I seem to have a crush on the little follower

Tang Le also froze for a moment when he heard Zhou Fan's name.

But he figured it out in a blink of an eye, half an hour after school, it was the time when he was pushing the cart from Sanliu Alley to sell skewers, so it was not surprising that he passed by here now.

Tang Le gradually moved his elbows away from his face, revealing his eyes, passing through Fan Xingchen and the two boys, and falling on Zhou Fan.

He saw that behind Zhou Fan was the familiar crimson car, and skewers wrapped in plastic wrap were still placed in the car.Zhou Fan was still dressed in black. His black hair was hooped up by a thumb-width dark blue sweat-absorbing headband, revealing deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge. This time the black T-shirt was different in that there was a small smiley stick figure.

Adding a tick to the two vertical lines looks really stupid.

"Fuck me." Fan Xingchen turned around and saw that it was Zhou Fan, one head and two big in an instant, and cursed in a low voice.

"What a coincidence, Fan Xingchen." Zhou Fan folded his hands on his chest, smiling like a fool.

"What a coincidence." Fan Xingchen supported the ground with his hands and stood up: "Didn't you say that this person is not yours, why are you meddling in your own business!"

"That's what you said wrong. I always like to take care of your business." Zhou Fan smiled, as if you had nothing to do with me, and he continued: "And you didn't ask me Is he one of my people recently? The times are improving, brother!"

Fan Xingchen was at a loss for words, he turned his head and glared at Tang Le bitterly.

Seeing the frightened expression on Zhou Fan's face, Tang Le felt an inexplicable sense of security in his heart. It was obvious that the other party had a ruffian and unreliable smile, but there was an outrageous sense of peace of mind.

Fan Xingchen was obviously irritated, he walked up to Zhou Fan two or three times, but before he could speak, Zhou Fan spoke first.

The corner of Zhou Fan's mouth twitched: "By the way, I have something to do at 06:30 today, so I can't go to the back mountain."

Fan Xingchen was taken aback when he heard the sound, his face was embarrassed when his thoughts were seen through, and then he gritted his teeth bitterly, in front of Tang Le and Zhao Qian, he really couldn't afford to lose this person, so he said: "Who said we're going to the back mountain! "

"I didn't mean to say it's the best, but I just want to remind you." After Zhou Fan finished speaking, he quietly looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Damn it." Fan Xingchen cursed, he took a deep breath, and looked at Zhou Fan: "Okay, what do you want, just say it."

Zhou Fan laughed, and walked directly through the three of them towards Tang Le and Zhao Qian. The two boys following Fan Xingchen backed away to make way for him. He stretched out his hand and lifted the two of them off the ground Fished up.

Tang Le said in a low voice: "Thank you."

Zhou Fan lowered his eyes and stared at his side face quietly for a few seconds, then did not speak, but took out two pieces of toilet paper from his trouser pocket and handed them to the two of them. Nosebleeds around the nose.

"Old rules, let's fight one-on-one, first admit cowardly and apologize."

Zhou Fan raised his head, put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall, with one foot pointing in front of him, and the other foot as the center of gravity, tilting his head and looking at Fan Xingchen: "Quick battle, I'm very busy."

"Don't..." Tang Le said hastily.

"Stay away, don't make trouble." Zhou Fan quickly interrupted him, and raised his hand to push Tang Le and Zhao Qian away.

As soon as the words fell, Fan Xingchen rushed forward in a stride.

Seeing this, Zhou Fan hurriedly turned sideways to avoid his fist, and his fist hit the brick wall, rubbing off several pieces of wall dust that were not firm, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Seeing Zhou Fan dodge, Fan Xingchen tried his best to seize the opportunity to attack. His punches were disorderly but powerful, and they went straight to Zhou Fan's nose.

Zhou Fan formed fists with both hands, facing himself with the palms of his hands, while retreating as Fan Xingchen approached, while relying on the strength of his arms to smoothly block his punches, like holding two baffles used in training.

Fan Xingchen became more and more annoyed when he saw him receiving punches without saying a word. The left and right pincers hit quickly, and the muffled sound of fists hitting the flesh echoed in the narrow alley. But Zhou Fan didn't lose his footing at all, he stared at Fan Xingchen's fists intently, as if he could predict the direction of his punching, quickly pressed down with his arms, and blocked most of the force .

After a while, Fan Xingchen finally got tired of playing, Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes, and the opportunity came.

