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When the autumn wind blows, there is a scent of roasted chestnuts in sugar. Mr. "Wild Cat" sniffs the tip of his nose twice, and suddenly remembers what the fourth brother said to him just now.

"Your Xiao Qi is really ruthless, you know that Yong Rong will be severely punished as a model?"

Fu Yuhan didn't know, Wen Yu hadn't mentioned this matter to him recently, he thought it was just a matter of nothing.After all, Wen Yu told him at the very beginning that the relationship between Yongrong's family is very strong, and it is estimated that he will be thrown out soon.

Injustice happens every day in this world, and he hasn't suffered any substantial losses. It seems a bit difficult to make Yong Rong pay any price.

He didn't expect Wen Yu to remember it.

Today the fourth brother settled a salary with him, Fu Yuhan's wallet was bulging, and he turned on his toes and walked towards the fried chestnut shop.

The line of sugar-fried chestnuts was quite long, Fu Yuhan stopped there, and heard the two little girls in front chatting together.

"I finally came across this shop open today! Chestnuts are usually sold out by the time I get off work."

"Is it that delicious?"

"It's delicious. It's best when it's hot. Last time I asked a colleague to taste it. Now that I think about it..."

Fu Yuhan raised his eyes, and found that there were not only young people in this line, but even old men and women who lived nearby at first glance, they looked very popular.

It's even an online celebrity shop - this is what he heard from other people's chats.

That being the case...he plans to buy more.

Anyway, the line is already lined up, so let Wen Yu do it for him as a reward.

When Fu Yuhan called Wen Yu, he had just boarded the bus not long ago, fearing that the chestnuts would cool too quickly, he took off his coat, wrapped the chestnuts inside, and held them in his arms.

In front of Wen Yu's house, Fu Yuhan reached in and touched it—fortunately, it was still hot.

"Come so fast?" Wen Yu rubbed his eyes and opened the door, and was stunned when he saw his appearance clearly, "What are you holding?"

"Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar, I'm afraid it will get cold." Fu Yuhan said, "Let me in first."

Wen Yu turned sideways to make way for him.

"You haven't washed yet?" Fu Yuhan asked while walking inside.

"Well, I was tidying up just now." Wen Yu paused for a moment, and then added, "It's so long that I haven't even folded the quilt myself, and it didn't fall apart until I folded it three times."

Fu Yuhan looked back at him.

Wen Yu: "Do you dare to laugh?"

"Don't dare," Fu Yuhan pursed his lower lip, "Can I see your results?"

"It's up to you, I'll go wash up."

As he spoke, he wanted to go to the bathroom, but was stopped by Fu Yuhan: "Wait, let's eat two chestnuts first."

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"Just eat two, doesn't it matter?" Fu Yuhan took out the covered paper bag from his arms, "I heard from other people who bought it that it tastes better while it's hot, you should try it first."

Wen Yu's eyes flashed, and he looked out the window.

The sky is gloomy today, the wind is a bit strong, and the temperature is lower than the previous two days.

No wonder he holds a bag of chestnuts like he is holding gold and silver treasures...

Inexplicably scratched in my heart, Wen Yu's eyes softened: "That's fine."

Wild chestnuts are small, round and easy to peel open.Wen Yu walked over and took one out, and stuffed it into his mouth with his hands on both sides: "It's so sweet..."

"It's good to be sweet." Fu Yuhan was putting on the coat he had taken off all the way.

"Mmm, sweet." Wen Yu peeled off another one and handed it to his mouth, "Would you like to try it?"

Fu Yuhan didn't think much about it, he stretched his head and ate it: "...it's really sweet."

Slightly dry lips inevitably brushed against Wen Yu's fingertips, he retracted his hand, and rubbed it behind his back.

"Then I'll wash up first, and I'll eat later." Wen Yu coughed lightly.

"Then let me visit your 'fruits of labor'—" Fu Yuhan said and walked into the room.

Wen Yu didn't stop him.

Anyway, he had already hidden the Gundam.

