I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

In the north at the end of August, the sun is still scorching hot.

The sun spread down, and the temperature was so high that it seemed to melt people on the spot.

The air conditioner in the office of the mathematics group of the second year of high school is old, and the school sent an installer to replace it when the school was about to start.

In such a period of days without air conditioning, almost no teachers are willing to work overtime, and only the head teacher of the sophomore art class sits at his desk.

This dedicated head teacher is named Xu Qingzhou, and he will soon be the head teacher of the sophomore art class.

While blowing on his face with a small electric fan, he also held the fan to fan the wind. After a long sigh, he raised his head and asked, "Master, how long will it take for this air conditioner to be installed? There will be an important student's parent later." coming."

"It's coming soon!" The master replied without turning his head, as if he was also impatient with the heat: "Isn't this just pretending?"

Teacher Xu exhaled, took the water glass and was about to drink some water to moisten his smoky throat, but there was a knock on the door suddenly.

He quickly took a sip, coughed twice and straightened the collar of his polo shirt before answering, "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and a beautiful woman came in first.

At the age of more than 40, the makeup is exquisite, but it still cannot cover the fine lines around the eyes.

It seems that I don't worry much at ordinary times.

Xu Qingzhou smiled, stood up and greeted him: "Is it Cen Xiao's mother? Isn't Cen Xiao here?"

"Here we come." Meng Zhen walked forward with a smile on her face, but instead stretched her hand back, trying to pull Cen Xiao in, but it was in vain.

Looking back, she realized that Cen Xiao was leaning against the railing in the corridor and looking down, as if he didn't hear her.

"Ah Ya! Fu Ya! Wait for me!" A little chubby downstairs was holding a basketball, panting and howling, while chasing the person in front of him.

As a result, the people in front ignored him, like a little deaf and blind.

Cen Xiao's eyes fell on the top of the man's black hair, and he couldn't help but follow him forward.

"Xiao Xiao!" Meng Zhen came out of the office and scolded in a low voice.

She hastily grabbed him into the shade, "The sun is so poisonous, what if you get spots? You still have to rely on this face."

Cen Xiao didn't speak, but quietly looked away, and followed her into the office.

As soon as he entered the room with a cold face, Xu Qingzhou shivered suddenly, feeling that the surroundings became cooler for no reason.

Touching his little Mediterranean head, he couldn't help but doubt whether the master installed an air conditioner or a freezer.

"Cen Xiao, isn't it?" Xu Qingzhou put down his fan, and approached with a smile: "I watched your performance of "Chasing the Devil" when I was young."

As soon as the words fell, Cen Xiao looked at him strangely: "What?"

Teacher Xu was taken aback, and quickly changed his words: "No, no, ah, I'm a little nervous when I see a big star, and I'm sorry. I watched you play "Chasing the Devil" when you were a child, and that little Erlang did a great job!"

"Thank you, teacher." Cen Xiao was used to this kind of earnest gaze, and at this moment his face was calm, and he didn't feel flustered, only the corners of his mouth were slightly raised politely and rigidly.

Seeing this, Xu Qingzhou nodded in satisfaction.

This child has a calm temper and will become a great weapon!

Thinking of this, Xu Qingzhou's face was wrinkled, as if he saw the dawn of the future of the art class: "Is Cen Xiao preparing to take the Huadu Film Academy? I heard that the performance class is very good?"

When she praised her son, Meng Zhen almost burst into a smile.

She covered her mouth and said with a smile: "What's the use of acting classes? His cultural classes are almost worrying me to death."

"That's nothing to worry about, don't worry." Xu Qingzhou waved his hand, "Our Dejia High School art class's culture class is one of the best in the province, don't worry."

"Then I'll trouble Teacher Xu to take care of us, Cen Xiao." Meng Zhen smiled politely: "I've been filming with him before and didn't finish the formalities, so let's go through the formalities first? See you, Teacher Xu."

After speaking, Meng Zhen was ready to drag Cen Xiao out.

I tugged at his arm, but he didn't budge.

Meng Zhen asked suspiciously, "Xiaoxiao?"

As if he didn't hear her, Cen Xiao lowered his eyes and stared at a signed parental letter on Xu Qingzhou's desk: "Teacher, can you give me a copy of this?"

Both Xu Qingzhou and Meng Zhen were startled.

"Application for accommodation?" Xu Qingzhou took a blank notice in a daze, "Do you want to stay?"

"Yeah." Cen Xiao took it without changing his expression, and nodded, "I heard that De Jia is a boarding school."

"That's what you say," Xu Qingzhou subconsciously glanced at Meng Zhen, "Isn't it inconvenient for you to be in this position?"

Cen Xiao didn't make a sound, just took out the pen from the pen container, filled out the letter to the parents, and handed it to Meng Zhen.

"Xiao Xiao," Meng Zhen frowned disapprovingly, and said in a low voice, "How can you live in a dormitory with someone else, you are..."

