Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

"...Who said that?" Wen Yu was taken aback.

Fu Yuhan pointed to the front row.

In the row in front of them, Sun Wenrui had just opened the vocabulary book, Fang Jiayuan was writing with his shoulders stretched, Wen Yu glanced at them, then looked at Fu Yuhan.

"I'm writing new notes," Wen Yu didn't smile, but he didn't look angry either, "...but why should I be the first to show you?"

Subconsciously, he was picky like before, thinking that Fu Yuhan would come back.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yuhan obviously relaxed his eyebrows: "I just said, how could it be possible for me to be the first one."

Wen Yu: "..."

He felt uncomfortable again.

Wen Yu sat down, put his breakfast on the table, found three notebooks from the drawer and threw them on his table: "There are still three subjects to finish."

Fu Yu was dumbfounded.

"...Although it is more convenient to make a copy, it is easier to remember by copying it yourself..." Wen Yu glanced at him, "I suggest you copy it from the book yourself."

"Brother Fu, come on!" Fang Jiayuan turned back, "Give it to us first after you finish copying, don't forget!"

Wen Yu pulled out a stack of papers to block his eyes.

Fang Jiayuan raised his eyes blankly: "?"

"Take it and copy it." Wen Yu smiled at him and said, "When is it your turn to take turns copying just one notebook? I also made two copies, you can figure it out."

"Wow! Thank you Brother Yu!" Fang Jiayuan gratefully took the copy and turned it back.

Fu Yuhan's eyes flickered.

The three subject notes given by Wen Yu are indeed good things.

After sorting out the test papers from the previous few days, Fu Yuhan finally spread out his notes, and came to such a conclusion after only reading two lines.

He hadn't seen what Wen Yu's previous notes looked like, but no matter what they were, it would take a lot of time to rewrite them.

"Why are you in a daze?" Wen Yu turned his head, "Is it hard to understand?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head: "You've already made it so detailed that a monkey can understand it. If the strategy writers were so patient, my Black Soul could have cleared the level earlier..."

"Black Soul..." Wen Yu blinked, "What is it?"

Fu Yuhan turned his face: "You don't know?"

"do not know."

"Oh, it's a game," Fu Yuhan said, "I have a chance to play it with you."

Wen Yu smiled: "Why are you so kind all of a sudden?"

"When I was at home for the past two days, I thought about it... Cough," Fu Yuhan coughed twice, his voice was flat, "You mentioned the 'adult's expectations'."

If a person grows up with strong expectations and can meet this expectation at a very young age, Fu Yuhan thought, then he must have missed a lot of things in his childhood.

Fu Yuhan wanted to help him.

Anyway... Anyway, he needs to do something to divert his attention recently.

Fu Yuhan was still coughing, and he had to frown to suppress the itching in his throat if he spoke for a while.Wen Yu saw that he was enduring hard, so he patted him lightly.

"Shut up, and don't talk when you cough." Wen Yu said, "If you have something to say, wait until you have a cold."

He doesn't need people to ponder what he's said.

It's so meaty.

Fu Yuhan didn't say anything more, and the topic was quickly revealed.

On this day, Fu Yuhan took time to go to the office, and when he came back, he started to devote himself to reviewing.

Wen Yu didn't pay attention at first, but later found that he spent almost all his rest time on reviewing, and not only him, but also Sun Wenrui and Fang Jiayuan in the front row noticed Fu Yuhan's strangeness.

Because at noon that day, they wanted to ask Fu Yuhan to go downstairs to play a half-court basketball, but Fu Yuhan actually refused.

"Why are you working so hard all of a sudden?" Wen Yu asked at a time when everyone hadn't come back from dinner and there was no one in the classroom.

"Didn't I want to ask for leave for late self-study to go to art class?" Fu Yuhan didn't raise his head, "I asked the head teacher, and Teacher Zhou said that if I can improve 30 points in the midterm exam this time compared with the monthly exam, he will persuade other teachers to give me extra lessons— ——In this way, I don’t have to worry about going to the art class and not being able to attend the ‘remedial class for poor students’ for late self-study.”

Wen Yu's eyes flashed: "That's why I'm just asking... I saw that you were preparing to study hard but didn't work hard enough? Why did losing a relationship stimulate you instead?"

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

His face was blank for a moment, his eyes were a little dazed, and he was distracted for a moment.When he came back to his senses, he smiled lightly, and said softly: "I always sleep when I have a fever, and I dreamed about my childhood a few times. In the dream, my parents were arguing again. I habitually went to the next door to find Yang Fan, only to find him Moved away."

Wen Yu looked down at him: "Then you are really dazed."

"Of course a person like you who likes others doesn't understand." Fu Yuhan smiled for two seconds, then became dazed again, and after a while, he said, "...Actually, I might not like him very much, but... I'm used to it. He is with me, very selfish, no nobler than you."

Wen Yu let out a "hmm".

"So I think I have to accompany him as a 'buddy'." Fu Yuhan said, "This is my way of compensation—since he wants me to go to the imperial capital with Chu Lei and the others."

T major is not easy to take the exam, even for art students.

Wen Yu remembered that he was still hesitating about where to take the exam, and he didn't want to be a T major. He didn't expect Yang Fan to really leave the group, but he was firm in his goal of taking a T major.

Wen Yu himself encouraged him.

