After being at the same table with the school grass, I was admitted to Qingbei University

The sports meeting came to an end with great vigor and vigor. After this battle, the two heroes of the second class were completely famous in the No. [-] middle school.

Forums and post bars circulated everywhere about their hug on the playground, and it was even called the "hug of the century" by the support club.

That's right, the incomparable "Xuanlin Candidates" in Secondary School was formally established on the second day after the sports meeting.

The president is a mysterious man who is said to be two months old.

Seeing Lu in deep time——

I like the best you the most: [This relay race has become my desktop [picture]]

Just beat it up: [Who captured this?First-class technology! 】

During the lunch break, the class was quiet except for the creaking of the electric fan.

Lu Xuanyi put his head on his arm and pressed his phone underneath.

In the photo, he handed the last baton to Han Lin, and the two looked at each other when they took the baton.

That second was captured by the camera, with the words below: A glance at ten thousand years.

When Lu Xuanyi saw the various pictures in the group, he thought they were joking, but after the sports meeting, he realized that what they said might be true.

His deskmate...maybe really likes him.

When he thought of the word "like", he couldn't help but think of Lu Zhanyang and his little stars.

Is it that kind of emotion?

Lu Xuanyi shook his head in his heart, it was obviously impossible.

What he didn't realize was that when he knew that his deskmate "liked" him, he didn't have any resentment that belonged to a straight man, but a subtle and imperceptible joy.

His school uniform jacket slipped down a bit, and just as he was about to straighten up and cover it, one hand gently lifted it up for him.

Lu Xuanyi slowly closed his eyes, it was really... a sweet annoyance.

On a rare occasion, he fell asleep during his lunch break.

When he woke up, Han Lin was blowing on the bubble gum, holding his head up and turning the pen.

His school uniform had never been worn well, his collarbone was exposed crookedly, and his trouser legs were rolled up a few times, revealing half of his slender and beautiful calves.

Qin Yalan also teased him that he looked like a fisherman, but it still attracted many people to follow suit.

The dream just a few seconds ago flashed through Lu Xuanyi's mind like lightning.

The tight look of that calf, the white and delicate skin, and the provocative panting, he frowned, thinking that he might be crazy.

"Wake up, class is about to start." Seeing that he was unconscious after waking up from a nap, Han Lin shook his arms in front of him and said.

His cuffs were rolled up high, and there was a small knuckle on his long, muscular wrist.

At that moment, what Mr. Lu Xun said was verified.

The words I saw in the group before floated out of the water like mayflies.

[He lowered his head and bit Han Lin's gland...]

"Hey, Lugou, squad leader, Ah Yi?" Han Lin leaned over, looked at him and said, "You're back to your senses."

Seeing his face approaching, Lu Xuanyi stepped back abruptly, his heart pounding, faster than when he was sprinting 800 meters.

Han Lin was frightened by him, blinked his eyes and said, "Are you okay, why is your face so red? Have a fever?"

As he said that, he was about to reach out to test his forehead. Lu Xuanyi blocked his hand with the back of his hand, swept the textbooks, and moved a little away from him.

Han Lin: "..."

In the next few days, Han Lin found that something was wrong with his deskmate, very wrong.

He would no longer argue with himself, and became more and more taciturn. When eating and walking, he would stay far away from him, and sometimes Yu Yao was even intentionally separated.

Han Lin felt very confused. Could it be that the rebellious period of Xueba came a little later than ordinary people?

When school was over on Friday, he saw Han Jiayu as soon as he left the teaching building.

Han Jiayu looked mournful as if he was about to cry, and it was not a good thing at first glance.

"Let's go first," Han Lin said to them.

Lu Xuanyi saw Han Jiayu and finally took the initiative to talk to him, "Are you going back this week?"

Han Lin glanced at him and said, "Old Han is probably already squatting at the school gate, maybe he has something to tell me."

He turned around and walked outside the teaching building, when Lu Xuanyi suddenly stopped him, "Han Lin."

Han Lin turned around and saw him making a phone call: "Call me anytime if you need anything."

"Okay." Han Lin smiled at him, and he knew that his tablemate's rebellious period would not exceed three days.

Walking to the school gate with Han Jiayu, as expected, the Lincoln was already waiting outside.

"Are you sure, he didn't think I was upset and wanted to trick me back and beat me up?" Han Lin slowed down and said to his younger brother who was half shorter than him.

"No, it's not... What it is, brother, you'll know when you get back..." Han Jiayu said timidly.

Just now when Han Lin asked him all the way, he couldn't even lie, so he just said, "I know but I dare not tell you. I'm afraid you will punch me right now." Han Lin felt that it was not a good thing.

He got into the car, didn't notice that Han Zhongjun was also inside, and threw his schoolbag, almost blinding his father's eyes.

"You little bastard, you won't save me trouble once you come here." Han Zhongjun became angry when he saw him, and said to him, "Haven't been home for a few weeks? Do you remember where your home is?"

Han Lin sat down obediently and said, "My room is on the second floor of Lijiang Villa, No. 500 Huangpu Road, West District."

Han Zhongjun pointed at him: "You, you..."

"Dad, don't get angry." Han Jiayu hurriedly risked his life to smooth things over.

