Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fu Yuhan paused for a short while, rolled the unswallowed mineral water down his throat, and coughed violently in the next second.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He tilted his head, and blue veins loomed on his elongated neck due to coughing.

Wen Yu: "..."

Wen Yu: "Is this question so difficult to answer?"

"No...ahem..." Fu Yuhan turned around, "What the hell is 'Old Fu' called?"

Wen Yu was slightly startled, lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "I yelled when I thought about it. Why, can't you yell?"

"...No." Fu Yuhan coughed a few more times, and his breathing gradually subsided.

He coughed badly, a layer of red appeared on his neck, and the corners of his eyes were also red.

The habitual smile on the corner of Wen Yu's mouth suddenly faded, and he said softly, "You haven't answered yet—are you injured?"

Fu Yuhan frowned: "No."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly heard Wen Yu's disgusting "tsk" sound, and then the sun around him dimmed.

Fu Yuhan raised his head and found that the other party had actually walked over.

"what?"

A beam of sunlight fell from the side of Wen Yu's face, and Fu Yuhan narrowed his eyes instinctively.

Under the backlight, he couldn't see Wen Yu's expression clearly, but after two years of fighting each other, Fu Yuhan subconsciously felt that Wen Yu was not in a good mood at the moment.

"Damn it, Wen Yu!" At this moment, the sports committee standing under the stands just turned around and yelled in horror, "Sit down! You can't stand up in the stands! Points will be deducted!"

His voice was so loud that everyone around him followed him.Fu Yuhan turned his head and glanced coldly at the sports committee.

There was habitual indifference in that gaze, and the instinctive "fear" towards Fu Yuhan in the past woke him up like a basin of cold water, and only then did the sports committee belatedly realize that the postures of the two elder brothers were not quite right.

Fu Yuhan sat with his head up; Wen Yu stood with his head bent.

The sports committee suddenly had some kind of bad guess in his heart.

And at this moment, Wen Yu who was standing suddenly stretched out his hand to Fu Yuhan——

"Fuck, calm down, two big brothers! If we fight in the stands, our class will be disqualified today!!!" He screamed.

When it comes to judging the best, the students in Class [-] who held a breath in their hearts and wanted to surpass Class [-] became concerned one by one, and those who didn't look back at the beginning also looked back.

The sports committee jumped three feet high and jumped onto the stands, trying to prevent a physical collision that was about to happen.

Then, he saw Wen Yu's hand touching Fu Yuhan's waist.

The footsteps of the sports committee nailed halfway: "?"

Fu Yuhan's entire face twitched strangely, and his body shrank instinctively.Wen Yu smiled at him gently: "No injury?"

"..." Fu Yuhan squeezed his palms, and managed to calm himself down, "When will you change your bad taste of dismantling people?"

"It's probably not going to work this year."

Wen Yu reached out his hand from Fu Yuhan's armpit and pulled him up.The movement was stretched to the waist, Fu Yuhan frowned, and supported him with one hand: "Why? Kill someone?"

"Go to the infirmary." Wen Yu twisted his other hand awkwardly, and lightly relieved Fu Yuhan's strength, pulling him up from his seat.

Only then did the sports committee come back to its senses, and hurried to the top of the stands: "What are you two doing?"

"Fu Yuhan is injured," Wen Yu said, "I'll take him to the infirmary."

"Oh... ah? When did Brother Fu get injured, high jump? What the fuck is that important? Can the next competition be okay? Why don't you rest? I'll find someone else to replace you?"

"I'm fine." Fu Yuhan frowned, struggled a bit, but didn't break free.

Wen Yu's previous movement of unloading his strength was very skillful, and his grip strength was not weak, as if he had never touched anyone before.

To be honest, Fu Yuhan was a little surprised. Before today, he had never thought that he might lose with Wen Yu.

But as soon as you get started, you know that Wen Yu is not as "weak" as it seems.

