Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

The psychopath who was about to be killed was surrounded by people as soon as he walked to the office of the third-year group.

Most of the people who came to see him in advance were girls, with a few boys mixed in occasionally.The freshmen were not stage fright, and even smiled at the crowd with a good temper.

But the teacher chased people away, "Go, go! Why come here if you can't study by yourself? Freshmen? Freshmen will go to the classroom in a while. Today, you can study English by yourself? Old Yu!"

The called "Old Yu" stood up from his desk with a teacup in his hand, took a sip slowly, and nodded to a group of students watching the excitement at the door: "You guys, just don't let me rest for 2 minutes."

After he finished speaking, he put down his cup, and picked up a stack of test papers instead, "Alright, I'll give you two more minutes to do the listening comprehension, and I can talk about it when I'm done."

The students at the door: "...Mr. Yu, be yourself!"

The students driven away by the test papers scattered like startled birds in the forest.

The middle-aged male teacher who was guarding the door to keep people from entering finally came back and patted Wen Yu on the shoulder kindly: "I have heard that you have good grades in your original school. Our teaching in No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School The emphasis is different, I hope you can make use of your strengths and avoid weaknesses, and strive to maintain good grades."

"Don't worry." Wen Yu nodded respectfully.

"In addition, our class has quite a few...students with strong personalities, but they are all good boys. The teacher hopes that you can get along well with them."

"Stronger" personality?

Thinking of a familiar face, Wen Yu's smile deepened: "I see."

He had a good skin, and his eyes always looked extremely focused and sincere.The teacher was very satisfied with his attitude, and said with a smile: "Then let's talk about something else now—you may not be used to it when you first came here, and there are some things to remember..."

He talked about the school's rules and regulations in detail.

The sunlight outside the window turned at an angle and rolled down from the treetops.The squirrel jumped down, and the sparrow fluttered into the sky.

The class was chosen by Wen Yu himself. Before coming here, his father had asked him about it.

There are eight classes in each grade of No. [-] Middle School, one to six are science subjects, and seven and eight are liberal arts subjects. Among them, Class One and Class Six are key classes.Wen Yu glanced at the list of students at the director of the Academic Affairs Office, and said that he would come to class six without even thinking about it.

The head teacher of Class 40, surnamed Zhou, is a male teacher who teaches chemistry. He looks about [-] years old and looks like a mother-in-law.

"Mother-in-law" is Wen Yu's conclusion after listening to the school's rules, teaching schedule, and other matters in detail within 10 minutes.

There is a feeling that... if I knew it earlier, it would be better to go to the first class.

But he regretted it, he didn't show it at all, with a just right smile on the corner of his mouth, he nodded from time to time, and when the time was almost up, he reminded: "Mr. Zhou, self-study is almost over."

"Oh! Look at me, I forgot the time while talking." Teacher Zhou glanced at his watch, pointed to a small suitcase at his feet and stood up, "Come on, take your things with you, I'll take you to class. "

On the first day of coming to No. [-] Middle School, the new school uniform has not yet arrived. Wen Yu wore the No. [-] Middle School uniform in order to impress the class teacher as "abiding by the rules".

In fact, if he was wearing private clothes, he would not be so conspicuous among the freshmen who came to report, but an opponent's school uniform is completely different.

Walking from the office to the classroom of Class 1.8 has to pass through two other classes. Wen Yu successfully became the focus of the corridor with his height of more than [-] meters and his figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist.

The news network among the students was very well-connected. Five minutes later, everyone upstairs and downstairs knew that a handsome guy from No. 5 Middle School had transferred to Class No. [-] of Senior Three.

Wen Yu didn't turn a glance to the side, and followed behind the head teacher with low eyebrows, passing the English teacher who had just come out of Class Six.

Then he walked into the classroom.

Dozens of pairs of dull eyes that had just been pinched and flattened by English listening all lit up one by one because they saw something new, and they looked at this new classmate curiously.

Wen Yu raised his eyelids, passed the curious crowd, and met a cold gaze from the last row of the classroom.

He smiled slightly, and soon saw that face as black as the bottom of a pot became even darker.

When Fu Yuhan got angry, his eyelids would be unconsciously pressed down, the tails of his eyebrows would be raised, and his mouth would be swollen or crooked due to the movement of grinding his teeth, making him look like he was baring his teeth.

Ever since that pocky last night, he has always had this expression.

It's really... funny.

What's even more ridiculous--the seats in class six are two, three, two and one row, and there are exactly seven rows, and there is only one Fu Yuhan standing alone at the end.The head teacher pointed in that direction and said, "Wen Yu, you can just sit there."

"No." Fu Yuhan said on the spot.

He pointed to several large groups next to him, met the gaze of the desk supervisor and said, "There are empty seats here, you can put them anywhere, don't put them next to me."

Wen Yu suddenly felt that, apart from the mother-in-law, this head teacher had a really good temper.

Hearing such words, not only did he not scold anyone, but he actually asked with great interest: "Wen Yu got good grades when he was in No. [-] Middle School. Wouldn't it be good to put a top student next to you and let them take you?"

