Chu Yang Su Yu

Usually, when walking with Shen Yiyu, they would occasionally hook their shoulders together. During morning exercises, Xue An always liked to support his shoulders. Normally, these were normal physical contact.

But as soon as Han Su leaned over, the feeling was very different.It's weird, embarrassing, and blushing for no reason.

Ye Chuyang attributed this to his unfamiliarity with Han Su.

The hot air coming from Han Su's arm just after playing the ball made Ye Chuyang's hands and feet stiff and his whole body was uncomfortable.Fortunately, Han Su only took two steps with his arms around him and then let go in time.

Xue An, who had realized the situation, caught up from behind, and accused Han Su bitterly, "Old Han, what's the matter? I just gave you a bottle of water. The beautiful sister is so sad that she is about to cry."

Han Su was very unkind, "I'm not interested in her, why drink her water?"

"So you let our honest and kind Brother Yang buy you water?"

Brother Honest Yang, who was cueed inexplicably, vaguely felt that the conversation between the two was going in a strange direction, so he raised his head and interrupted Xue An, "Squad leader, how did you know that girl is a fan of Han Su?"

"Oh." A confident smile appeared on Xue An's face, "I've met that girl several times, she comes here basically every week, and her eyes are only on Brother Xiu."

"Tsk tsk." Having said that, Xue An cast a disgusted look at Han Su, "Listen to what you said just now, are you worthy of your fans?"

Han Su gave him a sideways glance, and replied indifferently, "Aren't you my fan?"

Xue An was quite stubborn, "I don't have an idol like you who doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade!"

"Whatever." Han Su hooked his lips, and reached out to embrace Ye Chuyang, "It's enough for me to have Brother Yang as a fan."

"Heh" Xue An rolled his eyes to the sky, "You just bully Brother Yang to be honest!"

Brother Yang, who was suddenly labeled honest, was already a stiff robot, but Han Su wanted to lean into his ear, "Brother Yang."

Ye Chuyang swallowed subconsciously, looked up at Han Su's thick eyelashes, and heard him ask in a very soft voice, "Are you my fan?"

The sky was gray and the wind in the evening was cool. Han Su had a smile on his lips, and his expression was relaxed and joyful, which was different from before.The three walked through the corridor and walked towards the canteen behind Erjiao in the twilight.

In the picture, Ye Chuyang was hugged by Han Su's shoulders, and his ears were secretly red.

No. [-] Middle School is an extremely weird school. Except for the enrollment rate, everything must be on par with No. [-] Middle School.Of course, everyone knows in their hearts that the entrance rate, something with its own fantasy color, can't be matched just by trying to match it.

In previous years, except for senior three students who stayed in school on Saturdays to make up classes, senior ones and senior twos could enjoy weekend weekend benefits.But since last year, I don't know which leader has been stimulated. He ordered all the sophomores to stay in school on Saturdays to make up classes just like the seniors.

With the favor of the goddess of luck, Ye Chuyang and the others were honored to be the second high school sophomores to enjoy a single weekend.

During the math class, Han Su took out the unfinished English weekly newspaper to catch up with the progress frantically. His hand speed was amazing, the quality was impressive, the English letters were graceful and elegant, and he could follow Chang'e to the sky.But he can't take care of that much, if Shenya can't make up the English class in the afternoon, Shen Ya will be unhappy, and the punishment may be doubled.

Ye Chuyang was fiddling with the test papers handed out before class and sighed helplessly. The teachers in class 3 are really hard-working. The mid-term exam is due next Tuesday, and they have to assign weekend homework today. Are you so worried about leaving time for students to review?

The phone in the drawer vibrated, and he quietly took it out. It was a text message from Shen Yiyu, "There is no Englishweek this week, and Lao Zhang has found out with conscience!"

Ye Chuyang, who was depressed, was even more depressed when he received the message, and replied angrily, "It's EnglishWeekly! Not EnglishWeek!." After finishing writing, he angrily added several exclamation points at the end.

Shen Yiyu on the opposite side didn't seem to have received his emotions, "Uncle Ye is coming to pick you up this afternoon?"

"Yes." Ye Chuyang replied in seconds.

"OK, grab a car."

Shen Yiyu's family lives in the city, but his parents are busy with work and don't have time to take care of him, so most of the time he takes the car of Ye Chuyang's family back to his grandma's house, and only reluctantly goes back to the city a few times when his mother nudges him too much.

Ye Chuyang stuffed his phone back into the corner of the drawer, and saw Han Su pursing his lips copying the test paper, with a serious expression on his face, and the suffocating atmosphere of imminent disaster surrounding his head.

Mathematics evening self-study yesterday, probably tired from playing ball, Han Su dozed off during one class, barely listened to the second class, and didn't know what he was doing in the third self-study, when Ye Chuyang finished his geography and returned to the classroom, he looked at Zhang Wuji He read it with relish, and when Ye Chuyang cleaned up the table and was about to go back to the dormitory, he suddenly cursed at the book, "Crap."

Ye Chuyang asked, "What's wrong?"

Han Su looked up ignorantly, with a dazed expression, "I forgot to copy the weekly newspaper."

The power to the teaching building will be cut off half an hour after the evening self-study is over. Most hard-working students, especially those graduating from senior high school, will stay in the classroom to read their homework until the power is cut off.Ye Chuyang thought that Han Su would join the blackout army today, so he took advantage of this time to make up his homework, but saw him put Zhang Wuji in the drawer, pull out the chair and stand up, "I'm hungry, go buy a bucket of instant noodles."

Ye Chuyang curled his lips, thinking that he really was thinking too much.

