The boss always thought we were looking at each other

Yan Yu's actions were quick, and when he made up his mind to move, he hung almost all the unnecessary things in the house, such as slightly larger furniture, on Xianyu.

The original owner did not treat himself badly in life, and the things he used were considered petty bourgeoisie, and there must have been some depreciation, but he sold them for as little as [-] yuan here and there, which solved his urgent need.

Yan Yu firstly didn’t even meet the parents, and secondly, the cheap parents made it clear that they didn’t intend to contact him. What kind of nostalgia could he have for this family? .

Next, it’s time to apply for accommodation.

Mingteng’s dormitory is in good condition, four-person room for senior one, two-person room for senior two, and two-person room for senior year three, and the accommodation fee is only 200 yuan a year, and there is no utility bill.

Yan Yu sat in the classroom and never took his eyes off his phone all day.

Many of the original owner's items are out of print, and there is an endless stream of people contacting him, and it is a joy to sell them.

However, the old Jiang on the platform was eloquent and passionate, and his saliva splashed everywhere.

"Next," Lao Jiang knocked on the table, reminding everyone to concentrate, "I'm looking for two people to come up and write silently."

After the words fell, Lao Jiang squinted his eyes and looked around the classroom.

On both sides of the aisle in the penultimate row, He Ci bent his back slightly, lowered his head and frowned, and wrote something on the paper, with seriousness in his eyes.The way he memorizes is very simple, and he can remember it after reading or writing it once.

When he doesn't want to attend lectures or talk, he will transcribe, and the mechanical movements don't require any thinking. At this time, he will be much more relaxed than usual.

Yan Yu on the other side of the aisle had a book higher than his head in front of his eyes, and he hid behind the book sneakily, occasionally laughing secretly.

"He Ci, come up." Lao Jiang stared at the super strict Yan Yu who thought he was covering up, and stroked the long beard on his chin angrily, "Yan Yu, what are you so happy about, say it, let everyone Happy, happy?"

Suddenly being called by the words of the call, he raised his head in a daze, and secretly kicked Song Mo's stool vigorously.

Song Mo was almost sent away by his kick, and turned around to give him a hard look, "Old Jiang asked you to laugh!"

Words: "..."

Yan Yu clenched his phone tightly, slipped it sneakily, and hid it in the cuff of his school uniform. Then he picked up a piece of paper from the table and waved it in front of everyone.

Before the words came out, the person choked up.

"I, I'm reading a letter from my family. I'm so happy. Don't be surprised." Yan Yu's eyes were red, and when he got to the point where he was sobbing, he secretly wiped his tears away from everyone, "My mother explained clearly in the letter about my family's bankruptcy. Now, she told me not to worry about family matters...study hard."

Hearing these words, Lao Jiang exchanged a glance with He Ci below, his beard cocked up angrily.

Listen, is there such a mother who is so afraid of sharing their family's stinky money?

"Your mother told you that?!"

Yan Yu was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but nodded, and bowed deeply to everyone, "I, I know that during the time my family went bankrupt, everyone took good care of me, and the first thing I thought of when talking or doing things was me. What can't you think about, here, I would like to say thank you to everyone..."

What I said really poked my heart. Before I finished speaking, a girl in the class had already secretly wiped away tears. Lu Xuan shook his head and sighed while listening, implying that this kid has a heart.

"Yan Yu, what are you talking about, we are in the same class, who will take care of you if we don't take care of you?"

The other girls followed suit.

Maybe it's because I didn't expect that I deliberately sell miserably, which will resonate with everyone.

Yan Yu's heart warmed, and he thought that God has treated him really well in this life, and his luck seems to be not bad.

He raised his head, only then did he see clearly that it was a girl who was speaking, a girl with a strange and delicate appearance.

Yan Yu looked at it for a long time before he vaguely remembered that this person was Zhao Qingqing, and he was the Chinese class representative of their class.

In that book, the person Li Shaojie likes seems to be Zhao Qingqing. He tried every means to catch up with Zhao Qingqing, but later, because he got the recommended admission to Beijing University, he suddenly felt that Zhao Qingqing was not good enough for him. As a result, Zhao Qingqing failed the college entrance examination, and even failed to show half of her usual grades.

"Thank you, Zhao Weiqing, and thank you all." Yan Yu pursed his lips at her, then looked directly at Lao Jiang on the stage, and said in a light tone, "If you survived SARS, if you survived an earthquake, isn't it just broken?" Who can die hard, far from being unable to survive."

Yan Yu snorted coldly, "Isn't it just and right for the son to pay the debt of the father?"

The cheap parents don't want him, and it's not like he can't support himself, isn't it just three meals a day, what if he can starve to death?

He Ci looked sideways slightly, listening to his last words, looking at Yan Yu with only pity in his eyes.

"well said!"

Old Jiang took the lead in applauding, and his eyes fell on He Ci who was next to him. As expected, he saw a sarcastic look on his face, and sighed slightly.

"Student Yan Yu's awareness is very high," Lao Jiang waved at him and He Ci, "Come on, come up, let the teacher see your awareness in silent writing."

Yan Yu froze for a moment, silent words, silent words?

Before Yan Yu could react, He Ci, who was beside him, had already walked to the podium, and took the chalk silently.

He ordered to follow and stood beside He Ci, wishing he could stick to He Ci's body.

Old Jiang sighed, picked up the textbook, "it's a bit close."

"Ow."

Yan Yu silently moved a fingertip to the side, poked his head up again quietly, and said quietly: "Brother Ci, don't run away, I can't do without you."

The unique fragrance of Yan Yu's body is so light that it can hardly be smelled, like daisies in spring, it is neither strong nor attractive, but it always makes people feel comfortable.

