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Wen Yang basically has to carry a huge black plastic bag to school every day, and the plastic bag is filled with the breakfast of his classmates.

The school has banned this kind of behavior of bringing breakfast many times, but students always have a way to take advantage of it.

Now they just choose not to eat in the classroom to avoid being discovered by the teacher. There are piles of students squatting in the corridor to eat breakfast together, including the third-year students next door.

Instead, the classroom was empty.

Wen Yang sat on the seat, took out all the things in the schoolbag and put them on the table.

His stool was kicked lightly, it was rare that he didn't ask Wen Yang to bring breakfast, but chose to go to the cafeteria's front table and the back table.

"Wen Xiaoyang, let me tell you something very important." He said.

Wen Yang turned his head, half a month into school, and what he saw when he turned his head was not Shen Feibai, which still made Wen Yang a little unaccustomed.

His back desk is kind of silly, literally silly, but not pejorative.

"What's the matter?" Wen Yang asked while touching the remaining things in the backpack and putting them on the table.

The back table looked serious: "Congratulations, you are famous!"

Wen Yang:? ? ? ?

"Just the basketball game the day before yesterday!" The back table reminded him.

"Oh." Wen Yang looked stunned, and he was quite impressed by the group of crazy callers next to the arena, "Could it be that I topped the list of the most popular boys in High A?"

The back desk was stunned, he was in a daze for a while, and asked: "Is there such a list? Isn't there only a list of grades in our school?"

Wen Yang stared at the back table seriously for a while, then sighed deeply.

"No, I'm talking nonsense." Wen Yang said.

The inspiration for the nonsense came from the romance novel that Shen Feibai read to him last night.

Students in high A are too busy to study one by one and add one or two interest groups. If you have free time, you will be damned.

This can also be believed, I am afraid it is really stupid.

Wen Yang looked at his back table sadly, like a mother worried about the future of her retarded son.

The back table looked at Wen Yang, as if looking at a big liar, with accusations all over his face.

"If you have something to talk about, don't force me to talk about other things." Wen Yang said.

"..." The back desk, who was about to say good things before talking about things, was a little bit annoyed by the anti-routine.

But he quickly gave in.

"Did you go back and check the answer with Shen Feibai last night? Lend me the physical chemistry test paper."

"It's just borrowing the test paper, it would be better to say no earlier." Wen Yang detested him.

Looking at Wen Yang from the back table, he flipped through the test papers, and said solemnly: "It's not good to just borrow the test papers. Of course, we need to contact each other first."

Wen Yang handed him the paper and rolled his eyes: "Pull it down, whoever wants to contact you, ugly refuse."

Looking at Wen Yang's handsome face at the back table, he really wanted to paste the test paper in his hand on the other's face.

Wen Yang really felt that the surrounding atmosphere had become a little strange.

The feeling is especially obvious when I go to the cafeteria to eat at noon.

He bit his chopsticks, looked around, and kicked Shen Feibai with his toes.

Shen Feibai raised his head, didn't look at him, but looked into his bowl: "Aren't they all your favorite food?"

He thought Wen Yang was picky again.

"No." Wen Yang said in a low voice, "I feel like the whole world is watching me!"

Only then did Shen Feibai raise his eyes, and looked around, he found a lot of heads that turned back in a hurry, and a few bold ones, not only did not turn their heads back, but they also looked at Wen Yang who was going over He and Shen Fei laughed in vain.

When Wen Yang looked away, he even saw someone from the girls at the table blowing a loud whistle.

Wen Yang was shocked.

"Girls are like this now..." Wen Yang was stuck for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a suitable adjective.

Science students have such a sad vocabulary.

Shen Feibai poked a potato with his chopsticks, and thought for a while: "It's because of the basketball game the day before yesterday. I think it will be fine in two days."

"I feel like a big star." Wen Yang said.

Shen Feibai looked at Wen Yang, nodded in agreement, and then asked, "Then should you wear sunglasses and a mask to go out?"

"If you don't wear it, you will get prickly heat." Wen Yang also poked a potato with his chopsticks, "Anyway, it won't lose a piece of meat if you look at it."

In fact, there are many kinds of competitions that high school students participate in, but most of them are robots, mathematics, electronics, literature awards for middle school students, etc. Only one result can be heard in the end, and the participation of students is generally high. Neither are high.

