Chapter 10
"Xiao Gu, are you here?" Director Liu was making tea for the woman across from him. He raised his hand and beckoned Gu Fang to come over and sit down. "Come, come, sit down."
Gu Fang saw a boy standing behind a woman with a shy look on his face - he looked familiar, as if he was from the street dance club yesterday.
The woman was very arrogant and refused to accept the tea from Director Liu, speaking in an aggressive tone.
"Director Liu, I can't drink this tea until the school gives me an explanation."
"Mom." The boy quietly tugged at the woman's sleeve, but she shook it off. "Director Liu, look at my son. He's been beaten to a pulp by the thugs from your school. He went to the hospital for a checkup and nearly had a concussion. When I asked him about it, he threatened me not to tell anyone!"
The woman sneered, "If the school doesn't punish the culprit and give us parents an explanation, don't blame me for filing a complaint with the Municipal Education Bureau. My family's business isn't big, but we do have some connections there."
"Look, aren't we investigating this?" Director Liu shook his head helplessly. "Don't worry, once we understand the whole story, the school won't take sides."
Director Liu looked at Gu Fang, who was still standing. "Little Gu, why aren't you sitting down yet? Don't worry, I didn't call you here for anything else. I just wanted to ask—I heard you went to the rooftop as well. As far as you know, what happened yesterday?"
Gu Fang raised his eyelashes and glanced at the boy, who lowered his head even more.
His expression was calm and unperturbed, but countless possibilities of lies flashed through his mind. When he helped Jing Xingye downstairs yesterday, he noticed the surveillance camera in the stairwell. He was afraid that Old Liu had already seen the tragic scene between the two parties.
With his heart in turmoil, Gu Fang said sincerely with his hands behind his back, "It's just a dispute caused by some trivial matters. Director Liu, both parties are responsible, right?"
He turned to the woman and said, "Auntie, there's no need to make a fuss. This kind of friction between boys is normal." He smiled politely. "Besides, from what I understand, not only your son was injured, but the other side was also seriously injured, wasn't it?"
"You!" The woman turned to Director Liu. "Director Liu! Are all the students in your school so uneducated?"
Old Liu also frowned: "I think this is within the scope of normal discussion."
The woman sat back with a pale face.
The atmosphere in the office was tense. Lu Si, Jing Xingye and others had returned from seeing Lao Du and the head teachers of Classes 3 and 7.
"Hey, Si'er." Glancing at the calm Gu Fang, Xie Ziyao tugged at Lu Si's sleeve. "Isn't that the pretty girl from your class? Why was he called here too?"
Lu Si was slightly startled, and when he looked up, he met Gu Fang's gaze.
Those glass-bead-like blue eyes curved towards him, as if to comfort him through the swaying crowd.
However, Lu Si frowned slightly in annoyance. It clearly had nothing to do with Gu Fang, so why did Lao Liu call him over?
It was morning self-study, and the thought of what the rest of his classmates would say about him made him unhappy. This unhappiness wasn't because of himself—he'd long since been in debt—but because of Gu Fang, who had been inexplicably implicated in such a matter.
So, Lu Si glanced at Jing Xingye with even more profound meaning.
If it weren't for him, Gu Fang wouldn't have gone to the rooftop yesterday.
The single-celled Jing Xingye hadn't noticed it yet, but when he saw the boy and the woman from the street dance club, he understood most of it and suddenly became furious.
Damn it, don't you understand the rules of the underworld? You've ruined my credibility in the enemy camp!
"Okay, I understand everything." Director Liu looked up at Gu Fang, "You should go back first, Xiao Gu, don't delay the morning reading."
Gu Fang had just walked out of the office when he heard a woman's sharp voice behind him: "Director Liu, I've already learned everything about Lu Si from other parents. He was punished for fighting in his second year of high school and his eligibility for competitions was revoked. He has a long history of bad deeds and bad behavior. How can No. 12 Middle School still keep a student like him——"
The rest of the words were sternly interrupted by Lao Liu.
Gu Fang stayed at a place where he could not be seen from the door, leaning against the wall with his long eyelashes drooping. His pair of dark blue eyes were filled with a myriad of emotions, which eventually settled into an indelible gloom in his eyes.
The noise died down later. Both Lu Si and Jing Xingye were criticized and required to write a 10,000-word self-criticism. Since Lu Si was the only one uninjured, and out of consideration for the parent's feelings, he was asked to speak alone under the national flag the following Monday—not as the mastermind behind the fight, but on behalf of everyone involved.
