just in time

The results of the midterm exam will come out soon.

The report card was posted on the door, and the students rushed to see it. Yun Fang thought it was crowded, so he sat on his seat and read the full marks for the college entrance examination composition.

"Yun Fang!" Yi Chenliang squeezed out from the crowd and shouted to him, "You passed 310! Your grade ranks [-]! Our class ranks [-]!"

Yun Fang was not surprised, he improved by [-] points compared to the last monthly exam, and the questions were not in vain.He raised his head and asked, "What about you?"

"I'll go take a look again." Yi Chenliang squeezed in again.

After returning, Yi Chenliang said with a lack of interest: "I took the exam five hundred and eighth, and I got six out of 390."

Yun Fang leaned back and asked him to go in and sit down, but Yi Chenliang was puzzled: "Are you still trying to hold down points?"

Yun Fang, who worked so hard and stayed up late every day to do the questions, managed to get a score of [-]: "...don't force me to beat you."

Yi Chenliang leaned over to read the book in his hand, ""Diligence can make up for one's weakness"? Diligence is the cornerstone of our hard work..."

Yun Fang pressed his head with one hand and pushed him aside, "Just look at it and don't read it out."

"Let me see—" Yi Chenliang grabbed his wrist with a smile, and wanted to lean over to look, but his eyes suddenly paused.

On the side of the page, someone wrote a name with a ballpoint pen. It was neat and elegant, exactly the same as Yun Fang's handwriting. The name was "Song Cun".

Yi Chenliang frowned subconsciously, and smiled slightly.

I don't know when he started not liking this name.

But for some unknown reason, he pretended to be natural and pointed to the written name, "Yun Fang, why are you writing this?"

Yun Fang was stunned for a moment when he saw it. He took this book out of the bookcase. The handwriting on it has faded a bit, so it should be written by the original owner.

Yi Chenliang looked at him in a daze, his eyes darkened, he closed the book and threw it into the table hole.

"I haven't finished watching yet." Yun Fang reached out to take it, but Yi Chenliang grabbed his wrist and dragged him up.

"Reading every day is not afraid of becoming a nerd." Yi Chenliang smiled at him, "Come with me to the supermarket to buy a pen."

He reluctantly dragged Yun Fang to the supermarket, where he fed him a piece of grilled sausage.

"Your one is corn?" Yi Chenliang took a bite of his own, and looked at the one in his hand anxiously.

Yun Fang handed him the sausage a little funnyly, "Try it?"

Yi Chenliang didn't answer, leaned over and took a bite, but his eyes fell on Yun Fang's slightly red lips, and he swallowed unconsciously at his Adam's apple.

Yun Fang tugged but didn't move, and glared at him angrily, "Yi Chenliang, are you a dog, are you biting chopsticks or sticks?"

Yi Chenliang let go of his mouth a little aggrieved, "I accidentally bit it."

Yun Fang knocked on his forehead, looking at the half-disappeared sausage in an instant, he was annoyed and funny, "Go back quickly, class will start soon."

Yi Chenliang licked the corner of his mouth, and the back molars slowly ground the corn kernels in the sausage, staring straight at Yun Fang's back, like a hungry wolf cub who finally couldn't wait after confirming that the food was harmless Showing sharp wolf teeth.

Yun Fang turned his head as if feeling something, and saw Yi Chenliang chasing after him with a smile, "Wait for me!"

After the midterm exam, Yunfang was called back to the office without exception. The teachers finally began to wonder if his grades were not due to anger or mistakes. After all, the example of hurting Zhongyong has existed since ancient times.

But the teachers also saw Yun Fang's daily efforts, and could only express a few words of pity and regret, comfort him a few words, and encourage him to continue to work hard.

Except Yunfang's former head teacher Lao He.

This excellent provincial teacher who taught in the top class still insisted that it was Yunfang's mentality, thinking that the student who had placed high hopes in the competition could still return to him.

"Pay attention to the study method, don't immerse yourself in learning!" Old He Ren is middle-aged, with a beer belly as full as the Mediterranean Sea, holding his thermos cup and persuading Yun Fang earnestly: "I have communicated with several teachers, you are too old now. Stretched, you have to see the essential problem clearly, the knowledge you learn is a tool, you use it to solve the problem, you see what the person who threw the problem to you thinks..."

Yun Fang stood there and listened carefully, when another voice seemed to ring in his ears.

'You hold a gun...to kill...to protect yourself...or to protect others...the speed of shooting is different...'

"Yi Chenliang... What you want to solve is not the trouble... but the person who caused the trouble..."

"What are you thinking!?" Old He slammed the table.

Yun Fang blinked, showing a cute smile, Old He, who was about to teach others, swallowed his words, and patted him on the shoulder, "You are very talented in physics, don't waste it. "

Yunfang came out of the office, the window in the corridor was wide open, and he could just see the Fatong downstairs. After autumn, the weather became colder and colder, and the dry yellow leaves on the Fatong were blown off by the wind, making it bleak and deserted.

He doesn't like autumn. It was the same weather when he came out of the juvenile detention center. The yellow leaves were falling and the cold wind was piercing. He was carrying a shriveled bag. where to go.

"Yunfang!" Someone grabbed his shoulder from behind.

Yun Fang was led by him to stagger a step forward, all of a sudden dispelling the lingering chill.

He tore Yi Chenliang off himself, "What are you doing down here?"

The teacher's office is on the third floor, which may be the quietest floor in the whole teaching building, and the students are generally far away.

"You haven't returned to the classroom, let me take a look." Yi Chenliang followed him upstairs, "Have you been scolded?"

"No." Before Yun Fang finished speaking, the person behind grabbed his wrist and asked him to drag him upstairs heavily.

Yun Fang dragged him up without any complaints.

He found that since staying at Yi Chenliang's place for two nights, the little boy has become more and more clingy, as if he recognized him as his father.

Yun Fang was very pleased with this conjecture for a while, so even though he didn't like others being clingy to him, he still acquiesced in Yi Chenliang's behavior. After all, who would despise another self?

Yi Chenliang had no idea that Yun Fang was happily being his father here, and was dragged upstairs by him without realizing it, but Yun Fang stopped suddenly, almost letting him lie down.

Yi Chenliang raised his head, and saw Song Cun standing at the stairs, looking at them with complicated eyes, "Yun Fang, can we... have a good talk?"

Yun Fang didn't respond, "No need, let me go."

The expression on Song Cun's face changed back and forth, he stared at Yi Chenliang's hand holding Yun Fang's wrist, "You didn't go back to shift three because of him?"

Yun Fang was worried about his academic performance, but Song Cun was still irritated here. He glanced at Song Cun coldly, dragged Yi Chenliang past him and went upstairs.

Yi Chenliang was dragged up a few stairs, and turned his head to meet Song Cun's gloomy gaze.

The corner of Yi Chenliang's mouth curled into an inconspicuous arc, and the hand holding Yun Fang's wrist slipped slightly, directly holding Yun Fang's hand, and showing a malicious smile at Song Cun underneath.