Fu Yuhan has long legs and quickly walked away.

Wen Yu stood there and looked for a while, and found that neither of them followed each other, and there was indeed a way out.

All the students scattered all left. People from other classes didn't know him very much and wouldn't say hello to him. For a moment, Wen Yu's face was so light that it was expressionless.

He always does this when he is alone.

On this section of the road, the street lights were particularly bright and there were few street trees. Fu Yuhan's white school uniform almost melted into the light.

Fortunately, Wen Yu has good eyesight.

He could easily find the person's body curve in the outline of his school uniform, as if he had observed it countless times, and all of it was remembered in his mind.

Then soon, Fu Yuhan turned a corner at the end of the road and disappeared.

Wen Yu lowered his head and rubbed his temples, frowned.

Recently, he seems to be too addicted to making fun of Fu Yuhan.

It is true that the person's reactions were very interesting when he was unhappy, but how to say it... It's like desserts cannot be eaten as food, Wen Yu felt that his condition was not very healthy recently.

Relying on eating desserts to regulate your mood is tantamount to drinking poison to quench your thirst.

No need, really no need.

There are obviously many solutions to solve them...even if it is to do the questions.

He turned around in front, turned silently into the community where he lived, and entered the unit building.

It was late at night and there was no one in the residence. He put down his schoolbag and thought about it. Instead, he grabbed the key and walked to the room that was always locked.

The key was inserted into the keyhole, and turned the first half of the circle. Wen Yu paused, closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the door, and sighed.

Then he opened his eyes, finally opened the door, pushed it in, and closed himself in.

When the morning light was dim the next morning, Wen Yu rubbed his somewhat messy hair out of the room, locked it as usual, and entered the bathroom with a depressed look on his face.

It was not until he drenched himself back in his refreshing state that he left the bathroom, put on his clean school uniform as usual, and went to school with his schoolbag on his back.

Early in the morning, the busy people were still sleeping, and the only breakfast shop owner who had stalls was busy on the road outside the community.

Wen Yu asked for a bowl of wontons, sat on the street and ate slowly before walking towards the school.

After more than half a month of transfer to No. 3 Middle School, he went to school so early for the first time. When he arrived at the school gate, the gate had not opened yet, and even the small door next to him was closed for people to enter and exit.

In the communication room, the security guard who was working all night shift was drowsy and was waiting for his colleagues on the day shift to change. The campus was so quiet that only birds were singing.

When he reached the second floor, Wen Yu suddenly remembered something was wrong - he came so early, was the classroom door open?

He usually has very "standard rules" and usually checks out the spots at school, neither early nor late. Although he has heard that Fu Yuhan is responsible for opening and locking the door, he has never seen it.

But soon, Wen Yu found out that he was worried too much.

The door of the classroom in Class 6 opened as soon as it was twisted. The thin boy was sleeping in the corner, his thin arms stretched out to the outside of the desk, and his naturally drooping hands made the distinctive wrist bones look particularly prominent.

Fu Yuhan slept very deeply. Even though Wen Yu deliberately made a sound when he sat down, he didn't open his eyes. It was probably a long time since he arrived.

The skylight fell on his face, and Wen Yu seemed to be able to see a layer of extremely fine fluff from his exposed skin, which was clean and harmless, completely different from the "no stranger to the person" he was awake.

Wen Yu sat down and didn't move, and watched for a long time.

It was not until Fu Yuhan frowned and changed direction to continue sleeping, and a muffled groan in his throat that Wen Yu seemed to have come back to his senses.

He was stunned for two seconds, then laughed, not knowing what he was laughing at.

He took off his schoolbag, took out his homework that he had not finished last night in the quiet sky, and started writing the paper.

The biggest difference between a top student and a poor student is perhaps the efficiency of writing the papers. Even though Wen Yu had never opened his schoolbag after he got home last night, he still finished his homework before the morning self-study began.

Perfect.

Facts have proved that occasional indulgence will not affect his life trajectory. Wen Yu is very satisfied with the homework he completed at the right time.

I looked up and saw that there were people in the classroom having breakfast, some were talking about TV series, some were talking about video games, and some were discussing sports meetings.

The school spirit of No. 3 Middle School is indeed more wild than that of No. 1 Middle School.

However, Wen Yu felt that nothing was wrong, even if this would make him treat "step by step" a little abruptly.

Today's morning self-study was requisitioned by the class teacher. As soon as Zhou Wenkang entered the classroom, he announced the event that the parent meeting was scheduled for after school this Friday.

No one was surprised when the senior high school senior opened the show, but at that time Fu Yuhan had just opened his eyes, Wen Yu clearly saw him blinking three times in a daze, with a very stupid expression.

