It was said that when Chen Fan's parents gave him this name, they hoped that he would be as fearless as the sails on the sea and move forward bravely.
However, Chen Fan felt that he did not match this name at all. He felt that he should be called Chen Fan. For the first 16 years of his life, he had always been ordinary. From kindergarten to middle school, he was the most ordinary child in his class. His studies were neither good nor bad, and his grades were below average in his class.
He wasn't one of those important seedlings that the teachers would praise every day, but he wasn't so bad that his parents would have to call him every other day. Naturally, he didn't degenerate into the kind of bad boy who fought all day, talked about brotherhood, and was considered handsome by many young girls. He was a bad boy who could secrete hormones.
In addition, he did not have any sports or talent events that he could show off, and his looks were even more average. He felt like a passerby in an anime who was purely used to make up the numbers. Moreover, whenever the artist wanted to slack off or the production team did not have enough funds, he would not even bother to draw his facial features. Instead, he would just put a whiteboard there to fool the audience, and he even called it a stream of consciousness. (Kurohiko Uehara is named as the supervisor here.)
Apart from that, the most important thing was that Chen Fan felt that he had never been courageous since he was young, especially after what happened a few days ago.
After he entered high school, his life was almost the same as before. Although he had moved to a new school and a new group of classmates and teachers, he still played his role as a passerby conscientiously. In order to make himself look more sociable, he tried his best to go along with every word of the people around him, even if he did not think so in his heart.
He talked about the same sports games as everyone else, pretending to be a fan of a popular team, even if he did not like that team. He talked excitedly about which female character in the anime had bigger breasts, and listened to the weird laughter of the boys around him, even though he felt that it was not very polite.
Every time they talked about similar things, he would look nervously at the short-haired girl at the table diagonally across from him, afraid that she would hear what he said and be disappointed in him.
In fact, Chen Fan also knew that the short-haired girl would not care about what he said at all, just like the heroine in the anime did not care whether the passerby who happened to be in the same frame as her had facial features.
However, perhaps every invisible person who had a crush on someone had a glimmer of hope in their heart. They felt that as long as they did not say those words and were not explicitly rejected by the other party, then there was still a possibility. Therefore, even if all three paths were broken, the hero countdown was over, and the entire base was left with only one crystal, they stubbornly refused to type GG in the chat.
Sometimes, Chen Fan also felt that he was really stupid to not know what to do. He thought that he might as well make up his mind and take a big gamble. He would go and confess his love tomorrow. Regardless of success or failure, at least he would get a result. Even if he died, he would die knowing why. Besides, wasn't there still that one in ten thousand chance of survival?
But even though he had prepared the love letter, rehearsed the words he was going to say in front of the mirror countless times, and even thought about how to make her stay after school, he still did not have the courage to take that last step.
Every time things came to a head, he would tell himself to do it tomorrow. For passerby, tomorrow was always the best time. However, from junior high to high school, and then to college, the tomorrow he was waiting for would never come …
Chen Fan felt that he was really cut off from courage. It was such a waste of the name his parents gave him.
Recently, a novel called "I Have 48 Hours a Day" had suddenly become popular in class. In order to fit in with the group, Chen Fan also read it. At first, he only clicked on it with the thought that he could speak a common language with everyone. However, Chen Fan was surprised to find that he did not hate the book.
He liked the strange stories in the novel. He liked the protagonist, the boy named Heng. He was completely different from him. He was always calm and full of courage. No matter how much danger there was in front of him, even if he was forced into a desperate situation, his courage would not disappear. He was as handsome as a hero.
Heng was like the kind of person Chen Fan had always wanted to be. He was mature and reliable. He did not even need light or heat because he could shine on his own!
There were still ten minutes before the teacher on the stage finished the last class and announced the dismissal of the class. Chen Fan was bored to death as he used a mechanical pencil to draw some messy lines on his notebook. He pretended to be taking notes, but in fact, his mind had drifted back to three days ago.
It happened to be their group's turn to be on duty that day. Chen Fan, who was a nice guy and passerby, was the last to leave that day. He even did his homework in the empty classroom for a while. He originally planned to take the bus, but when he walked downstairs, he suddenly had an idea and decided to go to the toilet before leaving.
That was also the thing that Chen Fan regretted the most in his life. If possible, he was willing to change that stupid decision at all costs.
Because Chen Fan had already gone downstairs that day, he went to the public toilet next to the field. It had just been renovated. It looked magnificent and had two floors. The women's toilet was on the top, and the men's toilet was on the bottom. It was once jokingly called the Little Potala Palace.
Of course, the girls in the school did not really like this toilet. Although it reduced the risk of being peeped on, they had to climb the stairs every time they went to the toilet. In the eyes of the school leaders, they probably thought that young people were energetic and should not care about such a short distance. In fact, for young people, staying up late was fine, but climbing a few more steps might cost them their lives.
Chen Fan was thinking about the short-haired girl along the way. When he thought about how she spoke a few more words to the male class monitor today, Chen Fan suspected that there seemed to be something between the two because the short-haired girl talked to the male class monitor more than she talked to the other boys combined. However, Chen Fan comforted himself that one of them was the study committee member, and the other was the class monitor, so it was normal for them to talk about work.
It was precisely because of his absent-mindedness that he did not notice anything unusual when he passed by the basketball court. There were obviously fewer people playing basketball than usual, and they seemed a little absent-minded. One had to know that this was not an easy sight to see in a high school where people might fight over the basketball court.
It was a pity that Chen Fan's motor skills were average. He usually did not play basketball. At most, he would run errands for everyone during the class competition to buy water and gas, so he did not notice the abnormality on the basketball court.
It was not until he walked to the toilet that he noticed the two senior boys standing at the sink. One of them looked fierce and said to him, "Hey, go somewhere else."
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