I seem to have a crush on the little follower

Tang Le suffered from insomnia today, and he kept his eyes open in the dark.

Not only because grandma got into a fight with someone when school was over in the afternoon, but more because of the first day of school tomorrow.

To be honest, he was very nervous, he didn't know where to look when he was sitting on the seat nervously, and he didn't dare to ask more questions. On the train, his mother kept telling him: Don't say anything in the city. Foul language, beware of other people's jokes.

So he didn't dare to ask any questions, for fear that someone would say out of nowhere: Old hat!

He moved, turned sideways, and pressed his chest against his mother's arm.

This rental house is only more than [-] square meters, barely fit two single beds, the cooking pot is placed opposite the writing desk, and the writing desk is placed at the end of the bed, Tang Le usually sits at the end of his bed to do homework.

"Oh." He sighed in the dark.

"Da Le, are you awake?" Mom suddenly turned her head and asked in a low voice.

Tang Le said, "I'm awake."

"Come."

Mother sat up lightly, and looked at the movement of grandma on the opposite bed. After hearing her steady snoring, she slowly got out of bed, put her mouth next to Tang Le's ear, and whispered softly. Said: "Come down, let's talk outside the door."

Tang Le paused, nodded and said, "Okay."

He followed his mother tiptoe past grandma's bed, opened the door with very little movement and came to the entrance corridor.

Mom opened the door ajar and pressed it lightly with a brick, leaving no gaps.

It was pitch black outside the house, only the halo of neon lights on the far horizon reminded him that he was in the city now.

This alley is a bit bleak in the early morning. The thin clothes floating outside the corridor and the dusty walls make the whole alley look like a village in the city, desolate and poor, as if forgotten by the whole city.

"What's the matter, mom, why did you run out in the middle of the night." He rubbed his arms and looked up at his mother.

Her hair was loosely tied with a rubber band, and her face was a little haggard, but she could vaguely see the beautiful and pretty shadow of her youth, but she didn't know why, but the speed of aging was so fast.

Mom quickly fumbled for something in her trouser pocket, and looked back at the door vigilantly.

She stuffed something into Tang Le's hand. Tang Le was stunned for a moment, and rubbed the thing in his hand. It was like a crumpled piece of paper. He was about to take it apart when his mother grabbed his hand and put it in his hand. The ball of paper was stuffed into his trouser pocket, and he whispered.

"Go back first, be careful when your grandma wakes up, and you can read it when you go to school tomorrow morning. Remember, the things on it, and the fact that your mother gave you a note, don't let your grandma know, the note must be It’s best to keep it well, and it’s best to memorize it.” Mom said.

Tang Le looked puzzled, but nodded obediently.

Mom looked at the door again, and her voice suddenly trembled: "Da Le, you are fifteen this year, you should be sensible, it took you a long time to come to the city, and you can help mom with some things."

"Mom?" He was a little confused.

"It's okay." Mom wiped her eyes with the back of her hand: "When the time comes, Mom will take you home."

"Mom, I want to study, and I don't want to go back to the mountains." Tang Le frowned.

"If you don't go back to the mountains, mom will take you home, let's go home." Mom said softly.

Tang Le was a little dizzy, and it seemed that his mother might have lost her mind again, and started talking nonsense, so he had no choice but to reassure her, and the two went back into the house. Fortunately, grandma was not awakened by the sound.

He lay on the bed again, but his heart was trembling, he poked his bulging trouser pocket with his fingers, and lay down for a long time before falling asleep.

When he woke up the next day, his mother had already left, the room was empty, and there was still a wrinkled two yuan on the table at the end of the bed, which should be the breakfast money his grandma left him.

He quickly washed up, put on the clothes he wore yesterday, bought a bag of soy milk worth RMB [-] at the alley, put it warm in his pocket, carefully folded up the remaining fifty cents, and stuffed it in the back of his schoolbag. innermost layer.

The teacher in charge said that he had to arrange the sanitation duty area on the campus this morning, and he had to be in the class before seven o'clock. He ran so fast that he slipped in before the teacher entered the classroom.

There were not many people in the classroom. Tang Le sat awkwardly on the seat. He stuffed the soy milk into the drawer and touched it with some anxiety. Fortunately, it was still hot.

"At the same table, is your name Tang Le?" A neutral girl's voice sounded beside her, and she looked at the list she had just received from the teacher in her hand.

Tang Le turned her head in a panic, and looked at the girl with the ponytail: "Yes, Tang Le."

The girl paused and frowned: "Aren't you a local?"

