Luggage Syndrome

Ever since he learned that Feng Wenxuan had started drinking, Fu Lang secretly took a fancy to it.

Feng Wenxuan's condition is getting worse and worse.

At first, he just dozed off occasionally in class, but gradually, he started to be late and cut classes.

It was very difficult for the head teacher to get in touch with his parents, but a few phone conversations were ineffective. He himself also acted like a fool who would die without repentance, so he had to let it go in the end.

Later, Feng Wenxuan found excuses to cancel even the routine meeting of the three of them on weekends.

Yang Yu was extremely frustrated, so he ran quietly to ask Fu Lang if he accidentally made Feng Wenxuan angry.

Fu Lang couldn't bear to make him worry, so he patted Yang Yu on the shoulder and said, "He said that you are tired enough from training, and this period of time will not affect your rest. Don't you have to go to City B for training? We'll wait You came back with the national championship trophy, so you must have a good get-together."

Yang Yu was elated immediately, and went to training with all his strength.

Fu Lang made several detours to Feng Wenxuan's house after school, but no one opened the door.

Although they had many opportunities to meet each other at school, there were many people in the class and their seats were quite far apart. Feng Wenxuan seemed to avoid him intentionally or unintentionally, and always left in a hurry before Fu Lang asked him to talk. .

As Fu Lang's grades improved day by day, the teachers also kept an eye on him more and more closely. After all, it was related to the school's reputation and his bonus.

The time for Fu Lang to go home was getting late day by day, and he was exhausted from doing the questions every day, so Feng Wenxuan's affairs were ignored by him.

Until one day, Fu Lang, who was out of school late at night, left school hungry. Suddenly, he had a whim and wanted to eat fish ball noodles near the station.

But before he reached the station, he saw Feng Wenxuan who had disappeared after physical education class this afternoon.

Feng Wenxuan changed into casual clothes, ripped jeans and a fancy shirt, his hair was made into a domineering style with hairspray, but his expression was wan, letting the girl with heavy makeup beside him hold hands, the two walked slowly Turned into a small bar on the corner of the street.

Fu Lang was still wearing his school uniform and carrying his schoolbag, so he didn't dare to follow in openly, so he sat down at the food stall opposite, ordered a curry fish ball, and stared at the door of the bar while eating.

The bar does not look big, but there are many people entering and leaving the bar, but judging from their attire, most of them are not good.

Fu Lang was so anxious that he lost his appetite to eat the fish balls, so he took out his mobile phone and called Feng Wenxuan.

After broadcasting seven or eight times, the call was connected.

"Hello? Langzi? What's the matter?"

Fu Lang didn't hear the noisy background sound as he imagined, he was stunned and said, "Where are you?"

"Sleeping at home."

"Then you open the door? I'm at your door."

Feng Wenxuan was quiet for a while, then said: "I'm sorry, I lied. I went out, do you have something to do?"

"I'm sorry, I lied too. Come out, I'll wait for you at the door of the bar."

Fu Lang waited for a while before Feng Wenxuan came out slowly, waved to Fu Lang, and said, "Hi, just finished school?"

Without saying a word, Fu Lang walked up to him in two or three steps, grabbed the clothes on his chest with one hand, and slightly lifted the skinny him up.

"Are you crazy? You skipped school all day just to come to this kind of place to drink? Don't you understand who are there?"

"Hey, don't be nervous, I'm just having a drink. You may have forgotten that I'm just late for school, but I'm already an adult, and it's legal to go drinking anywhere... What did you just say? Skipping class? Hahahahaha! I'm not a college bully like you, what's wrong with skipping classes? For a person like me, staying in school is a waste of time..."

Feng Wenxuan reeked of alcohol, and made a fuss carelessly.

When Fu Lang slowly let go of his hand, he lazily tugged at his collar and said, "One day, don't come to me in school uniform, I'll take you in to pick up girls... Oh yes, I almost forgot that you don't like women .It’s okay, maybe you’ll like it if you try it? It’s okay if it doesn’t work, I just heard two men next to me when I was doing it in the toilet—”

Fu Lang couldn't take it anymore and punched him in the face.

Feng Wenxuan took a solid punch, spit out bloody saliva, nonchalantly touched his swollen left cheek, but touched the wound at the corner of his mouth, gasped in pain, but grinned:

"Hiss—Langzi, you're really serious... But, if Tudou came today, I might have been sent to the hospital with a concussion, no, he couldn't bear to beat me, who made him like me so much..."

Fu Lang's hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his neat nails sank deeply into the flesh of his palm.

It hurts.

But it is far from what happens when the fist falls on the good brother.

"Feng Wenxuan."

Fu Lang's eyes were red, he clenched his teeth, and punched hard again.

Feng Wenxuan saw him raising his hand, but he didn't dodge it, and even closed his eyes.

The protruding peak of the fist hit Feng Wenxuan's cheekbone heavily, and the collision between the hard bones produced a heavy and heavy sound.

Fu Lang slowly put down his hand.

Obviously he was the one who punched, but it seemed to hit a pool of gravel, and the pain made his eyes sore.

"This punch was for Yang Yu."

"Everyone, it's the day of the college entrance examination. When the exams are over for the seniors and sisters of the third year of high school, you will all be the students of the third year of high school. You should have enough fun. It's time to put your mind away and study hard for a year , Come up with an achievement that is worthy of your ten years of hard work..."

The homeroom teacher was speaking passionately on the stage, Fu Lang raised his head absent-mindedly, staring at Feng Wenxuan who was leaning forward with his head propped up and his eyes closed.

After that day, Feng Wenxuan never missed class again, but for a whole month, the two of them didn't speak a word.

They were obviously in the same class, facing each other day and night, but they never even met their eyes.

Their distance is so close, but also so far.

"... I hope everyone can take the final exam seriously. The school leaders have issued an order. Students who did not perform well during the second year of high school must pay attention. If you still can't hand in a satisfactory result in the final exam, you are likely to die. Retained..."

"Eh--"

Hearing the sound of mourning, the homeroom teacher was obviously a little annoyed, and said, "Hey what, some students are in class all day long playing with their mobile phones and sleeping, and some are late and absent from class, do you still want to bring this kind of atmosphere to the third year of high school and affect the students who are serious about studying? ?"

After a sigh of relief, someone yelled, "Teacher, you can't expect us to be like Fu Lang—"

"You will blame me for talking about Fu Lang all day long, right? Okay, if you can't learn Fu Lang, then you all go to learn from Yang Yu from Class One and Three of Senior High? I have entered the final of the National Youth Free Fighting Competition, how about you? You will only sigh and sigh all day long! It just so happens that after the final exam is over, the national live broadcast of the final will be broadcast. Everyone will give me a review of the final on the day of receiving the report card If you can't hand it in, you won't be allowed to take summer vacation..."

"Ugh--"

Fu Lang noticed that Feng Wenxuan, who had kept his eyes closed all the time, opened them suddenly when he heard Yang Yu's name, and then slowly closed them again.

But now, while his classmates were wailing collectively, he was the only one who smiled slowly.

Just like the day when Yang Yue ran to them excitedly with the gold medal he won for the first time in his mouth.

Proud and proud.

The author says:

Potato: Enough!How much black history is going to be exposed to me! ps: The four asterisks last night were 18. cm... The harmonious long wear is also amazing