48 Hours a Day

It is said that Chen Fan's parents gave him this name in the hope that he would be as brave as a sail on the ocean.

In the first sixteen years of his life he had been ordinary, all the way from kindergarten to junior high school, he was the most ordinary kid in the class, not good or bad in his studies, and his grades were in the middle or lower range in the class.

In addition, he doesn't have any sports or talent to show for it, and his looks are even more mediocre. He feels like one of those passersby in anime who is used purely to make up numbers, and when the artists want to be lazy or the production team is short on funds, he doesn't even bother to draw facial features and just puts a blank board there to fool the audience, which is called stream of consciousness. (I'm going to name Kunihiko Kuwabara as the supervisor here~)

On top of that, the most important thing was that Chen Fan felt that he hadn't grown up with bravery at all, especially after what had happened a few days ago.

After moving up to high school, his days had hardly changed from before, and although he had a new school and a new set of classmates and teachers, he was still conscientiously playing his role as a roadie, trying to agree with every word of the people around him in order to make himself seem more agreeable, even if that wasn't what he had in mind.

Talking about the same sporting events as everyone else, pretending to be a fan of a popular team even though he didn't like that team, talking animatedly about which of the female characters in this movie cartoon looked like they had bigger boobs, and listening to the boys around him burst into giggles even though he didn't think it was very polite.

Every time we talked about something like that, he would glance a little nervously at the short-haired girl at the slanted table, afraid that they would hear him and be disappointed in him.

But actually, Chen Fan himself knew that the short-haired girl wouldn't care what he said, just like the heroine in the anime wouldn't care if the passerby who happened to be in the same frame as her had facial features or not.

But perhaps every little transparency in the heart of the bitter crush on a little bit of luck, thinking that as long as they have not yet opened their mouths to say those four words, not being explicitly rejected by the other side, then there is still a possibility, so even if the three roads were broken, the hero read seconds, the entire base only a bare crystal, can be stubbornly refused to play in the chat bar GG.

Chen Fan sometimes also feels like this not up and down himself really silly, calculating whether to simply put his heart in the right place, take a big gamble and go to confession tomorrow, regardless of success or failure can at least get a result, even if it's death can also die plainly, besides, isn't there still that one in ten thousand chance of living?

But he had prepared love letters, rehearsed what he would say in confession in front of the mirror a thousand times, and even thought about how he would make his partner stay after school, but he still didn't have the courage to take that final step.

Every time things come to an end he tells himself, tomorrow, tomorrow, because tomorrow is always the best time for the wayward, but from middle school, to high school, and then in the future when he goes to college, the tomorrow he's waiting for never comes ......

Chen Fan felt as if he was really insulated from things like courage, and had wasted the name his parents had given him.

Recently, a novel titled "My day has 48 hours" suddenly started to become popular in the class, and Chen Fan read it in order to fit in with the group, and originally only clicked on it with the idea of being able to have a common language with everyone, but then Chen Fan unexpectedly found that he didn't hate it.

He liked the strange stories in the novels and the main character, the boy called Zhang Heng, who was completely different from him, always calm and full of courage, no matter how many dangers there were ahead, even if he was cornered into a desperate situation, that courage would not disappear, as handsome as a hero.

Zhang Heng was like the kind of person Chen Fan had always wanted to be, mature, reliable, and he didn't even need light or heat, because he could shine on his own!

There were still ten minutes left before the teacher on stage finished the last class and announced the end of the school day, Chen Fan was bored with an automatic pencil, drawing some random lines in his notebook, pretending to be taking notes, but in reality his mind had drifted back three days.

It was their group's turn to be on duty that day, and Chen Fan, a good old boy and a passerby, was the last to leave that day, and also did some homework in the empty classroom.

And that was the thing Chen Fan regretted the most in his life, and if it was possible he was willing to pay any price to change that stupid decision.

Chen Fan that day, because he had already gone downstairs, so he went to the playground next to that public toilet, there just recently repaired, the shape is magnificent, a full two floors, women's toilet in the upper, men's toilet in the lower, once was dubbed the small Potala Palace.

Of course, the school girls don't really like this toilet, although it reduces the risk of being peeped at, but every time you have to climb the stairs to go to the toilet, the school management probably think you are young, energetic, should not care about the road, but in fact, for young people, stay up late, climbing the stairs even a few more steps may kill their dogs.

Chen Fan was thinking about the short-haired girl all this way, thinking about the fact that she had spoken more with the male class president today, Chen Fan had suspected that there seemed to be something between the two of them, because the words spoken by the short-haired girl and the male class president were almost more than the sum of what she had told the other boys, but Chen Fan reassured himself that they were one of the academic committee and the other was the class president, so it was normal that they would talk about some work things.

It was because he was distracted that he didn't notice anything unusual as he passed by the basketball court, there were fewer people playing than usual, he seemed a little distracted, and one of the basketball racks was empty, which is not an easy sight to see in a high school where you can get into a fight over a basketball rack.

Unfortunately, Chen Fan's motor nerves are average, and he usually doesn't play basketball, so he doesn't realize the abnormality on this side of the basketball court because he at most runs errands to buy water and gas for everyone during class matches.

Until he got to the bathroom and noticed two senior boys standing there at the sink, and one of them, who looked like he had a mean face, said to him, "Hey, go fuck somewhere else."