Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

When we arrived, it happened to be the peak time for the large troops to go back to school. The color of Maserati was low-key, and the front of the car was not low-key, which attracted a lot of attention at that time.

Students returning to school will not stop, but it is rare to see such a high-end car. Excited boys will lean against the car and form a circle after a while.

The driver saw this posture, turned around and asked, "Will it cause you trouble? Or else I'll talk to the chairman, and I'll change the car to take you off later?"

"You can change to a more flamboyant car—I'm not afraid of being seen." Wen Yu laughed, opened the door and got out of the car.

Strange to say, he had just mentioned Fu Yuhan to Yang Fan when he got out of the car and ran into him.

The man hooked his fingers on the shoulder strap of the backpack, stood not far away with one hand in his pocket, and looked at him with deep eyes.

Wen Yu smiled: "What a coincidence."

Fu Yuhan's eyes moved to the Maserati, and then back to Wen Yu's smiling face.

"...Sexy bag."

"Have you held grudges for such a small matter?" Wen Yu shrugged, "You're really narrow-minded."

In the afternoon, Zhou Wenkang called a few students with regressive grades to the office for ideological education.Although No. [-] Middle School generally does not change classes, and the key classes only mean that these people have better grades when they enter school, but they have really regressed too much, and they still can't do it.

At this time, Wen Yu ran to the office and told Zhou Wenkang that he planned to participate in the competition.

Everything is natural, as are the envious glances of the trainees.

But Fu Yuhan felt inexplicably that Wen Yu chose to enter the office at this time on purpose.

Because of this exam, Fu Yuhan suffered the most serious setback on paper—although there is no reason to write essays—as the deskmate of the first grader, Zhou Wenkang couldn’t help but compare the two together.

Your grades have regressed, look at Wen Yu.

If you don't take the exam seriously, look at Wen Yu.

Wen Yu himself listened to the compliment with a smile on his face.Fu Yuhan almost vomited to death.

In fact, except for the composition, Fu Yuhan's other scores were similar to those in the past. Wen Yu sat next to him, and he didn't expect to call him during the exam.

This man must have done it on purpose.

"Is this considered narrow-minded?" Fu Yuhan sneered, "Why would you still be grateful if you were tricked by someone?"

Wen Yu nodded very naturally: "Yes."

"..."

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes.

If a person has a thick skin, he is almost invincible in words. He was silent for a moment, feeling that it would be a waste of time to argue with Wen Yu.

He thought for a while and said, "I'll try." Then he left.

The surrounding crowd dispersed following his movements, and Fu Yuhan walked into the school gate without squinting.

As soon as he stepped onto the last step of the teaching building, he saw Sun Wenrui jumping three feet up to greet him, "Fuck, Brother Fu, you're finally here!"

The person who opened the lock didn't come, and the people from the sixth class who arrived first were waiting in the corridor.

Fu Yuhan didn't like people touching him very much, so he avoided it subconsciously, walked to the door and opened it.The crowd was finally able to file in.

Sun Wenrui seemed to have something to say, but as soon as the lights in the classroom were turned on, Wen Yu walked in.He paused, and poked Fu Yuhan: "Shall we go out and talk?"

"If you have something to say, you have to go out and say it." Fu Yuhan was not very active.

Fang Jiayuan winked at him.

"...Is it necessary?" Fu Yuhan was a little speechless.

Having said that, he stood up anyway.

Before Wen Yu came, the three people in their corner got along pretty well, they were considered a small group.Fu Yuhan didn't care much about the gossip in his class, but at least he knew some gossip about his friends.

Sun Wenrui hated Wen Yu, other than that he was too pretentious, the main reason was Chen Mengxian.

So that day, Wen Yuwei kicked his foot and bumped into Chen Mengxian's table on the way, and Sun Wenrui was very upset.

"It is necessary, especially necessary."

Sun Wenrui coaxed him nicely and pushed him out of the classroom.Unexpectedly, on the way, the Sports Committee walked into the classroom from the outside, saw Fu Yuhan and shouted in front of his face first: "Hey, brother Fu! Next week's sports meeting, did you take the high jump?"

"Oh." Fu Yuhan had no objection.

Seeing this, the sports committee smiled flatteringly and said, "Another long jump?"

"Ah."