It's hard to say what Fu Yuhan was feeling in his heart at this second, the young man's self-esteem and that unyielding energy were like the abundant bubbles in a can, rushing back and forth against his chest.

He couldn't help but put in more force when he started—even though Fu Yuhan would never hit his classmates so hard—he opened Wen Yu's fingers bit by bit, and his voice was in his throat: "I hurt my waist, My legs are not limping, so what are you doing holding me up?"

"Don't pull you, can you go to the infirmary obediently?" Wen Yu glanced at the back of his hand that was pinched red, and smiled, "I will repay my kindness... little white-eyed wolf."

"..." Fu Yuhan tilted his head and cursed in a low voice.

The voice was very low, Wen Yu couldn't hear the content clearly, and didn't ask questions.

Standing up, he had no choice but to go down if he wanted to avoid points being deducted. Fu Yuhan hurt his back and had to maintain his usual pose, so his movements were unavoidably slow when going downstairs.

Only then did he realize that the classmates who turned their heads and looked up at him all had strange expressions, as if they had eaten something bad.

Generally speaking, he didn't like to meddle in other people's business, so even if he was puzzled, he didn't say anything and walked down on his own.

The infirmary is located to the west under the stands, very close to the corner where they changed their clothes in the morning. Fu Yuhan walked forward for a while, and heard different footsteps from the noise and noise around him. behind myself.

He was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

"Look at the situation."

"What catches your eyes?"

"Aren't you still going to relay for a while?" Wen Yu stared at him, "Can you run if you hurt your waist?"

The waist is a link between the preceding and the following. I usually don't feel it, but I will find it when I get hurt. No matter what I do, I have to pull it.

No matter how much Fu Yuhan could endure, it was impossible for him to run 100 meters without affecting his speed due to his back injury.

Speaking of this matter, Fu Yuhan was also a little annoyed.There are not many fast runners in class six, so even if Fu Yuhan thinks that his track record is not outstanding, he still belongs to the first echelon in class six.

When the Sports Committee asked him whether to register, he habitually refused, but he did not expect to set a flag for himself.

It was rare for him to dislike his broken mouth.

"If you really can't escape, replace Li Wei."

"Can it work?" Wen Yu asked, "I mean... can it compare to that class two?"

"It's possible to explode." Fu Yuhan pulled the corner of his lower lip, "Our class's relay lineup hasn't changed in three years, because except for the sports committee, everyone else runs so-so."

Wen Yu grunted, "Let's accompany you to the infirmary first."

This man is quite self-talking.Fu Yuhan walked down from the stands, the originally painful wound began to throb, a thin layer of sweat oozed from the corner of his forehead, he really didn't have the extra energy to fight Wen Yu, so he let him follow.

The two walked silently along the edge of the plastic track. The game was going on and the audience was cheering. No one noticed that two school figures just passed by under the stands.

Fu Yuhan didn't look back, he knew Wen Yu was following behind.

Looking back like a loser.

But it is strange that the air seems to be inexplicably hot today.

At first, he thought that Wen Yu was here to see a joke, but he didn't expect this person to be as quiet as a chicken the whole time.

He walked into the infirmary and told the doctor on duty about his symptoms.The doctor pressed a few times on his side waist and ribs, judged that it was just a simple strain, so he took some Yunnan Baiyao and sprayed it on him.

A strain is not like a fracture, and there is no better treatment than Yunnan Baiyao, which is why Fu Yuhan didn't want to come here at first.

He felt that it wasn't worthwhile to toss all the way... that's why Wen Yu was busy.

Messy people came forward and asked the doctor for a roll of bandages.

No illness or disaster, the doctor didn't want to give it to him at first, but Wen Yu couldn't help but look good, and his mouth was sweet when he pretended to be good-looking.

Fu Yuhan couldn't stand him like this the most, and held a little bit of "humanitarian care" spirit and didn't expose him face to face. He couldn't stand it immediately after leaving the infirmary: "Wouldn't it be disgusting for you to talk like this?"

