Chapter 96 is all about "You two are gay!"...
After entering the second year of high school, they have indeed matured a lot compared to before, as if they have crossed a watershed and climbed a hill. Looking back at their former selves across the hill, looking at that familiar yet naive face, the boy on the other side of the hill waves his hands, as if shouting something.
As for what he said or shouted, it was neither clear nor visible. In short, once he crossed the hill, he would never look back.
After the subject selection, Liu Xijun became his homeroom teacher. There weren't many students in the class, especially girls.
"Is that too few?!" Cao Fan muttered in his ear, her tone a little desperate, "I can count them on one hand now, my Xiao Qing, Lili, Jiajia..."
Jiang Yueming propped his face up as he listened to Li Leshan's wailing in his ear. He had no expectations for the new semester. Fortunately, Li Leshan helped him finish two homework assignments, so he managed to finish them as quickly as possible.
"Did you exchange more than two words with any of your Xiao Qing, Lili, or Jiajia last semester?" Jiang Yueming asked honestly.
"Isn't that because of you?" Cao Fan asked Jiang Yueming to take the blame. "With you sitting next to me, which girl would even glance at me?"
"Wow, stop flattering me." Jiang Yueming showed no joy at being flattered.
"I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart, is that okay?" Cao Fan was still sad. After the division of arts and sciences, there was basically no room for adjustment in the class. It could be said that it was basically fixed. So, until the end of the senior year, it was always the same few people. Of course, unless the top students in the class made it to the key class, it wouldn't be Cao Fan and Jiang Yueming.
"There's a college entrance exam mobilization meeting going down today; both juniors and seniors have to go." Cao Fan's information network is still excellent. "Are you going?"
“Can I not go?” Jiang Yueming mimicked his tone.
"cannot."
"Then what are you asking?" Jiang Yueming slapped Cao Fan away.
"Don't you have any ideas at all? What to study, where to go, it's never a bad idea to listen to others," Cao Fan said, seemingly more concerned than Jiang Yueming.
"Get a bachelor's degree, and I'll go anywhere." That's all Jiang Yueming wanted to say. As long as he was with Li Leshan, he didn't care where he went. He didn't have any particular attachments like only going to Beijing or Shanghai. That wasn't the kind of attachment a person like him should have.
Although reluctant, Jiang Yueming obediently wore his school uniform and stood at the end of the line. He put his hands in his school uniform pockets, zipped his clothes all the way up, and because he didn't speak and was a little annoyed, he looked cold, cool, arrogant, and handsome.
The class next to him was in a mess, their lines all over the place, and the back row was especially noisy, with people talking about something that gave Jiang Yueming a headache.
"See that?" Cao Fan stood on tiptoe, trying to get past dozens of people to see the flagpole. "I heard that girl giving the speech is pretty and academically excellent. What does she look like?"
"Can't you see why you're standing at the back?" Jiang Yueming asked, somewhat puzzled, glancing forward. "Given your height, standing here isn't appropriate."
"Hey, hey, hey, that's a bit hurtful to say." Cao Fan pouted, feeling a pang of pain in his heart. "I'm not low, you're too high."
A rustling sound came from the group. Jiang Yueming didn't want to listen, but the sound seemed to be right next to his ear, so he had no choice but to listen. He had never been very interested in this kind of pointless and boring topic.
“My friend goes to Shishi High School. With this score, he only ranks 180th in the whole grade, which would be in the top ten in our school.”
"Top five, I guess. That's the absolute highest score."
"You didn't know their school even has classes for Tsinghua and Peking Universities? The exams are incredibly difficult, and almost everyone there gets a perfect score."
"I know, I heard there's something about a mute in their class?" The boy laughed, his tone full of sarcasm. "Don't they say that people like that usually have some kind of intellectual disability? How come you can't even beat a mute person in the exam?"
"Tch, as if you could pass the exam."
...
Cao Fan felt a sudden pressure around him, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back. He knew without a doubt who those boys were talking about. He really wanted to shout "Stop talking! For your own safety!" He glanced furtively at Jiang Yueming, and sure enough, the man had a gloomy expression and clenched fists.
It looks like he's holding back.
"Well..." Cao Fan tried to speak up to ease the tension.
"Who said that? Come out here." Jiang Yueming glanced at the boys next to him.
Okay, patience is useless.
"Brother, just bear with it," Cao Fan said softly. "A moment of patience brings calm, a step back leads to boundless horizons..."
"Did you say that?" Jiang Yueming grabbed the boy in front of her by the collar and questioned him.
"W-what are you going to do?!" The boy finally realized what he had said and quickly retorted, "I didn't say anything to him! Are you going to hit me or something?!"
"That's what I'm going to do!" Jiang Yueming punched him.
The back of the line instantly descended into chaos. There were people trying to break up the fight, trying to mediate, and all sorts of other people doing all sorts of things.
Actually, there are two aspects to mediating a fight. One aspect is advising against fighting, saying things like "Stop fighting!" or "Stop fighting!" This kind of person genuinely wants to break up the fight. The other aspect is advising against fighting, saying things like "Let's fight!" or "Let's fight!" This kind of person is just watching for the spectacle.
