Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

"Hahahaha, I told you that he has good grades, why don't you believe it..."

Yang Fan's laughing voice could penetrate the receiver, and Fu Yuhan could imagine him leaning forward and back through the phone, "Have you seen it now?"

"..."

Fu Yuhan on the receiver side pursed his lips, and was silent for a moment: "I don't want to continue talking when you smile so happily."

"Wrong, wrong, I won't say it."

The person on the other end of the phone was laughing, listening to the sound, as if he had thrown himself on the bed.

It is so unscrupulous to call someone who is close and relaxed. Fu Yuhan listened to the voice on the phone, and he unconsciously relaxed.He walked to the window for a while, looking at the road where the number of people in the hospital decreased sharply in the evening.

The street lamp illuminated a small area lonely, and the night wind blew the hair on his forehead.

Yang Fan's voice continued to come from the phone: "Oh no, I just asked Wen Yu two days ago, and he said that he gets along well with you, why are you so unhappy that he is the first in the grade?"

"Why didn't you ask me?"

"Is that the point?"

Fu Yuhan really wanted to say "um".

But when the words came to his mouth, he felt that they were too blunt and he couldn't speak. His lips murmured for a moment, and he changed his phrase: "Did he call you?"

"I called." Yang Fan was so familiar with him that he could guess the following after hearing half a sentence, and quickly explained, "It's not that I won't call you. He told me a few days ago that he hurt his foot, so I called He asked about the situation... You see, didn't I take the initiative to call you when I knew you had finished the monthly exam? I still love you baby. "

Fu Yuhan's heart skipped a beat.

Wen Yu's foot injury didn't affect him to run on Fu Yuhan cheaply if he had nothing to do, plus he was alive and kicking within two days, if Yang Fan didn't mention it, Fu Yuhan almost forgot.

He was actually a little curious, but Wen Yu's words were true and false, and it seemed frustrating to ask the bottom line.

After all, he was his rival in love, not a good buddy.

In order to ignore Yang Fan's last sentence, he decided to take this opportunity to ask about it, "Speaking of which, what happened to his foot?"

"What?" Yang Fan didn't respond.

"It's just..." Fu Yuhan thought for a while, "Did he tell you? He injured himself."

"Ah? Oh, I know. Didn't he run fast when he came down the stairs?" Yang Fan said, "His foot was so tall that it was like that when he first came here. He sprained his head twice in three days. I heard it was injured when he was a child." If it is not raised well, the sequelae left behind cannot be cured except to pay attention to it at ordinary times."

"I ran faster when I went downstairs."

"...I see, then he was really careless." Fu Yuhan pursed his lips, kindly did not expose Wen Yu's lies, and brought the topic back to the monthly exam results.

This time, the teachers were merciful and slightly lowered the difficulty of the test papers. Many people's scores were higher than usual, but even so, the score of 731 points was still a bit exaggerated.

Exaggerated to the end of get out of class time, a lot of people gathered at the door of Class [-] to "worship Xueba".

Usually there are at most a few girls who come to see the handsome guy, but this time, there is no distinction between men and women and classes. There are a bit too many people, and it is noisy. Even the grade leader came to chase them away several times.

There was so much commotion outside the classroom, but Wen Yu in the classroom had been sitting calmly in his seat, either writing papers or reviewing with a notebook, as if he hadn't seen anything.

"Too BKing." Fu Yuhan said to Yang Fan.

"Hahahaha, I can imagine the picture." Yang Fan laughed so hard on the phone that he fell down.

After laughing, he said: "His grades were exaggerated in his freshman year of high school. There are two treasures in our class. Before every exam, we have to pay homage to Wen Yu. Now that he has transferred to another school, they plan to enshrine Wen Yu's photo."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"Before he transferred to another school, he was approached by the class teacher to talk to him several times, trying to persuade him to stay, but Wen Yu didn't listen. Our director of the Academic Affairs Office also said that this enrollment rate was given to you for nothing."

"Why does he have to transfer?" Fu Yuhan asked, "There is not much difference between No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School."

Yang Fan smiled mischievously: "Who complained to me every day that he wanted to come to No. [-] Middle School?"

"..." Fu Yuhan pursed his lower lip, and said calmly, "You don't hit people in the face."

Fu Yuhan made an appointment with Yang Fan to go to No. [-] Middle School. Naturally, he couldn't take the initiative to fill in No. [-] Middle School. However, on the deadline for the high school entrance examination application, his mother asked for the account password from the class teacher, and changed his application after logging into his account.

teaching ability?It really doesn't make a difference.

But He Yan said that No. [-] Middle School was closer to their home, saving Fu Yuhan from running back and forth.

At first glance, it sounds very warm, but there is clearly a student dormitory in No. [-] Middle School.

After the deadline, he couldn't change his choice. Fu Yuhan took the admission notice, and it was impossible to go back and re-study, so he had to accept his fate and come to No.

When people came, the emotions were very contradictory. In the first year of high school, he and Yang Fan sent messages and called each other every day, always mentioning "I want to go to No. [-] Middle School" once in three sentences.