This treatment made the woman very dissatisfied.
After finally hearing the words "I will report this matter to Deputy Director Wang", Gu Fang felt that it was boring and turned away.
As I walked, I took out my cell phone and thought of an uncle who came to visit my home during the Chinese New Year.
-Hello, Uncle Zhang, excuse me for bothering you, but are you in the city recently?
-Ah, it’s Xiaofang. I haven’t been here recently. I was promoted to a provincial position some time ago. Is there anything wrong?
-Yes, there is something I want to consult you about.
There is a physical education class in the afternoon.
Physical education classes in the third year of high school were mostly just for show. Mr. Wu, the teacher who taught physical education and was the homeroom teacher for Class 7, a special arts and sports program, looked incredibly idle every day. He strolled leisurely from the shade of a tree, his trousers pockets in his hands, and blew a whistle, calling everyone to assemble.
After doing some warm-up exercises, Teacher Wu waved his hand and said, "Alright, you can move freely. No more gatherings. Those who need to study can go back to the classroom. Those who want to exercise can ask the sports committee to get the equipment."
The gifted students in Class 7 also train on the playground in the afternoon.
Teacher Wu blew his whistle and went to torture the gym students. Gu Fang felt that going back to the classroom was too stuffy, so he tried to avoid smelling other people's pheromones. He found a shady spot, put on headphones, and listened to English while doing his test paper.
There was a basketball court right next to him, and he didn't know if it was his illusion, but there were always basketball balls rolling towards him.
Gu Fang didn't think much about it and was about to turn it over.
This time, the basketball hit his feet very suddenly, and when it bounced up, it scratched the test paper. Gu Fang was startled and looked up with his eyes narrowed.
It’s Chen Yi.
There was also a boy with a little green at the ends of his hair. Gu Fang recognized him. He was a member of the band, Mo Ji from Class 7 of the Specialty Class.
The basketball slowly rolled back. Seeing Gu Fang's calm expression, Chen Yi tutted and passed the basketball to Mo Ji.
Mo Ji slammed the basketball, making a clattering sound, and yelled at Gu Fang in a frivolous tone, "Hey! O over there! I heard it was you who said bad things to Old Liu, causing Brother Lu to have to review his words under the national flag next week?"
Gu Fang was a little annoyed by the direct sunlight, so he took off his headphones and squinted uncomfortably.
"Where did you hear that?"
"We immediately guessed it was you!" Mo Ji said bluntly, "Wasn't it obvious on the rooftop yesterday? You're in cahoots with Jing Xingye and his group of troublemakers. Old Liu asked you to come over, expecting you to put in a good word for Brother Lu?"
"I'm so fucking fed up with you second-generation guys!" Mo Ji stopped dribbling, threw the ball to Chen Yi, and threatened angrily, "Don't let me see you next to Brother Lu again!"
"Le Jiayu, is that Gu Fang from Class 2?"
A boy grabbed Le Jiayu who was walking forward with documents in her arms.
Le Jiayu was the arts committee member of Class 11. He happened to be attending a meeting in the cultural and sports building during this period. After being reminded by the arts committee member of the next class, he looked up and saw this scene.
"Fuck!" Le Jiayu rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward without saying a word, "How dare he bully my Fangfang!"
The students from the next class quickly grabbed him and said, "That guy is Mo Ji, right? The well-known thug from Class 7! Even if you stacked your bodies together, you wouldn't be enough for him to beat you. Don't be impulsive!"
Le Jiayu clenched his fists. Even though Mo Ji quickly left with Chen Yi from Class 2, he still felt a pang of hatred. "These two are Lu Si's minions. I knew that bastard was addicted to bullying Omegas!"
The student from the next class hesitated for a moment: "But Minister Lu...was in a meeting with us just now, right?"
Without a second thought, Le Jiayu said confidently, "He's just using the meeting as an excuse to create an alibi! Would these two dare to mess with my Fangfang without his instructions?"
"Okay..." asked the student from the next class, "So what are you going to do?"
Le Jiayu thought about it and her anger subsided a little.
"There's strength in numbers. I'm going to help Fang Fang get this back!"
"Who did you say was bullied?"
In the last row of Class 3, Jing Xingye leaned back in his chair, staring at his phone.
“——Gu Fang?!”
He looked doubtful: "That's impossible, who can bully him?"
On the other end of the phone, Le Jiayu was very confident: "You know Fangfang's character. He won't care if it's not a principled provocation. But some people will take advantage of his soft heart and get the upper hand once, and then escalate the situation. He still has to stay in Class 2 for another year!"
