Chapter 9
At the end of the corridor, the narrow door of the music rehearsal room looks like the entrance to hell with a death warrant hanging on it.
The closer we got, the clearer the strange, sharp, long sounds became.
Gu Fang walked in front, Xia Zishu and another volunteered Omega tugging at his shirt and knocking on the door. Perhaps it was too noisy inside, and after a long while, there was still no response, so Gu Fang knocked again.
"Damn it! Don't hide in there and keep silent!" Xia Zishu rolled up his sleeves: "If you don't open it, I'll kick you!"
The door creaked open a crack, and a head with a very afro-like hairstyle popped out and asked rudely: "What are you doing?"
Like a frightened deer, Xia Zishu jumped back and looked behind him.
The boy's hair was yellowish at the ends, as if he had dyed it and it hadn't faded away completely. He looked slovenly and glared at them. "Who are you? The school has approved our rehearsal. The student union members, please don't disturb us."
"Hello, we are from the art club downstairs." Gu Fang politely explained the whole story.
Perhaps because his attitude was so different from that of the student union, the boys stared at him a few more times. Although they didn't let them in, they looked back and shouted, "Si'er! The art club downstairs came up and said we disturbed them!"
Xia Zishu tugged at the corner of Gu Fang's clothes and said, "Brother Gu, why do I feel like the situation is not good?"
He immediately changed his tone from "school hunk".
Before Gu Fang could say anything, the noisy music inside stopped and footsteps were heard. Lu Si approached, rubbing his hair. "What did you just say? Why is the Art Club--"
He was startled and his eyes fell on the fair and handsome boy at the door.
“…Gu Fang?”
Lu Si was only wearing a white school uniform T-shirt, standing tall with his hands on the door frame. His voice was low and cold, but it had the clarity unique to adolescence.
"Do you know each other?" The yellow-haired boy scratched his head.
Lu Si nodded.
The yellow-haired boy suddenly raised his voice: "I just said - the art club said we were disturbing them!"
"I'm not deaf." Lu Si covered his ear and pushed him in. "Okay, Xie Ziyao, go fix your broken drum set. I'll do it here."
Seeing that the rumored A, who was even more A than the school bully, was actually quite reasonable, Xia Zishu regained his courage. He coughed and stood up and said, "I'm the president of the art club. Look, we know the soundproofing is broken, and we understand. But the art club is downstairs. How can we still paint after being harassed by you guys every day? So let's understand each other, okay?"
Lu Si didn't look at him, but his gaze lingered on Gu Fang for a moment.
After a while, when Xia Zishu was feeling uneasy again, he finally spoke: "I can understand, but——"
Xia Zishu's heart was hanging again.
"We're rehearsing for a performance recently," Lu Si said calmly, "The music has been decided and can't be changed. It will inevitably disturb you."
Xia Zishu was completely at a loss: "Then what do you say we should do?"
"Let's negotiate a time." Lu Si's tone was very negotiable, "Let's stagger our time."
He actually wanted to discuss things. Xia Zishu was completely relieved. "Okay." He said cautiously, "How about we stagger the odd and even days? Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday are ours, and the remaining four days are yours?"
Lu Si glanced at Gu Fang casually again and said calmly, "Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday are ours. The waiting time won't be long."
"Okay, okay!" Xia Zishu nodded quickly. "Well, thank you for your understanding!"
"It's okay." Lu Si drooped his eyelids, tiredly, "It was us who disturbed the people downstairs."
After going downstairs, Xia Zishu was still praising him: "Senior Lu is really a nice person!"
"And whoever spread those rumors on the forum before almost scared me to death!"
As everyone asked, Xia Zishu held his face in his hands and closed his eyes. "So handsome, sisters! I declare—from today on, I am a member of the No. 4 Brother Fan Club at No. 12 Middle School!"
Gu Fang looked at the snow-white drawing paper, lost in thought.
-Uncle, are you there?
He took out his cell phone and typed slowly.
The other side responded quickly.
-Baby, I'm here!
-Do you hope that the Foundation will have redundant projects?
-What? You got caught in a premature relationship at school and need your dear uncle to donate a building for you?
-…I recently joined the art club at school.
There was a rare silence for a moment on the other side, and then he quickly pretended nothing had happened.
-Ohhh! That's great! Our Fangfang has finally integrated into the group life!
Gu Fang expected him to have this reaction.
-Uncle, I found that many of the equipment in the cultural and sports building are outdated, such as the sound insulation and music equipment... They all need to be updated.
-Musical equipment? Didn't you join the art club?
-I used ellipsis, uncle.
-Okay! Got it, donate now!
Before the first self-study session in the evening, Gu Fang returned to the dormitory, changed his barrier patch, and washed his face.
