"just……"

The two people in the front row turned half of their faces, as if they were bored and eavesdropping on their speech. After Fu Yuhan finished speaking two words, he paused and threw his eyes impatiently: "You two are very idle?"

Fang Jiayuan took photos of Sun Wenrui. Sun Wenrui seemed a little dissatisfied, glanced at Wen Yu, curled his lips, and turned back.

Fu Yuhan did not delve into the deep meaning of the other person's expression.

His attention was still on Wen Yu's swollen ankle, and he frowned and asked, "Isn't it swollen when I was there just now?"

Wen Yu nodded, turned his pen with his slender right fingertips, and naturally pulled down the school uniform leg with his left hand to cover the gauze, and smiled: "It's okay, don't worry."

Fu Yuhan grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around.

Most of the time, Fu Yuhan only had two expressions on his face: unhappiness and no expression. At this moment, he looked at Wen Yu, with his expression between the two, with a certain silent stubbornness.

Wen Yu stared at him and suddenly smiled: "Have you always been like this?"

"What?"

"I remember Yang Fan's birthday last year," Wen Yu thought of something fun, "We all planned to play the second KTV directly, but Yang Fan said that you made an appointment with him and he had to pick you up... Otherwise you would wait until midnight. I thought at the time, I was afraid this person was not a stone."

Fu Yuhan: “…”

Last year on Yang Fan’s birthday, he prepared a simple light show for him within his ability.

That's why Yang Fan insisted on rushing to arrive. After all, things that have been arranged for two weeks cannot be moved just by just saying that they have been moved.

Today, it is because I don’t like to owe everyone favors-

How can this be confused?

"I've seen it today. You're really a stone." Wen Yu shook his head, moved the chair a little, and put his swollen left foot on his right knee. "You have to know what good is this kind of thing for you?"

His right hand was hanging, and he twisted and pulled horizontally above his left ankle.

Fu Yuhan's expression suddenly became hard to describe: "...When did it do it?"

Wen Yu pointed to the front of the classroom: "Ring the corner."

In other words, when he walked back, he saw Fu Yuhan being scolded, he sprained his ankle, and then ran to the math teacher to act like a good person.

It's a werewolf.

But Fu Yuhan had some common sense at least. He was stunned for a while, as if he couldn't believe it, and murmured: "A normal person's feet will not sprain so easily, right?"

"If you have an old injury, you'll have to worry." Wen Yu looked careless. He put his feet down and moved the seat with one foot on his feet. "It's no big deal. I don't want to sprain myself during class."

"……Thanks."

"What are you thanking," said Wen Yu, "or are you going to compensate me?"

His upward tail sounded a little malicious. Fu Yuhan could feel something was wrong, but because he hated owing favors, he still asked: "...what do you want."

Wen Yu turned his head and smiled.

Fu Yuhan: “…?”

The skylight fell into the young man's eyes, as if he was wearing star points. Wen Yu faced him and silently made a lip.

Yang Fan.

"..." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, "You dream."

"Then stop asking." Wen Yu turned his face back and smiled calmly, "Besides this, what else can I do to you-do you want to agree with me?"

That would be too disgusting.

Fu Yuhanguang was about to vomit even though he thought about it.

He didn't answer the conversation, subconsciously frowned, and when he raised his eyes again, he was stunned for a moment.

Wen Yu's half-length black hair fell in his ears, revealing the perfectly shaped auricle as he swung.

There was a hole in the earlobe.

He didn't insert a plastic stick, and Fu Yuhan couldn't figure out whether it was a piercing ear. But how to say it... This kind of thing that always connects with "poor students" would be very inconsistent when it appeared on Wen Yu.

Although maybe... this person is not as "perfect" as Yang Fan described.

Fu Yuhan withdrew his gaze.

I don’t know if it was because Director Yao had taught him a lesson, but he didn’t stop the class today. The blackboard newspaper in the class will be evaluated in two weeks, because only Fu Yuhan can draw the large picture, so he must start earlier.

The blackboard behind had been cleaned by the student on duty long ago. Ge Ran prepared paint for him and placed it on the cabinet behind. The second section was self-study on physical education course reform, so Fu Yuhan moved a small table as a seat and sat to the end.