Seeing that she disagreed, Cen Xiao didn't say anything, and signed "Cen Bing" on the parent's signature place.

Before finishing the last half of the word, Meng Zhen snatched the paper and signed her name.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xu, Cen Xiao is relatively independent." Meng Zhen seemed to feel embarrassed, and after wiping off the cold sweat on her forehead with the slender and delicate manicure tip, she explained: "Now that I'm grown up, I want to try living in a dormitory."

"Ah yes, yes, the child has grown up, I understand and I understand." Xu Qingzhou withdrew his gaze from wandering between their mother and child, and gave her a step down.

"Then let's go through the formalities first. See you, Mr. Xu." Meng Zhen ended the embarrassing conversation with a stiff mouth.

After completing the transfer procedures and leaving the school, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Cen Xiao stood by Meng Zhen's car door for a while, then suddenly reached out and opened the rear door.

"Why don't you take the co-pilot?" Meng Zhen seemed very dissatisfied with his behavior, "Mom has something to tell you."

Cen Xiao ignored it and just said, "The back row is spacious."

"Sit at the front." Meng Zhen's tone was uncompromising.

However, Cen Xiao did not respond.

"What's the matter with you kid? I can't call you anymore, can I?" Meng Zhen got off the driver's seat and opened the rear door, trying to drag him out.

"You even care about where I sit?" Cen Xiao frowned slightly, and looked at her impatiently: "Do you even have to care when I die?"

These words seemed to break the string that had been tense in Meng Zhen's mind.

With a "snap", the string broke, and a crisp slap sound followed instantly.

Meng Zhen put down her hands, her chest heaved a lot faster in anger, and said incoherently: "Who taught you to speak like this? Just now you almost signed that person's name, I haven't settled with you yet, are you still motivated?"

A reddish palm print faintly appeared on Cen Xiao's left face.

He didn't rub or touch, and he still sat quietly as if nothing happened.

Just look away and protest silently.

Meng Zhen knew that he would not respond, so she could only go back to the driver's seat angrily, slap her and then give a candy: "Xiaoxiao, mom didn't want to hit you, you know, mom has nothing, only you , how can you say such depressing words?"

Amidst Meng Zhen's nagging, the car finally moved.

Cen Xiao still didn't speak, and turned his gaze out of the window.

Not knowing if it was fate or what, Cen Xiao saw the fat man holding the basketball again on the side of the road.

And the little deaf-blind.

This was the first time Cen Xiao saw the face of little deaf blind.

The skin is fair, and the figure is slender. It seems that he has just finished exercising, and a sports hairband can be vaguely seen under the thin bangs.

He has the usual vigor of a boy of this age, and also has a bit of a naughty air.

It's different from Cen Xiao.

"Xiaoxiao, are you listening?"

Encountering a red light ahead, Meng Zhen stopped the car and said again: "Your mother who lives in school can't take care of you, so when you live in a dormitory, you must be careful of your roommates and don't let them take pictures of you." Send out photos that shouldn't be taken, and you have to pay attention to your words and deeds, what you do in front of the camera, what you do in private..."

Before she finished speaking, Cen Xiao rarely interrupted her: "Mom, don't you think the cart is putting the cart before the horse?"

"what?"

"It should be what it is usually, and what it should be in front of the camera."

This remark sounded like a joke to Meng Zhen: "How is it possible? Who would like your lifeless look now? Your fans like your smile, don't you all know that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the green light in front turned on.

Meng Zhen turned her head back to start the car, but her mouth still didn't stop.

Her nagging was repeated in her ears——

"You are like this..."

"Who would like you?"

Hearing this, Cen Xiao had a headache and frowned.

He turned his head suddenly and glanced out the window, as if observing the surrounding vehicles.

Finally, the moment the car started, he suddenly opened the door and jumped down.

With a heavy muffled "bang", the rear door was slammed shut by him.

Meng Zhen was taken aback, and after realizing it, she screamed out the window: "Xiao Xiao!"

However, Cen Xiao quickly crossed the crosswalk and ran to the other side of the road as if he was dying.

The curses of other drivers gradually rose in the ears: "You are looking for death?!"

With the horn of the car behind her, Meng Zhen suddenly realized——

This young man who has always been silent is running in the opposite direction with her, drifting away.

……

Cen Xiao ran to a secluded place, took out the mask in his pocket, and covered the faint palm print on his face.

He wandered aimlessly around Dejia High School for a long time until it was dark.

The summer night wind brought a touch of unbearable dryness, and passers-by on the road wished they could get into the air-conditioned room.

But Cen Xiao enjoyed this quiet and undisturbed atmosphere very much.

He was about to find a small restaurant to eat when the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly.

When Meng Zhen called, Cen Xiao glanced at it and hung up immediately.

Just now I felt that the fresh air suddenly became turbid.

Cen Xiao was about to put the phone back into his pocket when his mother's text message popped up again——

【Cen Xiao, am I letting you go too much?What do you want to do without going home for so long? 】

Cen Xiao lowered his eyes, moved his fingertips, and deleted the text message.

