"Hahahaha, I'll tell you that he has good grades, why don't you believe it..."

Yang Fan's laughter could penetrate the receiver. Through the phone, Fu Yuhan could imagine how he looked up and down, "Did you see it now?"

“…”

Fu Yuhan, who was on the receiver side, pursed his lips and was silent for a moment: "I don't want to continue chatting when you smile so happily."

"Wrong, I won't say it."

The person on the other end of the phone was laughing, listening to the movement, as if he threw himself on the bed.

Only by calling someone close to relaxing is so unscrupulous. Fu Yuhan listened to the sound on the phone and relaxed himself. He walked to the window for a while and watched the road where the number of people in the hospital dropped sharply in the evening.

The street lights lonelyly illuminated a small circle, and the night wind blew the hair on his forehead.

Yang Fan's voice continued to come from the phone: "Hey no, I asked Wen Yu two days ago, and he said he got along well with you. Why are you so unhappy when he got the first place in the exam?"

"Why don't you ask me?"

“Is this the point?”

Fu Yuhan really wanted to say "Yes".

But when he spoke, he felt it was too straightforward and couldn't say it. His lips stuttered for a moment, and changed his words: "He called you?"

"I've called him." Yang Fan was too familiar with him. He could guess the following after listening to a half sentence. He quickly explained, "It's not that I won't call you. A few days ago, he told me that he had injured his feet, so I called him to ask about the situation... Look, I know that you have called you after the monthly exam? I still love your baby."

Fu Yuhan's heart was thrilled.

Wen Yu's foot injury did not affect his silence and squeezing Fu Yuhan for some reason. In addition, he was jumping around in just two days, and Yang Fan didn't mention it, and Fu Yuhan almost forgot about it.

He was actually a little curious, but Wen Yu's words were true and false, and he seemed frustrated when he asked the bottom line.

After all, that's his rival, not a good friend.

In order to ignore Yang Fan's last half of the sentence, he decided to take this opportunity to ask about it, "Speaking of it, what's going on with his foot?"

"What?" Yang Fan didn't react.

"That's..." Fu Yuhan thought for a while, "Did he tell you? That was the one who hurt himself."

"Ah? Oh, I know, he ran fast when he went downstairs!" Yang Fan said, "He was like that when he first came in the first year of high school, he sprained his end every few days. I heard that it was because he was injured when he was a child and he was not cured. The sequelae left behind is beyond his usual care. It is impossible to cure it."

"I ran faster when I went downstairs."

"...Well, he was really careless." Fu Yuhan pursed his lips, kindly did not expose Wen Yu's lies, and brought the topic back to the monthly exam results.

This time, the teachers showed mercy in the monthly exam, and the difficulty was slightly reduced when the paper was released. Many people's scores were higher than usual, but even so, the score of 731 was still a bit too exaggerated.

As the time of get out of class ended, many people gathered at the entrance of Class 6 to "residence to the top" of the school.

At most, there are a few girls who come to see the handsome guys wander around, but this time they don’t distinguish between men and women and class. There are a lot of people and they are still noisy. Even the leader of the grade has come to chase after them several times.

There was such a big noise outside the classroom, but Wen Yu was sitting in his seat calmly, either writing the paper or reviewing with a notebook, as if he had seen nothing.

"It's so BKing." Fu Yuhan said to Yang Fan.

"Hahahaha I can imagine the picture." Yang Fan laughed and fell down from the other end of the phone.

After laughing, he said, "He had an exaggerated grades when he was in the first year of high school. Our class still has two live treasures. He had to pay homage to Wen Yu before every exam. Now that he has transferred to school, they plan to worship Wen Yu's photos."

Fu Yuhan: “…”

"He was asked by his class teacher to talk several times before transferring to school. He wanted to persuade him to stay, but Wen Yu didn't listen. Our Academic Affairs Office Director also said that this admission rate is for free for you No. 3 Middle School."

"Why does he have to transfer to school?" Fu Yuhan asked, "There is not much difference between No. 3 Middle School and No. 1 Middle School."

Yang Fan smiled trepidly: "Who complained to me every day that I wanted to come to No. 1 Middle School?"

"..." Fu Yuhan pursed his lower lip and said calmly, "Will you hit someone in the face?"

Fu Yuhan and Yang Fan made an appointment to go to No. 1 Middle School, so naturally it was impossible for him to take the initiative to fill in No. 3 Middle School. However, on the deadline for the middle school entrance examination application, his mother asked for the account and password from the head teacher, and logged in to his account to change the application.

