressed against the cold microphone, and Jiang Mingzhou's panting sound turned into electricity, and then turned into sound, reaching his ears.

"Say it." Jiang Gan said.

Jiang Mingzhou was obviously taken aback when he heard him speak.

"Don't you have something to say, you must see me." Jiang Gan retracted his gaze from the wall, and raised his eyes to look at him, "Don't you want to say it?"

"You..." Jiang Mingzhou looked a little annoyed, "I'm not..."

Jiang Mingzhou's head was pressed hard by the guards behind him, and his face was pressed against the glass, deformed into a horrible and comical way.

After being warned, Jiang Mingzhou restrained himself a little.

Jiang Gan waited patiently for him to calm down, and then said: "Your meal card has been charged for you."

When Jiang Mingzhou heard this, his expression eased a little, and he called him by name: "Xiao Gan."

Then he said, "Do you really want me to be imprisoned forever?"

Jiang Gan remained silent.

Jiang Mingzhou began to beg: "Dad knows it's wrong, really knows it's wrong, can you sign the forgiveness letter and let Dad go out? Dad has really stayed here enough, he's about to go crazy!"

Jiang Mingzhou stayed in prison for more than a month, lost a little weight, and looked haggard, but his eyes still had the familiar violence in his eyes.

Jiang Mingzhou's eyes are like a projector, in which there are countless shadows of the past.Looking at Jiang Gan, he would think of the dark room, the cold bed and the pain and suffocation a long time ago.

In an instant all the negativity came back.

He suddenly smiled and put the phone back.Jiang Mingzhou turned pale with shock, judging by the shape of his mouth, Jiang Gan couldn't speak well.

Shutting Jiang Mingzhou's roar and the noise of beating on the glass inside the door, Jiang Gan breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out with Feng Yue.

"So in the end your wish was not to sign that?" Feng Yue asked.

"I won't sign," Jiang Gan said lazily, "How long can he be locked up?"

"Two to seven years, depending on the severity of the circumstances." Feng Yue said.

Jiang Gan smiled.

Feng Yue's expression looked serious, "What will you do when he comes out?"

"Nothing to do," Jiang Gan took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, looked up at the sky, "just wait for him to come out."

"You..." Feng Yue paused, "I still have to say something, whether it's your uncle's opinion or my own, you can try to talk to a psychiatrist chat."

"Why are you looking for it?" Jiang Gan looked back at him.

Feng Yue opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"I don't harm myself anymore," Jiang Gan said with a relaxed tone, "I won't get sick either, I'm normal."

Looking at Feng Yue's serious face, Jiang Gan smiled again, "Tell Uncle, don't worry about me all the time."

"Come in." Fang Fuying said.

Fang Yingzhen withdrew his hand knocking on the door, thinking that Fang Fuying was funny, and he really used his home as an office.

He opened the door and walked in.

Fang Fuying's desk was full of documents in a mess, and there was an ashtray at the end with several cigarette butts stuck in it.Fang Fuying was wearing reading glasses, looking down at the documents.

Fang Yingzhen scratched the tip of his nose and sat down on the sofa: "What can I do for you?"

Fang Fuying raised her head from the document and glanced at him: "Are you still willing to come back?"

Fang Yingzhen didn't speak, Fang Fuying's current tone and attitude were not bad, not to the point of making him angry.

"I discussed it with your Auntie Zhang Jing." Fang Fuying took off her glasses and pressed her forehead wearily, "From next week, you should go home and live at home. I will help you submit the general school application to you, Mr. Wang. …”

Fang Yingzhen stood up abruptly: "Why didn't you discuss this matter with me!"

"Should we discuss this matter?" Fang Fuying began to get a little impatient, "Tong Li is studying in the junior high school of the attached middle school, and Aunt Zhang Jing happened to pick you up when she picked him up from school. Is there anything wrong with that? "

"I don't like it, I don't agree, okay?" Fang Yingzhen frowned.

"Don't play tricks on me, it's settled like this." Fang Fuying waved her hand in a hurry, "I've been very busy these two days, so I don't have time to bargain with you."

Fang Yingzhen stood there motionless as if he had taken root.

Although he has a tendency to lose his temper, he is rarely actually angry.When she was really angry, Fang Yingzhen was speechless.

Fang Fuying probably also realized that what she said was not good, looked at the document in her hand and sighed: "It is for your own good to live at home, and your Aunt Zhang Jing can also take care of you, you see you are so thin now... .”

bang.

The door was slammed loudly, and Fang Yingzhen had already gone out.

