Adrian in the Land of Potters Chapter 9

If he hadn't heard the word "homoS3xual", even if Ethan Fang didn't want to have anything to do with Jasper Xiao, he would have gone up to stop him.

But someone said these three words, and it seemed that Jasper Xiao was beaten because of these three words.

He hesitated at this moment.

Before the other party saw him, Ethan Fang turned around and prepared to leave.

However, Jasper Xiao was not a person who would cause trouble normally. Now that he was surrounded and attacked, he had no ability to fight back. Someone grabbed the back of his neck and pressed him against the wall.

"Take off your pants and see! Do you like this?"

There was blood at the corner of Jasper Xiao's mouth and his clothes were torn into a mess, but he never said a word. He just glanced towards the entrance of the alley when he was pressed against the wall.

As Ethan Fang walked away, his eyes met his.

Ethan Fang quickly turned his head and walked forward.

But he walked slowly.

There's a clanging sound in my head.

If Jasper Xiao called him, he would go back.

Just ignore it if you don't say anything.

If Jasper Xiao shouted, he would go back.

If you don't say anything, he won't care!

if...

Ethan Fang held the descender tightly and took very slow steps, but he did make a sound!

After walking out about ten steps, he still didn't hear Jasper Xiao's voice. He only heard the shouting and mocking laughter of the people from Class 6.

Ethan Fang stopped.

He frowned fiercely, turned around and walked back to the entrance of the alley.

This time, as soon as he stood firm, someone saw him and pointed at him: "Ethan Fang, stay out of other people's business."

Jasper Xiao was sitting on the ground against the wall, looking a little disheveled, but at least his pants had not been torn off. He was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and didn't look in his direction.

Ethan Fang didn't say anything. He just stood there without moving or advancing.

"What do you mean?" The people who were beating him stopped and looked at him.

Ethan Fang still didn't say anything, just looked at them silently.

Mainly, I don’t know what to say.

He never knew what to say to people he didn't know well.

Hey! Let go of that boy!

Or, what are you doing? If you have the guts, let's fight!

Of course, Jasper Xiao would not end up well in a one-on-one fight.

Whatever comes to me!

It sounds like they are all idiots.

So just don't say anything.

In fact, Ethan Fang had a rough idea that they couldn't fight with him today.

With these few in front of him, even if they were all together, they would not be his match, let alone a one-on-one fight.

Obviously the other party is also very clear.

So a few people just stood there, looking at each other.

"No, Ethan Fang, what do you mean?" Someone couldn't hold back and asked, "Are you going to help this kid?"

Ethan Fang glanced at him, and after about half a minute he responded, "Ah."

Ethan Fang himself wasn’t sure what this meant, and the other party probably couldn’t figure it out either.

After standing for a while, Ethan Fang became a little impatient. The descender that had been tightly clamped between his fingers was hurting his fingers. He looked down and moved the descender from between his index finger and middle finger to between his middle finger and ring finger.

This action finally let the other party see that he had something in his hand.

"Forget it," someone kicked Jasper Xiao and picked up the schoolbag thrown aside, "Let's go."

Several people got on the car, stared at Ethan Fang for a few more seconds, and then the car drove away from him.

"I didn't realize they had such a special relationship..." someone shouted in a strange tone.

Ethan Fang frowned and looked back. It was *. His parents were very foresighted in choosing the name. This guy was probably in Class 6, no, the most talkative one in the entire third grade. Not to mention starting a fight, even when he wanted to curse someone, he had to make sure that no one could touch him before he opened his mouth.

Idiot.

Ethan Fang turned around and looked at Jasper Xiao who had stood up, but still didn't know what to say, so he stuffed the descender back into his bag, turned around and walked out of the alley.

When he put on the headphones, he heard Jasper Xiao's voice: "Thank you."

"Ah," he said.

Ah, what?

have no idea.

It was a cool day today, so Ethan Fang threw his schoolbag behind him and started running forward.

He didn't know why, but he felt uncomfortable. He felt uncomfortable all over his body, inside and out. His heart was blocked and his body was tight, and he also felt a little uneasy.

Running is his most effective way to relieve his mood.

The music volume was turned up, my eyes were fixed on the clean ground, and under my feet was the road that was constantly being left behind.

He felt much better when he got home.

After taking a shower, he stuffed Mr. Huang into the cat bag and carried him out the door on his back.

He hurried to take Mr. Huang to the pet hospital introduced by Sierra Liang to get the dog acclimatized. If Mr. Huang agreed, he would castrate it.

Mr. Huang was very dissatisfied with the cat bag. He rolled back and forth and scratched in the bag. Ethan Fang had no choice but to take a taxi.