"——Can I bear it? Can you bear it?!"
Jing Xingye: "I am..."
Le Jiayu: "My hand is already on Uncle Jing's WeChat chat box."
"Wait!" Jing Xingye: "I can't stand it!"
To be honest, he had long wanted to fight Lu Si to the death, to let this Twelve Middle School King of Bullies suffer a heavy loss, so that he would know who was the most A in the future.
Even if the matter was exposed later and his parents were informed, he could still fool the old man by saying that he was venting his anger for Gu, and the old man might even praise him.
In this way, Jing Xingye was satisfied and formed a united front with Le Jiayu.
After returning home from evening self-study, Lu Si was wearing glasses and writing his difficult self-criticism under the lamp when he received a text message from an unknown number.
-On Friday night, the winner will be decided at the construction site in the back mountain. Whoever doesn’t come will be the grandson.
The door was not closed. Lu Qi saw it when he came to the living room to get some water and said sarcastically, "Brother, you're still playing on your phone after writing 10,000 words?"
Lu Si knew which idiot sent it.
He was also curious, wasn't a 10,000-word review too little for Jing Xingye? Why was he still so free in the middle of the night?
However, he has been quite annoyed with this kid lately.
Lu Si lowered his cold eyelids, avoiding thinking deeply about the source of his displeasure.
What a coincidence, I ran into trouble.
The next morning, when Gu Fang came to the classroom, he saw the familiar pure milk on the table, as well as a pile of bread, snacks and biscuits.
Gu Fang was flattered for a moment. He glanced at Lu Si, who was making up for his self-review, and then, with a reserved expression, pursed his lips. However, he couldn't help but curl his lips in triumph. Without even taking a moment to sit down, he hurriedly pulled out his AD calcium from his schoolbag. Just as he was about to offer it to Lu Si under the guise of sharing, he unexpectedly touched the bag of pure milk. It was cold.
He was slightly startled, and when he saw the pink notes stuck on the snack boxes, he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.
Lu Si hastily wrote the ending "Best regards", put down his pen, and glanced at his deskmate pretending to be casual. He saw that his deskmate's long rabbit-like ears, which had just been raised, had wilted invisibly. He looked listless and pulled out a chair to sit down.
A classmate in the front turned around and said, "Gu Fang, Gu Fang! You weren't here just now, didn't you see so many As and Betas coming over to give gifts? Don't you want to take a look? I heard that even Omegas got gifts!"
Gu Fang said "oh" in a nonchalant manner.
He tore off the notes, gathered them together, and pushed all the food on the table over: "Do you want any? I've had breakfast and now I have no appetite."
"So I really took it?" The classmate was surprised for a moment, "They all look very expensive."
"Take it." Gu Fang curled his lips, "It's useless to me."
Starting with the students in the front, many people heard about it and crowded in to watch the fun, and gradually everyone got a copy.
"Brother Lu used to have a lot of people delivering breakfast to him." Shu Nanzhi's deskmate, the girl named Xu Xiwen, came over and took the last box of chocolates. She secretly glanced at Lu Si and said, "But then Brother Lu became known as the premature love killer throughout our school. Even Director Liu praised him highly. So no one dared to deliver breakfast to him anymore."
Lu Si had already taken out the necessary ancient poems, took off his glasses, lowered his eyes and read them attentively, turning a deaf ear to his own deeds.
Xu Xiwen was a little surprised. Lu Ge was obviously the closest to him, but Gu Fang had no intention of giving one to his deskmate.
Don't they have a good relationship?
She returned to her seat and brought a box of biscuits to Shu Nanzhi, who was busy doing her homework. When she looked back, she saw Gu Fang, whose desk was empty, taking out the required poems from his schoolbag, and then slowly taking out a bottle of AD calcium and a bag of rice crackers.
As the bell rang, the sound of reading began to spread out.
Gu Fang lowered his eyes and read ancient poetry, pushing the two things over calmly.
Then Lu Si raised his eyelids, slowly took out the pure milk from his pocket, and pushed it over the table.
The two seemed to be playing some tacit exchange game. Apart from the movements of their hands, their eyes were fixed on the book of ancient poetry, and their expressions did not change.
I guess even if the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom at this time, he wouldn't be able to tell what the two were up to.
Xu Xiwen: ???
I think I bumped into it!
The bag of milk in my hand has a familiar warmth.
Gu lowered her eyes, her beautiful eyes full of smiles.
——How could I give you something that belongs to someone else?
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