31

"What?" Lin Chao clattered on the keyboard, took off one earphone to look at him, "meaning you won't live on campus from tomorrow night?"

"Hmm." Fang Yingzhen huddled in the gaming chair, lazily turned half a circle, and stretched out his hand to drag the progress of the movie that was playing on the computer screen.

"Damn!" Lin Chao took off the earphones and threw them on the table.

Fang Yingzhen sighed: "You don't have to be so angry because of me."

"I'm dead!" Lin Chao pointed at the screen angrily, "Is there any reason! I'm dead! The other side dares to kill me!"

Fang Yingzhen: "..."

"So your dad didn't discuss it with you this time." After calming down, Lin Chao asked the network administrator for two bottles of Coke, and gave one to Fang Yingzhen.

"Yeah." Fang Yingzhen poked the straw and nodded.

Lin Chao hissed: "Is your dad a bit too authoritarian?"

"Is it just a little bit?" Fang Yingzhen glanced at him.

"That's right, but you're spending the night at Jiang Gan's house," Lin Chao hissed again, "Jiang Gan will take you in, this is beyond my expectation."

"It's purely a coincidence." Fang Yingzhen dragged the progress bar of the movie again, directly to the end.

"Why are you watching a movie so many times?" Lin Chao asked.

"I've watched it many times." Fang Yingzhen said.

"Then what are you going to do?" Lin Chao asked again.

"What do you mean?"

"It's about the school." Lin Chao drank the Coke and burped comfortably.

"Old Wang just sent me a text message, saying that the application for the general school has been approved, and I can go home to live tomorrow night... What can I do, can I not go back?" Fang Yingzhen felt more and more. Annoying, the movie interface was forked off, the whole person leaned back in the chair, and turned a small half circle.

"Don't worry, don't worry, isn't there still one night?" Lin Chao glanced at his watch, "It's almost six o'clock, are you going back to school?"

"Go back." Fang Yingzhen said.

"Then you stand up, as if you have no bones." Lin Chao said.

Fang Yingzhen stretched out his hand: "Give me a hand."

Lin Chao gave him a disgusted look and pulled him up from the chair.

The two of them left the Internet cafe, and the attached middle school was opposite, separated by a road.

While waiting for the red light, Lin Chao suddenly bumped his shoulder: "How do you spend Christmas Eve?"

"What Christmas Eve?" Fang Yingzhen was confused.

"Tomorrow, Christmas Eve." Lin Chao said.

"Oh," Fang Yingzhen thought for a while, "Floating by."

"You're not interested." Lin Chao clicked his tongue.

The green light just came, and Fang Yingzhen dragged him to the opposite side.

"Anyway, I prepared Christmas Eve apples for Fu Xiaoxiao." Lin Chao showed off as he walked.

"Aren't you still wicked? You are ruthless and unjust, and you didn't prepare for me." Fang Yingzhen said.

"What about me..." Lin Chao was a little embarrassed by what he said, and halfway through the embarrassment, he suddenly became confident, "You still talk about me, you didn't prepare for me!"

"I'm Chinese," Fang Yingzhen said solemnly, "Chinese people don't care about foreign festivals."

"Fuck you." Lin Chao made a gesture to kick him, "You're just doing it, don't accept gifts from others when you have the ability!"

The two entered the classroom through the back door, fighting all the way. There were not many people in the class, and even Shen Yan, who was always early, hadn't come yet.

Lin Chao turned his head unintentionally, glanced at Jiang Gan's table, and exclaimed: "God."

Fang Yingzhen followed his gaze: "..."

Jiang Gan's table is full of snack apples and various gift boxes.

From Mysterious Sister, folks.

"Being a handsome guy does this, and he has no regrets." Lin Chao sighed, and asked sincerely, "Why don't you have anything on your table? Didn't you have many girls who gave you things before?"

Fang Yingzhen glanced at his empty desktop, and said angrily: "It's over, let's go."

Lin Chao laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and went back to his seat to make up his homework.

Not long after sitting down, someone patted his shoulder again. Fang Yingzhen thought it was Lin Chao, and said impatiently, "Don't bother."

"Your ID card." Jiang Gan said.

Fang Yingzhen turned his head away, stunned for a moment.

Jiang Gan's ponytail disappeared, and he changed into a Mullet hairstyle, which is even cooler.

"You... cut your hair?" Fang Yingzhen looked at the national treasure.

"Well," Jiang Gan's hand was still outstretched, with an ID card between his fingertips, "yours."

"Mine?" Fang Yingzhen took it and turned it over to see that it was indeed his own.

"I left my ID card at your house?" He asked Jiang Gan.