As soon as Mr. Huang got in the car, he started meowing, and the driver sighed: "This cat has a bad temper."

"...Follow me." Ethan Fang also sighed.

Halfway through the drive, his cell phone rang. When he took it out and saw that it was Adrian Sun's number, he suddenly remembered that according to that Bullsh!t contract, he had to cook for Adrian Sun every day?

"Hello?" He answered the phone with some despair.

"Are you out of school yet?" Adrian Sun's voice sounded quite normal.

"Let it go, but I..." Ethan Fang wanted to say go castrate the cat first.

"Come and cook. I'm starving!" Adrian Sun interrupted him. "It's not complicated. Just cook some porridge. I have a stomachache."

When Adrian Sun heard that he had a stomachache, even though this man had said a lot of true and false things to take him for a walk, he still hesitated and paused before saying, "But now... I have a cat with me."

"Cat? What cat?" Adrian Sun asked.

"Just, a little local cat." Ethan Fang said.

"Bring it here." Adrian Sun said simply and hung up the phone.

Ethan Fang thought for a long time and asked the driver to change direction and go to Adrian Sun's house first.

There was no need to ring the doorbell today. As soon as Ethan Fang walked to the gate of the yard, he saw Adrian Sun standing in the yard watering the flowers with a hot water bottle in his arms. The gate was open.

"Do you really have a stomachache?" Ethan Fang pushed the door open and looked at him. Adrian Sun's face was a little pale, but he was originally pale, and he didn't know if this color was due to stomachache.

"Where's the cat?" Adrian Sun threw down the kettle and looked into the cat bag he was carrying. "Take it out so I can play with it."

"Huh?" Ethan Fang was stunned. He had thought that Adrian Sun probably wouldn't let the cat into the house, so he planned to put the cat bag in the yard.

"Take it out and let me play with it." Adrian Sun said again.

Ethan Fang felt a little puzzled, but still opened the bag and reached in to take out Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang had been very anxious all the way. As soon as he put his hand in, Mr. Huang raised his paw and slapped the back of his hand.

"Ah!" Ethan Fang quickly retracted his hand.

"Let me do it." Adrian Sun reached in without thinking.

"Be careful!" Ethan Fang was frightened. If Mr. Huang scratched this young master, he didn't know what kind of torture he would suffer.

As soon as he finished speaking, Adrian Sun had already scooped up Mr. Huang with his hands. Surprisingly, he was not tickled. Mr. Huang was still obediently hanging his arms and legs, with only his tail hooked.

"So young," Adrian Sun held the hot water bottle in one hand and carried Mr. Huang into the house with the other hand, "How old is he?"

"...I don't know," Ethan Fang followed him, "I picked it up."

Adrian Sun said nothing, flipped up his cat ears, and then looked at his teeth with a frown: "About four or five months."

"Ah?" Ethan Fang was stunned. "I was thinking I could be one year old."

"Why do you bring a cat with you when you go out to sell your body?" Adrian Sun opened the cupboard and took out a bag of cat food, went into the kitchen to get a bowl to put the food in, then returned to the living room and put the bowl and Mr. Huang on the coffee table.

"I..." Ethan Fang was so frustrated by this "selling out" that he wanted to go over and kick Adrian Sun, but when he saw Mr. Huang squatting beside the bowl and starting to eat hard, he was shocked again, "Did it eat? What kind of cat food did you feed it?"

"Why don't you eat it? It's the cat food I usually feed stray cats." Adrian Sun fell on the sofa and put his legs on the coffee table. Mr. Huang finished a handful of cat food in the bowl and climbed onto him along his legs. Adrian Sun hugged it and stuffed it into his clothes. "It's so good. Come and warm your uncle's belly... What's its name?"

"Mr. Huang." Ethan Fang found it a little difficult to accept the fact before him.

Mr. Huang, who usually acts as if everyone in the world owes him two million yuan at home and can slap people in the face with his claws when he is in a bad mood, did not resist when Adrian Sun stuffed his clothes into his clothes so casually, and just stayed quietly in his clothes.

"This name is as boring as the nonsense you two made up," Adrian Sun covered the cat and looked at him, "Preserved Egg and Lean Meat Congee."

"Ah?" Ethan Fang didn't react.

"Preserved eggs, lean meat, porridge, you make it, I eat it," Adrian Sun said again, "and I don't want sliced   meat, I like minced meat."

When Ethan Fang walked into the kitchen, he didn't know what he was thinking.

From the living room came Mr. Huang's suppressed meow. He was standing in front of the counter, holding a pot.

He was surprised that Adrian Sun liked cats so much, and he was even more surprised that Mr. Huang was a sissy...

Oh, century egg and lean pork porridge.

