Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

The literary and art committee originally said it casually, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was a good idea.

Several other class committee members in the meeting also looked over here and commented on the two of them.

"Don't tell me, they're both about the same height and figure, so it's a good fit to stand together."

"I think it's okay. The opening ceremony has 40% of the audience's voting points, and those with good looks must be placed in the front as a signboard."

"How about wearing white shirts and black trousers for the two of them? The slim ones will show your figure."

"Why don't all the boys wear them, and all the girls wear small skirts, just like... the concept of a lady and a deacon?"

Class [-] spoke first, and Class [-] was very concerned about all the items that participated in the class evaluation at the sports meeting, and joined the discussion one after another.Within three sentences, the content of the discussion has changed from "who will stand in front of the phalanx" to "what clothes should I wear so as not to waste the face of the school girl".

Fu Yuhan & Wen Yu: "..."

"No, wait a minute." Fu Yuhan walked over and tapped his knuckles on the table twice, "I don't seem to agree?"

The eight class committee members looked at him together, each of them staring at him.

They might be afraid of Fu Yuhan one-on-one, but eight-on-one, the momentum is different.They are not afraid.

But at this time Wen Yu also came over: "I don't agree either - Fu Yuhan is quite suitable for being a Kanban board, so I won't participate?"

The situation became eight to two.

Ge Ran frowned, and looked at Wen Yu in distress: "The sports committee said that you have not signed up for the project, so you should take the initiative in group activities."

The transfer students were somewhat outside the group. Although Wen Yu was welcomed by most of the girls and some of the "Xue Xueba" party by virtue of his face and grades, he was indeed not very familiar with most of the people in the class.

Fu Yuhan said: "Then let him be in front, and I'll forget it."

Standing at the front of the phalanx, all the teachers and students who are not on stage will focus on him when walking past the rostrum. Fu Yuhan has been doing this job for two years, and every year he bites the bullet and goes into battle.

I feel bad all over.

What's even more uncomfortable is that they have to hold a sign in front of them, which is a wooden sign with red letters on a white background that says "X Year X Class", which looks stupid.

"No, I think you are more suitable than me." Wen Yu suddenly turned his head.

Fu Yuhan was stunned, then looked back at him: "Why?"

"You are more handsome," Wen Yu smiled, and used the same reason as the art committee, "Don't waste this face, school girl."

These words are rather modest, Wen Yu's style is different from Fu Yuhan's, his brows are clearer, as if shrouded in sunlight; while Fu Yuhan, perhaps because of his indifferent expression all the year round, looks like an ice sculpture.

To show the vigor of high school students, it is better to let Wen Yu be in front.

"You put a high hat on me because you don't want to raise your placard?" Fu Yuhan asked.

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment: "I didn't expect this... I just think you are more suitable than me, and besides, how can the transfer students represent the image of a class?"

"May I ask a question," Ge Ran interrupted the dispute between the two, "Brother Fu, did your appointment come to fruition that day?"

There was no fight at all, and there was no result.Fu Yuhan turned his head: "No."

"Look, it's been three years, and your first date with someone didn't work out." Ge Ran said solemnly, "It means that you are very suitable for cooperation."

"...I don't seem to have dated anyone a few times in total?"

"It does not matter."

"..."

As a "weak woman", Ge Ran was able to hold the position of class leader for three years in such a wonderful group as Class Six.

Fu Yuhan usually doesn't care too much about girls, but now he really wants to hate Ge Ran.

However, Ge Ran didn't give him a chance, and she said, "But I thought about it, two people can't hold up cards together with each other, I think it's better to add another person, and use all the signs of our class." .”

"?"

Soon, they knew what Ge Ran meant by "using all the signs".

The roster of 20 people walking in the phalanx was quickly finalized, and Ge Ran asked Fu Yuhan and Wen Yu to go to the front of the team, and added another card holder about one meter in front of them.

Xu Qianyi.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women from Class [-] is alive.

"I thought about it for a while. This is probably called the 'face value crushing' tactic."

After the evening self-study, Ge Ran asked the students who were selected into the phalanx to stay for a while and line up on the playground to see the effect.Senior high school students have little time, so they can only rely on this small amount of time for rehearsal.

Behind Fu Yuhan was the girls in the first row, and when Ge Ran and the sports committee were queuing at the back, one of the girls murmured to the person next to him, "You can't find a handsome one in the second class, and they must be inferior to us in this aspect. "

"But the opening ceremony isn't all about face." The girl next to her was rather pessimistic.

Xu Qianyi, who was at the front station, turned around and chatted with them through the two men: "Didn't Zhengbu practice last year, just consolidate it. Our class didn't lose to class two in the opening ceremony last year, remember?"

"We lost by one point." Fu Yuhan interjected in a low voice, "But Class Two lost to us in other events and relay races, and the total points are not as high as ours."

"You remember it so clearly?"

Fu Yuhan was a little speechless and looked at her.

The two girls at the back picked up the conversation: "I remember that too! After the opening ceremony, Sun Bin and the others jumped repeatedly in front of the stands of our class. Afterwards, they were beaten in the face. Sun Wenrui and the others ran to mock them. Qianqian you I don’t remember because you were on the rostrum.”

Xu Qianyi said: "Then we will play well this year, and the chances of winning are still very high."

"But I'm inexplicably nervous now," said one of the girls, "I hope that the good-looking combination in our class can get more vote points from the audience."

Chatting between girls tends to get farther and farther away. When it comes to face, they talk about whether there are any good-looking players in other classes in the third year of high school. In the end, they found that they were not as good as Fu Yuhan, so they talked about the new high school.

