Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

He knew this would pass soon, like all teenage pangs, but for now, he allowed himself to dwell on the gentle sadness.

"Ye Fan!" A classmate squeezed through the crowd, holding up a school uniform covered with signatures, "Yours is the only one missing!"

Ye Fan took the marker and drew an exquisite sword-shaped pattern on the blank space of the school uniform, which was exactly the same as the scribbled graffiti on the corner of the desk.

The students who received the autographs smiled so hard that their teeth were showing, as if this simple symbol was some kind of precious treasure.

Outside the window, dusk is deepening.

The sky showed a wonderful gradient, from the deep blue overhead to the orange-red on the horizon, like an overturned palette.

Lin Xia sent the photo to the class group, and the phone notification sounds rang one after another, like a string of small farewell salutes.

Ye Fan picked up the photo he had secretly taken. In the picture, the dust particles in the sunlight were clearly visible, and everyone was shrouded in a soft halo.

The ends of Lin Xia's ponytail were slightly raised, and the lines of his own face appeared particularly soft in the sunset.

Two photos, the same moment. Just like his double life, overlapping on this summer evening.

"It's time to go home."

Ye Fan was thinking about it, and at this moment, there was suddenly a hustle and bustle outside the classroom.

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Chapter 50: The classroom is packed with people!

"Senior Ye Fan is in Class 2, Grade 3!"

"Hurry! Before they leave!"

"I brought five notebooks!"

It was as if a floodgate had been opened, and in a blink of an eye, the front and back doors of the classroom were blocked.

Students from the first to second year of high school came in like a tide, holding all kinds of items in their hands - textbooks, school uniforms, notebooks, and even badminton rackets.

Several short first-year junior high school boys were squeezed to the front, their faces pressed against the glass windows and deformed.

"What... is going on?"

Lu Mingfei stood up in amazement and was almost knocked down by a chubby junior who rushed in.

He originally wanted to go to Ye Fan's house for a free meal today, but just as he walked to the door of Ye Fan's classroom, a large group of people came from behind him, rushing towards him like a zombie siege.

Lin Xia stuffed the last stack of books into the cardboard box and shrugged nonchalantly: "Don't you know? Ye Fan has been a legend at Shilan Middle School for the past ten years."

She lowered her voice and said, "I heard there's a 'Ye Fan Senior Support Group' in the middle school with over 200 members."

Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked towards the center of the storm.

Ye Fan had been forced into a corner, with a blackboard newspaper pressed against his back and seven or eight markers stuffed into his hands by someone.

His expression was relatively calm, but Lu Mingfei clearly saw his temple twitch.

"Line up! Everyone line up!"

Su Xiaoqiang appeared out of nowhere, waving his arms as if directing traffic.

She was wearing a lavender dress today, which made her stand out among the other students in school uniforms. "First graders, stand on the left. Third graders, stand on the right. Second graders...second graders, stop squeezing!"

The crowd actually slowly formed into two crooked lines.

Lu Mingfei took the opportunity to sneak up to Ye Fan and whispered, "Brother Fan, your popularity is too outrageous, isn't it?"

Ye Fan pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly and took the notebook handed to him by the first girl. The girl was so excited that her hands were shaking and her eyelashes were fluttering like the wings of a frightened butterfly.

"Can I write 'To my cutest underclassman'?" she asked with her voice as thin as a thread, mustering up the courage.

Ye Fan nodded, and just as the tip of the pen touched the paper, there was a commotion behind the team.

"Make way! Make way!"

Chen Wenwen squeezed to the front holding a hardcover edition of "The Bird's Nest", her long hair a little messy from running.

She panted slightly and turned the book to the title page. "Senior, could you please write a line from Rabindranath Tagore here? Any line will do."

"Life is like a vast ocean, and we are all together on this small boat."

Ye Fan wrote a sentence casually and heard Chen Wenwen take a deep breath.

Her eyes lit up, as if she had received the most precious gift in the world.

"Next."

Ye Fan said, his voice as calm as the surface of an autumn lake.

Liu Miaomiao walked forward quietly. She was taller than most girls, with a simple ponytail and a slender wrist exposed at the cuffs of her sleeves.

What was handed over was a piece of music with "Graduation Season" marked in pencil in the upper right corner.

"I wrote this song myself," she explained, her voice like spring water flowing over pebbles. "I hope you can...sign it in the blank."

Ye Fan noticed that the notes on the music score were neat and tidy, like rows of birds spreading their wings and ready to fly.

After he signed, Liu Miaomiao took the sheet music, her fingertips brushing against the back of his hand inadvertently, cold as morning dew.

But Ye Fan was only thinking about what to eat when he got home today.

"Thank you." She said, with an almost imperceptible smile on her lips, and her hair forming a graceful arc as she turned around.