Perhaps his gaze was too straightforward. Not long after, Fu Yuhan threw his eyes over, and got up with a slight anger and two points: "What are you looking at?"

Wen Yu unconsciously curled the corner of his lower lip: "I'm watching the complete record of the collapse of the inner world of the kaopozi in one month."

"...小," Fu Yu snorted coldly, "You know what a fuck."

Wen Yu didn't want to analyze Fu Yuhan's thoughts in depth, but after hearing what he said, he became interested.

During the morning self-study period, Fu Yuhan made an anxious pen for more than an hour, and immediately went to the office after the first get out of class.

Wen Yu thought about it, put down the book and followed him.

The senior high school group is on this floor, and in another teaching building connected to Class 4, 5 and 6. There is a door in front and behind. The desks connected to each other are in the middle of the office, with a row of cabinets on the left and a sofa on the right.

Because students who often ask questions come over after class, the doors in front and back were open.

Fu Yuhan went in without looking back. Wen Yu walked to the door, hesitated for a while, but instead leaned against the wall, pretending to be waiting for someone.

He lowered his head and tried to distinguish the sound from the noisy environment.

“…can you not participate, you know…”

"Fu Yuhan is in the third year of high school. I think it is necessary for your parents to come here for such a big thing."

"but……"

He was ruling.

Because other students came to the office to ask questions one after another, the noise everywhere made Wen Yu unable to hear the key points.

A little bit of vague irritability gradually accumulates.

When the twelfth man rubbed him into the office, the sound of the man kicking the upper to the ground in the office finally made Wen Yu unable to stand it.

He tidied up his collar, turned around and buckled the office door three times, and entered naturally: "Teacher Zhou."

“We mainly use this parent meeting…”

Zhou Wenkang was interrupted by him halfway through the speech, but he was not angry. He turned his head and asked gently, "Wen Yu, is there anything you have to do?"

"I want to ask." Wen Yu's gaze naturally brushed across Fu Yuhan's face and fell on the head teacher's face. Then he let it go, "It may be inconvenient for my parents to come on Friday's parent meeting. Can I invite my aunt or uncle to come?"

Fu Yuhan glanced at him.

Zhou Wenkang was a little worried: "It is best for immediate relatives to come here. I was just telling Fu Yuhan that the main purpose of holding a parent-teacher meeting in the third year of high school is to communicate with parents about the students' learning status and prepare for the college entrance examination - if your parents don't have time on Friday, can they be able to go on weekends?"

"I'm afraid it's not very good." Wen Yu said, "This Director Yan should communicate with you."

Wen Yu transferred to the school with Director Yan of the Academic Affairs Office. Before coming, he watched his father and the middle-aged director who had been bald for half a morning of Tai Chi, and finally said that he was busy with work and hoped that the director would take care of him more.

"I know your dad is busy," said Zhou Wenkang, "But what about your mom? The director told me before that you can contact your mom if you have something to do."

"That's my dad's words." Wen Yu smiled, then frowned, and said in a pretended distress, "That's my stepmother."

Zhou Wenkang didn't expect this turning point and was stunned. Fu Yuhan looked back at Wen Yu.

In Yu Guangzhong, Fu Yuhan didn't look special, and Wen Yu couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

But he was not here to analyze himself.

"Actually, I usually take care of myself. If the parents didn't let the students participate, I would have to come by myself." Wen Yu said, "Auntie usually takes care of me for my daily life. I think she can come, what do you think?"

"This..." Zhou Wenkang hesitated a little.

Admittedly, Wen Yu's grades are very good.

Such students are not actually the focus of communication at parent-teacher meetings, because they are generally very capable of taking care of themselves and have plans for themselves.

Before he could think about it, Wen Yu had already made a decision for him: "This way, Teacher Zhou, I'll go back and ask my parents and try to get them over. If the time is really not arranged, I might have to let my aunt come."

"...it's fine, try to let your parents come in person."

"Okay, thank you teacher." Wen Yu said, and asked Fu Yuhan very naturally, "Are you going back to the classroom? Go back together?"

Fu Yuhan was asked inexplicably by him.

Zhou Wenkang stopped him: "No, he hasn't finished his affairs yet. You have to go back first - Fu Yuhan, your situation is different from Wen Yu. I hope your parents will come here no matter what."

Wen Yu just wanted to hear this, but he didn't move.

There are students constantly entering the office, so it doesn’t seem strange that he stays here.

Fu Yuhan frowned and was a little reluctant: "If they could come, I would tell you why they did this? Wouldn't they just not come?"

"Your mom isn't that busy, right? I talked to her last year."

"It's not busy to work," Fu Yuhan looked at the tip of his shoes, "and was busy taking care of her daughter."

"What about your dad?"

"He..." Fu Yuhan bit his lip without saying a word.
To be continued...