Zhou Fan suddenly turned around with his toes as the center, kicked on the back of his feet, stabilized his body, and stopped Fan Xingchen from the middle at the moment of Fan Xingchen's next tired punch, and quickly caught him with one hand. Hold his elbow, while the other hand pushes hard on the upper arm.

There was a muffled sound, and with Fan Xingchen's wailing, his right arm hung down limply, limp like a piece of dead flesh.

"Damn Zhou Fan, you're so ruthless!" Fan Xingchen yelled while protecting his dislocated arm with one hand.

Zhou Fan sneered when he heard the sound, and he suddenly put away his original smile that seemed to be indifferent to anything, and his face turned cold, which made Fan Xingchen scream inwardly.

The two had been fighting against each other for more than a year, and it was also the first time he saw Zhou Fan showing such a serious expression when he was fighting with him. He usually had a playful expression, which made him fight hard enough. Every time, he didn't suffer too many injuries by admitting cowardice, but this time in front of the two freshmen, Fan Xingchen really didn't have the face to admit this cowardly so quickly.

"The more ruthless ones haven't come yet." Zhou Fan raised the corner of his mouth.

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Fan clenched his right hand into a fist, leaned over to accumulate strength, then raised his body suddenly and raised his arm, a professional uppercut slammed into Fan Xingchen's nose. Two seconds later, a bright red The blood flowed down.

Fan Xingchen froze for a moment, feeling the pain was long overdue, he covered his nose with a painful expression, Zhou Fan glanced at Tang Le who had already wiped his nosebleed, and turned his gaze back in an instant, he was angry He licked the corner of his mouth, moved his wrist, and said, "Remember, it's useless to use brute force when punching."

After all, Zhou Fan swung his waist, and another left swing fist hit him firmly on the right side of the face. Before Fan Xingchen had time to defend himself, he was a little dazed by the blow, and staggered back with stares in his eyes. a few steps.

Zhou Fan's two fists collided with each other: "Also, remember to use your waist and abdomen hard."

He moved his feet, pressed his toes firmly against a protruding brick on the ground, and suddenly punched Fan Xingchen on the left side of the face, causing him to turn to the right and straighten his body. Fan Xingchen, staring blankly, snorted coldly: "Don't forget to stand on your back."

Fan Xingchen shook his head, shaking away the golden light in front of him, and then looked at Zhou Fan with vicious eyes again, but Zhou Fan's blind retreat just now made him exhausted all his strength, and he endured a series of beatings It made him a little bit overwhelmed, his head was buzzing for a long time, he gritted his teeth resentfully, and didn't speak.

The two boys standing on the side stomped their feet anxiously and kept winking at Fan Xingchen in an attempt to break the rules. They sneaked up on Zhou Fan from behind and pinched him back and forth. Fan Xingchen squinted his eyes indiscriminately, signaling his agreement .

The two boys hurriedly took advantage of Zhou Fan's approaching Fan Xingchen, and sneaked up behind him.

Not far away, Tang Lezheng and Zhao Qian were hiding behind the trash can worriedly, and kept looking this way. He originally wanted to call the police, but after being persuaded by Zhao Qian, he gave up.

After all, if there is a fight, Zhou Fan will also be implicated if he is punished. Seeing Zhou Fan's strong strength, Tang Le is relieved a lot, but he has been hanging on his heart, worrying that if he has something good or bad, he will hold him tightly. Clenching his fists, seeing the sneaky two, Tang Le suddenly rushed out from behind the trash can as if he had been hit with a sap, and shouted to this side:

"Zhou Fan! Behind!"

After finishing speaking, the two boys paused, but they couldn't be too scrupled, so they rushed up to hold him down, but after hearing Tang Le's reminder, Zhou Fan quickly lowered his head without thinking for a second. He turned around and rolled directly to the other side to avoid the sneak attack of the two.

Seeing this, Tang Le breathed a sigh of relief, and patted his chest with his hands on the edge of the trash can.

The two boys rushed to the ground, and bumped into each other, screaming in pain. Fan Xingchen felt annoyed, and went forward to pull them up in embarrassment, cursing secretly twice.

Zhou Fan stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and looked at him contemptuously: "Fan Xingchen, are you starting to play this trick?"

"My mother..." Fan Xingchen choked up suddenly, not knowing what to say.

"Apologize."

Zhou Fan was too lazy to talk to him, wiped his nose, and pointed to Tang Le who was standing not far away and Zhao Qian who was walking towards him.