"It fell on the sofa, Fadou found it." Jiang Gan sat down expressionlessly, looked at the table full of gifts, and frowned.

"Oh." Fang Yingzhen wanted to laugh a little, "Thank you for me."

Jiang Gan raised his head and looked at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"How do you deal with these?" Fang Yingzhen pointed to his desktop.

"Do you know who sent it?" Jiang Gan asked.

"How would I know." Fang Yingzhen shrugged.

Jiang Gan didn't speak, he got up and went to the back to drag the trash can over.

"Are you going to throw it all away?" Fang Yingzhen looked at him in shock.

"Do you want it?" Jiang Gan asked.

"No, I didn't..." Fang Yingzhen sighed, "I just think it's a pity."

"Then I'll send it to the grade department's lost and found." Jiang Gan said.

Fang Yingzhen was stunned: "Are you serious?"

Jiang Gan glanced at him, put all the things on the table into his schoolbag, and went out with the schoolbag.

"..." Fang Yingzhen's eyes were opened, and there was such an operation.

After a while, Jiang Gan came back with an empty schoolbag, and Fang Yingzhen turned around when he heard the movement: "Are you really going to the grade department?"

Jiang Gan nodded.

"Xueba," Fang Yingzhen couldn't help giving a thumbs up, "You are too good."

Jiang Gan stared at his thumb for a while, then suddenly reached out and pushed his raised thumb back.

"What are you doing?" Fang Yingzhen was stunned.

"Don't keep doing this to me, every time I see it," Jiang Gan said while looking at him, "I want to laugh."

"Why?" Fang Yingzhen was puzzled.

"Just want to laugh, no reason." Jiang Gan said.

"...Oh." Fang Yingzhen nodded.

"Help me pass on my homework, Fang Yingzhen," Jiang Gan said, "Thank you."

Fang Yingzhen took Jiang Gan's homework and test papers, and was about to turn around when Fu Xiaoxiao walked in through the back door and called his name.

"Old Wang asked you to go to the office to get a school card." Fu Xiaoxiao said.

"Are you going to school?" Jiang Gan looked at him.

"Ah," Fang Yingzhen was not very happy, "I was forced by my dad."

"It's not very good, you have to get up 10 minutes earlier than in school." Jiang Gan slightly agreed.

Fang Yingzhen was a little desperate: "Two 10 minutes?"

"Yeah." Jiang Gan nodded, and then heard a bang, Fang Yingzhen laid his head on his table, "..."

"What kind of perseverance do you usually rely on to get up early? I'm sure I won't be able to get up." Fang Yingzhen said in a low voice.

Jiang Gan wanted to laugh, but the smell of peaches wafted from the tip of his nose, which made his sense of smell pleasant. After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Gan moved away calmly.

The subject of the self-study weekly test this week is politics.

Fang Yingzhen bit the tip of the pen to fill in one blank on the left, and filled in one missing on the right. From time to time, he glanced at the examination paper next to him.

"Do your own thing, don't look around." Chen Xue, who was in charge of the test, turned around and patted him on the shoulder.

Fang Yingzhen looked away in embarrassment.

Jiang Gan raised his head from the question, glanced at the back of Fang Yingzhen's head, and suddenly wanted to laugh, the corner of his mouth involuntarily twitched.

When it was about to be rolled up, it suddenly began to snow outside the window.

After a fine sunny day, it started snowing again.The weather has been weird lately.

Fang Yingzhen sighed, propped his head and looked out the window, suddenly he was a little happy again, the snow was getting heavier, and he didn't have to run and practice tomorrow.

As a result, the sky failed as people wished, and the next day was sunny again.

"Day!" Fang Yingzhen scolded while running, "Then the snow fell last night! It's better not to fall for a while!"

Lin Chao, who was running on his left, persuaded: "Don't scold and save some energy. You've just started running laps. Don't lose energy and fall behind the team after the first lap."

Fang Yingzhen sighed, mixed in the class running team to speed up the pace.

Before the second lap, he was exhausted, and fell from the middle of the team to the penultimate row little by little. Before Lin Chao reached out to help him, someone pushed him from behind.

Fang Yingzhen took a deep breath, turned his head subconsciously, and found that Jiang Gan was following him.

"Thank you..." Fang Yingzhen said quickly.

Jiang Gan didn't answer.

After running for more than ten meters, Fang Yingzhen's speed seemed to fall behind again, and Jiang Gan reached out and pushed him on the waist again.

Jiang Gan's palm was warm, covering Fang Yingzhen's waist.

