The sleeping agent of the mysterious deskmate

On the way back from the chairman's office, Fang Chen went to help Yang Yifan as usual, but was thrown away by him: "I can walk by myself."

Look at him again and ask: "Go to the infirmary?"

Fang Chen: "Huh?"

Yang Yifan: "Your leg is injured."

Fang Chen: "No need, it's just a minor injury."

Yang Yifan didn't insist anymore, and went in to buy a set of medical gauze and disinfectant for wound medicine when passing by a small shop.

Fang Chen took it over, with a smile in his eyes and a soft voice: "Do you care about me so much?"

"You are also hurting for my sake, so please take care of you, can't you? Let's go, hurry to the classroom and treat the wound."

When he arrived in the classroom, Yang Yifan pushed Fang Chen to sit on the chair: "Sit down." Then he squatted down at his feet and began to disassemble the medicine box.

Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, and said, "Why are you being so kind to me today?"

Yang Yifan ignored him, and carefully wiped the area around the wound with a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant. After cleaning the dust and blood, he put a piece of gauze on it, tore off two pieces of medical tape, and wrapped it around Fang Chen's knee. superior.

His fingers were long and slender, and he moved carefully to touch Fang Chen's legs from time to time, which felt cool.Fang Chen looked at him intently, the long eyelashes, the high bridge of the nose, and the tightly pursed lips, everything was so familiar, so one wanted to touch it.

The sense of missing something that was forgotten came up again strongly, it seemed that only closer contact could evoke the memory buried in the depths, Fang Chen couldn't help stretching out his hand.

Yang Yifan felt that his head was being rubbed, and his taped hands paused for a moment and did not speak.Immediately after the second stroke, the warm palm gently slid down from the top of the head and stopped at the back of the neck.

The crisp and itchy feeling was like a thin electric current spreading from the neck to the whole body, making him shrink uncontrollably and his hands and feet go limp.

Immediately after reacting, he knocked off Fang Chen's arm with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "You, do you want to die!"

Fang Chen's voice seemed to be enduring something, deep and hoarse: "...I'm sorry, no, control it..."

"Can't control it?! Are you so changed?"

Fang Chen's eyes were affectionate and focused, and the moment he stood up, they turned into a faint smile and asked: "You are so kind to me, what do I want to repay you? What do you want?"

"It's about reciprocation. Is it interesting? Do you think that I, like Wang Zihao, have a purpose to please you? Don't you know that friends help each other? It's really pitiful."

"Then, you are so generous, can you help me more, you also know that I am sick..."

"Shut up, make an inch!"

Yang Yifan could guess what strange request he would make, so he rejected it directly.

There was another relay race in the afternoon. After the two returned to the field, the third class welcomed the heroes and surrounded the two to congratulate them.

The boys kept blowing Yang Yifan's rainbow fart: "Brother Fan is so awesome. After running 5000 meters, he can beat five grandchildren all over the playground!"

The girls kept asking Fang Chen if the fall hurt, and whether the injury was serious, and offered water, snacks, and care.

Yang Yifan would be very annoyed if he had to put it aside, but during the competition in the morning, he heard his classmates scolding the track and field team members and helping him. Evidence, it is impossible not to be moved.

Without saying anything, he silently picked up the bags full of snacks and drinks sent by a few girls, and said: Thank you.

Zhang Shaolei looked at the gauze wrapped around Fang Chen's leg, and asked worriedly: "I'll run the relay race later, do you want to change Brother Chen? You can't run with this injury."

Fang Chen: "It's okay."

Yang Yifan asked, "Won't the wound hurt when you run?"

Fang Chen smiled and said, "You bandaged me, why does it hurt?"

When he said it, his expression was serious, as if he was deliberately joking, which caused the people around him to laugh and tease: "It turned out that Brother Fan helped Sleeping Beauty to bandage it. I didn't expect Brother Fan to have such a gentle side."

Yang Yifan:  …

How can you say such shameless words.

However, Fang Chen was still muttering to himself: "It would be great if I could get a few more injuries..."

Yang Yifan immediately interrupted him: "Just this one time, if you get hurt again, get yourself killed!"

The first grade of the relay race is a unit competition. There are eight classes in one grade, and they are divided into two groups. Each group selects the first and second class to enter the final.

This is a real competition about the honor of the class. The enthusiasm on the track and field has reached an all-time high, and the students are struggling to cheer for their class.

The first group is from Class [-] to Class [-] of the second year of high school. The order of succession for Class [-] is Zhang Shaolei, Zhao Bo, Fang Chen, and Yang Yifan.

After arranging the order around the track and field, Yang Yifan saw that the last batter of class one was Wang Zihao, what a coincidence.

He looked coldly at Wang Zihao, who was winking at him not far away, in the chairman's office.Wang Zihao's recording did help him, but so what, he was just trying to please Fang Chen.

Wang Zihao didn't care about Yang Yifan's cold eyes at all, he laughed loudly and shouted: "Brother Fan is also the last one, let's sprint together."

The whistle started and the first bat started to run together. Yang Yifan stared closely at Zhang Shaolei in his class, and felt a little nervous for the first time. Apart from not wanting to lose in the third class, he also didn't want to lose to Wang Zihao at the end of the sprint.

Zhang Shaolei is a boy with strong explosive power, so he stood in the first place. Not to mention expectations, he rushed to the first place among the four, and was the first to hand over the baton in his hand to Zhao Bo.

Yang Yifan was overjoyed: That's great, as long as Zhao Bo ran steadily and handed over to Fang Chen safely, the victory of this group would be class three.

Because he believed that Fang Chen was very fast, even faster than himself.

He was most worried about what would happen. After receiving the stick, Zhao Bo didn't run a few steps, his footsteps were unstable, and he staggered and fell to the ground.The stick in his hand fell to the ground and rolled far away.

