Chapter 37: The Real Singer

  "Ah..."

  "Zhou Fan you."

  Fang Ruo Han almost screamed as she looked at Zhou Fan's forehead and then her own right hand.

  "What's your name?"

  Zhou Fan hastily covered Fang Ruo Han's mouth. "You can't shout like that, if someone outside sees me in this state, it won't be good for you."

  No matter what happened here, when others saw Zhou Fan's bloody face, Fang Ruo Han, as a teacher, would also be blamed.

  "What... what's with the blood on your head?"

  "Not serious, just fell down, do you have any gauze here?"

  Yes, yes, yes......

  Mentioning gauze, Fang Ruo Han woke up. Hurriedly found gauze, cotton balls and alcohol from the office.

  "Don't move, you idiot! You can't use your hand to block the wound. Let go, I'll take care of it."

  Zhou Fan removed his right hand, and Fang Ruo Han first cleaned the wound with alcohol, then slowly wiped away the bloodstains on his forehead and face with a cotton ball. However, Zhou Fan was obviously taller than Fang Ruo Han, so at first, Fang Ruo Han could barely lift her hands, but after a while, her hand started to ache from holding it up for too long, and she had to ask Zhou Fan to crouch down instead. Although Zhou Fan was reluctant, seeing how meticulous Fang Ruo Han was being, he eventually crouched down as well.

  "Good, very big."

  This squat nearly made Zhou Fan's nose bleed.

  What we're facing now is simply two mountain peaks.

  Of course, Zhou Fan had known that Fang Ruo Han's figure was not bad long ago, but it was all just a distant look, how could he have today's careful observation. Especially since he was squatting in front of her chest, the place his eyes could see was exactly the two breasts. Moreover, because the two were particularly close together, Zhou Fan could even see the fine gap between the buttons and the buttons, and looking further inside, a white membrane appeared... Especially with Fang Ruo Han's every breath, the two breasts went up and down, surging like waves, it was simply going to take his life.

  This, this, this...

  It was just an instant, Zhou Fan had already thought of something improper, his mouth was dry and his tongue was tied, he was about to lose control.

  Stop it, stop it.

  Zhou Fan closed his eyes, he was afraid to look again, fearing that he could no longer bear it.

  "Alright, that's enough." With a sound of OK, Fang Ruo Han has ended and said, "Fortunately, I, Teacher Fang, participated in many volunteer activities during university. Otherwise, you would have to disfigure yourself."

  "Teacher Fang, please move away a bit, I'm afraid I won't be able to take it."

  "What can't be tolerated."

  It felt like Zhou Fan was talking nonsense, and when she looked down, all she saw was Zhou Fan with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was doing. However, soon after taking another glance, she finally understood, "Ah, Zhou Fan, you little pervert." Fang Ruo Han almost couldn't help but give Zhou Fan a slap in the face. Luckily, she knew she was a teacher and managed to hold back.

  However, by the time he turned around, Fang Ruohan had already left Zhou Fan several steps behind.

  "Alright, I'm leaving."

  "Hmm..."

  When Fang Ruo Han said she had left, Zhou Fan opened his eyes.

  "Alright, you, Zhou Fan. Master Fang had originally wanted to properly educate you, but unexpectedly, you did such a thing to Master Fang."

  "Teacher Fang, it's not me, you told me to squat down. Besides, I had my eyes closed just now. I'm just afraid that if I look again..."

  Zhou Fan would never admit to being a pervert.

  "So it seems you're still a humble gentleman?"

  "I don't dare, I don't dare."

  Zhou Fan said humbly.

  "How dare you! Get out of here!"

  "Fine, I'm leaving now."

  Without another word, Zhou Fan went out the door.

  "My goodness, this little brat is so difficult to manage!"

  Clutching his fist, Fang Ruo Han was about to go crazy again. This time, he was completely fed up with Zhou Fan. Seeing Zhou Fan leave, it wasn't until afterwards that he remembered, wait, wasn't he supposed to tell him something about the new concept? But just now, he got interrupted and immediately forgot.

  "Huh? Zhou Fan was fine just a moment ago, how did he end up with a bandage on his head in such a short time?"

  Class 7 classmates saw Zhou Fan's head wrapped in gauze, coming back from a distance, and said to each other in confusion.

  "Haha, what else? Must have been fixed by the beautiful female teacher."

  At this time, Li Shaohua spoke up.

  "No way, the beautiful teacher looks so gentle, is she really that violent?"

  "Yes, yes, it seems we should be more serious in class from now on, or else we might end up like that too."

  The classmates quietly echoed in agreement.

  Li Shaohua smiled complacently, "Don't worry, don't worry, the beautiful teacher is still pretty good. She won't take action easily, only those rascals would make the beautiful teacher take action."

  What a coincidence, this sentence happened to be overheard by Zhou Fan.

  Originally, if it were in the past, even if Zhou Fan had heard it, he wouldn't have taken it to heart. How others see him is up to them; as long as he does his own thing well, that's all that matters. However, from yesterday to today, Zhou Fan has been in a terrible state. His usually calm demeanor completely changed after getting hurt. Now, hearing Li Shaohua's sarcastic remarks again, he flew into a rage on the spot.

  "Was it you who just spoke of me?"

  Walking up to Li Shaohua's desk, Zhou Fan stared at Li Shaohua.

  "What's wrong with me? What, don't you admit it?"