"Then you will also take the relay?"

Before Fu Yuhan could speak, Sun Wenrui punched the sports committee with his backhand: "Go ahead, don't go too far, our brother Fu doesn't like running. You go find someone else, don't disturb me talking to brother Fu."

Sports Committee: "Bah."

Fu Yuhan was pushed to the corridor by Sun Wenrui, and he corrected him solemnly: "I didn't do well in the track race, it's not that I don't like it."

"Almost the same." Sun Wenrui said.

Fang Jiayuan: "Okay, to be serious, what exactly do you want to say? It's so mysterious, you won't tell me if Brother Fu doesn't come."

"I want to say..." Sun Wenrui licked his dry lips and glanced left and right.

For a moment no one passed by them.

He took a deep breath: "I plan to confess my love to Chen Mengxian during the sports meeting."

"Yes!" As a good brother, Fang Jiayuan certainly knew how long Sun Wenrui had been secretly in love with Chen Mengxian, so he was pleasantly surprised at that time, "You finally made up your mind?"

"If I don't confess my love again, my soul will be taken away by some transfer students." Sun Wenrui muttered.

Fu Yuhan was more practical: "Do you usually chat with her?"

"Talk less."

"Then where did you get the confidence to confess?" Fu Yuhan asked him, "Do you think people can agree?"

"Tsk, what should I do then?" Sun Wenrui was a little anxious, "I thought, at least tell her that I like her first, otherwise... if she gets involved with someone surnamed Wen..."

"You don't have to worry about that."

"what?"

Both looked at him.Fu Yuhan paused, lowered his eyes and said, "He has someone he likes."

Fang Jiayuan: "Who is it?"

"You don't know."

"He's from No. [-] Middle School?" Sun Wenrui knew that Fu Yuhan had a friend in No. [-] Middle School. It was not too surprising that he would know, but this did not dispel his doubts, "But just because he has someone he likes doesn't mean he won't accept Chen Mengxian. Transfer to No. [-] Middle School!"

The implication is that as long as the emperor is far away, the past crush is like a passing cloud.

Fu Yuhan really wanted to tell him that it wasn't a matter of distance at all, first of all Chen Mengxian's gender was wrong.

But coming out for someone else is going too far.

Fu Yuhan was silent for a long time, and finally said only one sentence: "He won't, you don't have to worry."

Love makes one blind.

Sun Wenrui believed in Fu Yuhan, but instinctively doubted Wen Yu. After two seconds of peace of mind, he began to struggle with how to confess his love to Chen Mengxian.

He still felt that it was more reliable to tell the other party earlier.

The three of them were discussing in the corridor, completely oblivious to the movement in the classroom.

The senior three students had just passed their monthly exams, and they had to hold a parent-teacher meeting in two days. At this time, the news of the sports meeting was undoubtedly very exciting.

In the past two years, the third year of senior high school did not participate in the sports meeting. The sixth class commemorated the "last high school sports meeting" last year. They did not expect to have benefits this year. In previous years, the events that had to be pushed three times before they were willing to sign up suddenly became very popular.

In order to take care of the freshmen, the sports committee took the form and went to Wen Yu's side specially: "Hey, Wen Yu, how is your sports performance? Are you running well?"

"So-so," Wen Yu stretched his neck, "I don't work hard."

The form was slapped on the table by the sports committee. Wen Yu's eyesight was good, and he saw three ticks behind Fu Yuhan's name at a glance, corresponding to "high jump", "triple jump" and "4x100 relay".

The self-study has not yet started, and the voice in the classroom is very noisy, but Wen Yu could hear clearly the conversation with Fu Yuhan when the Sports Committee entered the door just now.

"Is Brother Fu good at high jumping?" he asked.

Almost everyone in the class called Fu Yuhan "Brother Fu", and the sports committee didn't think there was anything wrong with this title, he said: "It's amazing, except for the two sports students in Class [-], only Brother Fu can jump high in our grade. "

"That's it." Wen Yu pretended to be envious, "I'm not very good at sports, if I have to apply for an event, can I throw a medicine ball?"

"...Brother, that's a girl's event." The sports committee was speechless, "And we don't have shot put in the sports meeting."

"Then can I apply for being lazy?"

"Yes, yes...but I wanted you to show off." The sports commissioner picked up the form disappointedly, "After all, you just came here."