He immediately looked away: "Yes, I am from another county."

The girl nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She stood up and said to the students behind the whole group: "Students in the first group, we will sweep the floor this week, and the class teacher asked us to gather downstairs."

"understood."

The people behind all got up when they heard the sound. On the first day of school, everyone went downstairs obediently and quickly.

The campus of Tangkou Experimental Middle School is not very big, but it has complete facilities. The area assigned to Class [-] and [-] is the area under the two basketball hoops. As far as the table tennis case next to it, Tang Le walked to Get a broom aside.

As soon as his hand grabbed a broom, it was quickly pulled away from the other side.

Tang Le raised his head and looked in that direction suspiciously.

Seeing his gaze, the boy raised his eyebrows without any fear, revealing a triangular haircut shaved on the side, and he said disdainfully: "Look what, what big broom is the little guy holding? It's so slow to sweep." , go over there to get the dustpan, come over and fill me with garbage."

"Oh."

Tang Le responded, and obediently got up to get the dustpan.

He picked one of the last two dustpans left, sighed, and followed behind the hulking boy.

Tang Le leaned helplessly on the basketball hoop for a long time. Not far away, Fan Xingchen was chasing and fighting with some boys, and the broom he had just swung in his hand was snatched from him.

It had been quite a while, and the three of them were only focused on playing, and there was still a lot of fallen leaves on the ground, which really gave him a headache.

"Student, why don't you give me the broom? I'll sweep it." Tang Le thought for a while, but summoned up his courage and shouted.

Fan Xingchen stopped his movements when he heard the sound, and smiled playfully. He walked over with big strides, followed by those boys, the hem of the school uniform was lifted by the fan, and he looked like a mafia boss.

Tang Le was a little dazed for a moment, but inexplicably, the figure of the boy who fought with his grandma yesterday flashed through his mind.

That boy probably behaved like this in school, probably no less than the person in front of him, so it was best not to run into him.

In a daze, Fan Xingchen walked up to him.

"Yo, little carrot, what did I tell you just now?" Fan Xingchen suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed him. Tang Le couldn't bear it and almost sat on the ground. He continued: "I told you, take the dustpan That's enough, why are you so stubborn? Huh? Still shouting, yelling a few times, for fear that the team leader won't hear you? Are you looking for trouble for me?"

Fan Xingchen threw away the broom and pressed forward every step of the way. On the first day of school, it was as if he had vowed to build up his prestige in the first and fifth classes of high school. But it happened that Tang Le happened to be the live target of this unlucky reminder.

"No." Tang Le tried to defend: "I just want to finish scanning quickly..."

Fan Xingchen didn't intend to listen to him at all, he glanced at the playground out of the corner of his eye, the young female head teacher was standing in the teaching building, too far away to hear anything.

He smiled, raised his palms, and a wave of palms fanned Tang Le's face. The bangs on his forehead moved. Fan Xingchen gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Be careful."

Tang Le's breathing became tense and he didn't speak.

As soon as he finished speaking, a hoarse teaser came from behind Fan Xingchen.

"Oh shit, Fan Xingchen, you're here to scare the freshmen on the first day of school, why are you pretending to be awesome!"

The boys behind Fan Xingchen dodged in response, leaving a two-meter-wide gap. Two tall boys approached. Fan Xingchen's expression changed suddenly. He frowned as if he had eaten shit. After cursing "fuck", he turned around.

Tang Le looked up, and happened to meet the eyes of one of the boys with his hands in the pockets of the red school uniform.

……

It was the boy from yesterday.

He's a little big, on the first day of school, is there such a good thing as watching two gangsters fight for free?There is another one who can be regarded as an old acquaintance.

Tang Le sighed, and silently stood a little further away.

When Zhou Fan saw that it was Tang Le who was being yelled at by Fan Xingchen, he felt a bit of scorn in his heart. He unconsciously looked at the Band-Aid from the corner of his eye. He really did something wrong.

But what he didn't expect was that the crazy grandson of the crazy old lady was actually a coward, and even a fool like Fan Xingchen was scared to death.

Zhou Fan's eyes quickly scanned Tang Le from top to bottom, and finally fell on his somewhat worn black sneakers.

I don't know if he has reservations about his madness, or if he is really a weak chicken.

Zhou Fan's nose snorted, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

Fan Xingchen was a little furious, he thought Zhou Fan's disdainful smile was for him, and he was so annoyed immediately, his short black hair seemed to explode: "Are you two sick? I can't get over it, you don't care who I scare, whoever I like to scare, it's none of your business!"

