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Shen Fei was furious.

Wen Yang was a little confused, he turned his head to look at the silent Shen Feibai, and carefully tugged on the other's sleeve, "Xiao Baibai?"

Shen Feibai didn't speak.

Wen Yang gently tugged on Shen Feibai's sleeve again, "Little Baibai...?"

Shen Feibai still didn't speak, but he stood up.

Wen Yang looked up at Shen Feibai who stood up, with question marks on his face.

Shen Feibai was very angry, but it was impossible for Shen Feibai to lose his temper at Wen Yang - he had no position to lose his temper, after all, the topic just now was just a normal joke among friends.

It's just a more intimate joke that can't be said casually between men and women, but can be easily said between the same sex.

Shen Feibai looked at Wen Yang, pursed his lips tightly, and felt strong unwillingness and irritability in his heart.

It is precisely because they are of the same sex that saying something like this will be considered a joke by default.

This should have been a sentence with a lot of charm and honey fragrance, and it should be a slightly willful coquettish between lovers.

It would be great if his feelings for Wen Yang could flow smoothly like the love between a man and a woman, Shen Fei thought in vain.

But it's a sad fact that they were both men.

Shen Feibai, who couldn't lose his temper at Wen Yang, shamelessly stood on the podium and announced the sad news of the collection of English homework for the winter vacation.

Wen Yang sat on his seat, watching the students rushing around, watching Shen Fei Bailei finish collecting the homework deftly, and then strode out of the classroom with a lot of homework.

Wen Yang still couldn't figure it out, did he say something wrong just now?

No matter how you think about it, there is nothing wrong with it, and there is no need to be angry if you don't want to teach him how to write love letters.

Wen Yang felt a little wronged.

After all, he wanted to leave a love letter from Shen Feibai, and was going to learn how to write one to Shen Feibai, so as to satisfy his increasingly thirsty heart.

He had already thought about the reason, and said it was a writing practice before formally handing out a love letter to the person he liked.

This reason is perfect, without any fault, he can complete the achievement of exchanging love letters with Shen Feibai without anyone noticing.

Just thinking about it, Wen Yang couldn't help laughing.

But unfortunately, this secret plan to exchange love letters failed from the very beginning.

Because Shen Feibai was not willing to write a love letter to him.

Wen Yang sighed, propped his face, and stared at the door of the classroom eagerly.

When Shen Feibai came back, he had already rang the bell for class. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his family's Yang Yang staring at him sadly, and watched him sit on the seat all the way.

Shen Feibai: "..."

Made him look like a heartbreaker.

Wen Yang turned over the page of the messy draft in his hand, wrote a few words, tore it off and handed it to Shen Feibai.

Shen Feibai glanced at the note, crumpled it casually and threw it into the trash bag.

Wen Yang heard the movement behind him, raised his hand and wrote a few words and handed it over.

Shen Feibai was still steadfast in wasting paper resources.

Unwilling to give up, Wen Yang passed several notes behind his back.

Shen Feibai took a deep breath, and once again stuffed the note filled with the words "Xiaobaibai" into the trash bag.

Wen Yang looked at the draft that had been torn to pieces by him, and tore off the last section as well.

It wrote on it: Xiaobaibai, you talk to me, I have a disease that will kill you if you don't talk to me.

Shen Feibai looked at the note that was stuffed on his desk again, his expressionless face finally showed helplessness.

Wen Yang always has a way to extinguish his anger.

Shen Feibai thought about it, and wrote a reply on the back of the note.

What he wrote was: That will give you a chance to not die, Yangyang, tell me who you like.

After finishing writing, he stuffed it directly into the hat of the padded jacket that Wen Yang wore under his winter school uniform.

Wen Yang put the hat on his head and shook it, finally shaking the note out.

He bit his pen and looked at the note that Shen Feibai gave back to him, and he picked at the exercise book with the fingertips of his left hand.

Wen Yang really wanted to just say "I like you" directly, but his quick-witted reason immediately restrained his eager hand.

Wen Yang tilted his head and thought for a long time before tearing up a piece of paper again and writing: Why do you want to know who I like?

Shen Feibai who didn't get an accurate answer directly was a little unhappy, and there was still a trace of sadness brewing in the depression that spread in his heart that Shen Feibai himself didn't want to admit.

In the past, when he asked Wen Yang anything, Wen Yang would tell him directly.

But now Wen Yang's answer, in Shen Feibai's eyes, is no different from refusing to answer him.

Shen Feibai didn't know what to write and hand it back to Wen Yang.

He wanted to simply say that I want to know who you like because I care about you, I like you, and I want to crush my rival in the bud.

But obviously, if this word was handed out, it would be no wonder Wen Hamster wasn't scared out of his wits.

Shen Feibai frowned in distress. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the class teacher walking to the classroom in the corridor outside the window.

He calmly covered the note under the book, lowered his head and quietly brushed up the questions.

While he was finishing all this, the classmate sitting by the window also noticed the head teacher's arrival, cleared his throat gently, and coughed.

This cough seemed to be a signal, and those who were doing small things and making small movements immediately restrained themselves.

The whole class was immersed in the questions, just like a standard nerd key class demeanor.

But this time the head teacher did not come to observe the students' study status in the first evening self-study in the new semester.

After he entered the classroom, he went straight to Wen Yang's place, and took Wen Yang, who was pretending to be immersed in writing physics problems, to the office.

Wen Yang, who was taken away, seriously thought about what he had done that needed to be educated individually.

He didn't think that the movement of him handing the note to Shen Feibai was discovered, because if it was discovered, it should be him and Shen Feibai who were picked out.

