Chapter 64: If You Haven't Woken Up, Stand for a While

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" in writing but "pretentious" in reading.

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

As more and more things connected them, the boundaries between them had long since 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. At this time, there were 42 days left until the Gaokao, and less than a week until the second subject level test.

In the tense atmosphere, the polarization in the class was becoming higher and higher. Those who had completely stopped studying were bored to death every day. They didn't need to listen in class or do homework, and the teachers wouldn't care anymore, purely enjoying the last student time.

They were equivalent to having received the results of the Gaokao 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, they were often the most anxious.

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 "ecological niche." Even during breaks, people would come to Zhai Da with questions.

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

"Zhai Da, can you do this problem?"

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

"This reaction is actually the substitution of hydrogen on the ortho and para positions of phenolic compounds by nitro groups. Choose A."

A short girl named Liu Meng was very pleasantly surprised. Class 3-8 was too bad. 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." Over time, the impact on themselves was not small.

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

At this moment, 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 on the inside, Liu Meng was indeed pressing on Yang Fan’s things. He wasn't shouting at Zhai Da; he didn't dare.

But he dared to roar at Liu Meng.

The 1.5-meter-tall girl was startled and quickly 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 lost!"

Liu Meng was startled, and when she stepped back, she bumped into the student behind her and fell down.

A trace of triumph flashed in 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 sleeping position.

Yang Fan didn't pay attention to Zhai Da, turned over, and continued to sleep, only muttering: "Pretentious..."

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

Yang Fan fell directly to the ground on his butt.

The movement here attracted the attention of many people, and they looked over one after another.

Yang Fan jumped up as if his hair was standing on end, but he was met with Zhai Da’s calm gaze.

"If you’re muddled from sleeping, stand up and clear your head 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 felt he had gained face by scaring Liu Meng, but now he felt he had lost a lot of face...

There are all kinds of people born, and the maliciousness like a convulsion might have no reason, but all teenagers would get carried away because of losing face.

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

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

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

It wasn't a purely neutral attempt to break up the fight, but carried a clear bias, seemingly warning Yang Fan: Just try moving a finger against Zhai Da.

Fan Junwei said in a low voice: "You’d better not go crazy."

Unfortunately, just because Yang Fan stopped didn't mean others stopped.

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

He kicked out.

He understood that convulsions at this age were common.

But understanding didn't mean forgiving!

Damn you!

Zhai Da still had a sense of proportion; he just kicked the other party’s physical philtrum, not his stomach.

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

And Fan Junwei was indeed biased; Yang Fan couldn't move, and he acted as if he didn't see Zhai Da moving, 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 quickly waved her hand: "No need, no need... I’m not hurt..."

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

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

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

In this day and age, fist-fighters were still a niche profession, and teenagers were at a simple age. Doing this to a small, obedient girl under any circumstances would cause everyone to dislike them.

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 a boy as sturdy as Fan Junwei holding a stool with one hand, she panicked.

If this physique went crazy, wouldn't it be bullying the kids?

Fortunately, the matter was already over, and everyone dispersed, returning to their seats according to Ding Rong’s requirements.

Only Zhai Da felt it was really annoying... looking at Yang Fan’s face made him angry.

He raised his hand: "Teacher Ding, I can't get along with my deskmate. We hate the sight of each other. Please change my seat."

Ding Rong glared at Zhai Da, 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.

It was only five minutes, and 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 seriously considering Zhai Da’s request.

Now Zhai Da’s grades were no longer what they used to be, the top student in the class, and 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 Gaokao and were just waiting to receive their graduation certificates 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 someone to fight in the class in the last few dozen days of the third year of high school.

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

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

"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 originally 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 top student sit there? He would be led astray by a bunch of people who didn't study in a few days?

The front-row seats basically represented good grades, one radish one pit, and there were some "class politics" factors. She couldn't come up with a safe plan suddenly, so she would just make do with him next to Lin Shuyao for two days.

If it didn't feel right, she would adjust it again.

"Changing seats is decided by the teacher. Hurry up and pack your things and move over. Yang Fan! Come out with me!"

It was true that the only result achieved was that kick from Zhai Da, but in this world, besides fairness, there was justice.

Justice is in the hearts of the people.

After speaking, Ding Rong left. Yang Fan hesitated for a long time, lowered his head, and followed her out.

Only silence remained in the classroom.

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

She even wiped the seat next to her...

Zhai Da: Damn!