Ethan Fang usually cooks for himself. When he went to primary school in the county town, he started cooking for himself. His mother was very busy, so he sometimes had to cook and send the meals to the store. After he went to the city for junior high school, he had to do everything by himself.

A bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge is simple for him.

Even here at Adrian Sun, there is neither lean meat nor preserved eggs...

"You don't have anything here?" Ethan Fang soaked the rice first and walked out of the kitchen.

"Go buy it. There's one in the supermarket across the street." Adrian Sun was already lying on the sofa with a hot water bottle on his stomach. Mr. Huang was sitting on his chest, his paw on the tip of his nose, watching him silently.

"I..." Ethan Fang opened his mouth but no words came out.

"Take the money yourself." Adrian Sun pointed to the wallet on the coffee table.

Ethan Fang walked over silently and took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet. He turned around and took two steps, then stopped and turned his head to look at Adrian Sun: "Where's the key? I'll take it. You won't need to open the door later."

"Just climb over the wall and jump out of the window." Adrian Sun said.

Ethan Fang stared at him for two seconds, said nothing more, closed the door and went out.

"Did he really pick you up?" Adrian Sun tapped the cat's nose, "Why did he give you such a name? You don't look like a boss."

The cat meowed and wrapped its paw around his finger.

"But it's cleaned pretty well," Adrian Sun moved his fingers to tease it, "It smells delicious. A swindler picked up a cat to serve him. He's not afraid of affecting his business, don't you think?"

The cat lowered its head and rubbed it against his chin.

"Have you ever eaten what he cooks? Can you eat it? Will he drug me..." Adrian Sun felt a sharp pain in his stomach as if a blunt knife had scraped it before he finished speaking. He frowned, "It's killing me."

As his stomach started to hurt continuously, Adrian Sun lost the mood to play with the cat and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He stood up, took the medicine that Miles Ma bought for him yesterday, took two pills, then sat down on the sofa with the cat and the hot water bottle and closed his eyes.

His stomach was aching, and he closed his eyes for a while. After the pain eased a little, he let out a long sigh.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and rest for a while, I suddenly heard a sound in the yard. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the curtains move, and then Ethan Fang jumped in from the window holding a plastic bag from the supermarket.

"You can enter and exit an empty space with one smooth movement," Adrian Sun closed his eyes, "Do you still work part-time at night?"

"You made me jump," Ethan Fang said, placing the roll of change in his hand on the coffee table, "I'll leave the unused money here."

Ethan Fang usually wears lazy casual clothes and has headphones around his neck. He doesn't look like someone who can cook. Adrian Sun pricks up his ears to listen to what he does in the kitchen.

When the sound of chopping meat came from the kitchen, Adrian Sun turned his head in surprise and stared at the kitchen door. The sound sounded particularly familiar, and it was two knives.

It even feels like the rhythm of a nightclub.

He stood up from the sofa holding the cat, walked slowly to the kitchen door and looked out. Ethan Fang was chopping meat quickly with his head down.

"You went to a vocational school, studying cooking?" Adrian Sun asked.

Ethan Fang stopped chopping meat and turned to look at him: "Junior high school is nine years of compulsory education, and vocational school is high school."

"You are really into the role," Adrian Sun said happily, "How long do you plan to keep pretending?"

"There's not enough time right now, so I'll cook them in one pot. You can open it in half an hour. I should have cooked them separately, but you have a stomachache, so the meat will be more tender this way." Ethan Fang didn't respond. He put the chopped meat in a bowl to marinate, and started to cut ginger. "I have to go to school tonight, so it's too late."

Ethan Fang was quite skilled at cutting the ginger into shreds. It seemed that he hardly even looked at the knife. He quickly cut a small pile of ginger shreds and put them in the bowl and mixed them with the meat.

"I can't." Adrian Sun pinched Mr. Huang's ear.

Ethan Fang paused, turned around and leaned against the table, looking at him: "Would you like to eat for a while?"

"Yes." Adrian Sun smiled.

"Open it and eat it yourself." Ethan Fang said.

After Ethan Fang cooked the porridge, he didn't stay for long. He took the schoolbag and put it on his back, then picked up the cat bag.

However, Adrian Sun was still leaning against the kitchen door, holding Mr. Huang, and saw that he had picked up the cat bag and had no intention of putting Mr. Huang down.

"Um..." Ethan Fang could only point at Mr. Huang, whose head was only sticking out of his clothes, and said, "I'm leaving. Give me the cat."

"Are you bringing a cat to school?" Adrian Sun didn't move, but just scratched Mr. Huang's head with his fingers. Mr. Huang immediately felt comfortable and squinted his eyes.

"I'll take it to the pet hospital." Ethan Fang stretched out his hand.