The sketch has been made, and the big picture is confident, but the trouble is just coloring.

However, Fu Yuhan did not force himself to finish the drawing quickly, but instead painted it very slowly. While drawing, he was thinking about Director Yao's suggestions.

He thought about the art student taking the exam...

Training costs money, and I heard that subsequent studies are very expensive, and if you want to go abroad for further study, it will be a lot of money. My sister is born with weak and sickly, and I don’t know how much it takes to change my heart. Ms. He Yan is used to being thrifty and may not be willing to pay.

He didn't want Zhou Wenkang to do his job for him, because it was useless to know that it would be useless if he did it.

but……

He also has a real father.

Fu Yuhan was slightly ecstatic.

No. 3 Middle School only offers art classes in the first year of high school. Every week, there is only one art teacher in the whole school, and everyone knows it.

Fu Yuhan thought about a class but had no idea. When the get out of class was over, he went to the "Miscellaneous Subjects" office.

"What wind can blow you?" the art teacher asked with a smile.

She is a gentle woman, her desk is covered with cute decorative stickers and a cup of freshly brewed coffee on hand.

Although it was an instant cup... but the aroma of coffee in the room reminded Fu Yuhan of Yang Fan.

He is a "Star Dad" enthusiast.

Fu Yuhan retracted his thoughts, lowered his eyes, and whispered: "I want to ask, if I want to take the art exam... what do I need to do?"

"You want to take the art exam?" The art teacher was obviously a little surprised.

Fu Yuhan's painting is a personal hobby. It is true that many students in the class know about painting because they often go out to sketch, but he has not shown much in serious art classes.

He didn't want to explain, so he nodded casually.

"If you don't have a foundation, it will be difficult to make up now. You may need to apply for a full-time closed studio training. The school needs to take leave." The art teacher said, "In December, the art joint examination is equivalent to the professional college entrance examination and must be taken. If you have a good school you like or the art college, you may also need to take the school examination separately offered by each school... This specific issue needs to be analyzed in detail."

She looked at him: "How is your basic level now? Are there any schools that are considered well?"

"I can draw a little, but I don't know what level it is. School... doesn't have it."

"Do you have any previous paintings? You can take them over and I'll show you."

“…No.”

This sounds like an unreasonable customer. Fu Yuhan bit the soft flesh in his mouth and whispered: "A few days ago... I was thrown away by my mother as garbage."

"Ouch." The art teacher showed regret.

Only those who paint will know the value of old paintings.

But after all, she was not familiar with Fu Yuhan, so she didn't ask much, and said, "Then you can find time to draw a sketch for me these days. The specified time is three hours. I'll help you see it and then discuss the specific one with you. Is it okay? In the studio outside, I know some people."

"Okay." Fu Yuhan paused, stopped and bowed halfway to the art teacher, "Thank you."

"...No," she smiled, "I'm not used to you being so polite."

If Wen Yu had thanked him solemnly, she might not have been so uncomfortable.

Because good students always thank teachers for their kindness, it is extremely difficult for bad students to turn back.

Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes and bent his waist lowered a little further.

Although he was a little unhappy, he didn't care.

Thanking is his business.

The comprehensive office is full of teachers who are not required for exams, so it is set up in the teaching building for the first year of high school. Fu Yuhan closed the door and left, and ran into a group of girls who ran over and eavesdropped.

When the young schoolgirl saw him, she blushed and scattered with birds and beasts. Only one or two brave enough to laugh at him: "School grass, come and play in the future."

These days, more and more outgoing girls are becoming more and more outgoing, and fewer people will make a fuss. In the third year of No. 3 Middle School, Fu Yuhan no longer remembers how many times he was "flirted" by his seniors in different ways.

He had few expressions, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He usually just walked over and finished it.

Anyway, as a gay man, I can't respond to any of them.

However, today, Fu Yuhan stopped, his eyes passed over the girls, and fell on a young boy in the first year of high school classroom.

A girl with obvious courage turned around and smiled and said, "Did the school grass have taken a fancy to our class?"

"The one I just got in..." he asked, "Is it Zhou Xiangyan?"

"Yes, do you know each other?"

"Not familiar." He walked away.

True busyness is when life is like flowing water and people who live in it do not know it.
To be continued...