It's all black history.

"Don't tease you, I'm wrong." Yang Fan said, "But I don't know why Wen Yu transferred. When I asked him before, he said that his father asked him to transfer, but as far as I know, he Not the kind of person who listens to his father."

"Is there a contradiction?"

"No, right? His father should be the kind who respects his ideas... But, I don't understand."

Fu Yuhan fell silent.

"Then how did you do in the exam this time?" Yang Fan changed the subject.

"Not good." Fu Yuhan paused, "Before the exam, I didn't know it was a monthly exam, so I fell asleep while writing the composition."

"...Then you are cool? Are you on vigil again?"

"Ah."

"Tsk," Yang Fan was a little dissatisfied, "Your mother is really, you are already in the third year of high school. She is not just a child like Xiaolu."

"I usually don't think about these things," Fu Yuhan said softly, "The little deer is already very poor."

The more I think about how eccentric my mother is, the easier it is to blame my sister.

No need.

He is almost an adult, why bother with a primary school student.

"But..." Yang Fan hesitated to speak.

"what?"

At this time, a nurse on duty passed by, Fu Yuhan changed his phone and walked to a corner where no one was around.The inpatient department is much quieter than the outdoors. He suppressed his voice: "Say what you have to say, what can't you say to me?"

"It's not... tsk, then I'll just say it straight."

"Ah."

"I'm planning to take the exam for T University. Chu Lei said that he wants to take the exam for P University. In the future, we can hang out and play together. So...do you want to take the exam for the Imperial Capital too?"

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

He doesn't seem to be able to imagine the level of T big P big now.

For other schools...

"Let me think about it." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, pulled the leaves of the potted plants in the corner of the corridor, and said in a low voice, "See if I can get closer to you as much as possible."

Classwork in high school is much more difficult than in junior high school.Under such a major premise, there can be 1 reasons for the performance to regress.

Conflicts with family members, inadaptability to unfamiliar environments, rebellion... anyone can share the blame.

Fu Yuhan didn't want to complain, but he couldn't tell Yang Fan and the others what he did three years ago to make an appointment with a middle school. Moreover, Director Yao's suggestion actually moved him very much.

He likes drawing very much, he doesn't have to think about anything when painting, he can control everything about the picture.

It would be great if you can learn to draw.

I don't know if the emperor has any other options.

The two chatted for a few more words, and Yang Fan hung up the phone.

Fu Yuhan raised his eyes, the evening was gradually getting dark, he saw his reflection on the window, and thought, maybe it's time to find his father.

Wen Yu was sitting opposite his father.

He sat directly opposite to his father at the big round table for twelve people, and there were only three people on the table.The woman who came to his place to cook for him last time was a little at a loss, it didn't feel right to sit on any side, and finally had to sit awkwardly next to the middle-aged man.

"I heard that you just passed the exam." The middle-aged man said.

Wen Yu nodded, with proud eyes: "Yes, the first monthly exam."

"Are the results out?"

"Out," Wen Yu said, "Number one."

The man nodded: "It seems that there is nothing uncomfortable for you in the new school."

Wen Yu smiled, but didn't answer.

"... Ziming!" The woman yelled anxiously, then smiled apologetically at Wen Yu, "Xiao Yu, I've been to the new school for a few days, are you getting along well with your classmates?"

"Very good, Mom." Wen Yu smiled gently, "The teacher likes me very much, and the classmates get along well."

"I heard that your class teacher arranged for you a less motivated deskmate?" Wen Ziming said suddenly, "Wanjing, you find time to go to school, talk to the class teacher, and change Xiaoyu to a better deskmate. , so as not to affect his study."

"Eh... ok."

Fang Wanjing glanced across the table and smiled awkwardly.

Women are always more sensitive. Although Wen Yu is smiling, she can feel that he doesn't seem very happy.

However, this kid Wen Yu didn't know how to grow up, and he rarely expressed his happiness or not, and he didn't eat oil and salt.Sometimes Fang Wanjing wanted to follow him, but he never asked much.

The line of sight fell on the exquisite porcelain bowl in front of her, and the hotel's yellow spotlights cast light spots on the edge of the bowl, Fang Wanjing sighed silently.

Just when she thought that today's rare "reunion dinner" for a family of three would end as dull as before, Wen Yu suddenly spoke.

"No need, Dad, I'm quite satisfied with my deskmate."

The ever-changing 30-degree smile was slightly restrained, Wen Yu raised his eyelids, his eyes were cold, "People who are not motivated don't waste my time by asking me questions with a notebook every day, isn't it good?"

"But I'm worried that unmotivated people will lead you down."

"Oh." Wen Yu smiled, "But maybe it would be worse if I was at the same table?"

Wen Ziming frowned.

"Anyway, I don't want to change the tablemate." Wen Yu lowered his eyes and picked up the chopsticks.

"Maybe it's worse" is not discussing the possibility, Wen Ziming can tell that he is threatening.

"I haven't pursued the matter of your transfer, what else do you want?" Wen Ziming asked angrily.