Because he had to run around, Fang Yingzhen didn't wear a coat and took off only a thin sweater, so he could easily feel Jiang Gan's temperature.

Jiang Gan's palms were quite soft.

Fang Yingzhen also didn't understand that he was a fucking person who was about to be run away to death, why the fuck could this idea still flash through his mind at this moment.

His mind was out of control, and he subconsciously looked back at Jiang Gan.

Panting slightly, Jiang Gan looked back at him: "What are you looking at?"

Fang Yingzhen quickly turned his head back.

Inexplicably, Jiang Gan began to replay what he just caught a glimpse of in his mind, with his whole body exposed to the sun, his eyebrows frowned, and his eyes narrowed slightly from the sun.

32

Since the end of self-study in the second year of senior high school is [-]:[-], which is quite different from the end of school in junior high school, Fang Yingzhen took the initiative to ask Zhang Jing not to pick him up.

"I can take the subway. The subway station is just a little across from the attached middle school." Fang Yingzhen's tone was sincere.

The phone was quiet for a while, as if she was thinking. After a few seconds, Zhang Jing laughed: "That's fine, just call if you have anything to do, and stay safe by yourself."

"Understood, goodbye, auntie." Fang Yingzhen hung up the phone, sighed, pushed open the toilet door and walked out.

The door to the next compartment was pushed so hard that it almost hit the bridge of his nose.

"Day..." Fang Yingzhen blocked it with his arm, "Is it okay to look at it?"

The man scoffed.

Fang Yingzhen raised his eyes, this person is Yuan... Yuan what, oh, Yuan Mao.

"You won't apologize for bumping into someone?" Fang Yingzhen was upset seeing his attitude.

"How do I know there is someone next to me?" Yuan Mao squinted at him.

"You know now," Fang Yingzhen looked at him, "Apologize."

Yuan Mao stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Are you in Jiang Gan's class?"

Fang Yingzhen frowned and said nothing.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you today." Yuan Mao smiled and reached out to pat him on the shoulder, but Fang Yingzhen dodged it.

"I'm kind," Yuan Mao withdrew his hand, took two steps forward, and then turned back, "I advise you to stay away from people like Jiang Gan."

Yuan Mao turned and left. Fang Yingzhen saw a very obvious scar on the back of his head, which was a bit scary.

What kind of person is Jiang Gan?

What kind of person is Jiang doing?

Fang Yingzhen frowned, walked to the sink, and turned on the tap to wash his hands.

Yuan Mao didn't wash his hands after going to the toilet.Based on this, Fang Yingzhen thought, he couldn't compare with Jiang Gan, and he had the nerve to say Jiang Gan.

cut.

Fang Yingzhen waved his hands and was about to enter the classroom when he was stopped by a girl.

"Fang Yingzhen," the girl ran all the way over and waved at him, "Do you still remember me, my name is Xiao Shan, I was in the same class as you in junior high school."

Xiao Shan?

Fang Yingzhen thought for a while, and it seemed that there was indeed such a classmate.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yingzhen asked.

"You don't remember me," Xiao Shan curled his lips, a little unhappy, "How long has it been since you graduated, and you've forgotten me?"

"No, I vaguely remember." Fang Yingzhen said honestly.

Xiao Shan smiled awkwardly: "Well, actually, I have something to give..."

Fang Yingzhen's eyes fell on her hand, a light blue envelope.

Oh good girl.

"I want to give..." Xiao Shan's face turned slightly red, and his voice became softer.

"Give it to me?" Fang Yingzhen interrupted her.

"Ah?" Xiao Shan was startled, shook his head and said, "No, no, no, it's not for you, no!"

Fang Yingzhen: "..."

It hurts.

Xiao Shan muttered for a while, and then mustered up the courage to hand the envelope to him: "Please help me give this card to Jiang Gan."

Fang Yingzhen took the envelope and watched Xiao Shan run away.

The co-author just made such a big circle, just to let him deliver a letter for Jiang Gan?

accurate.

Before Jiang Gan came, no matter what his looks, he couldn't be reduced to delivering letters for others, right?

Not happy, not happy, not happy!

Fang Yingzhen returned to his seat with a look of displeasure, and threw the envelope on Jiang Gan's desk.

Jiang Gan was sleeping, with half of his face buried in his arms, half of his face was hit by an envelope, and he woke up in a daze.

"Someone gave it to you, signed it, and you can't send it to the lost and found of the grade department." Said the back of the head in front.

The voice sounded rather unhappy.

Jiang Gan rubbed his eyes and tore open the envelope.

Merry Christmas, classmate Jiang Gan. I am Xiao Shan from the ninth class upstairs. You may not know me. I have been following you silently for a long time and want to say that you are really good......