"If there's anything you can't say on the phone, why don't you take me for a stroll around the neighborhood to show off that you have an older son?" Han Lin said sarcastically.

Han Zhongjun was dizzy from his anger, and tremblingly said: "Don't talk nonsense to me, if it wasn't for your mother..."

Old Wu suddenly slammed on the brakes, and the father and son behind him slammed into the back of the chair in unison.

Han Zhongjun said angrily: "Old Wu! How did you drive?!"

"Sorry, Mr. Han, let's talk about it when we have something to say." Old Wu calmly started again.

Han Zhongjun seemed to be aware of what he said, and he didn't take the initiative to pick on Han Lin along the way.

When he got home, Han Zhongjun called him to the study and asked him to sit face to face with him.

There was a teapot in front of him, but he didn't pour tea for Han Lin. Han Lin vaguely felt that he would say something that made him want to splash tea on his face.

As it turned out, his dad never failed to live up to his expectations.

Han Zhongjun looked at him and said, "It's like this. I couldn't explain it clearly on the phone. During the sports meeting, I went to talk to your class teacher. With your current grades, even if you are a special student, you can't pass the exam. What a great university."

Han Lin looked at him blankly, and he continued: "So, I decided to transfer you to the international class, and then I will send you abroad directly."

He said "I decide", not "I think", not "you think".

After hearing what he said, Han Lin even laughed out loud.Extravagantly asking Han Zhongjun to learn to respect people is simply wanting a sow to climb a tree.

He got up and wanted to go out. Han Zhongjun slapped the table and said, "Stop! I discussed this matter with your grandfather, and he also thinks it's for your own good."

"Think about it, in China, which major school can you get into? If you can't get into a good school, you will be ashamed of me when you go out in the future. In the future, which one of your subordinates didn't graduate from Harvard or Stanford? Others surrender?" He slowed down his tone.

Han Lin recovered and looked at him, and said slowly: "What makes you think that I will inherit your property in the future? Where do you have the confidence?"

Han Zhongjun was blocked by him, and his blood surged instantly. Fortunately, there was no water in the teacup, otherwise it would be a disaster for both of them.

"In front of grandpa, I respect him calling you dad, but have you done anything a father should do besides providing the half of your genes?" They looked at each other and said, "Which school will I take and what will I do in the future, none of this has anything to do with you. Since you only want a tool man who will inherit your mantle, isn't Han Jiayu's idiot just right for you? Don't worry, Whether it's the heavy copy or the second copy, I won't take the initiative to admit that it's your son's."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to fill the teacup on the table, pushed towards Han Zhongjun and said, "You also know that this will happen, don't you? If I were you, I would take care of my little wife and son comfortably, Never interact with me, an unfilial and rebellious son."

"Take care, Dad, don't harass grandpa in the future." He said one last sentence, turned around and walked out the door without looking back.

"You bastard, you have a mother but not a mother! You will never come back if you have the ability!" Han Zhongjun raised his hand and smashed the teacup on the door, spilling water all over the floor.

The last words from the door completely made Han Lin give up. He leaned against the door to slow down, his Adam's apple rolled, and suppressed the choked sobs that came up.

Grandpa said that your father hates your mother, but he loves you.I put you in Han's house not because of your mother, but because your father couldn't bear you.

Today, this "reluctance" has become a joke.

He had a violent temper since he was a child, and he couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes. He insisted on staying at home for so long, just because of this sentence of "reluctant".

But in fact, he is the only one who is reluctant.

Han Jiayu didn't even put down his schoolbag, and stood outside the door looking at him with pursed mouth, tears streaming down his face.

Han Lin passed by him, grabbed his face forcefully, and said flatly, "I'm leaving, little turtle."

"Brother, will you...will you come back?" Han Jiayu carefully pulled his cuff.His cheeks hurt from being pinched, but he still tried his best to hold back the tears, for fear of soiling his brother's hands.

"No, I wish your family a happy life." Han Lin smiled mockingly, and went downstairs without even bothering to pack his luggage.

Han Jiayu was very attached to him when he was a child, and he still followed him after being beaten to death. Maybe there is a kind of nature called blood is thicker than water.

But Han Lin will never forgive what his mother has done, so he can't treat Han Jiayu well. In his eyes, neither mother nor child is innocent.

Qin Xiao watched him come downstairs, and waved to her happily before leaving, "Canary, congratulations on your success, the family property will be yours from now on."

Her words of persuasion stuck in her throat immediately, and her expression turned extremely ugly.

When Han Lin went out, Lao Wu's car was gone. The Lijiang River was a bit out of the way, so it was not easy to get a taxi.

He originally wanted to go straight to Grandpa's house, but the moment he walked out of Han's house, he suddenly felt overwhelmed.

The sunset in the sky is gradually setting, and the gentle afterglow envelopes the city.

Han Lin suddenly felt that he was all alone, N City was so big, but there was no place he could call home.

He took out his phone, swiped through the contacts one by one, and finally stopped his finger on a familiar name.

The author has something to say: March update time: once in the morning and at [-]:[-] in the evening (maybe), every Saturday will be held at Riwan (this is a Riwan event, please remember to remind me!)