Wen Yu was soft-hearted to Fu Yuhan for the first time in his life, but he did not expect to receive any response.

When he woke up the next day, he took his cell phone to confirm that it was not broken.

……OK.

You really are, Fu Yuhan.

Today is a good day. Wen Yu walked out of the building with his schoolbag on one shoulder and shrouded the scattered sun.

He lives near No. 3 Middle School and has a good time to go to school, so he sat down at the breakfast shop on the street and had breakfast.

The store is doing well, and Wen Yu only occupied a position near the door, facing the road. He had not yet obtained his new school uniform, but he was still the uniform of No. 1 Middle School. From behind, he could not tell that he was a student of No. 3 Middle School.

Just as he lowered his head and drank soy milk, he suddenly heard two male voices coming from behind him.

"Fuck, Fu Yuhan, that idiot, really think he is a domineering senior high school?"

"Brother Qian, he said so. If I were you, I would never be able to resist him!"

"Then I have to think of a way first! Just do it, how to do it? Tsk, it's a problem in my third year of high school..."

Wen Yu lifted his eyelids, turned his head and looked at the source of the sound, only to see two backs wearing third-tier school uniforms walking past the store door.

It is estimated that the two of them are less than 1.8 meters tall, with a buzzing head and a slightly fat man.

After seeing Fu Yuhan stuttering for a whole day, he felt confused for the second time.

Is this really a key point?

The school spirit is much more than that of No. 1 Middle School.

Wen Yu lowered his head and sneered, sneered and disappeared beside the bowl, and went to school only after drinking.

On the second day of school, the first-year high school freshmen started military training, and there were people vaguely on the playground. The teaching building was not calm, and the teacher did not come. There were many people in the corridor looking at the playground while having breakfast.

Wen Yu stepped on the steps and suddenly realized something was wrong.

There were people swaying around at the doors of Class 4 and Class 5, but Class 6 did not. He entered the classroom through the back door and realized that the atmosphere in the class was a bit serious.

Several girls gathered in the middle of the classroom and whispered something, while the boys sitting in the back row looked very good.

Fu Yuhan, one arm was placed on his face, and the other was stretched to Sun Wenrui, and his head was buried in his seat.

The young man was thin, with his half-length hair rubbing against his neck, making the piece of skin exposed in his collar look particularly white.

Wen Yu was inexplicably shaken.

"What's wrong with him?" Wen Yu pointed at Fu Yuhan and sat down.

Sun Wenrui in the front row saw that he was unhappy and ignored him. But another boy named Fang Jiayuan was more friendly and smiled at him and said, "It's okay, Brother Fu always gets sleepy in the morning."

"Oh." It turned out that he was asleep. Wen Yu nodded, "I thought something happened this morning."

"Something happened. Didn't you make a fight yesterday? The first sister's 's suitor' came in the morning."

Xu Qianyi heard this, and pushed away the girl blocking her view and slapped the table: "He is a hammer suitor! He is so disgusting! He is so kind of talking nonsense in front of me? Look at me, I won't give him back!"

The girls around him surrounded him: "Qianqian, don't be angry..."

Fang Jiayuan probably got used to being yelled, and continued without any influence: "You may not know that you just came here. Our class has a grudge against Class 2 because the suitor is the class bully of Class 2. It's quite disgusting. Not only did he harass Xu Qianyi, he also asked for trouble with our class. He has been looking for anyone who gets closer to the number one sister."

Wen Yu turned his head and his eyes fell on the vortex of Fu Yuhan's back of his head.

"Yes, I have troubled Brother Fu the most. Fortunately, Brother Fu is not afraid, and I have solved it before." Fang Jiayuan was a little proud. "He came again in the morning, and was scared back by Brother Fu's words, 'Come on again,'"

“…”

Wen Yu lowered his head and smiled: "Is the second class bully you mentioned a fat man with a buzz head of about 17 or 8?"

"Yes," Fang Jiayuan was a little surprised, "Do you know?"

"Just just now having breakfast outside, I met two people saying they were going to trouble Fu Yuhan."

"Damn it? Qian Kaile's idiot is not merely aware of eating or not, right?"

Generally, students cannot go out after they arrive at school, and they don’t know how they can run back and forth inside and outside.

Wen Yu finished speaking casually, and took out the English word book and read it, and no longer cared about Fang Jiayuan's whisper. He was not very interested in interfering, but was repeatedly popularized by someone, "Fu Yuhan is very good at fighting."

If you sympathize with this little bastard, the other party will not reply to the message.

It is better to memorize words than to worry about him.