Jiang Gan put the greeting card back into the envelope.

Fang Yingzhen held back for a while, but still couldn't help turning around.

Jiang Gan glanced at him and put the envelope on the table.

"Xiao Shan is pretty good-looking." Fang Yingzhen leaned closer and whispered.

Jiang Gan raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"What did you write?" Fang Yingzhen continued to ask in a low voice.

"It's not for you." Jiang Gan said.

Fang Yingzhen was even more upset.

Jiang Gan looked at him with an unhappy look, and for some reason he was in a very good mood.

"I accepted this letter for you," Fang Yingzhen pointed at him, "I won't accept it for you next time!"

"You don't need to accept it next time," Jiang Gan flipped open an exercise book, pressed the automatic pen and began to count the draft, "I'm not interested in women."

"..." Fang Yingzhen stared at him with wide eyes, and suddenly thought of the tall man who touched Jiang Gan's face at the door of BDP and then started fighting with Jiang Gan.

Jiang Gan wrote something calmly and ignored him.

Fang Yingzhen was stunned for a while before he realized, he stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Jiang Gan."

Jiang Gan ignored him.

"Jiang Gan!" Fang Yingzhen called him again.

Jiang Gan raised his head and glanced at him lazily.

"You..." Fang Yingzhen looked over at Shen Yan and Liang Zhi, they probably didn't hear him, so he leaned over again, "Are you serious just now?"

"So you're interested in men?" Fang Yingzhen asked.

Jiang Gan put down his pen and looked at him: "Did I say that?"

"Oh," Fang Yingzhen finally understood, and breathed a sigh of relief, "You mean you're not interested in people, right? I understand, I understand. Tsk, speak clearly and scare me..."

"Turn around, it's time for class." Jiang Gan said.

"Oh." Fang Yingzhen turned back embarrassingly.

In the afternoon, there is one political section, one technical section and two self-study sections.

Because technology is not learned by everyone in the class, those who have chosen technology courses have to go to the independent classroom upstairs to take classes with students in other classes who have chosen technology.

There are not many people who choose skills in the sixth class, Fang Yingzhen and Lin Chao are the two.The two walked upstairs holding technical textbooks.

"Which floor is the class on?" Lin Chao looked through his schedule, "The top floor."

"Is it raining?" Fang Yingzhen looked out the window of the corridor, "It didn't rain during the exercise, what a fart now."

"Your resentment these past few days must have grown a little bit." Lin Chao clicked his tongue.

The two arrived at the classroom slowly, Fang Yingzhen sat down and looked around, and found that Yuan Mao was also there.

"Why haven't I seen him take this class before? Why is he here?" Fang Yingzhen asked Lin Chao.

"Look at him." Lin Chao said.

Fang Yingzhen stretched his neck and looked towards Yuan Mao. There was a girl sitting beside Yuan Mao, with a bright smile on her face, talking to Yuan Mao.

"Accompany my girlfriend to class, understand?" Lin Chao said.

"There will be an exam next year. If he spends his time like this, he will definitely fail the exam." Fang Yingzhen shook his head.

"Yuan Mao's grades are not very good, but they are better than yours." Lin Chao nodded.

"Fuck your uncle!" Fang Yingzhen kicked him. "I saw it in the mid-term exam last time. He was on the same floor as me in the exam room. What does that mean? It means that the grades are just that good, right?"

"Okay, okay, okay." Lin Chao said for a while, "But don't provoke him, as I said last time, this person is weird, and he has a strong desire for revenge, anyway, try your best." Don't touch him."

"It's late, I just ran into it in the toilet." Fang Yingzhen said.

"Ah?" Lin Chao turned his head abruptly, "Are you arguing with him?"

Fang Yingzhen shook his head impatiently: "No, almost."

"He's a guy..." Lin Chao sighed, "It wasn't like this before, but after being pushed down the stairs when I was a child, it became like this."

"Why did you push him?" Fang Yingzhen asked.

"Then how would I know, but I heard from my dad that the person who pushed him seemed a little crazy, so he just ran into him." Lin Chao said.

33

Because Fang Yingzhen stopped to tie loose shoelaces on the way to the cafeteria after self-study, Fang Yingzhen missed the fried chicken legs in the cafeteria tonight.

"Smell it," Lin Chao sat across from him, and picked up a chopstick of leek, "This leek smells like fried chicken legs."

"Get out." Fang Yingzhen poked the rice on the plate very dissatisfied.

"Let me tell you something even more irritating, the junior high school of our attached high school, today