The team suddenly became agitated again. A girl in a junior high school uniform slipped out from the crowd like a nimble little fish and jumped directly in front of Ye Fan.

She has round, cat-like eyes and slightly upturned mouth corners. What she holds in her hand is not a book or school uniform, but a box of beautifully wrapped chocolates.

"Senior, have some candy!" Xia Mi stuffed the box into Ye Fan's hands, her eyes curved with a smile, "I specially picked out these chocolates with liquor fillings. I heard they can bring back the best memories."

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened beside him. Isn't this girl too familiar?

But what surprised him even more was that Ye Fan actually took the chocolate and rubbed the girl's hair, with such skillful movements that he seemed to be treating his own sister.

"Are you skipping classes?"

Ye Fan asked, with a rare sense of ease in his tone.

Xia Mi stuck out her tongue: "The last period is for self-study."

She leaned closer and lowered her voice mysteriously, "Senior, I hid a little note in the chocolate. You must go back and read it."

Su Xiaoqiang squeezed to the front without knowing when, and put his hands on his hips: "Hey, hey, little girls from the junior high school, don't cut in line!"

She had put on light makeup today, and the mascara made her already bright eyes even more eye-catching. She handed Ye Fan a brand new white shirt with a price tag hanging on the collar.

"Sign here." She pointed to her left breast pocket, her tone unequivocal. "Write 'To my dearest Xiao Qiang,' and add a heart at the end!"

A burst of booing broke out in the classroom.

A few boys whistled, but were silenced by Su Xiaoqiang's glare. Ye Fan's pen tip hovered above the fabric, a rare hint of hesitation visible.

"Hurry up!" Su Xiaoqiang urged, his ears blushing. "Just think of it as...a graduation gift."

"I'm sure the senior doesn't want his dear junior to be sad."

Ye Fan finally wrote down the sentence, but replaced the love with a simple period.

When Su Xiaoqiang took the shirt, his fingers trembled slightly, but he patted Ye Fan's shoulder in a heroic manner: "Thank you! Even if you go to college in the future, I will come to play with you!"

After saying that, he rushed out of the classroom in a hurry and almost knocked over a junior who was holding a signature board.

It’s better for you not to come. It would be bad if you get hit by a bullet, Ye Fan thought to himself.

The signing lasted nearly an hour.

The sun gradually set, and the light in the classroom grew dim. Lu Mingfei leaned against the podium, recording this absurd yet heartwarming scene with his phone.

In the camera, Ye Fan's profile appeared particularly soft in the twilight, and his drooping eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes when he signed.

Of course, the premise of all this is to ignore the stiff smile on his face.

When the last junior student - a thin boy with thick glasses - got his autograph, the crowd finally began to disperse.

The classroom suddenly became quiet, with only the chirping of birds returning to their nests outside the window and the whistle of the physical education teacher on the playground in the distance.

Ye Fan stretched his sore wrist and found Lu Mingfei grinning foolishly at his phone.

"What are you filming?" he asked as he walked over.

Lu Mingfei turned the screen towards him and said, "Brother Fan, look at this photo. It's so well taken."

In the photo, Ye Fan was surrounded by a dozen or so younger classmates, and the sunlight shining through the window cast golden spots on them.

Chen Wenwen was watching him write intently on the left, Su Xiaoqiang was waiting with a pout on the right, and Xia Mi half-poked her head out from between the people, smiling like a kitten that had stolen a fish.

"Send me a copy."

Ye Fan said, with a barely perceptible fatigue in his voice.

Lu Mingfei nodded, then lowered his voice as if he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Brother Fan, that Xia Mi... did you know her before?"

Ye Fan paused as he packed his schoolbag. In the distance, the last rays of sunset pierced through the clouds, casting a golden edge on his eyelashes.

"I guess so," he said softly, zipping up his backpack. "She's a very interesting little sister."

The headmaster's voice was scolded in the corridor, probably because he discovered that a junior high school student had skipped class to ask for an autograph.

The lights in the classrooms went out one by one. The hallway was filled with the sound of chaotic footsteps and laughter, which gradually faded away.

The last person to leave closed the door gently, and the lock clicked, like time gently closing the cover of a book.

Ye Fan and Lu Mingfei were on their way home.

It was already past seven in the evening, and there were many pedestrians walking on the street.

An evening breeze blew, bringing with it a fishy and sweet smell.

This bloody smell made Ye Fan feel very familiar...

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Chapter 51: A large number of Deadpools gathered on the street full of pedestrians!

An evening breeze blew, and a fishy and sweet smell quietly spread, and Ye Fan's eyes turned cold.

He was very familiar with this smell, blood mixed with decay, this was the smell that belonged only to Deadpool.