two sons three fathers

Han Yu waved his hand and said, "I'm afraid of you. I'll go. I'll go farther to the head office, shall I?"

"What are you arguing about?" Fu Yizhang turned his head and said seriously in their direction.

The noise in the classroom suddenly fell silent.

Amidst the many sideways glances, Fu Yizheng walked down with no expression of joy or anger, and stood behind Han Yu. He grasped Han Yu's shoulders with slender knuckles, squeezed them, and looked down at several people.

After a while, Fu Yizheng looked at Liu Cheng.

Liu Cheng raised his head and met his gloomy eyes. Fu Yizheng's sharp jaw was like a sharp weapon that could cut flesh. His impression of Fu Yizheng was that it was cloudy and sunny, and his face would change at any time.

He was not Han Yu, he was afraid of Fu Yizheng, Liu Cheng lowered his head and remained silent.

"Get up, everyone who sleeps," the disciplinary committee member played his role. Fu Yizheng said in a calm voice, but he was frightened when he heard it.

The whole class trembled visibly and couldn't help but sit up straight.

There was a terrifying voice hovering above Liu Cheng's head, and Fu Yizheng's look seemed to teach him a lesson.The quarrel with Han Yu was not his, nor was he instigating it.

Liu Cheng curled his lips aggrieved, and retorted in an inaudible voice: "...I didn't say anything."

He Suan was afraid that Fu Yizheng would blame Gu Mo, so he quickly looked at Gu Mo and said in a low voice, "Gu Mo, let's review, don't quarrel with them."

Gu Mo listened, and replied in a normal voice: "Review English, you teach me, I don't know how." She knew that He Xu was only good at English.

The girl squeezed among them raised her hand and said embarrassedly: "I'll sit up, can you let me out? Can you review?"

Gu Mo got up to let her.After sitting down, He Huan recited the words.

There was a sound in the classroom, those who were sleeping did not dare to sleep, and those who were gossiping were quiet, and they really started to review.

"The writing is beautiful," Fu Yizhen leaned over to look at the copybook, put his hands on Han Yu's shoulders, and said softly, "Don't want to read?"

Han Yu turned his face to the side, and the distance between the two got closer. Hearing the slow breathing in his ears, he laughed and said, "You think I can understand?"

"I don't think you can understand." Fu Yizheng glanced at the thick black eyelashes, and said truthfully: "You can look at it if you want, sleepy or not, can you lie down?"

Han Yu shook his head, he really didn't understand and didn't want to sleep.

He took out a math textbook from the pile of books, and jokingly said: "Look at the more difficult ones. If you get the original question tomorrow, you will get more points."

Fu Yizheng straightened up and asked, "Want to get a high score?"

Han Yu flipped through the book, and there was a brand new blank in the writing.

Amidst the sound of "crash", he turned his head and smiled, and said jokingly, "I think so."

"Come on," Fu Yizhen encouraged, "Get full marks tomorrow."

Get full marks?

Han Yu smiled with a sigh, and laughed again, wanting to laugh without any emotion.

Whoever gets full marks will not be him.

His eyes followed Fu Yizheng as he walked back, and only when he sat down did he take back his book.

Han Yu flipped back to the previous page number and looked at it, but couldn't understand it, and couldn't understand it in the middle.

He turned a little back, his eyes fell on the page, and he sighed, as if he didn't understand.

He spread out the book and read word by word silently. If he couldn't understand, he should recognize Chinese and improve his reading ability.

Wu Ji is the head teacher and teaches them mathematics. Generally, most students will be relatively partial to the head teacher's class.

Han Yu knew that he didn't even count as a partial subject, and he wasn't good at mathematics, and he didn't have a favorite subject. If he had to choose, he could only choose Chinese, because he could write words.

The whole class turned their heads together, Han Yu raised his head strangely, seeing the sights coming towards him, he turned his head to look behind him.

The head teacher stood beside him, his eyes slanting down on his book.

Wu Ji is tall and thin, with a round face, her eyes are not sharp at all, she usually looks serious, and her tone of voice is bad, so the students think she is fierce.

She came to see the students.When he walked to the back door, he saw Han Yu reading the exercises.That dazed look seemed puzzled.

Wu Ji's expression was slightly relaxed, and she was not so fierce anymore. She took a step forward and glanced at the question, and tried her best to explain in a tone that fit Han Yu's level: "Don't read the question blindly, grasp the conditions, and look at the results. The results can be used to deduce the reasons for the conditions. It will be much easier to find the answer. To find the arithmetic progression, first look at the terms it constitutes..."

The teacher's voice was close to his ears. Although Han Yu was not used to it, his nerves followed the rhythm.

"One equation corresponds to multiple unknowns, so if the conditions and laws are constantly changing, you use the most basic method to solve the equation."

Wu Ji picked up the pen on the table, and explained in the blank space under the title while writing, with chic and smooth handwriting.

Every step is explained.

During several calculations, Wu Ji wrote the answer in a new line and wrote: "S7 is equal to 35."

She said calmly: "Enlighten yourself a few times, master the rules and make perfect."

Han Yu nodded half-understanding, and said in a daze, "...Thank you, teacher."

There are students from other classes in the class, and the students are all reviewing seriously. Wu Ji said with satisfaction: "The exam questions are relatively difficult. Don't be discouraged if you can't do it. Just treat it with a normal heart."

