"As a parent, it's not just for the children. Parents' meetings are really going to be held. These parents have no time than the other." Looking at his silent appearance, Zhou Wenkang shook his head, "You are like Wen Yu, try to fight for it as much as possible, right? Fu Yuhan, the teacher doesn't want to give up on you, I must communicate with parents about some things. I know that your situation is special. At worst, the teacher can spend more time. When can you make an appointment to make an appointment with them? The teacher is waiting here - even if it's a phone conversation, is it okay?"

"…Oh." Fu Yuhan paused, "But don't have too much expectations."

Zhou Wenkang sighed heavily.

He turned around and left. Seeing this, Wen Yu greeted his class teacher and came out of the office.

Fu Yuhan could hear his footsteps without looking back, and his impatience surged up, and he could no longer suppress it: "Are you following the worm?"

"You are allowed to go to the office," Wen Yu asked, "Don't I be allowed to go?"

"..." Fu Yuhan curled his lips, "Then don't follow me."

He said, turning his steps and going to the other side.

The connecting hub of the air corridor is a fancy intersection, and the direction he is not in Class 6 classrooms.

At that moment, Wen Yu suddenly grabbed his arm when he had no idea where he came from.

Fu Yu looked back with cold eyes.

People come and go, and the rumors that two big men in Class 6 "against a fight for love" have just passed.

At least no one doesn’t recognize Fu Yuhan’s iconic face.

The rate of return was overwhelming for a moment.

Wen Yu's always gentle face did not have a smile: "She's off again?"

"It has something to do with you?"

"No." Wen Yu lowered his eyes and raised his eyelids again, forcing himself to smile, "But he was a little curious."

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows.

"What's going on in your home?"

Fu Yuhan sneered lightly and pulled his arm back: "Will you tell me what's going on in your home?"

Wen Yu didn't answer for a moment.

"I want to hear other people's stories so insincere." Fu Yuhan asked, "Hey, do you think you are a little strange? If you don't listen to Yang Fan's story, why are you asking me about what I'm doing?"

Wen Yu himself didn't understand this very well.

However, except for studying, he did everything based on his preferences, so he did not go into it in depth and said casually: "Yang Fan? His family is harmonious, what stories can he hear."

"Is that? Then it seems that I have a good relationship with him." Fu Yuhan said, leaning forward in his pocket, leaning his face towards Wen Yu, looking at him and saying, "But I won't tell you."

The extremely close distance almost allowed Wen Yu to smell the fragrance of his body bath fluid.

Boron ice mint, cool, penetrates into the nasal cavity.

The bright sky light diluted the other party's presence with too white skin. In the end, Wen Yu only remembered the eyes staring at him, dark, as if there were many indescribable things hidden.

"Then I'll ask myself." Wen Yu lowered his eyes, condescendingly, without a subject, and didn't know who he was talking about. "There is no secret that cannot be asked. If it doesn't work once, I will ask twice, three times... I will always find out."

"I don't have any specialties, so I have the most desire for knowledge."

The author has something to say: Curiosity is the first step to fall :)
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