Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Transferring from a third year of high school is like a mental illness.

Fu Yuhan suddenly understood why they always said "the last time". It turned out that today's event was essentially for Wen Yu to practice.

Of course, he didn't care about Wen Yu's insanity, he just felt that it was a bit suffocating to be a classmate with him in the last year.

When human beings face things they don't want to face, they always instinctively avoid them.

Fu Yuhan said: "Our school has eight classes."

The implication is that he may not necessarily be in the same class as Wen Yu.

"It's fine if you're in different classes." Yang Fan persuaded earnestly, "Now I always feel that the two of you may disagree and fight...Promise me, will you get along well with him in the future? They are both my buddies, I am very worried. "

"I won't take the initiative to trouble him, as long as he doesn't mess with me." Fu Yuhan looked at him, "Is that okay?"

"It's fine, it's fine." Yang Fan was relieved.

Looking at his relaxed smile, Fu Yuhan felt that it was not impossible for him to endure Wen Yu's beating occasionally.

but.

Yang Fan didn't know where the core conflict between these two people was, so naturally he didn't know, even though Wen Yu had promised him before that he wouldn't find fault with Fu Yuhan, it didn't mean that the two of them would really not pick each other up——

That night, another thing happened.

The practice activities will not end easily. After coming out of the video game store, they ate pickled fish, and then went to the nearby KTV together to sing until the early morning.

Senior high school students dare not make mistakes, there will be no wine, but the game must be played - after singing a few songs, Wen Yu picked up the dice and proposed truth or dare.

On special days, basically what Wen Yu said was what he said, and no one refuted it.The "Little One Day" who was ordered to buy water came back from the outside and saw that the rest of the people had already started playing.

Yang Fan's luck with dice was very bad, Fu Yuhan was afraid that he would suffer, so he put down the water and sat down in a muffled voice.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Wen Yu glance at him, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The lighting in the KTV was not very good, half of Wen Yu's face was dark, Fu Yuhan didn't know what the original meaning of the smile was, but it seemed to him to be a little mocking anyway.

About half a year ago, Wen Yu once told him alone that he felt that Fu Yuhan's behavior of silently guarding Yang Fan was a bit like a little daughter-in-law.

At that time, Fu Yuhan said "to each other" to him, but Wen Yu shook his head, and said lightly, "I'm different from you".

It's all unrequited love, who is nobler than whom?

Anyway, Fu Yuhan didn't know where his leaking qi came from.

After Wen Yu finished laughing, he opened the dice cup: "Yang Fan lost."

"Damn!" Yang Fan read everyone's points, "If I knew it, I wouldn't call it off, it must be dead!"

Ma Gan is his subordinate, and he laughed so cheaply when he heard this: "You can't hold back your desire to drive, so you can't blame me."

"Choose!" Chu Lei yelled, "The truth or the big risk!"

"A big adventure." Yang Fan said.

"Why don't you choose the truth?" Wen Yu looked curious.

"He's flirting with the goddess recently," Chu Lei pointed at him and smiled, "I'm sure he's afraid we'll ask."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, and looked at Fu Yuhan, but found that there was no movement from him.

Already know?

"It's just a big risk, what do you want to punish?" Yang Fan quickly stopped the topic, "Let's talk about it first, I refuse such a thing as 'going to other boxes to confess', it's too disturbing."

"Then you go and submit an article to the Monday radio station to confess your love to the goddess."

"...Is this to kill me?"

"Forget it, I'm already in the third year of high school, and it's not worthwhile to punish me." Pi Qiu took out a small bag of unfinished pocky from his schoolbag, and looked at the people in the box, "Let's play a little bit, you and... and Brother Yu Eat a pocky and let's make a video!"

"why?"

"Why?"

The one who said "why" was Yang Fan, the one who said "why" was Fu Yuhan, and the one who looked sideways was Wen Yu.

The overreaction made the scene look a bit funny, Ball was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Forget about them, why is Brother Han so shocked, and didn't let you sacrifice."

Fu Yuhan thought it was better to let me "sacrifice".

Uncomfortableness flashed across his face, he paused, and asked again: "Why are you eating with Wen Yu?"

"Because..." Ball was a little dazed.

"Because they won't be able to see me tomorrow, so of course they have to take advantage of tonight to '□□' me, just like our '□□' and 'little brother'." Wen Yu answered with a smile, lifting his chin, "Come on , 'Little Brother' go and turn on the light, let them take a good shot." He opened his arms to Yang Fan, "Come on, Fanfan, I'm ready."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Wen Yu's actions well resolved the embarrassment caused by this proposal.Yang Fan ignorantly smiled and cursed a few words, and the three people headed by Chu Lei began to whistle and touch their phones.

The whole world is happy, only Fu Yuhan is depressed.

He walked to the console, and tapped the switch as if venting his anger.

The music stopped abruptly, and the ceiling light of the box was turned on with a "snap".

Fu Yuhan bit the soft flesh in his mouth, flexed and let go of his four fingers, trying to rush up and pull the noisy people away countless times.

But in the end, he just silently looked away.

In the third middle school... When he got to the third middle school, he had plenty of opportunities to deal with him.

The excitement fell asleep, and the city gradually woke up.

Early the next morning, the gate of No. 6 Middle School, which had been closed for two months, opened on time. At 15:[-], the middle-aged student director Yang Cailiang stood at the gate of the school on time with a smooth forehead that was sparse to a few hairs.

On the first day of school, students always have some problems, including but not limited to hair dyeing, makeup, and not wearing school uniforms.

