MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 6

The sound insulation of the toilet is not good, and the sound from outside can't be heard clearly.

Tang Junhe was standing in front of the sink washing his hands. Warm water ran over his fingers, and he looked up at himself in the mirror.

Yang Xuan is right, compared to Yang Chengchuan, he does look more like Tang Xiaonian.

Obviously there was nothing wrong with the words themselves, but he didn't know why an unprecedented irritability suddenly appeared in his chest. This emotion rushed up his throat, and he couldn't help but want to yell "shut up" at the people in the living room. He tried his best to suppress himself, so he could not put this idea into practice.

He turned the faucet to the cold water side, splashed a few splashes of water on his face, washed his face, wiped it clean with a towel, and then opened the bathroom door.

There was a smell of smoke.

In his previous home, it was impossible to have such a pungent smell. Tang Junhe confirmed again that he doesn't like it here.

The uproar died down again. There were still people looking at him, but this time the eyes were no longer curious, but looked contemptuous, joking, or something... In short, they had malicious intentions.

Tang Junhe walked back expressionlessly, opened the window of the bathroom to the maximum, walked to the kitchen beside him, did the same action, opened the window, and the edge of the aluminum alloy window rubbed jerkyly, making a "hula" sound Screeching sound.

Everyone in the living room stopped what they were doing and stared at him dumbfounded.

Tang Junhe didn't look at them, he walked to several other rooms, opened all the windows to the maximum, then returned to his room, closed the door, and locked it.

It was the end of February, and the weather had not yet warmed up. The cold wind outside blew in through the wide open windows, making a whole room of astonished people shiver at the same time.

Immediately, there were scolding voices one after another in the living room:

"I'm 'fuck, go crazy!'"

"Damn, what's going on, dad is freezing to death!"

"My day is cold... Is your brother a lunatic, Yang Xuan!"

…

Yang Xuan didn't speak, he just looked at the closed door, then stood up, walked to the window closest to him, and stopped.

Everyone else thought he was going to close the window and turned their heads to look at him eagerly. But after a while, he realized that he was just standing in front of the wide open window smoking a cigarette, and had no intention of closing the window.

"Fuck, I'm freezing to death, I'll close it." Feng Bo stood up cursingly, and closed the windows of several other rooms.

After taking a few puffs, Yang Xuan put out the cigarette, closed the window, and sat back.

"Brother Xuan, I think I know why you moved out," Feng Bo pointed to Tang Junhe's room, and said angrily, "This is called kicking your nose. Isn't it?" After he finished speaking, he also looked at other people. Several people, trying to find recognition.

"That's right, we didn't do anything," Chen Hao put on an innocent expression, and spread his hands, "He picked things up first."

Seeing that Yang Xuan didn't respond, Feng Bo took the initiative to go up to him and provoke him: "Hey, brother Xuan, when did you become so swallowed up, don't you plan to give him some flair?"

Yang Xuan glanced at him: "What are you going to do?"

"What can I do?" Feng Bo talked a lot, shrunk his neck, and said bluffingly, "I will never kill him! You are so sissy."

"Don't mix it up," Yang Xuan said, "I know my own."

"You say that, so we can rest assured," Feng Bo looked at him with a playful smile, "Hey, remember to ask us to watch the battle and cheer for you."

"We'll talk about it when the time comes. It's you," Yang Xuan looked at Feng Bo with a cold face, and then looked at several others, "And you guys, my family's bad debt is not allowed to spread after school starts."

"Hey, hey, that's for sure," several other people nodded, "Don't say it, don't say it."

***

First day of school.

"Yang Xuan, I'll go to the garage to pick up the car first, you and Jun He pack up and come down quickly." Yang Chengchuan put on his leather shoes, adjusted his tie in front of the mirror at the door, and turned his head to Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan didn't respond, he turned around and added, "Be quicker," and then opened the door and went downstairs.

Tang Junhe went to the door to change his shoes, picked up his schoolbag and was about to go out, Tang Xiaonian walked over quickly, took his arm and took him in: "I bought you face cream and didn't apply it, the weather is dry in spring Don't know?" She said so, holding the face cream in her hand, opened the lid, scooped out a small piece of face cream with her index finger, and applied it to Tang Junhe without any explanation.

Tang Junhe frowned, tilted his neck back, and obviously wanted to avoid it, but Tang Xiaonian pulled his arm again, so he could only let her greet his face with the sticky cream.

"Enough," he resisted, "so much."

