Chapter 69

At noon, he ran through every corner of the school with Lu Siwen, sat under the horizontal bar to eat together, and chatted about miscellaneous things that were "literary" but read as "pretentious."

From chatting about Yu Hua to Liu Zhenyun, from chatting about Shi Tiesheng to Liu Cixin.

As more and more things connected them, the boundary between them had actually long exceeded the level of "pen pals."

It was just that one felt it but didn't realize it, and one realized it but didn't feel it.

In the afternoon, Zhai Da was still working hard to improve every day; at this time, there were 42 days left before the college entrance exam, and less than a week before the second subject level test.

In the tense atmosphere, the degree of polarization in the class was also getting higher and higher; those who had completely stopped studying were idle every day, didn't need to listen in class or write homework, and teachers wouldn't care anymore, purely enjoying the last student time.

They were equivalent to having received the results of the college entrance exam in advance; regardless of whether it was good or bad, it was the result.

And those who were still willing to study were under increasing pressure; when the outcome was still unknown, it was often the most anxious time.

As the newly promoted top student in the class, plus having been in the limelight several times before, Zhai Da was now the absolute peak of the class "niche," and even during breaks, some people would come to Zhai Da with questions.

In most cases, Zhai Da wouldn't refuse; this itself could be considered a review process.

"Zhai Da, can you do this problem?"

Zhai Da took the chemistry test paper, didn't say a word of nonsense, took out a gel pen, and started balancing.

"This reaction is actually the nitro group replacing the hydrogen at the ortho and para positions of the phenol compound; choose A."

A short girl named Liu Meng was very surprised; Class 8, Grade 12 was too bad, and in such a class, if there were occasional students who wanted to study, they couldn't find anyone to ask, and would even get negative feedback like "You actually want to study," which had a significant impact on them over time.

"Then this... can you help me look at this problem too..."

At this time, for some reason, his deskmate Yang Fan, who had been lying on the table for a long time, suddenly exploded: "Are you annoying or what! You're pressing on my book!"

Because Zhai Da's seat was inside, Liu Meng was indeed pressing on Yang Fan's things; he wasn't shouting this at Zhai Da, he didn't dare.

But he dared to roar at Liu Meng.

The 1.5-meter girl was startled and hurriedly raised her hand: "Sorry..."

Yang Fan was relentless, even picking up the mineral water bottle on the table and raising it, pretending to hit Liu Meng to scare her: "Get out!"

Liu Meng was startled and bumped into the classmate behind her when she backed away, falling down.

A flash of triumph crossed Yang Fan's eyes.

Zhai Da frowned slightly: "Your mouth is so dirty? Did you eat shit in your dream?"

It was just that his hand was pressed on the corner of the book, and besides, the book was almost finished, and he hadn't seen him flip through it since it was new; for Yang Fan, it was purely a prop for setting up a formation to sleep.

Yang Fan didn't pay attention to Zhai Da, turned over, and continued to sleep, only muttering in his mouth: "Pretend you..."

Before the word "mother" could come out, the seat under his butt was kicked away.

Yang Fan sat directly on the ground.

The movement here attracted the attention of many people, and they all looked over.

Yang Fan jumped up as if his hair was standing on end, but what greeted him was Zhai Da's calm gaze.

"If you're confused from sleeping, stand up and sober up for a while."

Yang Fan's first reaction wasn't to reason with Zhai Da, but to look around, wanting to know if anyone had seen him make a fool of himself.

But he was very disappointed; the series of movements was too big, and the whole class was watching him.

Yang Fan's face turned blue and white; he initially felt he had saved face by scaring Liu Meng, but now he felt he had lost a lot of face...

There are all kinds of people in the world, and maliciousness like a convulsion might have no reason, but all teenagers will lose their heads because of losing face.

Yang Fan subconsciously picked up the chair on the ground and raised it over his head.

A large hand directly grabbed the chair in mid-air, and no matter how hard Yang Fan tried, he couldn't pull it.

Looking back, Fan Junwei's nearly two-meter body stood behind him, his fat face showing an unpredictable expression.

It wasn't a purely neutral mediator, but carried a clear tendency, as if warning Yang Fan: Dare to move Zhai Da and try it.

Fan Junwei said in a deep voice: "You'd better not go crazy."

Unfortunately, Yang Fan stopped moving, but it didn't mean others wouldn't.

Seeing Yang Fan raise the stool, how could Zhai Da stay in place and take the damage with his face? He had almost stood up at the same time.

