Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

"just……"

The two people in the front row turned half their faces, as if they were bored and eavesdropped on their speech.After Fu Yuhan said two words, he paused for a moment, and flicked his eyes impatiently: "Are you two busy?"

Fang Jiayuan patted Sun Wenrui. Sun Wenrui seemed a little dissatisfied. He glanced at Wen Yu, curled his lips, and turned back.

Fu Yuhan didn't delve into the meaning of the other party's expression.

His attention was still on Wen Yu's swollen ankle, and he frowned and asked, "It wasn't swollen when I was there just now, right?"

Wen Yu hummed, and twirled the pen with the tip of his slender right finger. With his left hand, he naturally pulled down the trouser leg of the school uniform, covered the gauze, and smiled: "It's okay, don't worry about it."

Fu Yuhan grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around.

Most of the time, there are only two expressions on Fu Yuhan's face: unhappy and expressionless.At this moment, he looked at Wen Yu with an expression between the two, with a silent stubbornness.

Wen Yu stared at him, then smiled suddenly: "Have you always been like this?"

"what?"

"I remember Yang Fan's birthday last year," Wen Yu thought of something funny, "We were planning to have a second KTV show, but Yang Fan said that you had an appointment with him, and he had to pick you up...otherwise you would wait until midnight. I was I also thought that this person might not be a rock."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

On Yang Fan's birthday last year, he prepared a simple light show for him within his ability.

That's why I insisted on asking Yang Fan to arrive. After all, things that have been arranged for two weeks cannot be moved just by saying.

But today, it's because I don't like to owe favors to others——

How can this be confused?

"I have seen it today, you are really a rock." Wen Yu shook his head, moved the chair back a little, and put his swollen left foot across his right knee, "What good do you have to know about this kind of thing? "

With his right hand hanging in the air, he made a twisting and pulling motion above his left ankle.

Fu Yuhan's expression suddenly became indescribable: "...When did you do it?"

Wen Yu pointed to the front of the classroom: "Turn the corner."

In other words, when he came back and saw Fu Yuhan being scolded, he sprained his ankle, and then ran to the math teacher to be good.

is a werewolf.

But Fu Yuhan had some common sense. He was stunned for a while, as if he couldn't believe it, and murmured: "Normal people's feet won't sprain so easily, right?"

"It's fine if you have an old injury." Wen Yu's face was full of indifference, he put his foot down, and moved the seat on one foot, "It's no big deal, I will sprain myself when I don't want to go to class."

"……thanks."

"Thank you," Wen Yu said, "Or are you going to make it up to me?"

His rising ending sounds a bit malicious, Fu Yuhan instinctively felt that something was wrong, but because he hated being owed favors, he still asked: "...what do you want."

Wen Yu turned his head and grinned.

Fu Yuhan: "...?"

The light of the sky fell into the young man's eyes, like stars, Wen Yu faced him and silently mouthed.

Yang Fan.

"..." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, "You are dreaming."

"Then don't ask." Wen Yu turned his face back, and smiled lightly, "Apart from this, what else can I want from you-do you want me to promise you with my body?"

That would be too disgusting.

Fu Yuhan just wanted to vomit just thinking about it.

He didn't answer, frowned subconsciously, and when he raised his eyes again, he was suddenly stunned.

Wen Yu's half-length jet black hair fell on his ears, revealing his perfectly shaped auricles.

There was a hole in the earlobe.

He didn't insert a plastic stick, so Fu Yuhan couldn't tell if it was a pierced ear for a while.But how should I put it... This kind of thing that is linked to "poor students" is very contrary to Wen Yu.

Although maybe... this person is not as "perfect" as Yang Fan described.

Fu Yuhan looked away.

I don't know if it was because Director Yao taught him a lesson, but he didn't skip class today.The blackboard newspaper in the class will be judged in two weeks, because only Fu Yuhan can draw the big picture, so he has to start earlier.

The blackboard at the back was cleaned by the student on duty long ago, and Ge Ran prepared paint for him, and put them all on the cabinet behind.In the second period, physical education class was changed to self-study, so Fu Yuhan moved a small table as a seat and sat at the end.

The sketch has been typed, and the big picture is ready, the trouble is just filling in the color.

But Fu Yuhan didn't force himself to finish the painting quickly, instead he painted very slowly.While drawing, he was thinking about Director Yao's suggestion.

Taking the art student exam...he thought about it.

Training requires money, and I heard that follow-up studies are very expensive, and it is not a small sum of money if you want to go abroad for further study.My younger sister is born weak and sickly, and I don't know how much I need for a heart replacement. Ms. He Yan is used to being diligent and thrifty, so she may not be willing to do so.

He didn't want Zhou Wenkang to do the work for him, because he knew it would be useless.

but……

He also has a father.

Fu Yuhan was slightly lost in thought.

No. [-] Middle School only offers art classes in the first year of high school, once a week, and there is only one art teacher in the whole school, who knows everyone.

Fu Yuhan thought about a class, but didn't have a clue, so he ran to the "miscellaneous subjects" office when the get out of class was over.