Wu Ji looked at the clock on the wall, pointing to ten o'clock, and she said: "Everyone, read the books again."

Before Wu Ji left, he patted Han Yu on the shoulder, "Try to learn, take your time."

Han Yu stared at his shoulder, coupled with the teacher's words, he felt a little heavy.

Going back to the steps of solving the problem, I can't see it.He thought in his head: What is the experience of being cared by the teacher?

For him, it was a tortured experience.

An inexplicable pressure suddenly came.

He just acted inadvertently, and the class teacher had hope for him, or it was not called hope, but caring, because a teacher cared for the students.

The teacher cares about him!

Han Yu felt uneasy in his conscience, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and he began to frown again, lamenting from time to time.

Seeing him frowning, Liu Cheng's arm touched him, and said softly: "Yu'er, don't you understand?"

"Alas~" Han Yu shook his head helplessly, and said, "I don't quite understand."

Gu Mo was translating the article, when he heard a sigh, he said "I don't understand", turned around, and met Han Yu who was raising his eyes.

She shook her head with a look of "you are hopeless".

Han Yu frowned, and resolutely refused the next taunt, "Stop talking endlessly, you want to hit me, how can you enjoy what I don't know?"

Han Yu said a little self-destructively: "I know I can't, you can do it, can you?"

Gu Mo said in another way: "I understand everything, is it difficult?"

Liu Cheng didn't want to say more, but Gu Mo just said him, he paused, and proved himself in a low voice, "I also understand a little bit."

Hearing the sound, Han Yu turned to look at Liu Cheng sideways, showing a fatherly smile.

He Huan raised his arms, and said in a tactful way: "Han Yu, I seem to...understand it too~"

Han Yu: "..." He didn't understand the co-author.

He suddenly collapsed.

The people who rushed to the back door of the third class had a panoramic view of this decadent appearance.

A thought flashed through Zheng Xiong's mind: I didn't make a mistake, Brother Yu needed him.

"Brother Yu?" Zheng Xiong whispered under the dimly lit corridor.

Han Yu heard it and looked over.

Zheng Xiong waved and said, "Come out quickly."

Han Yu looked back at Fu Yizhang, and Fu Yizhang looked at him too, without saying anything.

Han Yu went out, and Zheng Xiong dragged him all the way up to the rooftop on the fifth floor.There is no shelter around, the strong wind blows, the top of the head is pitch black, and there is only a little light from the corridor around.

Han Yu's school uniform swayed, and the cold air blew in from the gap. It was chilly. He put the sweater on his head, put his hands in his pockets, and ran to a protruding wall in the stairwell to shelter from the wind.

Han Yu looked at Zheng Xiong wandering around in the gray light, circling a few square pillars around the roof, as if checking for suspicious persons.

Nervous, they are the most suspicious.

After a while, Zheng Xiong came back, passed by his side, and wanted to go downstairs.

"I'll go downstairs to have a look first," Zheng Xiong said mysteriously: "No one can find us."

"God's talking," Han Yu reluctantly stretched out his hot hand and grabbed Zheng Xiong's arm, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Brother Yu?" Zheng Xiong's voice was extremely suppressed, and he wanted to lean over, "I have some goods here."

Han Yu pushed Shenlai's head away, "Why are you so close, what kind of goods, don't go around in circles, you will be swollen?"

Zheng Xiong did bring something, and he took the risk to buy it for Han Yu.

He was able to treat Han Yu like this because of an incident that happened last winter.

His classmates threatened him and poured cold water from the toilet directly in front of him.

Zheng Xiong's family conditions are mediocre. They have a group of arrogant rich second generations who laugh at him for being fat and have to do homework for the five of them every day.Zheng Xiong didn't dare to provoke them.He wrote silently for several months. One day, the bus was late in the morning and he rushed to school.

During recess, he surrounded the toilet, and several people poured water on him, warned him not to speak up, and beat him.

Zheng Xiong was in the first and second classes of high school at the time, on the left side of the second floor.Han Yu is in Class [-], Grade [-], on the right.Their classrooms are on the same side as the toilets.

There is a long queue in the corridor of the bathroom on the right, and there are many people in the middle.

Han Yu glanced from a distance, saw no one in the corridor on the left, and passed to the left.

Where his line of sight was blocked, two students were arrogantly blocking the door of the bathroom, and those who came were not allowed to enter. Only after the other students walked away did they dare to complain in a low voice.

Han Yu passed the corner, heard a few noises, and ignored the content of the complaint.

He walked a few more steps, when an arm suddenly came across in front of him, and the person blocking the way said, "Go away!"

Han Yu didn't raise his head, and words popped out between his teeth: "I advise you not to be cerebral palsy."

"I didn't see whose territory it is!" Arrogant and arrogant.

Those who were beating people inside heard the quarrel, came out together, and surrounded Brother Yu.

Brother Yu raised his head looking at the ground, looked around, and said calmly, "Good words are hard to persuade."

Han Yu kicked the people who rushed forward, and punched them hard on the face and body, so that the other party shouted for mercy and said that he was wrong.

Han Yu didn't expect it to end so soon, and held back for a while, mainly because of the urgency to urinate.

One step later, he might just throw it in his crotch!