Liu Xijun was shocked. He finally managed to squeeze from the front row to the back, feeling like it had been an eternity, while simultaneously trying to disperse the onlookers. However, the dispersal was not very effective, as such a scene might not be seen even once in eight years of schooling.
"What are you standing there for, Cao Fan! Break up the fight!" Liu Xijun shouted.
"I pulled Lao Liu away!" Cao Fan was almost caught in the fight, getting kicked on the left and punched on the right. "They both hit me!"
Finally, after much difficulty, Jiang Yueming and the boy were separated. The boy opposite her had a bruised and swollen face and was still babbling incessantly.
"What's your relationship with that mute guy? Why are you protecting him?" The boy happened to walk right into the line of fire. "Are you two gay?"
Suddenly, a string snapped in Jiang Yueming's mind.
But honestly, that's just how things are these days. The best way to humiliate a guy is to call him effeminate, and the best way to humiliate two guys is to say they're gay.
"Let go of me, you son of a bitch!" Jiang Yueming shook off Cao Fan, pointed at the boy's nose and shouted, "You dare say another word! You just wait until after school, or I'll beat your father to death!"
"Jiang Yueming, stop fighting!" Liu Xijun ordered, and he stood in front of Jiang Yueming. You know, he has been a teacher for many years and has seen plenty of fights, but he has never encountered a fight in public with a whole playground watching.
"Quickly take him to the hospital!" Liu Xijun didn't know what the group of people opposite him were still standing there doing.
"Anyone standing around watching on the playground again will receive a warning!" Liu Xijun shouted into the crowd.
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd of onlookers scattered instantly, and no one dared to linger on the playground any longer.
"Teacher!" Cao Fan quickly spoke up to say a few good words for his buddy, worried that if he didn't speak up now, he might not have another chance. "I can testify that it was that kid who provoked Jiang Yueming first."
"You come here first!" Liu Xijun sighed, then waved to Jiang Yueming, "Cao Fan, you go back first. If you're injured, go to the hospital to get it checked out!"
Cao Fan stood there, still reeling from the scene he'd just witnessed. Years of peaceful coexistence with Jiang Yueming had made him somewhat forget that Jiang Yueming was inherently hot-tempered and prone to impulsive actions. The key was that his brother had really run into trouble; of all people, he had to provoke Li Leshan. Even if Jiang Yueming had insulted him, Cao Fan probably could have tolerated it.
"How did it go?" Cao Fan hadn't written a single word during self-study, and when he saw Jiang Yueming return, he immediately asked.
Jiang Yueming sat down in his seat, his tone nonchalant, as if the punishment had nothing to do with him, "A demerit, a self-criticism. Isn't that how it is?"
"No, I didn't go home because classes were suspended," Cao Fan asked.
“I want to go back too, but Lao Liu won’t let me.” Jiang Yueming sneered. “He told me to apologize to that idiot. I’d rather take ten demerits than apologize.”
"Which class is that idiot in?" Jiang Yueming asked.
"Uh..." Could Cao Fan say it? Did he dare to say it? Could he really say it? Heaven knows what Jiang Yueming might do.
"Um, I, that..." Cao Fan whistled nervously, glancing out the window, "Don't you think the sky is still pretty blue?"
"I don't think so." Jiang Yueming didn't even bother with the sky. Whether the sky was blue or the grass was green, it had nothing to do with him. "Which class am I in?"
Cao Fan covered his face, utterly dejected, and dared not say, "Dude, that's enough. You beat him so badly he can't tell left from right, he needs help to walk..."
"I won't cause trouble." Jiang Yueming lowered his head and flipped through the book.
"You look like you're looking for trouble." Cao Fan swallowed. "If Li Leshan finds out you're like this, he'll definitely be unhappy."
“He won’t know.” Jiang Yueming wasn’t foolish enough to tell him.
“That’s not necessarily true,” Cao Fan said. “You don’t know what happened. The whole school knows about what you did. It could spread to other schools in no time, and the video has probably already been leaked.”
“Oh,” Jiang Yueming leaned against the wall, her eyes downcast, not really caring. “Why is he so unhappy? Wasn’t I standing up for him?”
Cao Fan, being an outsider, had a clearer perspective. Although he wasn't very familiar with Li Leshan, he couldn't be happy about it. Didn't Jiang Yueming know that? But as an outsider, he couldn't interfere in their affairs. After thinking it over, Cao Fan decided to remain silent.
Jiang Yueming admitted that he might have been a little hasty. Because the other person was talking about Li Leshan, not anyone else. Asking him to tolerate this? Jiang Yueming couldn't tolerate it, and he would never learn to. He simply couldn't stand hearing or seeing people talk about Li Leshan; he had never been able to tolerate it since childhood.
Li Leshan couldn't speak, so he spoke for Li Leshan.
Li Leshan couldn't play, so he played in Li Leshan's place.
Apologize?
I'm really not familiar with this business.
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