"Damn!" Yang Yifan's heart was in his throat at this moment, he was so anxious that his whole body was smoking, how could he fall down! !

In the 400-meter relay, every competitor was sprinting at a speed of [-] meters. When Zhao Bo picked up the stick and started to run again, he was already behind to the last place.

The students in Class [-] were also crazily excited from the beginning, and they were discouraged all of a sudden: "Ah, how could this happen!"

"Look, Sleeping Beauty has taken over."

"My mother, Sleeping Beauty's speed is too fast!"

"Overtake, overtake! Ahhhhh!"

"Sleeping Beauty! Sleeping Beauty!!"

Fang Chen was really fast, just like the moment Fanfan jumped from the tree in the dream, Yichen caught him at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.

Yang Yifan stared at Fang Chen who was getting closer and closer to him, his whole body was so nervous that he seemed to have an illusion that Fang Chen would directly throw himself on him like this.

It wasn't until the stick in Fang Chen's hand hit his palm forcefully that he finally calmed down and rushed towards the finish line.

The people in class three roared:

"Brother Fan! Brother Fan! Brother Fan!"

Fang Chen caught up with two opponents, and now there is only one person running in front of Yang Yifan, and it is Wang Zihao from the first class.

As if he was competing with himself, Yang Yifan chased him at the fastest speed in his life, heaving a sigh of relief: No one can lose to Wang Zihao! !

At the moment when he broke through the finish line, Yang Yifan finally caught up with him, and then collapsed directly on the ground.

At that moment, almost all the three groups stood up and looked towards the field:

"Is it tied! Is it tied for first!!"

"Oh my god! I have goosebumps all over my body, Brother Fan, Sleeping Beauty is too fast! The speed of the two of them is already at the professional level!"

"In the [-]-meter sprint, I overtook three people! My mother!"

The two referees standing at the finish line decided the winner. Class one and three classes advanced at the same time, but class one won the first place with a speed of 0.02 seconds.

Yang Yifan's expression turned cold when he heard this, he slapped Fang's hand that was reaching out to hold him, got up by himself, walked to the waiting seat for the contestants and sat down.

Zhao Bo kept apologizing in front of several people: "It's all my fault, if it wasn't for a mistake and a fall, the first one in our class would be the one in our class."

Zhang Shaolei persuaded him: "It's okay, don't worry about it, this is not a catch-up, and the second can also advance. In the finals later, as long as we don't make mistakes, we will definitely be the first."

Zhao Bo had lingering fears: "Fortunately, Sleeping Beauty and Brother Fan overtook them and successfully advanced, otherwise I would blame myself to death."

Seeing that Yang Yifan's expression was not good, he quickly apologized: "Brother Fan, I promise I won't fall in the finals, and I will never hold you back."

Fang Chen stuck to his side, coaxing him with a smile: "Do you want to take the first place so much? You are already running very fast, faster than me. Really, you can't lose to anyone present."

No one knew that he just didn't want to lose to Wang Zihao.

Seeing Wang Zihao surrounded by Fang Chen made him upset.

The second group was almost finished, Yang Yifan said suddenly: "Zhao Bo, change places with Fang Chen."

Zhao Bo: "Huh? That's fine, anyway, it doesn't matter how many times I run."

Fang Chen hurriedly asked: "Why? This is not a good tactic."

Yang Yifan: "What tactics are not tactical, is to let you two change positions."

Fang Chen looked at him with resentful eyes: "No!"

Zhang Shaolei, who was drinking water at the side, didn't see their expressions, thought they were arguing, and hurried out to mediate: "Would you like to change with me? In fact, the two of us can run as we please."

Yang Yifan looked at Fang Chen's abandoned eyes speechlessly, and said fiercely: "So what if you change it? Why are you so annoying? I just don't want to take your cue?!"

Zhang Shaolei thought that the two were quarreling, so he quickly stood up and tried to persuade him, but Zhao Bo pulled him away, winked and whispered to him: "Come here, come here, don't disturb them."

Zhang Shaolei was pulled for no reason: "What's the matter, why are they still arguing?"

Zhao Bo clicked his tongue: "It's not a quarrel, look carefully, it's called a quarrel? It's obvious that Brother Fan is looking for trouble, Sleeping Beauty is coaxing."

Zhang Shaolei looked confused: "What, what do you mean?"

Zhao Bo: "I'll fuck you straight man of the century! Can't you smell that there is a hint of passion floating in the air around here."

On Yang Yifan's side, Fang Chen smiled helplessly: "Why did I mess with you?"

Yang Yifan: "Are you annoying? Why do you ask so many questions? Others want to dump you, and you have to chase after you for a reason. You are cheap."

Fang Chen laughed: "Dump me? We haven't dated, have I been dumped?"

Then he pretended to suddenly realize: "Oh, so you thought we were dating before, then I was really at a loss, I didn't fulfill my boyfriend's obligations, and I didn't enjoy the boyfriend's power, but from this point of view, you are also at a loss ..."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Are you really sick or are you just pretending? I'll say it again. I don't want to accept the stick you handed over. You can't understand human words!"

"Then, you pass it, how about I take it, I'll run the fourth bat, how about it?"

"you......"

Yang Yifan was about to love him, when he heard Fang Chen babbling: "If I knew you saw me as a boyfriend, I couldn't bear it anymore, you have to know how much I miss..."

His voice was not low, Yang Yifan jumped up and covered his mouth in fright, "You did it on purpose, okay, you run the fourth, I tell you, if you dare to lose to Wang Zihao, I will destroy you!"

Fang Chen's eyes were full of smiles, he nodded lightly, his mouth was still covered by Yang Yifan.

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