However, Wen Yu, a child, didn't know how he grew up, and he rarely spoke out whether he was happy or not, and he didn't get in. Sometimes Fang Wanjing wanted to follow him, but he never made many requests.

The eyes fell on the exquisite porcelain bowl in front of him, and the yellow spotlights of the hotel fell on the edge of the bowl. Fang Wan sighed silently.

Just when she thought that today's rare "reunion dinner" for the family of three would end as dull as before, Wen Yu suddenly spoke.

"No need, dad, I'm quite satisfied with my deskmate."

It seemed as if the ever-changing 30-degree smile was slightly restrained. Wen Yu raised his eyelids, with a cold look in his eyes, "A person who is not motivated will not waste my time with a notebook every few days, isn't it good?"

"But I'm very worried that people who are not motivated will lead you."

"Oh." Wen Yu smiled, "But if I change to a deskmate, I might be worse?"

Wen Ziming frowned.

"Anyway, I don't want to change to my deskmate." Wen Yu lowered his eyes and picked up the chopsticks.

"Maybe worse" is not exploring the possibility. Wen Ziming could hear that he was threatening.

"I have not investigated your transfer school anymore. What else do you want?" Wen Ziming asked angrily.

"I don't want to do anything. I didn't ask for anything. I'm thankful that you can interfere less in my business." Wen Yu lowered his head to eat, "We clearly agreed. I got the first place in the grade as promised, and I hope you can abide by the agreement."

"Wind! Yu!"

Hearing Yu turned a deaf ear to him.

"It's obvious that Xiao Yu has a rare meal with us, don't slap the table." Fang Wanjing leaned over and patted him on his back, "Eat, eat."

After coaxing one, she had to coax the second one, "Xiao Yu, let's go home with us tonight?"

"No need, I will have evening self-study later, so I will have to go back to school." Wen Yu didn't raise his head, "It's convenient to go back to my own house after class."

"What about Friday? You can always go home on weekends, right?"

"Let's talk about it, I'm in my third year of high school, and I'll have to make up for the lessons on weekends."

His intention to refuse was very obvious. Fang Wanjing wanted to persuade him again, but was stopped by Wen Ziming.

"Okay." The man was obviously angry, "If he doesn't want to, just ignore him."

"Self-explain..."

Fang Wanjing glanced at Wen Yu with difficulty, sighed, and lowered her eyes.

It was indeed another unhappy supper tonight.

Wen Yu didn't think anything was there. He had expected it before he came. After dinner, the driver took him back to school. Wen Yu put himself in the back seat and snorted softly.

It was already dark, and the lights of the street lights were clearly extinguished on his face as the vehicle moved.

At this moment, there was no smile on his face, as cold as if Fu Yuhan possessed him.

Children all understand the principle that the melon is not sweet, and he doesn't understand what Fang Wanjing is still sticking to.

It was already the limit for Wen Yu to call her "Mom". Could it be that she really fantasized about the three of them being a family?

The phone in the pants pocket suddenly shook.

Wen Yu picked it up and saw the caller ID clearly, and naturally smiled: "Hey, Yang Fan? What's the matter?"

"Can't you call you if you're fine?" Yang Fan's voice was lazy, "I just called Xiaohan, and suddenly I remembered that I wanted to tell you about this."

"What?"

"I plan to take the T-U. Then Chu Lei wants to take the P-U. Isn't it a street across the T-U. It's very convenient to play together," he said, "Do you want to get along with me?"

Wen Yu was stunned.

His pause made Yang Fan mistakenly think it was a rejection, and asked: "You don't plan to go abroad directly, are you? Of course, it's not difficult to rely on your grades and family conditions..."

"No, I don't have any plans to go abroad now." Wen Yu came back to his senses, "I haven't thought about what school to take yet - are you and Chu Lei planning to take the imperial capital?"

"Ma Gan said he couldn't go, the ball score was worse, so he said he would try it as much as possible, and then there were Zhang Si, Zhao Meng, Sun Pengwei..." Yang Fan signed up a string of names of classmates for him.

As the top 2 high school in the city, there will be no fewer people who dare to set their goals to T-Generations.

After hearing this, Wen Yu said oh.

He seems to be very friendly to everyone, but in fact, there are not many people who will care about them. He doesn't remember any of these names, and he is focused on watching the shops who are quickly retreating on the roadside along the way.

There is a milk tea shop that has a good business, and the team is lined up on the curb. Wen Yu looked at it and remembered Fu Yuhan inexplicably.

His painted eyes turned.

"What did Fu Yuhan say? He can't get into the T-study exam, so P."

"I asked him if he wanted to take the imperial capital exam, and he said he thought about it." Yang Fan said, "If you don't take the T and P exams, there are many schools that can be chosen in the imperial capital. To be honest, I'm not very relieved to let him stay in this city alone. It's best to go to the imperial capital together. If it doesn't work, I hope he can get the exam at least."

"Um?"

"It's a long story." Yang Fan didn't seem to want to explain in detail, and quickly brought the topic back to the past. "Then if you don't have a plan, why would you take the T-U exam together?"

"How much advertising fee will T-big give you?" Wen Yu smiled, "I'll give you double the P-big."

"Why don't you lose if you have T-big exams in engineering? My good brother, can you take T-big exams together if you are good brothers?"

"Why are you so active in selling Amway?"

There is no profit, but Wen Yu reasonably suspects that Yang Fan has a conspiracy.

"Okay," Yang Fan sighed, "Actually, it's because the people who take the T-P exam in the class are 3 to 5, and there are more than a dozen fence-skinned girls. If you win you, I can win at least a large number of girls..."

"Why are you trying to win this? Don't you win your goddess?" Wen Yu asked.

“…”

"Um?"

"She is also your fanatic, ahhhhhh--"

Through the phone, Yang Fan let out a crazy cry, mixed with strange friction sounds, as if scratching his head.

The dullness brought by supper finally dissipated, and Wen Yu burst into laughter with a puff.

"Okay, T-Gen, T-Gen." Wen Yu thought for a while, "If you have other ideas in the future, I will tell you again. If you don't have one, I will take the T-Gen."

"Love! You!"

"Go and fight for your goddess," Wen Yu said with a smile, "I'm at school, I'm going to study at night, and I won't have a chat."

The author has something to say: Happy National Day=w=

I originally wanted to update it in the morning, but I went to watch the military parade in the morning (cover my face).

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