The owner of the hoarse voice just now was standing beside Zhou Fan. He was dressed in a casual denim jacket with a school uniform on it. Only his hair was dyed an eye-catching yellow. He was the brother Zhou Fan mentioned yesterday, Xie Haotian.

Xie Haotian smiled, stepped forward and put his arms around Fan Xingchen's neck, and he was pressed down a bit: "Yoyo, old classmate, I care about you, I opened and closed my mouth a few times, are you looking for something?"

"Care a little bit, you two first take care of the review under the national flag for a while!" Fan Xingchen gritted his teeth and said.

"Hey, isn't it just a self-criticism? It was just a fight with the principal yesterday. We are not afraid of reading two pages, let alone shaking like you last time." Xie Haotian smiled even more happily. Glistening in the sun.

"Sieve some chaff." Fan Xingchen was so annoyed to the extreme, he shook off Xie Haotian's hand, looked at Zhou Fan, and pointed at Tang Le who had already hidden behind the basketball hoop: "Is this guy also yours? "

Tang Le was called by name suddenly, and everyone looked over in unison, and he couldn't help swallowing.

Fan Xingchen said again, and the voice was a little softer at the end: "If it's your man, just say a word, and I will stay away from him in the future, lest you fucking trouble me again, and you will be annoyed to death."

Zhou Fan's gaze fell on Tang Le in response, but he only stayed there for a few seconds before leaving.

"I don't know you." Zhou Fan said calmly.

Tang Le breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he felt strange in his heart.

Fan Xingchen became furious when he heard the sound, and he was about to go up to fight with his fists: "Fuck, your mother, if it's your people, you're fucking looking for me, are you out of your mind!"

Zhou Fan immediately squinted his eyes, and clenched his fists.

Fan Xingchen had been against him for a year, so he naturally knew that he had offended him in this sentence, but in front of the new classmates in the new class, he couldn't admit it.

"Why, I just said it, what else do you want, fuck your mother!" Fan Xingchen yelled.

Zhou Fan tilted his head, and there was a creaking sound from his joints. He slowly stepped forward, shook his head and said, "You don't save yourself any face?"

Seeing his approaching terrifying gaze, Fan Xingchen shrank immediately. From the corner of his eye, he looked at Tang Le and other students who were watching the excitement not far away, and said in a low voice: "If you have the ability, you can have a fight with me after school. What are you going to do!"

"Okay."

Zhou Fan raised his eyes and glanced at the classmates who were secretly watching not far away, and sneered a little disdainfully, just as he didn't have the time to spend with him, so he followed his wishes.

He smiled and patted Fan Xingchen's shoulder, causing him to tilt sideways: "06:30, see you there or leave, I'm sorry if you're late, I still have things to do."

"I know." Fan Xingchen said bitterly.

After finishing speaking, he pushed the two of them away and walked out, and the boys who followed quickly followed after seeing this.

But before Fan Xingchen took two steps, he was caught by the oncoming dean, and he ran away reflexively.

"Fan Xingchen! Why are you running! Yesterday I told you to shave off your bald donkey's rocket head, why is it still there today!" the dean roared angrily.

"Forget." His voice dropped a bit.

"Forgot? I'll call your dad to see if you still forget!"

"I'll cut it! I'll cut it after school in the afternoon!"

"Push."

Tang Le, who was behind the basketball hoop, saw this scene clearly, and he laughed out loud, causing Zhou Fan to turn his head.

He coughed in embarrassment.

Logically speaking, the two of them should be regarded as enemies. Tang Le did not expect that after such a fatal fight, the first meeting with him would be in such a situation, and the other party could be regarded as doing him a favor.

Coupled with grandma's unreasonable behavior yesterday, he already owes the boy in front of him two favors.

Tang Le spoke with some difficulty, and lowered his head slightly: "Thank you."

But when he raised his head, Zhou Fan only left a faint gaze, and then turned around and walked towards the teaching building with the yellow-haired boy. His back was slender and tall in the red school uniform.

This person didn't even say a word of politeness, it was too rude.

Tang Le walked out from behind the basketball hoop in embarrassment, but yes, grandma made such a big mess for him and even scratched his face, so it was only right for him to hold a grudge against him.

Just now I heard the yellow hair say that they had a fight with the principal...

It seems that he is really a gangster who is not easy to mess with.

Tang Le shook his shoulders, forget it, anyway, he has already thanked him, and whether he accepts it or not is his own business.

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