In the first week of school, in order to vacate the playground for the military training of the first year of high school, the second and third year of high school canceled the inter-class exercises.There was a full 25 minutes between classes. At that time, many people were idle and bored, and quietly ran to the playground to watch.

"Did you find any high-quality handsome boys when you went to see them?" Xu Qianyi asked.

"She's going to stretch out her claws again." A girl shook her head, "Take it easy, Qianqian."

"But I really found a good one, from Class 8, Grade [-], named Zhou Xiangyan." Another girl said, "It looks a little bit milky, I think I can do it."

"Class Eight? A liberal arts student?" Xu Qianyi raised her head abruptly, "What are you doing?"

Fu Yuhan's shoes suddenly dragged on the plastic track, making a slightly harsh sound.

Wen Yu turned his head and glanced at him.

"No reason," Fu Yuhan lowered his head, "I didn't stand firm...you guys continue talking."

"Stupid, Qianqian, the first year of high school hasn't been divided into subjects yet, where did the liberal arts class come from?"

"Yeah, I forgot. The days go by so fast."

"It's the last year, I usually see Fu Yuhan more often, otherwise I might not be able to see him after graduation hahaha."

"It's great that Wen Yu can come this year, it's a ray of light in the boring high school life."

Only then did Wen Yu turn around, and said the first sentence after arriving on the playground: "How could you say such an exaggeration."

"There are some. It's really rare to see a boy who doesn't look frustrated standing next to Brother Fu!" The girl suddenly leaned back and looked at the two of them carefully. "It even looks like a good match."

"..."

Fu Yuhan frowned, and turned around: "Can you stop disgusting me?"

"I feel disgusting too." Wen Yu smiled, "I can match with anyone, why him?"

Because it fits well.

The girl was a little embarrassed: "...I'm sorry."

"I'm not targeting you." Fu Yuhan explained in a low voice, "I just don't have a good relationship with him."

"Yeah." Wen Yu nodded in agreement.

What's wrong with singing this harmony?

Thinking so, the girl didn't dare to joke anymore.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but fortunately someone else saved her.The team of the sixth class had just finished, and a group of people walked over from the direction of the teaching building.

The road was extremely dark, and the faces could not be seen clearly, but the group of high school seniors had been together for more than two years, and they could tell who was coming by the voice.

"Damn, class two!" Someone muttered.

"Why do I still hear the voices of the fourth class?"

"I heard the voice of Class Seven."

"Nimma, how come you follow our class and come to the playground to rehearse!"

"Don't start a conflict. Let's keep a low profile, try to hold back the big one, and hit class two in the face together at the sports meeting." Ge Ran came over to chase people away, "Let's go, go to a place where no one is there."

As soon as Class [-] moved away from the entrance of the playground, the crowd poured into the playground, forming a group by class.When class [-] started to practice goose steps, Ge Ran turned around and counted them, including themselves, five of the eight classes in the third year of senior high school came.

They are not the only ones who want to get a good result in the opening ceremony.

The evening self-study in the third year of senior high school ended at [-] o'clock. Ge Ran arranged for everyone to practice for half an hour and then dispersed. A group of people walked out of the school with their schoolbags.

Going out of No. [-] Middle School gate, to the left is the main road and the bus station, and to the right is the nearby community.About one-third of the people turned right at the door, and then went forward to the three-way intersection, and there were only a few people left who continued to the right.

Fu Yuhan kept his head down, and as he walked, he suddenly felt something was wrong—under the streetlight, there was a dark shadow next to his elongated shadow.

He suddenly looked back to the right and back, and found that Wen Yu was dragging his backpack with one hand, walking unsteadily behind him, keeping his eyes on him, even Fu Yuhan didn't hide when he turned his head.

"Why are you following me?" Fu Yuhan looked puzzled.

"It's reasonable," Wen Yu smiled and pointed to the neighborhood not far ahead, "My house is going here."

"……where do you live?"

"Ah."

"With such a few steps, you go to school in a Maserati?" Fu Yuhan looked at the distance, "It's true to say you're flirtatious, you'd be condescending to be a card holder."

"What does this have to do with raising placards?" Wen Yu chuckled softly.

"All eyes are on you." Fu Yuhan glanced at him sideways, "Isn't it in line with your orientation?"

"My orientation is not so simple and rude," Wen Yu shook his head, "Do you know why I agreed to stand in front today?"

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows.

Wen Yu walked over to him.

In the middle of the night, the small road with few pedestrians was completely silent, and the bright orange lights illuminated them.Wen Yu walked up to him and stood still, narrowing his dark eyes, and showing his white teeth in a nasty smile, "Because when you say you stand with me, your expression is very ugly-I'm so sorry to see you unhappy. Happy."

"...I should really record your current appearance and show it to Yang Fan." Fu Yuhan twitched the corners of his mouth, "In order not to let him tell me how good you are here and there."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nowhere is good." Fu Yuhan rolled his eyes, "You look like a lunatic."

This statement is biased, because no matter who you ask, you will think that Wen Yu is a particularly good person.

Gentle and polite, with excellent grades, but occasionally reveals a little arrogance in his words.

Given his record, this arrogance can be tolerated.

But after hearing what Fu Yuhan said, Wen Yu didn't deny it.

"Unfortunately, even if I'm crazy, you have to suffer." Wen Yu tilted his head, as if thinking, "Unless you don't plan to pester Yang Fan someday."

"You, dream, dream." Fu Yuhan said every single word, "I will not give Yang Fan to anyone."

"Then see you at T next year?"

"..."

Depend on.

Fu Yuhan raised his middle finger at him, turned around and left.