Wen Yu smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked: "What kind?"

"That's it for now."

"No," he lowered his head, "I'm used to it."

"..."

Fu Yuhan walked back slowly, passed by the iron gate where he changed clothes in the morning, and turned in.

This place is probably an alleyway, leading to the back of the stands, with two iron gates ajar, no one coming, only a little light.In broad daylight, this little light will give people a certain illusion of privacy, and it happens that the two iron doors can also serve as a shield.

Wen Yu subconsciously followed in: "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I took all the medicine and sprayed it on." Fu Yuhan rested his fingertips on the hem of the school uniform, paused, and turned around, "Can you go out?"

"Didn't you read it all when you changed your clothes in the morning." Wen Yu said, "Besides, don't you still have a piece of clothing inside?"

Perhaps because he knew that he was going to change clothes today, Fu Yuhan wore a bottoming vest on the inside.

Of course Wen Yu knew why, but he wanted to laugh. Although they had the same sexual orientation, Wen Yu was much more generous than Fu Yuhan in this respect.

Rather, he never expected Fu Yuhan to be so "conservative".

Fu Yuhan hesitated for a moment: "How is this the same as in the morning?"

"What's the difference?"

"..."

Fu Yuhan frowned, just in time a ray of light slanted through the gap at the top of the iron gate and landed between his eyebrows.

Wen Yu looked at him and smiled, "Say it, I'll go out when I say it."

"...It's just the two of us now." Fu Yuhan closed his eyes, seemingly helpless, "And I want to take medicine...Have you ever seen anyone taking medicine while wearing clothes?"

"Aren't two people better than a group of people?"

"If you're a straight man, I'll bear it," Fu Yuhan said angrily, "Brother, why don't you have a little self-knowledge that you're gay?"

With a puff, Wen Yu lowered his head and laughed.

He smiled until his eyes narrowed, and his shoulders shook like chaff.

Fu Yuhan was speechless.

After a long while, Wen Yu finally raised his head, his smile still unabated: "Is it convenient for you to apply the medicine yourself?"

"Don't bother you."

"All right, I'll wait for you outside."

Seeing that he finally turned and left, Fu Yuhan was secretly relieved.

He lifted up the school uniform he had put on after the opening ceremony, clamped it with his arm, held the plastic bottle cap between his teeth, awkwardly picked up the medicine bottle with the other hand, and pointed the nozzle at his waist.

He didn't dare to twist his waist, so he couldn't see the wound naturally, so he could only spray himself by feeling, and he had to be careful not to twist too much, so as not to strain the affected area again. After such a set of procedures, Fu Yuhan felt that he was sweating a lot layer.

The aisle with the door closed was not ventilated, and it was stuffy inside.

He put down his clothes carefully, and came out from behind the door with the medicine.

A gust of cool wind blows in the face.

Then he saw Wen Yu sitting on the bench by the door. He had just put on a shoe on his left foot, and there was a white part on the exposed part of his trouser leg.

bandage?

Fu Yuhan froze for a moment: "You twisted your foot again? Isn't there no project?"

"No twist." Wen Yu smiled, "Just in case."

Just in case?

Wen Yu didn't say anything, and Fu Yuhan didn't ask.

But he soon found out.

The two returned to the stands, and the sports committee ran over to ask about Fu Yuhan's situation.Firstly, he came to care about Fu Yuhan, and secondly, he wanted to confirm whether the relay race needed to be replaced. There was still more than an hour before the relay race started, so he had to apply to the rostrum in advance.

"Change it." Fu Yuhan said.

"What about the triple jump?"

"I'll watch it in the afternoon. If it's done, I don't need to change it." Fu Yuhan glanced at the sports committee who had to squat on the ground for fear of deducting points, "I guess you won't be able to find anyone else to do the triple jump."

There are people, but the results can't be compared with Fu Yuhan's. Changing people is equivalent to voluntarily giving up the points of this project, and the body is bleeding.