Han Su and Xue An each had a bucket of instant noodles, and Ye Chuyang was not too hungry, so he bought delicious grilled sausages to eat on the way.The three of them walked back along the path beside the teaching building, and met students in twos and threes coming out of the teaching building.

Walking between Han Su and Xue An, Ye Chuyang was biting his grilled sausage when he noticed a man and a woman crossing the road in front of them to the playground.

The figure of the boy is a bit familiar.

"Hey, isn't that Xiaoleizi?" Xue An seemed excited as if he had discovered the new world, "Who is he with? There is something wrong!"

The three of them looked over under the hazy moonlight, and it was the short-haired girl in the afternoon who was with Ray Pen.

"Brother Lei is very efficient. I just met in the afternoon, and we went for a walk together in the evening." Xue An stared at the two people's backs that were fading away and sighed, then turned around and blamed Han Su, "Brother Rotten, look at me, you are so happy Get enlightened early, and you won’t be able to hang out with us after class.”

Han Su scolded him coldly, "None of your business."

"Just be stubborn." Xue An stepped forward and hugged Ye Chuyang, trying to put him in his camp, "One day Brother Yang and I will both have girlfriends, and you won't have a place to cry."

Han Su let out a disdainful "hum" with an indifferent expression.

Seeing that the enemy had no intention of surrendering, Xue An hugged Ye Chuyang and chatted, "Brother Yang, do you want to fall in love?"

I really didn't think about it, Ye Chuyang shook his head honestly.

Xue An was very dissatisfied with the failure of the rehearsal for the duet, and continued to ask the next question to guide his allies, "Just... don't you have any desire in this regard?"

Ye Chuyang continued to shake his head.Han Su beside him burst out laughing.

Now Xue An angrily pushed him away, pointed at the two people who were not enlightened, his disgust was palpable, "You two wait, if anyone gets out of the order before me in the future, I will inevitably give him a severe beating!"

Ye Chuyang lay innocently on the gun and turned to look at Han Su.

There was a very shallow smile on the corner of Han Su's mouth, and the side of his face basked in the moonlight, and there was some fluffy softness for no reason.

What kind of person would he like?Ye Chuyang was suddenly a little curious.

After returning to the dormitory to soak the noodles, just after taking off the lid, Gao Feng, who was sitting on the upper bunk, smelled the aroma and wanted to eat two bites.Han Su nodded, and sat on Li Zhou's bed with his face upright, waiting for him.Gao Feng got out of bed happily, before his feet hit the ground, he heard Han Su call Ye Chuyang, "Brother Yang."

Ye Chuyang was leaning on the bed and wandering, tilting his head and "hmm".

"Eat instant noodles?"

Gao Feng went down to the ground and stood between the two of them. He saw Ye Chuyang turn his head to look at Han Su, shook his head and said disinterestedly, "I'm not hungry."

Han Su nodded, raised his hand and handed the instant noodles to Gao Feng.

Gao Feng took it in a daze, and sat next to Han Su to eat. He somehow felt something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Brother Rotten." The boy in the front row of Han Su turned his head, with a thin face and single eyelids, his name was Zhang Lei, "Go to an Internet cafe at night?"

Han Su didn't raise his head, and scribbled hard on the last two questions, "We'll talk about it tonight, not necessarily."

Teenage boys love various games, among which online games are the number one.Ye Chuyang's middle school deskmate is especially obsessed, and has to go to the Internet cafe for a day trip every weekend.Ye Chuyang once teamed up with his deskmate and Shen Yiyu to play games out of curiosity, but his skills were too bad, and he didn't experience the joy of playing games at all.

He likes listening to music and watching movies more than playing games.

Zhang Lei replied, "Then I'll send you a text message after dinner."

Han Su paused, then turned to look at Ye Chuyang.

Hurry up, and finally finished copying the English weekly newspaper when the school bell rang. Han Su immediately went to the podium to hand in his homework, and Shen Ya inevitably said a few more words.Why don't you study hard with such a smart mind? If you are good at other subjects, you can't do English. You must have a correct learning attitude. Blabla, the nagging Han Su has a big head.

As soon as he rang the bell, he received a text message from Shen Yiyu saying that he was going downstairs immediately. Ye Chuyang hurriedly packed up his weekend homework and wanted to say hello to Han Su before leaving, but he kept standing by the podium with his head bowed, probably under training .Ye Chuyang had no choice but to carry his schoolbag and go out through the back door of the classroom.

Walking to the front door, Han Su suddenly called him to stop, Ye Chuyang turned his head, saw Han Su walking out quickly in full view, and spread his palms towards him, "Give me the phone."

Ye Chuyang was a little stunned, and took out his mobile phone.

Han Su took it, quickly lost a string of numbers and returned it to him.

"See you tomorrow."

When Ye Chuyang and Shen Yiyu left the school gate, they saw his father parked the car beside the fried potatoes and waited.The traffic at his home is inconvenient, and his father picks him up and sends him to school almost every week.

"Uncle Ye, I'm here to rub the car again." Shen Yiyu greeted Ye Chuyang's father warmly through the car window.

"Yiyu, I'm going back to grandma's house again this week." Father Ye smiled kindly.

"No way." Shen Yiyu opened the back seat door, "If you don't go back to grandma's house, you will starve to death."

Ye Chuyang put his schoolbag in the back seat next to Shen Yiyu, and sat down until the co-pilot took out his phone. The phone number that Han Su had entered just now was still on the screen. He stared at the screen for a while, and clicked to create a new contact.

After saving the number, I put the phone in my pocket, and rubbed my fingertips, it was a little hot.

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