The storm of early self-study soon passed after the teacher walked into the classroom, and the day's lessons began.

No. 3 Middle School has no student dormitory, and voluntarily participates in the evening self-study program. Students who live far away can apply not to participate for safety reasons. However, Zhou Wenkang also emphasized that it is the sprint stage of the senior high school, so try to overcome it as much as possible.

No. 1 Middle School is forced to study for self-study later, and Wen Yu has long been used to it. When Zhou Wenkang talked about this, he turned his head and glanced. Fu Yuhan still maintained the same movement, sleeping as if he had died.

It was not until the third class that the people who had been lying for a long time still moved.

As soon as he woke up, his head was still hanging and he didn't move, which was obviously very difficult. Wen Yu unconsciously moved his attention from the blackboard and gave him a little.

One minute, two minutes... Five minutes later, Fu Yuhan had not yet looked up.

Wen Yu finally couldn't help it.

"What did you do last night?" he pressed his voice.

Fu Yuhan's head turned fifteen degrees: "What do you do?"

If it weren't for the lack of much noise during class, his words would have been so low that they could hardly be heard.

"Curious." Wen Yu rolled his Adam's apple and lowered his eyes, "Look at how you slept like you died... Didn't you sleep last night?"

Fu Yuhan nodded.

"Then..." Wen Yu licked his lips, "Have you seen the information I gave you?"

The people around him suddenly remained silent.

After about half a minute, he finally raised his head a little and touched his hand into the drawer: "Let me see..."

The lack of sleep made his mind a little confused. Fu Yuhan took out his cell phone and pressed it for a long time before he realized that the thing had long been out of power.

"I'll go to the bottom of the podium to charge it," Fu Yuhan coughed softly, "What did you send me?"

Wen Yu took out a power bank from his schoolbag, handed it over from under the table, and looked at the blackboard with his eyes: "Look at it yourself."

“…”

The phone was connected to the power supply and it vibrated shortly afterwards, and the power-on screen appeared. Fu Yuhan always lowered his head and waited.

He fell asleep and woke up and kept his head down, as if he was doing something under the drawer. The teacher on the podium looked here several times, and Wen Yu couldn't help asking, "Why don't you look up?"

"Ugly," said Fu Yuhan, "it will turn red when it hits your forehead."

“…”

Wen Yu turned his head and smiled.

"Some people pay attention. Don't think that you can get offside by sitting in the back row when you are in class. I will talk about what I am reviewing today. I will review the next unit in the next class. If you don't listen carefully, you will bear the consequences. You are already in the third year of high school, so I know a little."

This is a physics class, and the teacher is a neat middle-aged woman with her surname Zhao.

She has always adhered to the lecture style of "whether do you like to listen or not", rarely maintains discipline, and makes it difficult to speak out. For a while, many people turned their heads around.

Wen Yu quickly sat down in a regular manner.

At the same time, he also found that many people did not dare to look at Fu Yuhan more, and their exploratory eyes were almost all here.

Sometimes Wen Yu thinks that humans are really interesting. As long as a person acts a little cold, he will be regarded as "not easy to provoke"; and because he smiles more, everyone thinks he is easy to get along with whether it is No. 1 Middle School or here.

The skin is the biggest lie, but everyone takes this trick.

But he rarely tells the truth, the recipient has not yet responded to him.

Zhao Lihua stopped and started teaching again. Those eyes had to be taken back. Wen Yu chuckled softly: "Okay, no one can watch it anymore, don't bow your head."

Fu Yuhan finally raised his head.

Wen Yu glanced at him - there was no redness on his forehead, which might have faded; but the lack of sleep made his whole face lose blood, whiter than before, with blue and black eyes and a circle of bloodshots hanging on the corners of his eyes.

Very haggard.

"Which sentence is true?" Fu Yuhan asked softly.

Wen Yu smiled: "Why, don't you believe it?"

"Don't you like him? Such a good opportunity..." Fu Yuhan frowned, as if confused, "Why not kiss?"

“Because it’s boring.”

Fu Yuhan glanced at him sideways.

Wen Yu only curled the corners of his lips, and although his eyes were on the blackboard, he was full of interest: "Yang Fan is a straight man, and he was kissed at most, just 'sucking', and then he treated this as an embarrassment, and the matter was overturned - what's the point?"

"..." Fu Yuhan's brows frowned even more, "Do you really like him?"

"I like it."

“…”

Fu Yuhan still remembers that when he was in the empty building yesterday, Wen Yu also said to him so confidently, "Yang Fan's lips are quite soft."
To be continued...