When I touched my phone again, my uncle had already replied to the message very efficiently.
-I have contacted the school. Just bear with it for a week. It will probably be replaced next week.
-Oh, by the way, the school also said that it would add a few more single-person art studios.
- Muah, let go! Uncle supports your painting, if you want to paint, just paint!
Gu Fang raised the corner of his lips and replied with a "mmmmm".jpg.
The next day was Wednesday, which happened to be an odd day.
After school in the afternoon, Gu Fang had dinner with Le Jiayu outside the school, and went to the third floor with the newly bought paint.
As expected, there was no music upstairs and it became much quieter.
Gu Fang looked at the stairs for a while and was about to walk towards the Art Club when he heard a sudden sound of footsteps from above. "Dong dong dong dong," a sophomore student ran down the stairs anxiously. "Oh no! Oh no! The Street Dance Club and the band are fighting!"
Gu Fang was shocked and grabbed the student who was about to find the teacher without saying a word.
"Who's fighting with whom? Where?!"
The student was panicking, speaking incoherently: "The rooftop! I was practicing dancing on the fifth floor, and I heard some banging on the ceiling. I ran upstairs and saw—oh my god! They're fighting like crazy! The guys in the street dance club are all just hooligans, and the guys in the band are not to be trifled with either. I don't know how these two groups got together—"
"Who started the fight?" Gu Fang interrupted him, "Is Lu Si here? Lu Si is also on the rooftop?"
Perhaps because his tone was even more anxious than his own, the student inexplicably calmed down and recognized the new school idol who had transferred from the third year of high school. "Lu Si? —Lu Si is the captain of the band, of course he's here! He's the one who fights the most—"
Before he could finish his words, the new school hunk rushed upstairs.
When he reached the corner, Gu Fang suddenly turned around, his face slightly cold: "Don't tell the teacher."
If Lu Si was the one who hit the hardest, wouldn't reporting the teacher be like walking into a trap?
"Ah?" The student was stunned. "What if something happens..."
Gu Fang was no longer anxious. He had calmed down, and his tone was calm without any emotion: "Nothing will happen."
"If the teacher gets the news," Gu Fang paused, his long eyelashes drooping, casting a thick shadow under his eyes, "I remember your name, classmate Ye Yiming."
Ye Yiming was stunned and looked at the school badge on his chest.
When I looked up again, the new school hunk was gone.
Fortunately, I didn’t tell the teacher.
When Gu Fang rushed to the rooftop, the fight had already ended with Lu Si crushing him. Even more embarrassing was that when he stepped onto the rooftop, Jing Xingye was knocked down by Lu Si and fell face to face with him.
It was such a coincidence that childhood friends (barely enough) who hadn't seen each other for a long time met each other.
So embarrassing.
Lu Si was rubbing his knuckles wearily when he glanced at Gu Fang and paused in his stretching motion. "Gu Fang?"
Is this O a little too bold, rushing to join in the fight?
Xie Ziyao, who was howling in the corner, looked up: "Oh my god? Isn't this the pretty girl from the art club yesterday?"
Xiao Yuanshan also shouted: "Is this the pretty girl you mentioned yesterday, Gu Fang?"
"Ah." Gu Fang didn't know what to say. To avoid embarrassment, he looked around and made sure that Lu Si was not injured or dirty before he looked at Jing Xingye who was lying on the ground in a daze.
After making a decision in an instant, Gu Fang shouted with superb acting skills: "Jing Xingye! Why are you lying on the ground?!"
Jing Xingye: “…”
Lu Si: “…”
Everyone lying on the ground: "..."
Gu Fang knelt down with a frown on his face, intending to help him up, and explained to himself, "I just heard that you were fighting with someone upstairs. I was worried something might have happened, so I rushed up here - are you okay? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"
Jing Xingye buried his face, his ears were red, and he wished he could crawl into the ground in front of his younger brothers.
"Oh my god, Jing Xingye, you also know Xiao Piaoliang?" Xie Ziyao from the opposing camp whistled, "Jing Xiaoba, you lost the fight but won life!"
"Get lost!" Jing Xingye cursed back, his face flushed as he refused Gu Fang's help. He bravely climbed up on his own, but stumbled after taking a step. Gu Fang quickly supported him, "Are you really okay?"
He knew that Lu Si would not do anything cruel, so his concern was just a token of his concern.
Xie Ziyao whistled and was about to continue the commotion, but Lu Si came over and gave him a half-dead kick. For some reason, his face looked as cold as a dead person. "Still alive? So energetic, crawling to the infirmary by yourself?"
Xie Ziyao hurriedly said, "Brother Lu, Brother Si, my father! Your son needs help! He really, really needs it!"