"not good."

Wen Yu reasonably suspected that if it wasn't in the classroom, Fu Yuhan might have spit it out.

The resistance in his eyes almost solidified.

"Can you tell the teacher why?" Zhou Wenkang kept the same tone.

He has an easy-going temper, but the students in Class [-] admire him very much.Fu Yuhan really couldn't say anything too stupid to the head teacher, so he had to kick the ball back: "Ask him, see if he is willing to be at the same table with me."

The head teacher turned his head.

Of course Wen Yu was unwilling, but seeing Fu Yuhan's expression, he changed his mind temporarily, and the words changed into: "Of course I am willing. Teacher Zhou just taught me to be friendly with classmates."

"Right!" Zhou Wenkang smiled gratifiedly, and asked for advice again, "Fu Yuhan, what do you think?"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Fuck you, hypocrisy.

A person's aura is a very delicate thing.

Sun Wenrui in the front seat leaned back, leaning his back against the desk, and said in a low voice, "Brother Fu, why do I think...he looks a bit 'forced'?"

"It means you're not blind yet."

After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he raised his voice a little: "Okay, then come and sit down, as long as some people don't regret it."

The first session was the class teacher's chemistry class. After arranging the seats, Zhou Wenkang opened the ppt to prepare for the knowledge points.Wen Yu dragged his small box to the end, and sat down beside Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan glanced at him sideways, and found that the box was full of finished high school textbooks.

It is really exaggerated to drag textbooks in a suitcase instead of book packaging.

ill.

Fu Yuhan looked away.

The early morning class makes people drowsy, and the complicated chemical formulas are also hypnotizing. In the past, Fu Yuhan would probably have fallen asleep at this time, but today, with the person he hates the most sitting next to him, he listened to it in a daze. lesson.

The bell finally rang for the end of get out of class, and the suppressed excitement in Class Six suddenly boiled over.

"Hello, freshman." When Zhou Wenkang walked out, Xu Qianyi immediately turned around and asked loudly, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Wen Yu froze for a moment, then smiled.

The reactions of the people around were very interesting. They seemed to be very curious, but they didn't show any surprise at Xu Qianyi's actions. Many people even looked at Fu Yuhan.

"No." Wen Yu decided to check the situation.

"Oh," Xu Qianyi said, "then can I chase you?"

Now, Wen Yu found that there were more people watching Fu Yuhan.

"You can, it's your freedom." Wen Yu said, "But I personally think that it's not worth wasting time on me."

"It's okay, I don't care. If you don't feel disturbed, then I will do it." Xu Qianyi said with a smile, and turned her head back.

Sun Wenrui turned his head quietly: "Brother Fu, let me interview you about your thoughts."

"How can I feel?" Fu Yu snorted coldly.

The subtle atmosphere in the classroom matched the conversation I heard yesterday. Wen Yu reached out and patted Sun Wenrui, and asked, "Excuse me, is this girl the class flower you mentioned yesterday?"

"Yes." Sun Wenrui smiled mockingly, "Congratulations, our classmate was still chasing Brother Fu a while ago. Pity me, Brother Fu. It's been two years in high school, and I haven't talked to anyone."

Wen Yu guessed that Fu Yuhan would not feel "poor" because of this kind of thing.

But he still smiled, stretched out his hand to grab the schoolbag that had never been opened, and took out something from it.

"That's it," Wen Yu laughed so hard that his eyes narrowed, his voice was soft and brisk, as if he was really a kind little angel, "Then I have to apologize to Fu Yuhan, and I'll make it up with this."

He put a bunch of purple things on Fu Yuhan's table.

——It was Ghost Stone, the fluffy doll he didn't take away yesterday.

Fu Yuhan lowered his gaze, and quickly moved to the other person's face, his voice pinched between his teeth: "Wen Yu."

"Ok?"

"Does looking for something just make you happy?"

Wen Yu pretended to be thinking: "The experience is not bad."

"Yang Fan isn't here, so don't pretend to be gentle, courteous and frugal. Are you tired of living?"

Fu Yuhan said this sentence very lightly, apart from himself, maybe only Wen Yu who was sitting next to him could hear it clearly.After speaking, he took out a large notebook from the drawer, stood up, and looked down at his new deskmate: "Do you know that there is an empty building across the playground?"

His movements, expressions, and tone, anyone who saw him looked like a war was about to break out, and the students who hadn't had time to walk out of the classroom cast their eyes over him one after another.

Wen Yu didn't fear him at all, and nodded with a smile: "Now I know."

"I'll wait for you over there after school." Fu Yuhan said, "Let's fight."

He was for that pocky, or maybe it was for the many open and secret fights in the past.

But in the afternoon, the entire senior year knew that the two handsome guys from class six were going to have a fight for class flower Xu Qianyi.

Wen Yu finally understood where Fu Yuhan's scandal came from.

It would be a pity not to be an entertainment reporter in terms of the way this group of people in No. [-] High School used false rumors to disseminate news.