Wen Yu folded the quilt for the first time, and the folded one was naturally not very good-looking.After Fu Yuhan finished his visit, he held back his laughter for a long time in the living room, and when Wen Yu came out of the bathroom, he dragged him back to his room to teach him the tricks.

After handing in, Wen Yu changed his clothes, and the two of them went downstairs to have lunch with unfinished chestnuts, and then went to school.

Fu Yuhan's expression was always cold and calm, but Wen Yu somehow felt that he was in a good mood today.

Especially after the two of them returned to the classroom and started to make up their homework, Wen Yu even heard him softly humming half a song.

Wen Yu looked back suspiciously: "Why are you in such a good mood today... Did the fourth brother give you a bonus?"

"Salary is paid." Fu Yuhan shook his head, "It's not because of this."

"what is that."

Fu Yuhan put down his pen and looked at him: "I thought you would tell me first."

"what?"

"It's about grace," Fu Yuhan said, "I heard from my fourth brother that you have... well, trouble him."

Wen Yu blinked.

"Oh, this. Actually, I didn't cheat him." Wen Yu thought for a while, took out his phone and started searching, and found some news in a short while, and handed it to him, "What can I do as a student? His circle of friends is close...Yong Rong's temper has offended quite a few people. If I release some news, some people are willing to send him in."

Fu Yuhan leaned over and took a look.

The news probably said that the police recently discovered that some netizens were using the Internet to sell opioid drugs, and the police in 17 cities launched a cross-provincial coordinated investigation, knocking down several dens and arresting several suspects.

The medicine that Yongrong gave him happened to be of this kind.

"He happened to be at this time, and I don't know if I should call him unlucky." Wen Yu shook his head and hesitated, "That's why I suggested you to go to your father's - if he is willing to sponsor you to paint. Four Brother is also crooked, many of his customers are friends he met in the bar before, I am afraid that if someone like Yong Rong appears again... it will be bad for you."

Fu Yuhan was lucky this time, the main ingredients of the medicine that Yongrong gave him were some psychotropic drugs, which were not addictive, if it was anything else... then his life would be over.

Wen Yu hadn't been afraid of anything since he was so old, but just thinking about it made his heart beat.

Such an expensive kitten... He has to consider the cat's feelings even if he wants to pick it up, if...

No, he doesn't want any "ifs".

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart: "It's not like that..."

"Why not, do you know how popular your style is in the gay circle?" Wen Yu raised his eyelids and looked over with deep eyes.

"..." Fu Yuhan didn't know, but he suddenly remembered the day when people kept watching him whistle at him outside "Blue Encounter", and suddenly felt a little sick.

"Speaking of which," Wen Yu asked, "You didn't go there, did your dad still contact you?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head.

"He didn't rush?"

"He won't." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and said, "My dad actually... didn't think much about me. Before I didn't know my sexual orientation, I thought that when I grew up, I would have My own child must not treat him like my father treats me."

Wen Yu said, "Your dad and my dad should know each other, they must have a lot in common."

Fu Yuhan looked at him.

"...What kind of eyes do you have?" Wen Yu leaned back.

The other party's focused expression looked almost affectionate, but Wen Yu didn't pretend to be affectionate enough to think that Fu Yuhan would suddenly fall in love with him.

Although he very much hoped that this look was true.

"I want to ask you if you finished your chemistry paper, let me check it out." Fu Yuhan said, "Let's stop talking about this kind of topic. It sounds annoying. I just want to study hard now."

"...I didn't write it down, give me 10 minutes."

"Don't worry," Fu Yuhan gave him a hand, "Physics is always written, right? I just saw it."

"I wrote it." Wen Yu found out the test paper and gave it to him.

The goal set by the homeroom teacher for Fu Yuhan to "advance 30" is not difficult to achieve, because he didn't write a composition in the last exam.

Although Fu Yuhan's grades plummeted from a certain point after entering high school, but the routine of writing essays with one hand is not so easy to lose, and he can still get more than 50 points every time.