He kicked out.

He understood that it was common for people of this age to have convulsions.

But understanding didn't mean forgiving!

Damn you!

Zhai Da still had a sense of proportion, just kicking the other party's physical philtrum, not the stomach.

Yang Fan turned directly into a shrimp; if it weren't for Fan Junwei behind him, he would have turned into a rolling gourd.

And Fan Junwei was indeed biased; Yang Fan couldn't move, but Zhai Da moved and he acted like he didn't see it, even continuing to suppress Yang Fan to prevent him from counterattacking.

Zhai Da didn't kick a second time, pointing at the panicked Liu Meng and saying: "Apologize to her."

Liu Meng hurriedly waved her hand: "No need, no need... I don't hurt..."

Zhai Da stared at Yang Fan, emphasizing again: "Apologize."

Yang Fan lowered his head and gritted his teeth: "Liu Meng, I'm sorry."

As the process of the incident was deduced, the eyes of the people around looking at Yang Fan also carried a bit of contempt.

In this day and age, being a "fist master" was still a niche profession, and teenagers were at a simple age; doing this to a small, obedient girl in any situation would cause everyone's dislike.

At this time, a loud shout came from the classroom door: "Stop! Don't fight anymore!"

Ding Rong ran in anxiously; she was originally here to occupy the class in advance and didn't know the cause and effect, but seeing such a sturdy boy as Fan Junwei holding a stool with one hand, she panicked.

If this physique went crazy, wouldn't it be a wild beating of a child?

Fortunately, the matter was already over, and the crowd dispersed, returning to their seats according to Ding Rong's request.

Only Zhai Da felt really damn annoying... looking at Yang Fan's face made him angry.

Raising his hand: "Teacher Ding, I can't get along with my deskmate anymore; we hate the sight of each other, please change my seat."

Ding Rong glared at Zhai Da and didn't agree immediately, but asked the class monitor to go to the podium to maintain order, while she called a few students she usually trusted to ask about the situation.

In just five minutes, when she came in again, the expression on her face looking at Yang Fan also carried a bit of disappointment.

At the same time, she was also seriously considering Zhai Da's request.

Now Zhai Da's grades were no longer what they used to be; as the top student in the class, he must not be affected.

Moreover, today's incident was Yang Fan's fault in the first place; she would definitely have a detailed talk with Yang Fan later.

Just right, three students had decided not to come to school at all; they didn't plan to take the college entrance exam and were just waiting to come and get their graduation certificate at the end. After communicating with their parents and considering the facts, the school also agreed.

Three seats were vacated, one of which was very far forward, just right for Zhai Da, whose grades were soaring.

Although the position was a bit... strange, it was better than letting Zhai Da and Yang Fan continue to sit together... She didn't want anyone to fight in the class in the last few dozen days of Grade 12.

Especially since Zhai Da had been so excellent and motivated recently, that incident back then should really have been a misunderstanding by everyone.

She had checked, and there really was a Japanese star named Ayase Haruka.

"Zhai Da, change your seat and sit next to Lin Shuyao."

Zhai Da looked up suddenly, as if asking Ding Rong: Big sister, are you serious?

And Lin Shuyao, who was pretending to flip through a book, instantly stiffened all over.

Study committee member Chu Xiang suddenly stood up: "Teacher! I disagree!"

Ding Rong frowned: "What does it have to do with you! Sit down!"

Zhai Da raised his hand: "I also disagree; I suddenly feel Yang Fan is quite good, I just like sitting with him."

Ding Rong naturally wouldn't agree; although there were two empty seats in the last row, such as next to Fan Junwei, how could she let the class first sit there? Wouldn't he be led astray by a bunch of people who didn't study in a few days?

The seats in the front row basically represented good grades, one radish one pit, and there were some "class politics" factors; she couldn't come up with a safe plan all of a sudden, so just deal with it next to Lin Shuyao for two days first.

If it wasn't right, she would adjust it again.

"Seat changes are all decided by the teacher; hurry up and pack your things and change over. Yang Fan! Come out with me!"

Admittedly, the only combat result was Zhai Da's kick, but in this world, besides fairness, there is justice.

Justice is in the hearts of the people.

After speaking, Ding Rong left, and Yang Fan hesitated for a long time before lowering his head and following her out.

Only silence remained in the classroom.

After a long while, Lin Shuyao lowered her head and began to move her books away.

She even wiped the seat next to her...

Zhai Da: Damn!