"Are you sick?" Adrian Sun looked down at the cat.

"No, it's... taken away to be castrated and sterilized," Ethan Fang said, "Give it to me, I have to go."

"This cat is not old enough, it must be at least eight months old, it's so young," Adrian Sun glanced at him, holding the cat and leaning back on the sofa, "Go ahead, lend me the cat for two days."

"What?" Ethan Fang was stunned.

Although Mr. Huang has never been nice to him in the two or three months since he picked him up, he still likes Mr. Huang very much. He serves him with a smile every day and has never thought of letting him wander out again.

Now Adrian Sun just said so casually that he wanted to stay and play for two days?

He couldn't accept it a bit.

Mainly, he was worried that with Adrian Sun's fickle personality, he might not be able to return the cat to him after playing with it for two days.

Considering how he forced me to sign a service contract, it's probably not impossible for him to steal a cat.

"Play with it for two days," Adrian Sun held the cat, "Why, I lent you 100,000 yuan, but you lent me a cat and you didn't even play with it for two days... Go away quickly, I have a stomachache and I'm very upset."

Ethan Fang looked at the time. Old Li would always stay in the classroom during the first evening self-study period every day. He had promised to go, and if he was late again, Old Li would nag him to death.

"I'll come and get it tomorrow." Ethan Fang frowned, put down the cat bag, turned around and trotted out.

There was no time to eat, so Ethan Fang bought two loaves of bread on the way. When he arrived at school, it was still just the right time, so he ran up to the classroom on the fourth floor.

When they turned into the corridor on the fourth floor, they saw a few people standing at the corner. Ethan Fang didn't look closely and thought they were probably hiding there smoking. It was already this late and no matter how the teachers pulled or tugged, they couldn't lift them up. Basically, no one cared anymore.

When Ethan Fang was about to turn to the classroom, someone in the corner said sarcastically: "Isn't this Ethan Fang? He's right behind your lover."

Ethan Fang suddenly stopped, took a step back and looked towards the corner.

There were four or five people standing there, including students from Class Five and Class Six. Behind two of them, Ethan Fang saw a man standing against the wall.

He took a step down the stairs.

*Immediately shrank back.

But what followed was several people bursting into laughter, and I couldn’t tell whether they were laughing at *the words or *the action.

Or maybe he was just laughing at himself for having just stood up for Jasper Xiao.

"What are you doing!" Lao Li's voice came from the third floor, "If you don't want to study, go back! What are you doing here?"

Ethan Fang stared at *, turned around and walked quickly across the corridor to his classroom. Behind him, he could hear the sound of several people talking and laughing as they followed him up.

Ethan Fang's expression was probably not very good when he walked into the classroom. Several people who were talking in the front row shut up when they saw him.

I can't describe the feeling in my heart.

Annoyance, irritability, anger, and anxiety, or rather, the fear that you want to avoid but can't get rid of.

Sierra Liang raised her hand to speak when she saw him, but was stunned when she saw his expression: "What's wrong?"

"No." Ethan Fang sat down, took out the test paper from his schoolbag and threw it on the table.

"Is it..." Sierra Liang came over, stopped talking halfway, took out a box of milk and put it in front of him, "Want to drink? It tastes like yellow peach."

Ethan Fang didn't say anything. He took it, inserted a straw, and took a few deep sucks, deflated the box.

"Oh, I've been hungry for half my life," Sierra Liang sighed, "I still have a few bags of hand-shredded tofu, do you want some?"

"No." Ethan Fang lowered his head and started writing the paper.

He spent the whole night writing papers and reading books like a top student, without even raising his head. He was almost moved to tears by himself.

When the last self-study session was more than half over, the teacher who was answering questions in the classroom left. Ethan Fang gathered the things on the table and stuffed them into his schoolbag.

"Leaving?" asked Sierra Liang, who was discussing what to have for midnight snack with the person next to her.

"In a moment." Ethan Fang responded, threw his schoolbag on the table, and walked out of the classroom.

There was no teacher in Class 6's classroom. Those who were tired from reviewing all night were now relaxing and many were chatting.

Ethan Fang kicked open the front door of the classroom and walked in.

Everyone in the classroom stopped and looked at him.

Ethan Fang looked around the classroom and found * sitting in the last row near the back door. He couldn't help but sigh. He should have kicked the back door earlier.

He exited the classroom again and walked to the back door.

The back door was not closed, so he walked in again. * had guessed his purpose and stood up and wanted to run.

Ethan Fang took a step forward and grabbed *'s collar, pulling it back hard. * staggered back and almost fell to the ground.

"Ethan Fang you..." Someone next to him stood up and tried to stop him.

"It's none of your business." Ethan Fang said in a calm voice and dragged * out of the classroom.