Fan Xingchen gritted his teeth, but he still had to admit cowardice in front of Zhou Fan, not to mention that he used dirty tricks in order to win this time. If it spread, he would lose face. He swallowed, his voice was like a mosquito Hum: "I'm sorry."

"Can't hear you!" Zhou Fan raised his voice when he saw this, and roared out.

"Fuck, I'm sorry!" Fan Xingchen yelled after hearing the sound.

Zhou Fan nodded, squinted his eyes and looked at Fan Xingchen who bent over to pick up his coat on the ground, and said quietly: "I hope that when I see you next time, your punching method will improve."

Fan Xingchen paused when he heard the sound, cursed angrily in a low voice, shook off the dust on his coat twice, and left with the two boys cursing.

Zhou Fan looked at his back as he fled in great strides, and sneered.

Zhou Fan looked at his clothes left and right. It was okay, but his right elbow was a little bit torn, and the rest was dust. It should be fine after going back to wash it. He patted the dirt up and down again before walking in. He stopped the small car parked at the side, clapped his hands, and prepared to push the small car to continue walking.

"That..." Seeing this, Tang Le hurriedly picked up his schoolbag from the trash can, ran over to Xiao Xiao with his arms in his arms, and bowed squarely to him: "Thank you."

Zhou Fan was taken aback by his sudden bow, paused, and said after two seconds: "That? Didn't you know my name just now?"

Tang Le was a little embarrassed when he heard the sound, and he said with some embarrassment: "I heard what others said."

"I'm already so famous?" Zhou Fan smiled, the same naughty smile just now.

"Ah."

Tang Le didn't know what to reply to his narcissism, so he nodded.

Seeing that he was silent again, Zhou Fan suddenly remembered something, parked the car again, turned around and looked at him solemnly: "What about you, I don't know your name yet."

Tang Le hesitated at the sound, but before he had time to think, the schoolbag in his arms was snatched away like a bandit.

"Hey……"

Tang Le hurriedly reached out to grab it, and before he could grab it, Zhou Fan had already pulled out a chemistry homework book from it.

Zhou Fan looked at the column of the name, looked at the neat strokes of two characters, raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at him, and asked, "Your name is Tang Le?"

"Tang Le." Tang Le said.

Zhou Fan paused for a moment, then laughed out loud: "I usually hear you speak without an accent."

"..."

Tang Le couldn't help but rolled his eyes. He didn't bother to explain this matter, so he said hastily: "The one above is written for the teacher's approval. I'm talking about Tang, the sound of "Happy Candy" candy."

"Oh, that's it." Zhou Fan suddenly realized, looked at the primary school student's font on the notebook, smiled, and smiled like a star in a pictorial: "Your name is quite funny, Tang Le, you can enjoy it if you give it candy. "

"..."

Tang Le was really chilled by his cold humor, shivered, and didn't answer.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, brother is going to earn money." Zhou Fan smiled, waved his hands and said, and then pushed the cart to leave.

"Hey wait!" Tang Le called to stop him.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fan turned his head.

"I... owe you a lot of favors. I have to repay you with something. It seems that people in the city invite dinner. Although I can't afford it, if you can accept pancakes, you can..." Tang Le said with some embarrassment, his voice became smaller and smaller.

It was the first time Zhou Fan saw him say so many words at once, he was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled in an instant.Sure enough, he is a child with high self-esteem. If he refuses in this situation, it will definitely make him feel even more uncomfortable.

Zhou Fan thought for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "There is no need for pancakes, just eat sugar."

"What candy?" Tang Le asked.

"It's up to you, I don't choose, I will eat whatever you buy." Zhou Fan smiled, and he raised his hand to grab a handful of hair.

"Okay." Tang Le said.

"Well, see you later." Zhou Fan chuckled.

Tang Le nodded, and stood there blankly watching him push the car out of sight.

Seeing Zhou Fan walking away, Zhao Qian dared to come up. He patted Tang Le on the shoulder and said, "Are you familiar with Zhou Fan?"

Tang Le turned around and said awkwardly, "Neighbor."

Zhao Qian didn't believe it, so he pursed his lips: "Last time you were talking about the neighbors, how could any neighbors help vent their anger in the fight."

Tang Le thought for a while: "He is the kind of person who likes to do this kind of thing."

"I even know what he likes to do, but I don't know him well!" Zhao Qian looked at him with contempt.

"..." Why is it getting darker and darker?