"You think I'm willing to serve you," Tang Xiaonian said, "You're so old, you can wipe it off yourself in the future."

Tang Xiaonian was applying cream to his face, Yang Xuan came out of his room with his schoolbag on his back, seeing this scene, he twitched one corner of his mouth, and let out a slight "hum", like a laugh.

Tang Junhe was sensitive to the sarcasm in this laugh, he broke away from Tang Xiaonian annoyedly, and took the cream in her hand: "Don't put it on, I'm going to be late."

"Be warm to the students in the class." Tang Xiaonian urged, and then took the box of face cream back from Tang Junhe's hand, "What are you doing with this to school? I put it in your room."

"Understood." Tang Junhe said.

Yang Xuan slowly changed his shoes behind him, Tang Junhe didn't know whether he should wait for him to go downstairs together. He unzipped his schoolbag, pretending to check if he had forgotten anything, and quietly observed Yang Xuan's movements from the corner of his eye.

Yang Xuan didn't seem to wait for him. After changing his shoes, he opened the door and went out. His schoolbag was on the side, and their arms collided slightly as they passed by.

"Mom, I'm leaving." After Yang Xuan went out, Tang Junhe yelled to the back room, then pushed the door and walked out. Yang Xuan just closed the door, but didn't close it completely.

The elevator was still six floors down, and there was no one at the door, and there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor. It seemed that Yang Xuan didn't wait for the elevator, and went directly down the stairs.

It was too slow, Tang Junhe glanced at the number displayed by the elevator door, and turned towards the stairs beside him.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, before the sky was fully lit, the voice-activated lights in the corridor were lit by the sound of Yang Xuan's footsteps, and were dimly illuminating the stairs.

Boom boom boom boom. The sound of footsteps one after another soon sounded in the corridor.

Tang Junhe went downstairs and saw that Yang Xuan did not go to the garage, but was standing next to a bicycle near the corridor, bending over to unlock it.

"Hey." Tang Junhe yelled at him.

Yang Xuan looked up at him, as if waiting for what he was going to say next.

"Your dad said," Tang Junhe looked at him expressionlessly, "he sent us to school this morning."

"I'll go by bike." Yang Xuan said, unlocked the bike, then drove the bike out without looking at him, stepped over the seat with one leg, and rode away quickly.

Tang Junhe exhaled, then walked towards the garage.

Yang Chengchuan was standing by the car waiting for the two of them. Seeing Tang Junhe approaching, he asked, "Where's Yang Xuan? Still dawdling?"

"He rode away." Tang Junhe walked to the side of the car, opened the door and sat in the back row.

If it's not that he doesn't know where the school is, he doesn't want to get in this car. However, it doesn't matter.

"It's getting worse and worse." Yang Chengchuan also got into the car and said while fastening his seat belt, "Don't mind, Jun He, he—"

"It's nothing." Tang Junhe interrupted Yang Chengchuan. He didn't want to hear it at all.

***

As Yang Chengchuan said, Runcheng No. 1 Middle School is the key point of the city, and the third class of science is the place where Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon is the place. In this class of top students who are competing for hegemony, a small group of scumbags headed by Yang Xuan and Feng Bo have become out of place and particularly eye-catching.

"I understand the situation, so don't worry," Qiu Li, the third class teacher, took Tang Junhe from Yang Chengchuan and patted him on the shoulder, "Tell me what doesn't suit you, I've seen you I don’t need to say more about my previous grades in school, good students—it’s Yang Xuan,” she changed the subject and looked at Yang Chengchuan, “I really can’t do anything with this kid…”

"That kid doesn't eat oil and salt, please worry about it," Yang Chengchuan sighed with a headache, "Let's work **** both aspects, and I will talk to him when I find time."

"Okay, I'll talk to him today too," the class teacher raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "Class is about to start, I'll take Jun Hyuk to the class first, a group of children are still wild when they come back from vacation, the class doesn't know What kind of mess is it going to be?"

"You go and you go, you should take good care of it." Yang Chengchuan said a few words to the teacher in charge, then turned and left.

"Teacher Qiu." Tang Junhe opened his mouth when he was approaching the door of the class.

"What's wrong?" Qiu Li turned to look at him.

"Can I not introduce myself later?"

Qiu Li has been teaching for nearly twenty years. This is the first time she heard such a request. She laughed a little and said, "What's the matter? Why don't you do it? You have to let everyone know you."

"There's nothing to introduce," Tang Junhe said further bluntly, "I hate introducing myself."