Just after deleting, there was suddenly a sound of pushing and talking in the dark and dim alley beside him——

"Do you know who is behind me?"

"Does Fu Zhun, Dejia's first brother, know? Are you afraid?"

"So the protection fee hasn't been paid yet? Two hundred, hurry up."

The other person's voice was a little timid, mixed with careful discussion: "I only have one hundred and fifty meals a week..."

"Stop coming!" The man seemed unconvinced, "Don't think I don't know your two hundred and five! Hurry up and stop bawling!"

Then there was a rustling sound of pockets being turned.

The man seemed to have succeeded, and walked out of the alley leisurely with a stack of colorful change.

When passing by Cen Xiao, he paused and looked him up and down——

Although it is tall, it looks very thin, so it should be easy to grab.

So the man directly raised his hand and pushed Cen Xiao: "You too, are you still looking? Pay the protection fee, two hundred."

Cen Xiao: "?"

He glanced at the silly-looking gangster in front of him, and asked expressionlessly, "What?"

"Qian, don't you understand? Don't think about suing the teacher, or I'll find someone to stop you." The man repeated the line again and again: "Do you know who is behind me? Dejia's first brother Fu Zhun knows Are you scared?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

So what kind of evil force is this Fu Zhun?

Cen Xiao didn't bother to deal with such little bastards, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

But the man seemed to believe that he was rich, and immediately raised his hand and grabbed his arm: "Don't try to run away! Be careful, I'll ask Fu Zhun to block you—oh shit!"

Before he finished speaking, Cen Xiao grabbed his arm with his backhand and dragged him directly into the alley.

This person was also unlucky, he bumped into the muzzle of Cen Xiao's gun.

He is in a bad mood now, this little bastard is here to give away his head, and he will not beat him for nothing.

"Ouch! Brother! Stop hitting, stop hitting!"

"I'll give you money! Is it okay if I give you money instead!"

"Ouch!"

"Woo... Believe it or not, I asked Fu Zhun to block you! Ouch!"

Familiar howls came out from the alley, attracting the attention of an enthusiastic passer-by, Mr. Fu.

He had just come out of the Internet cafe, and when he passed the alley, he couldn't help but stop.

He was so familiar with this voice, it was exactly the same as when his cousin Qian Zhaoyang was being chased and beaten by his mother with a fly swatter.

As if with great interest, Fu Zhun lazily leaned to the side of the alley, watching the wonderful fight inside.

With the help of the street lights at the end, he could barely see the figure of the suspect——

He is tall and thin, but his explosive power is not small.

Qian Zhaoyang, who was pushed to the ground by him, looked like a poor little chick.

Seeing that cousin who humiliated him every day was wailing, Fu Zhun couldn't help but came to the cheerleading team three times——

"Cow."

"Fantastic."

"Amazing."

By the way, he blew a whistle as a compliment: "Come on."

After Cen Xiao in the alley learned the lesson, he stopped in time.

He glanced at the little bastard lying on the ground crying, patted the ashes off his body, turned and left.

When he reached the entrance of the alley, Cen Xiao realized that someone had seen the fight just now.

He subconsciously tightened the edge of the mask, and casually glanced at the man——

Oh, that handsome little deaf-blind.

Fu Zhun raised his eyebrows when he saw him looking over.

The two just stood at the entrance of the alley inexplicably and stared at each other for a few seconds.

In the end, it was Fu Zhun who broke the weird silence. He patted Cen Xiao on the shoulder: "Brother, this wave of eliminating harm for the people is amazing. On behalf of Quan Dejia, I would like to express my sincere thanks to you."

"?" Cen Xiao's indifferent brows and eyes finally showed some waves.

After the fight, he felt relieved all over his body, his mood was a little clear, and he was rarely happy, so he answered casually: "Do you have a grudge against him?"

"Ah, actually, I don't have any serious grudges." Fu Zhun pretended to have a sad face, and waved his hands, as if he had been bullied and dared not speak up.

Cen Xiao understood.

Probably because of the "Fu Zhun's evil force" behind that person, so he dared not speak up.

Probably because I met him several times today, it was considered fate, Cen Xiao had a rare good-tempered chat: "Are you afraid of the man named Fu Zhun behind him?"

"Huh?" Fu Zhun paused and blinked, "Ah, yes."

"This kind of evil forces on campus," Cen Xiao gave him advice in a serious manner: "Let the teacher coordinate as soon as possible."

Just when he was still thinking about how to get this little deaf-blind man to overthrow the "evil forces of Fu Zhun", he saw this man suddenly leaning in front of him, and said, "I can't complain about this situation."

"why?"

"Because of my name."

"?"

"Your name?" Cen Xiao looked at him inexplicably: "What's your name?"

Then he heard the man in front of him blowing a dark wind mysteriously like he was telling a ghost story, and said with a serious face——

"My name is Fu Zhun."

Cen Xiao: "..."