Wen Yu smiled: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's normal if you don't do well in sports. Anyway, you don't take the college entrance examination." The sports committee said, "It's fine to have good cultural performance."

He said and went to recruit other applicants.Wen Yu took out today's newly issued math paper, filled in the first ten multiple-choice questions, and turned to look outside the door.

The young man has long legs and narrow waist, extremely thin, leaning against the fence, blending into the night.

With Fu Yuhan's figure, he really looked like a good high jumper.

Wen Yu hooked the corner of his lower lip, bowed his head and began to fill in the blanks.

It must be admitted that the boring review life in the third year of high school is extremely inconsistent with the restless hormones of young people.

The consequence of this is that a little thing can churn like boiling water into a frying pan.

During the break in the evening self-study, Pathfinder brought back a message from outside.

"Damn! I just went to buy supper and met those idiots from class two, they said they would fuck our class in the relay!"

A boy yelled: "Why don't they dare to come over and say it? Do you want to talk behind your back?"

"I was scared to death by Brother Fu," another boy laughed. "Last time, Brother Fu broke his third leg when he said he would come again. How dare that coward Qian Kaile come again?"

In fact, I have been here, but only two people were there at noon that day, and no one else knew about it.

The sports committee jumped up and said, "Our class has never lost to class two in the relay, okay? Where did they get the confidence?"

"Then who knows? Maybe you are relieved."

"Since everyone has said so, we must fully surpass Class Two this time." Ge Ran stood up, "Those who have signed up for the project, work hard, and strive to be the top of Class Two in total points; all class committee members come over, we will start now Let’s have a meeting to discuss how to arrange the opening ceremony.”

"Why is the monitor so active?" The sports committee was amused.

"Because I hate the skinny toad!" Ge Ran patted Xu Qianyi's shoulder, "We have so many suitors for Qianqian, only Qian Kaile is the most disgusting!"

The whole class burst into laughter.

"Interesting." In the corner, Wen Yu lowered his voice and asked, "Since Xu Qianyi has a lot of suitors, why does she still change people every few days?"

He didn't turn his head, but the volume was only loud enough for Fu Yuhan to hear alone.

Fu Yuhan glanced at him, and said coldly: "I don't know."

Wen Yu said silently: "It seems that we have to observe and observe."

"...Are you a researcher of human behavior? Why do you always like to meddle in this kind of business?"

"Don't you think it's funny?" Wen Yu smiled lightly.

"……ill."

Fu Yuhan muttered, glanced to the left to see the lights of the opposite teaching building, and then quickly retracted.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Did Yang Fan contact you these two days?"

"Huh?" Wen Yu turned around, "Do you want to ask him if he asked me which school I plan to take?"

"As expected, I asked you." Fu Yuhan was not too surprised.

But Wen Yu is different from him. With Wen Yu's grades, he can enter T University casually.

Fu Yuhan felt that he took another big mouthful of lemon, which he bought himself.

Simply self-inflicted.

"Well," Wen Yu asked, "Are you going to take the exam in the imperial capital? If you don't take the exam, I'm close to the water."

"I……"

Speaking of it for two years, Wen Yu has not done any substantive action to break the bend, and Fu Yuhan doesn't think that if he is "close to the water", he will really "get the moon first".

But the two of them seem to be used to pinching each other, and they absolutely refuse to admit defeat verbally.

Fu Yuhan's mind turned rapidly, thinking about how to get back this sentence.

However, at this moment, there was a loud roar from the front row.

The loud voice of the literary and art committee pierced through the noise, refreshing the mind: "Old Fu! Are you going to lead the phalanx?"

"..." Fu Yuhan sighed without realizing it, "It's me again?"

"Wouldn't it be a waste if the school grass doesn't show off its face?" The literary and art committee member smiled, "Hey, Wen Yu is actually pretty good-looking too, how about putting two people in front of our class this time? With such two team leaders, they can't rely on their looks. You can beat the second class with your face!"

"...Me?" Wen Yu pointed to himself, and then to Fu Yuhan, raising his brows high, "With him?!"

The author has something to say: I was stunned that the one I set at [-]:[-] a.m. didn’t send it out, and I only found out now after going out for a day... spicy chicken JJ!