"Okay, okay, I'll go and confirm the relay with Li Wei first. You should take a good rest at noon and try to recover in the afternoon."

Li Wei was sitting in the front row, and after finishing speaking, the sports committee wanted to jump up the stairs like a frog, but Wen Yu stopped him halfway.

"Wait a minute," he said, "let me run."

Fu Yuhan and the sports committee turned their heads together.

The sports committee asked suspiciously: "Xueba, didn't you say that you don't work hard?"

"You can pass the [-]-meter test." Wen Yu said, "Li Wei has two long-distance running events today, can't you let him rest?"

"I think so too, isn't this worry points!"

"I'm also a member of the sixth class now, don't I want to win?" Wen Yu said with a smile, "It's just that I'm free, I can't guarantee anything else, it's okay not to fall behind."

"Okay, okay, you said it." Someone volunteered, and the sports committee was very happy, and said at the time, "Then I will report to the rostrum."

He was as nimble as a monkey, and disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

Only then did Fu Yuhan open his mouth: "Is this why you tied your ankles?"

Wen Yu smiled and ignored him, as if acquiescing.

So Fu Yuhan became even more puzzled: "When did you become so dedicated?"

In his cognition, Wen Yu is a person who seems to be friendly to everyone, but actually doesn't care about anyone—except for Yang Fan and Chu Lei.Sacrificing one's feet for the honor of the class is not something Wen Yu would do at all.

"You didn't see how you got hurt, did you?" Although Wen Yu was asking, his tone was statement.

"Isn't that Ye Kai from class seven not standing still?"

"At that time, a member of the fourth class ran sideways on the runway and almost hit him, so he backed up." Wen Yu turned his head and raised his chin like the first row of the grandstand, "I was still thinking about it. It was an accident, but you see."

A large group of people from class six gathered at the front at some point, surrounding Sun Wenrui who had just returned.The surrounding atmosphere is dignified.

It was inconvenient for Fu Yuhan to go down and ask, so he frowned and said, "What's wrong with him?"

"When you went in to spray the medicine, he was hurdling." Wen Yu said, "On the runway, he was stepped on by a person from Class [-]—he was wearing spikes."

"... Fuck," Fu Yuhan's expression turned cold, "Are you sure?"

"Although I'm too lazy to remember people's names, I'm not face-blind." Wen Yu smiled, "Besides, the athletes' chests and backs are against the class."

Fu Yuhan didn't speak any more, leaning on the back of the chair and trying to stand up.

He was held down by Wen Yu who stepped over.

Across the three chairs, I don't know why this person's legs are so long.

Such a thought inexplicably flashed through Fu Yuhan's mind. He raised his eyes and saw Wen Yu smiling at him: "I can't see that you still care about your friends? You want to go to condolences when you are hurt like this."

"... What's the matter with me?"

"The waist injury is serious, although there is no blood." Wen Yu stood up, "Forget it, let me help you to ask."

The hand on Fu Yuhan's shoulder was retracted, and it naturally fell into the pocket of the school trousers. Wen Yu put his hand in and walked to the side, just took two steps, then turned back.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I didn't decide to run the relay for you."

"..."

How the hell am I so self-indulgent?

Fu Yuhan wanted to ask, but he didn't ask, because Wen Yu had already walked away quickly.

His movement down the steps is graceful, his chin is always slightly raised, with a bit of natural arrogance.

This kind of arrogance can be very attractive, or it can become a disgusting "pretentious fan" in the eyes of the same domineering teenagers.

In the past, Fu Yuhan had always disliked him.

Wen Yu was clearly in the eyes of no one, but hypocritically pretended to be a good gentleman, and was kind and friendly to everyone, but he was the only one who confronted him.

But now he inexplicably feels that Wen Yu...at least in some respects, it doesn't seem that bad.

This is probably a love rival or a conspiracy.

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