But it's hard to say whether Wen Yu is happy at this moment.

...As a "toy", Fu Yuhan should have a more vivid expression.

But his rare smile at this second made him look like he was dead.

It was very quiet.

"Fool," Wen Yu concluded after a while, "It's really ugly to be stupid."

Fu Yuhan glanced at him, twirled the pen between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and knocked on his forehead with a stroke: "Heartless people have no right to attack me."

"Why not?"

"'But the master is better? Master said: It's too late'——I just finished reciting this sentence." Fu Yuhan took out his Chinese document and said in an irrelevant tone, "Heartless and paranoid are both sick, and no one is sick." Don't laugh at anyone."

Moreover, at least he is actively saving himself, but Wen Yu still thinks he is very clever.

Who is the fool?

The emotions in the heart cannot be controlled, but the reason can control the behavior.Maybe it's because he often has a miserable life, but in fact, Fu Yuhan doesn't like to indulge himself in some kind of hopeless pain. When he got sick, he felt that he already figured it out.

It is not because "Yang Fan is there" but because "T University is a good school" and "he also wants to continue to be with his friends".

The reason is above board, just for myself.

Wen Yu saw something new from Fu Yuhan.

He said he wanted to improve by 30, so he spent several days sitting on the notes given by Wenyu in his seat after class - all basketball activities during the lunch break were rejected, everything was kept simple for lunch, and he even skipped going home after school in the afternoon Steps to eat.

Wen Yu watched helplessly as he took out the bread that he had brought in the morning from his schoolbag that day, and was still working on the questions while gnawing on it.

Wen Yu: "..."

This person can really do this for Yang Fan.

"Don't eat this." Wen Yu was speechless, reaching out to try to grab the bread that didn't look very tasty, "It's just a review, and you don't even have time to eat?"

"Don't you know that I will have a routine quarrel performance when I get home?" Fu Yuhan glanced at him, wanting to snatch the bread back, "No matter how many problems there are, they will still waste time."

"Can't you just find a store at the school gate?"

"Twenty or thirty meals at the door, there are not many delicious restaurants, and you have to queue up for the delicious ones." Fu Yuhan was helpless, "Give it back to me."

"I'm really..." Wen Yu stood up, snatched the bread, and threw it into the trash can behind the classroom, "I feel like an old woman—wait, I'll bring you food when I come back."

Fu Yuhan: "?"

Every day when Wen Yu comes home from school, his aunt will cook hot meals for him. Usually, he will finish his meal slowly at home and wait until the evening self-study is about to start class. When he entered the door, he told his aunt to help him pack.

Auntie would not refute his decision, but she still joked with a smile: "Xiaoyu is talking about friends?"

"...No." Wen Yu felt a little uncomfortable, Xin Dao obviously didn't agree, and didn't know what he was rushing to give to eat.

He might be really sick.

"Didn't you still pack two copies?"

"...I'll eat by myself," Wen Yu casually made an excuse, "Recently, homework is tight, and I tend to get hungry when I'm reviewing."

"That's it," the aunt was stunned, "Then do you want me to cook some tonic for you at night?"

"Won't it delay your going home?"

"No, it's not far from here." Auntie smiled, "You still have to hurry up in your third year of high school. It's okay for Auntie to work hard."

"Then I'll trouble you." Wen Yu thought for a while and said, "I'll tell Dad later and ask him to give you a bonus."

"Don't count so carefully..."

Auntie shied away for a long time, but Wen Yu didn't listen to a word.

He just felt that he was sick, but then he thought that his aunt would cook some soup tonight, so Fu Yuhan could share it, after all, he probably didn't have anything to eat when he went home.

...just for fun, why on earth did he bother so much.

When Wen Yu got home, Auntie was still missing a dish, so she waited a few minutes longer.By the time Wen Yu returned to school, more than half an hour had passed.

Before he left, Fu Yuhan was writing an English essay, and when he came back, he saw that he had finished the second essay.

"Your speed is a little slow." Wen Yu took out the lunch boxes in the handbag one by one and put them on the table, "Don't do it, let's eat."

"...Of course it's slow, I can't understand most of it." Fu Yuhan tapped his head with the pen, frowned, "It's too tiring to fill up the vocabulary."

"You can find some BBC news or something and listen to it on your phone as bedtime music to increase your sense of language." Wen Yu said, "I'll help you find it later."

"Thank you—damn, you have five dishes for a meal?" Fu Yuhan opened the lid of the lunch box and was stunned for a moment.

Wen Yu sat down and opened his share: "Auntie has done too much."

"As expected of the young master, the living conditions are really good." Fu Yuhan made a joke, and was not polite to him.

Wen Yu has helped him too many times, and favors are not bad.

Besides, it's weird to care about these among friends.

"Young master," Wen Yu laughed, "When did you learn from Chu Lei?"

"Wrong, I learned it from my fourth brother."

"Recently, you often go to Fourth Brother's place?"

"Well, it's work." Fu Yuhan said, "Besides, he can let me paint, and at home... I can't make room at home."

There is not so much space at home to give him an easel. The main reason is that his mother doesn't want him to paint.

And he has other things to do with the fourth brother recently.

"Thank you for this meal." Fu Yuhan said while eating, "I'll give you something in a few days."

"what?"

"You'll know when the time comes." He made a fool of himself.