"What kind of wind can blow you here." The art teacher asked with a smile.

She is a gentle woman, the desk is covered with cute decorative stickers, and there is a cup of freshly brewed coffee in hand.

Although it was a cup of instant...but the aroma of coffee in the room reminded Fu Yuhan of Yang Fan.

He is a "star daddy" lover.

Fu Yuhan withdrew his thoughts, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "I want to ask, if I want to take the art exam... what do I need to do?"

"Are you going to take the art test?" The art teacher was obviously a little surprised.

Fu Yuhan's painting is a personal hobby. It is true that many students in the class know it because he often skips class and goes out to sketch. However, he has not shown much in serious art classes.

Not wanting to explain, he hummed casually.

"If you don't have the foundation, it's very difficult to make up for it now. You may need to apply for a full-time closed studio training. The school needs to ask for leave." The art teacher said, "The art entrance exam is in December, which is equivalent to the professional college entrance examination. You must Participated. If you have a good school of your choice, such as the Academy of Fine Arts, you may also need to take the school exams offered by each school... This specific issue needs specific analysis."

She looked at him: "How is your basic level now? Have you considered any good schools?"

"I can draw a little, but I don't know what level it is. The school... doesn't have any."

"Do you have any previous paintings? You can bring them here and let me see them for you."

"……nor."

These words sounded like an unreasonable customer, Fu Yuhan bit the soft meat in his mouth, and explained in a low voice: "A few days ago...my mother threw it away as trash."

"Ouch." The art teacher showed regret.

Those who paint will know the value of old paintings.

But after all, she was not familiar with Fu Yuhan, so she didn't ask any more questions, but said: "Then find time to draw a sketch for me these few days, and the time limit is three hours, I'll take a look at it for you, and then discuss the specifics with you, okay Is it? In the studio outside, I still know some people."

"Okay." Fu Yuhan paused, stopped and bowed halfway to the art teacher, "Thank you."

"...Don't." She laughed, "I'm not used to you being so polite."

If it was Wen Yu who thanked him so solemnly, she might not be so uncomfortable.

Because good students are always grateful to their teachers, but it is extremely difficult for bad students to turn around——

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and bent his waist even lower.

It's a bit off-putting, but he doesn't care.

Thanks is his business.

The comprehensive office is full of teachers of such non-compulsory subjects, so it is set up in the teaching building for the first year of high school.Fu Yuhan closed the door and left, bumping into a group of girls who came to eavesdrop.

When the young school girls saw him, they blushed and scattered like birds and beasts. Only one or two of the brave ones dared to laugh at him: "School grass, come to play often in the future."

These days, there are more and more girls who are extroverted and unrestrained, and there are fewer girls who will blush. Fu Yuhan is in the third year of the third year, and he can't remember how many times he has been "molested" by his seniors in different ways.

He has little expression, but he doesn't feel embarrassed, and usually just walk over and finish the job.

Anyway, as a gay man, it is impossible for me to respond to any of them.

But today, Fu Yuhan stopped in his tracks, looked past the group of girls, and landed on a young boy in the first grade classroom.

A girl who was obviously very courageous looked back and said with a smile: "Has the school grass taken a fancy to anyone in our class?"

"The one that went in just now..." he asked, "Is it Zhou Xiangyan?"

"Yes, you know him?"

"Unfamiliar." He walked away.

The real busyness is that the days are like flowing water and the people who live in it don't know it.

After finishing drawing the pictures on the bulletin board, three days passed in a flash, followed by a sudden increase in the number of He pictures with Wen Yu's "help".

Fu Yuhan thought he was not a good student, but it was not like he didn't do homework at all.Uncle Qin was busy with work, and he had to change He Yan's shift to take care of his younger sister at night, so he became more and more silent due to exhaustion.

Then, after Teacher's Day, he belatedly realized that the first monthly exam was coming.

The first monthly exam is early, scheduled for 11 and 12 days.

The monthly exam was held after the summer vacation, and it was supposed to be the beginning of the school year, so there was no grand change of the exam room. The teacher handed out the papers as if they were doing practice papers in class, and asked everyone to do it in their seats.

At first, Fu Yuhan really thought it was an ordinary exercise, he took care of his sister and didn't sleep well, and even fell asleep in class when he was writing the composition in Chinese.

This is very powerful, 150 points are directly deducted from 60 Chinese, and after the results are released after the weekend, his grade ranking, which is not high at all, directly falls back by more than 80 points.

When Zhou Wenkang typed the table made of scores and grade rankings on the PPT, he specifically said: "Students whose rankings have dropped significantly this time, come to my office after class."

It was at this time that Fu Yuhan realized that the set of test papers that needed to be handed in for correction last week was actually a monthly test.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his eyes and saw the name of his deskmate on the huge slide, at the top of the table.

闻煜：语文141、数学150、英语146、物理98、化学100、生物96。

The paper with a total score of 750, this one got 731.

Grade Rank: 1.

The author has something to say: Hurry up slowly or miss 12 o'clock. TT

I am a younger brother. OTL