"I don't want to do anything. I didn't ask for anything. I'm thankful that you don't meddle in my affairs." Wen Yu lowered his head to eat, "We clearly agreed at the beginning. I got the first grade in the exam as scheduled. I hope you can Compliance with the agreement."

"Smell! Yu!"

Wen Yu turned a deaf ear.

"Okay, Ziming, it's rare for Xiao Yu to have a meal with us, so don't pat the table." Fang Wanjing leaned over to pat him on the back, "Eat, eat."

After she coaxed one, she had to coax the second one, "Xiao Yu, will you come home with us tonight?"

"No need, I have evening self-study later, and I have to go back to school." Wen Yu didn't raise his head, "It's convenient to go back to my own home after class."

"What about Friday? You can always go home on weekends, right?"

"Let's talk about it, I'm in the third year of high school, and I have to make up classes on weekends."

His refusal was obvious.Fang Wanjing wanted to persuade her again, but was stopped by Wen Ziming.

"Okay." The man was obviously still angry, "Leave him alone if he doesn't want to."

"Self-evident..."

Fang Wanjing took a hard look at Wen Yu, sighed, and lowered her gaze.

Tonight was indeed another unhappy dinner.

Wen Yu didn't think there was anything, he had expected it before coming.After eating, the driver took him back to school first, Wen Yu nestled himself in the back seat, and snorted softly.

It was already dark, and the lights of the street lights flickered on his face as the vehicles moved.

At this moment, there was no smile on his face, he was as indifferent as if Fu Yuhan had possessed him.

Children know the truth that twisted melons are not sweet, and he doesn't understand what Fang Wanjing is still insisting on.

Being able to call her "Mom" is already the limit for Wen Yu. Could it be that she really imagined that the three of them could become a family.

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly.

Wen Yu picked it up, and the moment he saw the caller ID, he smiled naturally: "Hello, Yang Fan? What's the matter?"

"Can't I call you if I have nothing to do?" Yang Fan's voice was lazy, "I just called Xiaohan, and suddenly remembered that I need to tell you about it."

"what?"

"I'm planning to take the T major, and then Chu Lei wants to take the P major. The T major and the P major are across the street, so it's very convenient to play together." He said, "Do you think you want to come together?"

Wen Yu was taken aback.

His pause made Yang Fan mistakenly think it was a refusal, so he hurriedly asked: "You don't plan to go abroad directly, do you? Of course, it's not difficult based on your grades and family conditions..."

"No, I have no plans to go abroad now." Wen Yu came back to his senses, "I haven't thought about which school to take the exam-are you and Chu Lei planning to take the imperial capital?"

"Magan can't say it, the ball score is not good, I said try my best, and then there are Zhang Si, Zhao Meng, Sun Pengwei..." Yang Fan reported a list of names of his classmates to him.

No. 2 Middle School is the top [-] high school in this city, and there are many people who dare to set the goal of T big and P big.

After Wen Yu finished listening, he groaned.

He seems to be very friendly to everyone, but in fact, there are not many people who will take it to his heart. He didn't remember any of these names, and he was focused on looking at the small shops on the side of the road that were retreating rapidly along the way.

There was a milk tea shop that was doing very well, and the queue lined up on the curb. Wen Yu looked at it and thought of Fu Yuhan inexplicably.

His lacquered eyes rolled.

"What does Fu Yuhan say? He can't pass the T or P exam."

"I asked him if he wanted to take the exam in the imperial capital, and he said he would think about it." Yang Fan said, "If you don't take the T and P exams, there are many schools in the imperial capital to choose from. To be honest, I don't feel at ease letting him stay here alone. City. It would be best if we could go to the imperial capital together, if not, I hope he at least passes the exam."

"Ok?"

"It's a long story." Yang Fan didn't seem to want to go into details, and quickly brought the topic back to the previous point, "Then if you don't have a plan, why don't you take the T major together?"

"How much advertising fee did University T give you?" Wen Yu smiled, "I will double it from University P."

"It's not bad to take the T major in engineering, okay? My good brother, if you are a good brother, let's take the T major together?"

"Why on earth are you so active in selling Amway?"

Wen Yu reasonably suspects that Yang Fan has a conspiracy.

"Okay," Yang Fan sighed, "Actually, it's because the T and P exams in the class are 3 to 5, and there are more than a dozen fools. If I win you, I can at least win a large number of girls..."

"Why fight for this, don't you fight for your goddess?" Wen Yu asked.

"..."

"Ok?"

"She is also your fan ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Through the phone, Yang Fan let out a frenzied cry, mixed with a strange friction sound, as if he was scratching his head.

The dullness brought about by dinner finally dissipated, Wen Yu let out a snort and laughed.

"Okay, T major is T major." Wen Yu thought for a while, "If I have other ideas later, I will tell you, if not, I will take T major."

"love you!"

"Go and fight for your goddess," Wen Yu said with a smile, "I'm at school, I'm going to study by myself at night, so I won't chat anymore."

The author has something to say: Happy National Day =w=

I originally wanted to update this morning, but I went to watch the military parade in the morning (cover my face

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