Before school in the afternoon, Wen Yu was doing physics papers. In order to finish it in one breath, he left in the classroom for an extra 20 minutes. After looking up, only Ge Ran was left in the classroom.

The girl stood at his desk and was a little amazed: "Don't you do physical analysis?"

Wen Yu habitually put a perfect smile on his face: "I've done it."

"Didn't you read your draft?"

"It's been hit in my head."

"Awesome." Ge Ran immediately showed a hint of envy, "Look at how fast you do it... I can't do it anymore, my physical shortcomings."

Wen Yu smiled and didn't want to mention it, "Aren't you going to have a meal yet?"

"Waiting for you." Ge Ran shook the key, "Fu Yuhan is not here, I will lock the door today."

Lock the door?

Wen Yu was stunned: "Don't you still have to study at night?"

"The classroom is still locked when there is no one at dinner. During the community opening day, wouldn't there be people from the society coming to the school to borrow the stadium? If you don't lock it, you'll be afraid that something will be lost - I'll open the door after dinner."

"Oh... you said it a long time ago, I won't write the papers here, will it delay your time?"

Wen Yu smiled gently, stuffed the finished paper back into the drawer, and stood up with his bag. Ge Ran was shorter than him. When he got up, his eyes drooped naturally, and he asked casually: "What does lock the door have to do with Fu Yuhan?"

"He..." Ge Ran paused, and his smile suddenly became a little embarrassed. "He usually takes care of the keys from the first to the last one every day."

Get up early and leave late, is he so diligent and studious?

Wen Yu said oh, didn't ask much, and left with a smile.

He lives very close to him, so he doesn't have to rush home for dinner, but he comes out as soon as he comes out.

During the school hours, it always seemed noisy outside the school gate. Countless people, traffic flows and students from No. 3 Middle School who were wandering nearby for food caused some difficulties in passing.

Wen Yu chose a small path near the corner, wore a school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, and walked back to his residence in a low-key and not low-key manner.

Usually, during dinner, an aunt would come to his house to cook for him and do part-time hygiene. However, what he didn't expect was that there were other people standing in the kitchen today.

The woman was well maintained, with a gentle face, and almost looked like she was in her thirties. She was busy in the kitchen, with her movements a little unfamiliar, but she could tell she was very serious.

The aroma of the meal floats out of the kitchen, almost feeling "home".

Wen Yu was in a daze for a moment, clenched his fists, and his slightly long fingernails pierced into the soft flesh in his palms. He quickly let go and smiled: "Mom, why are you, aunt?"

"Xiao Yu, are you back?" The woman turned her head, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her wrist, and smiled at him with her eyes, "I want to make a meal for you today. After the aunt has done hygiene, she asked her to go back... Her son has been sick these days, so it's better to let her go home early."

"Is that right?" Wen Yu leaned against the kitchen door and didn't go in, "I don't know."

My father once taught him a lesson, saying that he was too indifferent in this regard, but unfortunately Wen Yu didn't think he had any problems. In his opinion, when the cooking aunt finished her work, his father was responsible for giving money, and the money was paid, so that they didn't have to pay attention to each other's private life.

But the woman in front of him, as his father's wife, took the initiative to find an excuse for him: "You are so busy studying. When you come back from get out of class, your aunt has left. It's normal that you can't meet a few times. I don't know."

She is a very gentle person and has a lot of smiles, but in such a smile, Wen Yu suddenly didn't want to continue chatting.

"How long will it take?" he asked, "the school starts evening self-study at 7 o'clock."

"It'll be fine soon. Go wash your hands and wait for me at the table."

Wen Yu turned around and went to the toilet.

The tap water was a little hot as summer, and it was not cool enough to rush on his hands. He lowered his head and wiped his face hard with the water, and finally felt a little more comfortable.

When he came out of the toilet, the food had already been brought to the dining table. The woman wiped her hands and sat down, and glanced at the closed door of the room on the other side of the living room.

"Auntie told me... you kept locking that room and didn't let her go in..." She looked a little nervous, "Is there any problem?"

Wen Yu raised his eyelids, and there was no expression on his face that had always been smiling.

The woman's voice gradually faded.

After a while, he said, "It's a mourning hall."

"Ah," the woman felt a little uncomfortable, "I'm sorry, Xiao Yu, I didn't mean it..."

Wen Yu lowered his head and smiled: "It's okay, let's have a meal. Thank you for coming here today."

"Why are you polite to me?" She bit her lip and smiled reluctantly. "If you are not busy, come back occasionally to eat with us..."

"Busy." Wen Yu interrupted her, "Senior high school, very busy."

“…”

The woman sighed vaguely and stopped talking.

The meal was very dull. Although Wen Yu usually didn't speak when he had dinner alone, he could play TV at least, and the atmosphere was not like this.

He was uncomfortable and wanted to leave, so he was just taking evening self-study as an excuse.

Perhaps it was the saying "I'm very busy in my senior year" that I set up a flag. That evening study, the English teacher on duty next door came over and sent them two more test papers.