With the composition score and the knowledge points he has slowly picked up this month, Fu Yuhan's total score in this midterm exam has increased by nearly 90 points compared with the first monthly exam, and his ranking has jumped 101 places.

There are 30 people in one exam room for the third middle school exam. With such a jump, he moved four exam rooms forward.

There are three examination rooms on one floor. Fu Yuhan was originally in the thirteenth examination room. This time, he can move up two floors.

"There is still a floor in between." Wen Yu, who saw the ranking, thought silently.

Fu Yuhan, who was a regressive model last time, has become a "progressive model" this time, but he knows that there is still water in the composition, and he deserves it, so he rejected the class teacher's proposal to "set up a model".

"I just want to know if the tutoring you mentioned still counts." Fu Yuhan said in the office, "I want to take three days off for evening self-study every week in the future."

"Are you determined to be an art student?"

"Look at my score," Fu Yuhan said, "If I don't take the art student exam, can I still pass one?"

Zhou Wenkang glanced at him and sighed, "It's not easy, you can finally remember to take a test."

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "I have an appointment with someone."

"girlfriend?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head, wondering where his girlfriend came from. "Just friends," he said.

"Which school are you planning to take? The teacher will help you pay attention to the news."

"Big T, architecture." Fu Yuhan licked his lower lip, "I heard it's difficult to take the exam...I'll try it."

Zhou Wenkang seemed to be very moved by his "turning back and doing the right thing". After watching him for a long time, he said, "Then your friend seems to be very important to you."

"That's right," Fu Yuhan said, "I grew up together..."

"Good buddy." Wen Yu walked in from the outside at some point, stuck his head out over the partition of the desk, and continued with this sentence.

Fu Yuhan glanced at him in surprise.

"You know him too?" Zhou Wenkang was happy, and looked at Wen Yu.

"My classmate in No. [-] Middle School." Wen Yu said, "Xiaohan and I have known each other for a long time, so didn't I tell you to sit with him when we first came here?"

Fu Yuhan: "..."

Daring Zhou Wenkang suddenly got nervous and pointed out to him that the same table was mentioned by Wen Yu, this person...

Forget it.

Now that the relationship between the two has eased, even though Fu Yuhan was shocked, he couldn't get angry.

What can I do?

A friend who has already recognized cannot be beaten again.

Zhou Wenkang called Wen Yu to the office to inform him about going out to participate in the competition this Wednesday.When they were talking about the time, Fu Yuhan was filling in the leave note.

After filling it out, he handed it to Zhou Wenkang, waited for a while until they finished speaking, and left the office with Wen Yu.

"Are you really planning to participate in the competition?" Fu Yuhan asked casually, "Will you delay your review?"

"It's okay, it's boring not to participate in the competition anyway." Wen Yu glanced at him, "Hey, Xiaohan."

"Ok?"

"If..." He rolled his eyes and said slowly, "Yang Fan temporarily changed his mind to take the P major, what would you do?"

"He won't, right?" Fu Yuhan thought for a while, "Yang Fan is a person with very clear goals, he said he won't change after taking T University."

"Then..." Wen Yu licked his lower lip, and his footsteps gradually slowed down, "What if I want to take the P major?"

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

He walked fast, already two steps ahead of Wen Yu, so he could only look back at him.

"They all want to be admitted to T University. If I change my mind and go to P University, I will have to go to school alone. Although the two schools are not far away, they are two schools after all." Wen Yu said, "You will accompany me. Should I change my mind?"

Before, every time he used this tone to ask Fu Yuhan if he could have dinner with him, Fu Yuhan agreed.

So now...

"But P University doesn't have a suitable art major, right? I remember that there is only one art theory and one art study..." Fu Yuhan frowned, "You really want to change your choice? Why, since you're here, why don't we all go to school together? You are so strong in science, don’t you choose T University first?”

"Well, yes." Wen Yu laughed, "Yes... I just said it casually."

Just saying.

It's a pity...the other party won't coax him.