"Damn it, it's okay for Lao Yang to dye my hair. My hair grew a little bit and he approved it for 5 minutes!" Sun Wenrui was still yelling when he jumped into the class, "Why didn't he Tell me! Besides, Brother Fu's hair is a bit longer than mine—"

As he spoke, his eyes fell to the end of the classroom. Fu Yuhan stretched his arms, tilted his head to one side, and was catching up on sleep.

After Sun Wenrui said this, he saw that the person who usually slept until the end of time moved, and then he stretched his arms and got up.

Sun Wenrui: "..."

Sitting in the third row, Ge Ran clearly saw the sky-shattering expression on his face, and couldn't help laughing at him: "Look, jumping up and down early in the morning woke up the big devil."

"I'm dead." Sun Wenrui said.

He saw Fu Yuhan hooking his fingers towards him.

"Go," Ge Ran echoed, "The organization will remember to collect your body."

With cautious steps, Sun Wenrui moved to Fu Yuhan's side, and said with a low eyebrow, "Master, if you have something to tell, don't slap your face."

"..."

Fu Yuhan rolled his eyelids, and his voice still had the dullness that was characteristic of just waking up: "Go and find out."

The content was actually different from what he had imagined, and Sun Wenrui suddenly came to life: "What?"

"There may be a transfer student in today's grade," Fu Yuhan frowned, his eyes full of impatience, "go ask which class you want to transfer into."

"Okay!" Feeling extremely happy to survive, Sun Wenrui jumped three feet high and jumped out of the classroom.

In the early morning, everyone still looked like they were sleep-deprived, the classroom was already quiet, Fu Yuhan's words were not loud, but everyone could hear them clearly.

"Transfer student? True or false?"

"Transfer from high school, crazy?"

"Reread?"

"You can't come to us if you repeat your studies."

"Fu Yuhan," Xu Qianyi who was sitting in the middle of the classroom turned around and asked, "Where did you get the news?"

"I heard it with my ears."

After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he didn't care about Xu Qianyi's expression. He took out an A4 size coil book from the drawer, turned to a new page, took out a wooden pencil from the pencil case, and started to write and draw with his head down. .

The noise in the classroom seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Some people, Kong has a good face, and his temper is like a dog." Xu Qianyi rolled her eyes at his indifference, "I think that handsome guy yesterday is ten thousand times better than you."

It was Xu Qianyi who lined up to help exchange tokens yesterday, and called Fu Yuhan to hear Wen Yu's name on the way.

Fu Yuhan admitted that when he looked in the direction of Xu Qianyi's finger, he saw Wen Yu standing there quietly watching someone grab the doll, and for a moment he really understood how eye-catching this person was.

But only for a moment.

"Then you go after him." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyelids condescendingly, and gave her a cold look, "He is the one who will come today."

"Fuck?"

"Didn't you say it was a high school student?"

"Our school is going to gather the two major school grassroots in the city?"

There were quite a few people who went to the video game store yesterday, and even more girls who saw Wen Yu, and there was some commotion in the classroom.

Xu Qianyi stood up and said with a smile: "Thanks, buddy, I'll also go to the office to inquire."

After she finished speaking, she walked out amidst everyone's expectant eyes.

Fu Yuhan turned his eyes back to the notebook in his hand, his long eyelashes drooped, and his eyes were filled with shadows.

The practice sketch was finished, and he moved his gaze to the blank space of the paper, and silently wrote two words.

Wen Yu.

Then put a cross on that name.

Xu Qianyi is the "first sister" in class six.

She has the most beautiful appearance in the class, and the hottest personality in the class.

He has good grades and is good at playing, so he enjoys himself with both teachers and classmates.

She came back soon, bringing back good news for girls, but bad news for Fu Yuhan.

"I heard that he came to our class. His grades are very good. He has won countless competition awards and provincial three awards since he was a child. The awards can fill a room." She repeated the words of the class teacher.

"Where is that guy, is he in the office?" A girl who didn't go to the video game store yesterday asked, "I want to see how handsome he is."

"No, I didn't see him in the office anyway." Xu Qianyi was taken aback after she finished speaking, "Speaking of which, where did Sun Wenrui go? I didn't see him in the office either?"

She didn't really care about Sun Wenrui's whereabouts, so she just asked casually, and the topic among the girls soon turned to the transfer student who had never met.

Those noisy discussions were buzzing in Fu Yuhan's ears, he grabbed the pen and drew a second cross on Wen Yu's name.

Not long after, he heard Sun Wenrui's voice came into the classroom again, interrupting the excitement of the girls.

"Fuck, this guy is really awesome. He came in a Maserati, and he was wearing a school uniform. He stopped at the school gate, and all the freshmen were looking at him fucking."

Sun Wenrui had a displeased look on his face, but he was surrounded by girls as soon as he entered the classroom. Hearing that he had already gone to the office, the girls chased after each other and ran to the office.

He was stunned for a long time, then returned to his seat and sat down in a daze: "Is it good to be handsome? Brother Fu, do you know him? What do you think about this man? He transferred from No. [-] Middle School to No. [-] Middle School in his third year of high school. Isn't that superfluous to take off your pants and fart?"

Maserati.

No. [-] school uniform.

The gate of No. [-] Middle School.

The combination of the three keywords creates a super explosive effect.

In a sense, it fits Wen Yu's personality very well.

Although he hadn't spoken a few words to Wen Yu at all, but for some reason, Fu Yuhan felt that this person was a peacock.

He sneered: "Sun Wenrui, do I look sick?"

In the scorching summer, Sun Wenrui broke into a cold sweat from this smile.

"No, no..."

"That's why I don't understand the idea of ​​psychosis just like you." Fu Yuhan closed the album, his voice was extremely cold, "I usually choose to kill them."