The glory of winning the trophy is to be announced by the whole school. As a cold symbol, it is placed among many honorary certificates. For most students, there is nothing special to be proud of.

But sports events are different. It is a very strong sense of substitution to be able to experience and participate in the game and watch the home team win the honor with your own eyes.

So unexpectedly, the popularity of the basketball game in the A high school not only didn't go down, but got higher and higher.

Even when the basketball team is training, a lot of people will come to watch and cheer for the basketball team.

Occasionally, a girl would offer something like milk tea, but they refused once and they still continued to give it. In the end, after the basketball team discussed it, they simply accepted it, and whether to drink it or not is another matter.

Wen Yang got two bottles of Assam today. After the training, he held them in his hands, and they were still cold. It seemed that he had just bought them.

"The welfare of the basketball team is very good recently." Wen Yang said, and gave Shen Feibai a bottle.

"They also treat you as welfare." Shen Feibai took the bottle of milk tea, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Wen Yang, took another bottle, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

"Us? Welfare?" Wen Yang was stunned.

Shen Feibai pinched Wen Yang's arm, the soft flesh on it was almost gone, and the touch under his hand was hard muscle.

"Flesh," he said.

Wen Yang paused for a moment while drinking the milk tea, and looked down at the bottle of milk tea in his hand in a bit of confusion.

"Then I was adopted."

Shen Feibai took a sip of milk tea and nodded, "Yes, you sell your appearance and your body."

"Then you still drink the milk tea I got by selling my looks and my body!" Wen Yang accused him.

"Why can't I drink the milk tea you got in exchange for your ability." Shen Feibai said.

Wen Yang stared at Shen Feibai with wide eyes: "Then you drink the milk tea that I exchanged with my ability, and clean up with me tonight."

Shen Feibai was taken aback, and screwed on the bottle cap: "Why don't you talk about the weekend, and suddenly have to do a big cleaning?"

"My parents came back the day after tomorrow and just sent a WeChat message." Wen Yang shook the phone.

Shen Feibai nodded and had no opinion on this.

——It would be great if we could make Wen Yang forget that there is still a setting of reading a romantic novel as a bedtime story.

It was already 09:30 when I got home after evening self-study.

In two hours, I can tidy up the house, mop the floor before going out tomorrow morning, and then open the windows to ventilate.

The recent weather is unbelievably hot, and it will dry up after a while.

When Li Lin played games with Wen Yang, he once said that Wen Yang looked like a left-behind child.

Wen Yang thought about it and it seemed that this was indeed the case, but he still refuted Li Lin's words, saying that he had Shen Feibai.

After all, his parents are busy outside all day long, if he hadn't been sensible, he probably would have to call the Shen family and his parents directly.

Wen Feifei was very excited during the cleaning. I wonder if it was because Wen's parents were coming back. One tail was wagging like an electric fan, and the dog had a smile on his face when he stuck out his tongue.

The Wen family's parents loved Wen Feifei very much, basically they would eat something for themselves, and after confirming that it could be eaten by Wen Feifei, they would give it a small portion.

And Wen Feifei is also smart, it once did such things as holding the hem of Papa Wen's clothes in its mouth, dragging him to the cabinet where the canned food was kept, and asking Papa Wen to open the canned food for it.

Wen Yang looked at Wen Feifei who was bouncing around excitedly, feeling annoyed and funny.

"I think Feifei must know that my parents are coming back." He said.

Shen Feibai turned his head and glanced at Wen Feifei, he was also aware of Wen Feifei's glorious deeds.

"Isn't it good that our son is so smart?" he asked.

"..." Wen Yang looked at Shen Feibai who said so with a serious face, and for a moment didn't know how to answer.

"By the way, uncles and aunts are back." Shen Feibai seemed to have thought of something, "My parents are planning to travel to Sichuan on the National Day, and I haven't reported it yet. Why don't you discuss it with your parents and let the two of us go together?"

Wen Yang thinks it's feasible, his parents are the kind of people who can't stay idle, staying at home for more than a month's vacation is afraid that they will grow hair.

It's also good for traveling.

"That's just right." Wen Yang nodded, "Didn't you say you want to take a family portrait? Go out and play together, and it's fine to make a photo album."

However, the plan never changes quickly. Wen Yang never expected that Father Wen and Mother Wen would bring back a big news when they came back.

Mother Wen is pregnant.