He Ci smelled the fragrance, and subconsciously glanced at the expectant young man beside him, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was afraid that he would not agree.

"You should attend class."

The corners of Yan Yu's mouth twitched, and he let out a soft 'um', with a little sleepiness, "I'm so miserable, I was too busy reading family books, and I didn't have time to attend class, Brother Ci, you just pity the poor child, okay?"

He Ci didn't speak, and looked at the blank blackboard in silence.

Yan Yu blinked, "If you don't speak, I will take it as your agreement?"

Lao Jiang saw that the two of them had finished muttering, so he adjusted his glasses, "The range of silent characters is "Zhu Zhiwu Retires Master Qin", I have a mental preparation."

"Que Qin benefits Jin, the word 'Que Qin'."

Yan Yu snorted, confident, and wrote down the big words 'absent from work' on the blackboard.

He knows how to do this question. Is silent writing in high school so simple now? !

Glancing over there secretly, he was stunned for a moment when he saw the 'Que Qin' written by He Ci.

This is a phrase?

Yan Yu tried his best to wink at others, seeing that people ignored him, he turned his head and glanced at Lao Jiang who was watching everyone's silent writing, without saying a word, he turned around and picked up the eraser, erased the words written by He Ci, and slammed on He Ci wrote down his answer.

After all, his application for accommodation needs to be approved by He Ci, so help He Ci right now and accumulate some goodwill.

Afterwards, with a serious face and some grievances, "Brother Ci, you are wrong, I called you and you still ignored me!"

He Ci quietly glanced at the dog crawling characters on the blackboard: "...Are you sure?"

"Ang!" Yan Yu nodded resolutely.

The people in the audience who heard the movement looked up, and watched Yan Yu confidently change the correct answer to the wrong one, and were stunned.

"Isn't that how it's written?"

"That's how it's written, but not quite...that's how it's written."

A total of [-] phrases were dictated, and He Ci corrected half of the words and metaphors, so he simply didn't change them. He Ci is a fucking illiterate, right?

There is no way to read silent characters at all.

He changed it once, and He Ci changed it back, and the cycle went on three or four times. In the end, he didn't bother to correct it for He Ci, and He Ci himself didn't bother to change what he had written. he writes.

The people in the audience originally planned to copy He Ci's, but now they are going to copy the goddamn der!

They felt sorry for Yan Yu, but it didn't mean they didn't dare to beat him to death.

"Words!" Song Mo hated him almost to death. Lao Jiang's words counted as a homework point. How could he copy his mother's words after He Ci was completely autistic.

"Don't meddle in your own business, can you!" Song Mo shouted to the podium in a low voice.

Yan Yu turned around when he heard the sound, made a gesture of spreading his hands helplessly, and said silently with his lips: "He can't write!"

Turning around, seeing He Ci's black face, he couldn't help but smack his lips. Not only was He Ci not good at Chinese, he didn't listen to persuasion, what's more annoying was that he was lazy.

"Brother Ci!" Yan Yu avoided Lao Jiang and glanced at He Ci, who was not in a good mood. "It would be too much for you not to write this word. Although it may not be right, you must write it!"

Everyone: I really thank you for your mouth, his grandma, be yourself!

"What are you arguing about?" Lao Jiang raised his head, and saw the blackboard in front of He Ci, with crooked characters like a wheat field blown down by the wind, half of which were wrong.

Old Jiang looked in disbelief, and looked at He Ci, "Do you have any opinion on me?"

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"Benefit Owner's Handbook"

The cold beauty is attacked by X Erha

Raising canaries has become popular recently in the circle. Mr. Gu, Mr. Zhou, and Mr. Li all come out with a little love on their arms.

Yu Shen took a look, his whole body was covered with nothing but money, and his body smelled sour, what could he do?

Whoever loves this bowl of food will eat it!

As the name suggests, Yan Baoyu is a rare piece of jade in the rough, just like the fairy who came down from the Guanghan Palace, just standing there, she looks like a fairy.

At the banquet, Yu Shen was very curious at a glance, and sneaked a look at the necessary qualities of Canary summed up by the assistant: While caring for him, the father of the benefactor must have absolute control!

Hey, he's good at that!

Staggering to the person, he pointed to a plate of mud towel rolls bigger than his face in front of Canary: Eat!Don't leave if you can't finish eating, look at you as thin as a monkey!

Yan Baoyu frowned slightly, feeling that there was something wrong with this person, so she turned and left indifferently.

Yu Shen let go of his popularity, and snorted coldly without repentance: Sure enough, the canary group is weak, so I'm embarrassed by me?

From now on, as long as there is Yan Baoyu's crew, there will be the figure of the overlord Yu Shen.

Yu Shen: Just such a cup of wolfberry tea, I brewed it myself, and I drank it quickly!

Yan Baoyu's expression was cold, and he glanced at the thermos in his hand called a barrel: If you continue to do this, you are not afraid that I will die with you?

The whole circle knew that Mr. Yu, who was on the wealthy side, had a lover, and he was very reluctant to take it out.

Until one day, Yuji broke the news that Yan Baoyu, a member of a well-known group, had a domestic violence in the middle of the night: In winter, the wealthy Mr. Yu was kneeling outside the balcony with the five-flowered bowl dangling on his head. Only then did everyone understand.

This is not raising birds, it is clearly recruiting an ancestor for myself!

Yu Shen: Don't ask, if you ask, you will regret it!

Good at brain supplementation/financial wealth/indulging in the beauty of the prosperous age of Shou every day, unable to extricate himself from the bandit Gong X alone/super vigilant/thinking about how to fight every day, the mentally handicapped gold master enters the hospital to beautify

In short, it is a story of two little rookies who don't understand love and rely on each other, sweet and cruel.

I like to collect it.