Teaching level? There is no difference.

But He Yan said that No. 3 Middle School is closer to their home, so that Fu Yuhan can't run back and forth.

It sounds very warm at first glance, but No. 1 Middle School clearly has a student dormitory.

After the deadline, the application for the deadline could not be changed. Fu Yuhan took the admission letter and could not go back to repeat the exam, so he had to accept his fate and come to No. 3 Middle School.

The person is here and his emotions are very resistant. When he was in his first year of high school, he and Yang Fan also sent messages and called every day, and said in three sentences that "I want to go to No. 1 Middle School."

All are dark history.

"I'm wrong if I don't tease you or not." Yang Fan said, "But I don't know why Wen Yu transferred. When I asked him before, he said that his father asked him to transfer, but as far as I know, he is not the one who listens to his father so much."

"There is a contradiction?"

"No, right? His dad should be the kind who respects his ideas more... I don't understand."

Fu Yuhan silenced.

"Then how did you do this exam?" Yang Fan changed the topic.

"Not good." Fu Yuhan paused, "I didn't know it was a monthly exam before the exam, so I fell asleep while writing an essay."

"... Then are you cool? Are you vigil again?"

"Um."

"Tsk," Yang Fan was a little dissatisfied, "Your mother is really, you are in your third year of high school. She is more than Xiaolu, a child."

"I don't usually want these things," Fu Yuhan said softly, "The deer is already very pitiful."

The more you think about your mother's preference, the more likely you are to take your anger on your sister.

No need.

He is almost adult, why bother to have a primary school student to bother about these things?

"But..." Yang Fan wanted to speak but stopped.

"What?"

At this time, a nurse on duty passed by. Fu Yuhan changed his phone and walked towards the corner of the no one. The inpatient department was much quieter than the outdoors. He pressed his voice: "If you have something to say, what can I say to me?"

"Not...tsk, then I'll just say it."

"Um."

"I plan to take the T-U. Chu Lei said he wanted to take the P-U. He could still visit him in the future, so... do you want to take the imperial capital as well?"

Fu Yuhan was stunned.

He seems not to be able to think about T-big and P-big now.

Other schools say...

"I'll think about it." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, pulled the potted leaves in the corner of the corridor, and whispered, "Let's see if he can try to get closer to you."

High school courses are much more difficult than in junior high school. Under such a general premise, there are 10,000 reasons for the decline in grades.

Conflicts with family, disagreement with strange environments, rebellion... anyone can share the blame.

Fu Yuhan didn't want to complain, but he couldn't tell Yang Fan and the others that he would have made an appointment with No. 1 Middle School like he did three years ago. Moreover, Director Yao's suggestion actually made him very moved.

He likes to draw very much. He doesn't have to think about anything when drawing. He can control everything about the picture.

Of course it would be great if you could learn to draw.

I don't know if there are any other choices in the emperor.

The two chatted for a few more times, and Yang Fan hung up the phone.

Fu Yuhan raised his eyes and the evening was getting darker. He saw his reflection on the window and thought, maybe it was time to find his father.

Wen Yu was sitting opposite his father.

He sat directly opposite his father at the big round table for twelve people, and there were only three people on the dining table. The woman who came to his residence last time cooked for him was a little at a loss. She felt something was wrong on any side. In the end, she had to sit awkwardly near the middle-aged man from a seat.

"I heard you just passed the exam." The middle-aged man spoke.

Wen Yu nodded, his eyebrows and eyes were arrogant: "Yes, the first monthly exam."

"Have you achieved the results?"

"Out," Wen Yu said, "first."

The man nodded: "It seems that you are not uncomfortable with the new school."

Wen Yu smiled, but didn't answer.

"...self-evident!" The woman shouted anxiously, then smiled apologetically at Wen Yu, "Xiao Yu, I have been to the new school for several days. Are you doing well with my classmates?"

"It's pretty good, mom." Wen Yu smiled gently, "The teachers all like me very much, and the classmates get along well."

"I heard that your class teacher has arranged for you a not-so-motivated deskmate?" Wen Ziming suddenly said, "Wanjing, please find time to go to school, chat with the class teacher, and change Xiao Yu to a better deskmate, so as not to affect his studies."

“Oh… OK.”

Fang Wanjing looked across the table and smiled a little awkwardly.

Women are always more sensitive. Although Wen Yu was laughing, she could feel that he seemed unhappy.
To be continued...