The teacher in charge of mathematics, surnamed Yuan, is very young, and he plays well with the students and gets along well.

Wen Yang followed the head teacher away from the classroom. Wen Yang, who still couldn't think of what mistake he had made, simply asked, "Mr. Yuan, what do you want from me?"

The teacher in charge looked back at him and pushed open the door of the office.

The only ones who need to stay up late for self-study are the head teachers of each class. Now the office is empty, only the two people who just walked in.

The head teacher sat down by himself, and also pulled a chair over to the students behind him, "Wen Yang, sit down."

Wen Yang looked at the head teacher's face, and saw that he was amiable, so he sat down with relief.

"I just had a call with your father." The class teacher cut straight to the point, and seeing Wen Yang's puzzled look, he explained, "They didn't have time to come to the parent-teacher meeting this time, so I called them alone."

Wen Yang nodded.

"Your father said that you have always had your own opinions, so he means to let you choose the division of subjects."

The head teacher is a very responsible teacher. There are a few students in the class like Wen Yang whose parents are not around. He always thinks that under such circumstances, he is responsible for their education beyond study.

"Have you decided which subject to choose?" he asked.

Knowing that he did not commit a crime, but just had a regular heart-to-heart talk, Wen Yang immediately relaxed, and did not directly answer the head teacher's question, but instead asked: "Teacher Yuan, you should be leading a science class in the future, right?"

The teacher in charge nodded.

Wen Yang smiled hippie: "Then I'll study science, I've always liked you."

"But your grades in liberal arts are better than those in science." The homeroom teacher looked at Wen Yang and said bluntly, "Besides, you are in one or two key classes of high school this year, and many of you are good at science. If your grades are reasonable, you want to stay in the key class It's more difficult."

When Wen Yang heard this, the smile on his face didn't change, "I know, but I just miss the truth."

The teaching building of A Senior High School is a hall in the middle, with corridors and classrooms on both sides unfolding in the shape of two wings.

On both sides of a teaching building, there is a liberal arts building on one side and a science building on the other.

The liberal arts building has three upper floors, senior three, and the lower three floors, senior second. In the science building, several key classes of senior two and senior three are on the top floor, and the bottom ones are arranged in order of grades.

It's quite weird, but this sort of obvious ranking makes the competition in the science building extremely intense.

The reason why Wen Yang insisted on studying science is because of this classroom arrangement.

He can accept that he and Shen Feibai don't stay in the same class, but he can't accept that he and Shen Feibai don't stay in the same building.

His grades are only slightly lower than most of the students in the key class. Even if he can't get into the key class, he can still enter the class on the same level as the key class, but if he goes to study literature, he will be admitted. The key class is also separated from Shen Feibai by three floors.

If he was separated from Shen Feibai by such a distance, it would take two years. Wen Yang felt that after such a long time, the Shen Da cabbage he planted in his own field would definitely be taken over by others.

What's more, when choosing a university, the choice of liberal arts and science subjects is very different. Even the same school can be divided into different campuses. Wen Yang feels that he has to break his brain to choose the focus. Ban dropped Shen Feibai.

The homeroom teacher didn't know the twists and turns in Wen Yang's mind, but he sighed after repeated persuasion to no avail, and respected the students' ideas.

Wen Yang felt like he had won the battle, and returned to the classroom happily.

When the next evening's self-study was approaching, he received several notes, but they were not handed over by Shen Feibai, but a note from some classmates who had a good relationship with him, asking him to bring breakfast.

High A is a full boarding school, the canteen is not terrible, what is terrible is the long queue for cooking.

Some boarding students who don't want to eat bread and are too lazy to queue will choose to ask the day students in the class to bring some breakfast.

Shen Feibai and Wen Yang walked out of the school from the reception room with their day pass, and rushed home in the bitter cold wind.

Wen Yang was blown away and stomped his feet.

Shen Feibai stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Yang's hand out of his pocket, and stuffed it into his own pocket.

"What did Teacher Yuan tell you?" Shen Feibai asked, his voice shattered by the cold wind.

But Wen Yang still heard clearly, and he replied: "Talk about the division of departments."

Shen Feibai nodded, "You do have better grades in liberal arts."

Wen Yang moaned, with a look of surprise on his face, "How do you know that the teacher persuaded me so?"

Shen Feibai was a little proud, and stretched out his hand to rub Wen Yang's head, "I also know that you must be determined to study science!"

Wen Yang, who was completely seen through, smiled and said nothing.

Shen Feibai asked him again: "Why don't you speak?"

Wen Yang shook his head, "You have guessed everything, I was wondering what I could say that you couldn't guess."

Shen Feibai thought for a while and said, "Then tell me who you like, I can't guess that."

Hearing this, Wen Yang glanced at Shen Feibai, "I remembered it when you said it, but you haven't told me why you want to know this?"

As he said, he leaned closer to Shen Feibai and smiled, "You tell me? I'll tell you what you said."

Shen Feibai immediately made use of the results of his whole evening self-study, and replied crisply: "You tell me, and I will check for you."

"Tch." Wen Yang curled his lips, moved his head next to Shen Feibai a little disappointed, looked down at the ground in front of him, and muttered, "I don't think you should be happy."

The wind was blowing too hard, Shen Feibai couldn't hear Wen Yang's whisper.

He frowned slightly, "What are you talking about?"

"I said." Wen Yang looked up at Shen Feibai and raised his voice, "I said I won't tell you!"

The author has something to say: Shen Feibai: I care about you, I like you, and I want to crush my love rival to death in the bud.

Wen Yang: ......... Why do you make things difficult for yourself [Deng Yao.gif]