The evening episode made Wen Yu feel indifferent about the test paper and didn't want to start writing. When he was unhappy, he really hoped that everyone else would be unhappy together. After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Fu Yuhan.

Wen Yu: Have you finished your homework?

Today, Fu Yuhan did not ignore him, but he didn't say much, so he sent a question mark back not long after.

Wen Yu continued to send bad news: Lao Yu just came and added two papers.

Fu Yuhan returned six points.

Although Lao Yu is a male teacher, the difficulty is no less than that of "Empress Hua Concubine".

From six points, Wen Yu felt the other party's cracking mood.

He smiled with satisfaction, stuffed his phone back, picked up his pen and started writing the paper.

Facts have proved that "Empress Hua" is really not easy to do.

The next morning, Fu Yuhan was called to the office by him.

"Why are you so bad--you haven't slept all night?" Lao Yu soaked himself a cup of wolfberry and red dates, and looked at Fu Yuhan while drinking.

The tall boy poked at the desk, his face was pale and thin, and he was about to fall down in minutes.

"I'm surprised. What are you doing tonight? I see you have handed in other subjects, but mine is not right?"

Fu Yuhan's Adam's apple rolled for a moment, his voice hoarse: "I was not here last night, I didn't get the last two papers."

"No?" Zhou Wenkang's desk was next to Lao Yu. He knocked on the partition, "Old Zhou, did you Fu Yuhan take a leave of absence last night's self-study last year?"

"No." Zhou Wenkang was not on duty last night and said helplessly, "Fu Yuhan, are you doing evening self-study again?"

Lao Yu turned around and looked at him.

Fu Yuhan: "Yes."

"You are very good. Now you are so proud of your evening self-study. I think you are—"

When Lao Yu said this, his voice paused for a moment. Fu Yuhan glanced along his gaze and saw Wen Yu walking in from outside with a smile, "Teacher Zhou, are you looking for me?"

The school uniform of No. 3 Middle School finally came to Wen Yu's hand. The faint blue short sleeves on the white school uniform clearly outlined the young man's broad and straight shoulder lines, and it suddenly shook into Fu Yuhan's eyes.

He couldn't help but straighten his spine.

Old Yu came back to his senses and then cursed: "I think you are becoming more and more arrogant? Do you know that you are getting promoted to the third year of high school now, which is different from before? When will you be able to calm down?"

In the middle of the night yesterday, Qin Xiaolu's fever finally subsided. Fu Yuhan barely slept in the hospital seat for a while, but he was still not in good spirits and was always distracted.

As he listened to Lao Yu's lecture, Zhou Wenkang's voice always floated into his ears, as if he was talking about a chemistry competition with Wen Yu.

It is a risky thing to hold competitions in the third year of high school. If you fail to get the qualification for recommendation, it is equivalent to wasting your energy for review. Moreover, the colleges and universities that students who have the ability to participate in the competition are generally the top 5 in China. If you want to get the recommendation, you will have to win national awards.

Having said that, Class 6, as a class led by Zhou Wenkang, has achieved good results in chemistry competitions in previous years. Fu Yuhan heard Yang Fan say that Wen Yu's grades are so good that they are unscientific. He may participate...

"...You still dare to get distracted?" Lao Yu's voice suddenly increased.

Fu Yuhan suddenly came back to his senses.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Wen Yu seemed to have turned his head and looked here, and the smile on the corner of his mouth showed a little more teasing.

It's like laughing at him.

"No," Fu Yuhan frowned very quickly, "I just kept my evening self-study yesterday... Can you provide the papers? Today's fourth session is the English class."

"You owe me too much homework. Do I give you two papers? Can you give me half of the 150 paper?" Lao Yu felt heartbroken, "I'm talking about your class! I'm in my third year of high school, wake up quickly!"

“…”

Fu Yuhan's grades were originally the tail of the crane in Class 6, and his English was even weaker. 75... It was indeed a bit difficult for him.

He couldn't refute.

Moreover, he is not ungrateful. The teachers who are willing to persuade him not to stop the class at this point are actually for his own good.

but……

but.

He lowered his eyes: "Then do I want to make up for the test papers?"

"Make up!" Lao Yu glared at him, "I will finish it before class, and I will talk about it later. Today I will send three more papers, and you have to hand it over to me on time tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Fu Yuhan agreed.

He is very handsome and well-known, and he is also very famous for his backwardness. All kinds of deeds are well known to all the students in the grade. When Lao Yu was criticized, teachers always came over to scold him like a joke. But on the other hand, when the teachers passed by Zhou Wenkang, they all praised Wen Yu at the same time.

Although he has only been here for two days, his grades have not been tested by any exam.

But when those teachers talked about him, they all... smiled like Yang Fan.

Fu Yuhan glanced at the "grand occasion" on the other end and suddenly became a little sore.

He wasn't like he was from the beginning.

If dreams are within reach, who will easily escape?

But what exactly is the other end of the mountain?

The author has something to say: This is a mutual redemption article
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