This is no longer a request, Qiu Li was stunned for a moment, and then thought with some headaches, the youngest son of Deputy Mayor Yang, seems to be no better than the eldest son Yang Xuan.

"Okay," Qiu Li had nothing to say, and gave way, "Then let me briefly introduce you to everyone."

"Thank you teacher." Tang Junhe said politely.

Passing by in the corridor, several classrooms exploded, and Class 3 of Science in the second year of high school was no exception because of its grades.

When Qiu Li opened the door with Tang Junhe in, the students in the class were gathering together in small groups to make jokes. Seeing the head teacher coming in, everyone automatically fell silent and returned to their seats. Only Feng Bo, the idiot, turned his back to the door, and said loudly: "I was so tired from copying yesterday afternoon that I was about to suffer from frozen shoulder—hey, don't go, you guys..."

"The teacher is here!" Someone reminded him in a low voice.

Feng Bo shut up abruptly, turned his head and made eye contact with Qiu Li, and then sat back on his seat in despair.

"Should I grant you a week of sick leave so that you can take good care of your frozen shoulder when you go back?" The homeroom teacher glared at Feng Bo, then adjusted his glasses, and looked around the class, "The third year of high school is half a semester away. Look at you, do you look like a sophomore in high school? Just now I walked all the way from the corridor, and the other classes were memorizing, only our third class of science, the voice is the same high, but the content of the homework is copied, You guys are really good at making newcomers watch jokes as soon as they arrive."

Talking nonsense, Tang Junhe stood behind the head teacher, looked at the disheveled students in the whole class and thought, obviously other classes were more noisy.

"Let me introduce it to everyone." Qiu Li was half a head shorter than Tang Junhe. She put her hand on Tang Junhe's back and led him a few steps towards the middle of the classroom. "This semester, we have a new class. classmate, call—"

She looked back at Tang Junhe. She wanted to have a friendly interaction with this new classmate, but Tang Junhe didn't intend to talk to her at all, so she just left her alone.

The students in the class also looked up at him curiously and kept whispering.

"—It's Tang Junhe." The head teacher had no choice but to pick up the words, "The grades are very good, especially in mathematics. The new student is not very familiar with the class, and the class cadre usually helps him to integrate into the environment. There is a vacancy there, you go first Go." The head teacher pointed to an empty seat in the penultimate row, and patted Tang Junhe's back.

Tang Junhe went straight to the empty seat, put his schoolbag on the table, and sat down.

Sitting at the same table as him was a girl with a crooked ponytail, who was making a happy expression at the classmate beside her.

Seeing Tang Junhe sitting next to her, she turned her head and spoke to him in a low voice: "Your name is Tang Junhe, right? How do you write it? Which gentleman is which?"

Tang Junhe stuffed his schoolbag into the hole of the table and said, "The gentleman of a gentleman, the illustrious He." While speaking, he absently turned his head and looked back, and saw the last empty seat in the middle row—that It should be Yang Xuan, he thought. Yang Chengchuan said that Yang Xuan was also in this class, but he just glanced at the class, but didn't see him.

"Oh, it's very nice. My name is Yin Cong, and I'm gurgling." The girl at the same table said.

She seemed to have something to say, but then she was called by the teacher in charge: "Yin Cong, I told you last semester that you can't tie your braids. My words will expire after the winter vacation, right?"

"Understood, teacher." Yin Cong quickly lowered his head, grabbed his ponytail with both hands, and moved it symbolically to the middle.

"Okay, hurry up and recite the book, the teacher in charge will be here in a while." The head teacher glanced at the class again, and then walked towards the door. As soon as he walked out of the classroom, Yang Xuan came in from the door.

"What are you doing again?" the head teacher grabbed his arm and stopped him at the door, asking sharply.

"The school team is having a meeting, teacher?" Yang Xuan looked at her innocently.

"You really think of yourself as a sports student, don't you?" The homeroom teacher looked at him bitterly, "Come find me in my office after the second get out of class."

"Oh." Yang Xuan looked down at her.

The math teacher hurried over at this moment, nodded to the head teacher, and walked into the classroom.

"Let's go to class first," the class teacher was about to walk over, but then remembered something, and turned around and said, "By the way, tell Tang Junhe for me to come to my office to get the exercise book after the second get out of class."

"I won't tell." Yang Xuan refused of course, "My father told you about my family's situation."

The homeroom teacher got dizzy for a while: "It's okay, you call the class leader out, you guys really made me suffer from high blood pressure, one class is not as good as one class!"