  Li Shaohua put his hands on his hips, thinking that others were afraid of him, but he was not afraid.

  His own father is the big boss of the Education Bureau, if it weren't for Zhou Fan still being a student, he would have been taken to the birdhouse long ago.

  "Good, good, you're really capable."

  Zhou Fan sneered and raised his right hand, slapping Li Shaohua's desk.

  Bang.

  It started with a loud crash, followed by intermittent "creaks" and "groans".

  In less than a second, Li Shaohua's desk in front of him suddenly split into four or five pieces, and the textbooks fell to the ground.

  "Ah."

  All 7 classes of students were utterly stunned.

  One slap shattered the desk, what a fighting power, who can withstand it.

  Good heavens, before I didn't know what Zhou Fan was like, even if I knew he used to be a hoodlum, but every time I saw him with his somewhat frail body, I would think that no matter how good Zhou Fan was at fighting, it couldn't be that impressive. But now, seeing him slap a brand new desk in two with one palm, in their hearts, Zhou Fan's combat value had reached an abnormal level.

  From now on, don't mess with Zhou Fan even if you die.

  If he were to slap him with the same palm, he would be done for sure.

  "Zhou... Zhou... Zhou Fan, sorry about just now, I misspoke."

  Li Shaohua's tongue was trembling and he couldn't speak clearly.

  "From now on, whoever dares to provoke me will end up like this table."

  He shot Li Shaohua a contemptuous glance, dropped his harsh words and left just like that.

  "My head is spinning."

  Sitting at his desk, Zhou Fan felt dizzy and almost fell asleep again. But he remembered the Xiantian Gong that Zhao Lao gave him. Last night's headache was severe, and he fell asleep as soon as he lay down, without practicing Xiantian Gong. He had some regrets in his heart, if he had practiced for a whole night yesterday, maybe today wouldn't have such symptoms. Immediately, he leaned on the desk, quietly breathing and exhaling.

  "What's wrong with your desk, Li Shaohua?"

  Zhang Mei passed by and saw Li Shaohua picking up books scattered on the ground.

  "This, I don't know either, how did it fall apart."

  Li Shaohua didn't dare tell the truth, fearing that Zhou Fan would come over and slap him again, so he told a lie.

  "Uh, you go to the logistics department to exchange a table first."

  After finishing speaking, Zhang Mei walked out, but she was puzzled in her heart, "This batch of tables isn't new, how can they have problems so quickly? It seems that the tofu dregs project has been done in school too, I must report to the principal."

  "Refreshing."

  It wasn't until evening self-study that Zhou Fan finally came out of his cultivation state.

  After several hours of cultivation, Zhou Fan had already recovered. In fact, he felt that his wounds were all healed. He was about to remove the gauze from his head, but when he lightly untied it with his right hand, a refreshing fragrance wafted into his nostrils, smelling very pleasant. This was the scent that Fang Ruo Han carried on her body. His hand trembled, and for some reason, he didn't continue to remove it, deciding to leave it on for a few more days instead.

  Looked at the time, it's already 10 o'clock, still have to go to the black bar today.

  Didn't think much, quickly ran out of the classroom and headed towards the black bar.

  "It's okay, nothing should be wrong."

  Jian Zhou Fan flew away quickly, Fang Ruo Han patted her chest, and finally stopped worrying.

  From this afternoon till now, Fang Ruo Han had thought of going to see Zhou Fan who was sleeping several times. After all, Zhou Fan's injury was on his head, who knows if there's anything wrong with him. Even though the wound was from an old injury and not self-inflicted, that incident at noon just now could also be a cause. However, Fang Ruo Han's face is thin-skinned after all, and it wasn't good to show too much concern for Zhou Fan in front of the students. Just as Fang Ruo Han mustered up the courage to go see Zhou Fan during the self-study session, Zhou Fan suddenly jumped up and flew out of school like a bird.

  With such flexible movements, the body should be fine, right?

  Black bar.

  When Zhou Fan stepped onto the stage with a guitar under the spotlight again, the black bar was boiling once more.

  "Good job, buddy."

  "Real man, pure dude."

  Even before the concert started, countless praises have already been given.

  Someone next to him who didn't know Zhou Fan whispered and asked, "Hey, is this singer very famous?"

  "Of course, it's not just about being famous. Last night, you have no idea, if you were there, it would absolutely shock your eyes."

  A person who witnessed Zhou Fan's appearance last night excitedly said.

  He can still recall the image of his friend who was hit on the head with a wine bottle last night, bleeding while playing guitar.

  In his opinion, this was a real singer. Only true friends who loved singing would be so passionate about it, even more than their own lives. And when Zhou Fan wrapped in gauze appeared before them for the second time, nearly half of the customers in the bar welcomed him like a hero, sending wave after wave of applause.

  "Thank you, thank you all friends."

  Looking at the excited customers below the stage, Zhou Fan was filled with emotions.

  Maybe what moves them is not yesterday's song, but their own attitude towards singing.

  Although he wasn't singing for the sake of singing yesterday, this attitude gradually affected Zhou Fan.

  A singer, only when he regards singing as his own life, even more than life, is he a true singer.

  The previous Zhou Fan didn't have such an experience, so from today on, I want to be a real singer.

  That night, Zhou Fan was passionate and shocked everyone once again.

  "This is a real singer."

  This is the definition given by all customers in the black bar to Zhou Fan.

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