Gu Fang helped Jing Xingye down from the rooftop, and the people from the street dance club also supported each other as they left.
Lu Si stood where he was, his eyes fixed on the two people's connected hands.
Doesn’t he hate A?
...Or do you just not hate Jing Xingye?
Lu Si tutted his words and turned around to see Xie Ziyao still sighing, "Little Pretty is actually from the enemy camp. Damn it, how can all pretty people be so blind?"
Did you win the fight but lose your life?
Somehow, this sentence popped up in Lu Si's mind. He suspected that Xie Ziyao had infected him, so he threw his hands and changed his expression, telling him to go down the stairs by holding on to the wall.
Xie Ziyao: “???”
What's wrong with me? I sighed, "Is it possible that even being blind can offend you?"
Xiao Yuanshan and Mo Ji waved sadly at the foot of the wall.
"Brother Lu! Brother Si! Father! The children need your support too!"
"How did you lose when you were six against four?" Gu Fang looked around the street dance club curiously. When he turned around, he saw Jing Xingye applying safflower oil skillfully.
"It's still Lu Si!" Jing Xingye scratched his hair angrily, "That bastard has practiced before! He's cheating!"
The cause of the incident was a conflict between the two sides over the occupation of the rooftop.
The hip-hop club's activity room was on the fifth floor, but recently, due to the loud rehearsals, they had received complaints from the piano club downstairs, forcing them to move to the rooftop. As a result, on the first day of the move, they bumped into Lu Si and his four companions who had also moved up there.
"Haven't you practiced that too?"
Gu Fang raised an eyebrow. Jing Xingye had been practicing Taekwondo with a teacher since he was a child. It can only be said that professional training is still not as good as the practical skills honed by vocational schools in society.
Jing Xingye became visibly more irritable, but he stammered for a moment and didn't say anything.
He still had the ability to protect himself. Among the six people who went up to the rooftop, he was the least injured.
"Just wait!" Jing Xingye clutched the bottle of safflower oil and said bitterly, "One day or another, I'm going to beat that bastard to the ground!"
Gu Fang glanced at his poor childhood friend with sympathy, "Are you guys in a hurry to rehearse?"
"It's okay," Jing Xingye wondered, "What's wrong?"
"Then wait a week," Gu Fang nodded and said calmly, "Don't go to the rooftop on Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. The cultural and sports building will be renovated in a week."
Jing Xingye was about to refute, why should I listen to you.
Suddenly, Gu Fang lowered his eyes and gave him a cold look: "I think Uncle Jing doesn't know that you have been practicing Taekwondo since you were a child just to fight in school?"
Jing Xingye felt a chill on his neck. Gu Fang used the same trick again!
He had been like this since childhood. In elementary school, he was blind and would foolishly approach anyone he saw as good-looking and confess his feelings. Later, as he grew older, he discovered the more terrifying this person was.
He could always make threats without making a fuss. And if we told the adults that Gu Fang had said such things behind my back, none of the parents or teachers would believe it, and instead they would think it was my fault.
Jing Xingye had suffered too much, so when Gu Fang gave him a look, his face turned red, he stammered for a moment, and couldn't say a word.
"Reply?" Gu Fang asked in a cold voice.
Jing Xingye could only nod his head in disgrace, saying listlessly: "If I don't want to go, then I won't go. Who cares about that shabby piece of land on the rooftop?"
Gu Fang: "Broken land?"
"Ah." Jing Xingye looked up at the sky, "A precious piece of land!"
After Gu Fang left, Jing Xingye kept thinking about it.
Damn it, this guy was even more pretentious than Lu Si. Didn’t he always claim to be aloof from worldly matters? Why would he meddle in his and Lu Si’s affairs?
There must be something that Gu Fang has taken a fancy to.
When you think about it this way, it feels weird from beginning to end.
She gave up her free and open foreign high school and went to this crappy school. She gave up her class 12, which was closest to Le Jiayu, and went to the enemy class 2.
Jing Xingye shuddered.
——For the poor, unknown person or thing that Gu Fang took a fancy to.
The next day during morning self-study, Gu Fang came to the classroom but did not see Lu Si.
He couldn't help but frown. He clearly didn't see him injured yesterday, so could he have sprained something?
He took out his phone and was hesitating, planning to find a reason to ask Lu Qi, when the monitor came over and knocked on his desk: "Gu Fang, Director Liu wants you to go to the Academic Affairs Office."
Gu Fang looked up in confusion.
The squad leader couldn't bear it and quietly reminded him, "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you. I asked you to testify about the fight between Brother Lu and the third squad next door yesterday."
Gu Fang's eyelids twitched, and he lowered his eyes to think quickly.
——Who filed the complaint?
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