Transferring to high school in senior year is like a psychopath.

Fu Yuhan suddenly understood why they always said "the last time". It turned out that today's activity was essentially practiced by Wen Yu.

Of course, he didn't care that Wen Yu was not nervous. He just felt that it was a bit suffocating to be a classmate with the other party in the last year.

When humans face things they don’t want to face, they always instinctively escape.

Fu Yuhan said: "Our school has eight classes."

What he meant was that he might not be in the same class as Wen Yu.

"It's good to have different classes." Yang Fan advised earnestly, "I always think that you two may have a disagreement now... I promise me, will you get along well with him in the future? They are all my brothers, I'm very worried."

"I won't take the initiative to cause trouble for him, as long as he doesn't mess with me." Fu Yuhan looked at him, "Is this OK?"

"Yes, that's great." Yang Fan was relieved.

Looking at his relaxed smile, Fu Yuhan felt that he could not bear Wen Yu's beating occasionally.

but.

Yang Fan didn't know where the core conflict between these two people was, so naturally he didn't know. Even if Wen Yu promised him before, he wouldn't find any trouble with Fu Yuhan, it doesn't mean they really won't be able to fight.

That night, another thing happened.

The practice activities will not end easily. After leaving the video game store, they went to eat pickled fish, and then went to a nearby KTV to prepare to sing until the early morning.

Senior high school students dare not act rashly, and they will not have wine, but games are to be played - without singing a few songs, Wen Yu picked up the dice and suggested a big adventure in the truth.

On special days, basically whatever Wen Yu said, no one refuted it. The "Yi Ren" who was ordered to buy water came back from outside and saw that the remaining few people were already playing.

Yang Fan was very lucky to play dice. Fu Yuhan was afraid that he would suffer a loss, so he put down the water and sat down in a quiet voice.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Wen Yu glance at him, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The lighting in the KTV is not very good, and Wen Yu’s face is dark. Fu Yuhan doesn’t know what this smile originally means, but he seems to be a bit ridiculous.

About half a year ago, Wen Yu once told him alone that he felt that Fu Yuhan's silent protection of Yang Fan was a bit like a young wife.

At that time, Fu Yuhan returned the sentence "Everyone is each other" to him, but Wen Yu shook his head and said lightly, "I am different from you."

All unrequited love, who is more noble than who?

Anyway, Fu Yuhan didn't understand where the B-qi leaked from his body came from.

Wen Yu finished laughing and opened the dice cup: "Yang Fan lost."

"Damn!" Yang Fan read everyone's points, "If I had known, I wouldn't have called it, I would have been dead!"

Ma Gan was his subordinate, and he laughed so badly when he heard this: "You can't hold it in yourself and you have to open it, so you can't blame me."

"Choose!" Chu Lei shouted, "The truth is still a big adventure!"

"Big adventure." Yang Fan said.

"Why don't you choose the truth?" Wen Yu looked curious.

"He has been flirting with the goddess recently," Chu Lei pointed at him and smiled, "I must be afraid that we will ask."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Yuhan, but found that there was nothing moving on the other party.

Have known it long ago?

"It's just a big risk, what do you say to punish?" Yang Fan quickly stopped this topic, "I'll say it first, I'll refuse something like 'go to confess my love to other private rooms'. It's too disturbing to the public."

"Then you go and contribute to the Monday radio station to confess your love to the goddess."

"...Is this going to die?"

"Forget it, I'm in my third year of high school, it's not worth it to carry a punishment." Piqiu took out a small bag of unfinished pocky from his schoolbag, and looked at the people in the box, "Let's just have a little smaller one, you and... have a pocky with Brother Yu and let us take a video!"

"Why?"

"Why?"

The one who said "why" was Yang Fan, the one who said "why" was Fu Yuhan, and the one who looked at Wen Yu.

The excessive reaction made the scene look a bit funny. Piqiu was stunned and laughed: "Forget it, why did Brother Han be so shocked? He didn't let you sacrifice."

Fu Yuhan thought to himself that this would be better to let me "sacrifice".

He felt uncomfortable on his face, he paused and asked again: "Why do you eat with Wen Yu?"

"Because..." The ball was a little confused.

"Because they won't see me tomorrow, of course they have to take advantage of the night to be good, just like our '□□''little brother'." Wen Yu continued with a smile, raised his chin, "Come on, 'little brother' and let them take a good photo." He opened his arms at Yang Fan, "Come on Fanfan, I'm ready."

Fu Yuhan: “…”

Wen Yu's actions well resolved the embarrassment caused by this proposal. Yang Fan smiled and cursed a few words without hesitation, and the three people led by Chu Lei began to whistle and touch their phones.

The whole world is happy, only Fu Yuhan is depressed.

He walked to the console and took a snap of the switch as if he was venting his anger.

The music came to an abrupt end, and the ceiling lights on the box were turned on with a "bang".

Fu Yuhan bit the soft flesh in his mouth, bent his fingers and let go again, and tried to rush up countless times to pull away the noisy people.

But in the end, he just silently looked away.

When he arrived at No. 3 Middle School... When he arrived at No. 3 Middle School, he had the opportunity to deal with him.

I fell asleep in the bustle, and the city gradually woke up.

The next morning, the school gate, which had been closed for two months for two months, opened on time. At 6:15, Yang Cailiang, the director of the middle-aged student department, stood at the school gate on time with a smooth forehead that was so sparse that there were few hairs.

On the first day of the official school start, students always have troubles, including but not limited to dyeing their hair, putting on makeup, and not wearing school uniforms.

"Damn, it's okay for Lao Yang to get dyed hair. My hair is a little longer and he criticized it for five minutes!" Sun Wenrui was still screaming when he jumped into the class, "Why didn't he say yesterday! Besides, Brother Fu's hair is longer than me-"

He said as he turned his eyes to the end of the classroom. Fu Yuhan stretched out his arms, his head tilted to one side, and was resting his sleep.

After Sun Wenrui said this, he saw that the person who could sleep forever on weekdays moved, and then he supported his arms and actually got up.

Sun Wenrui: “…”

Ge Ran sat in the third row and clearly saw the expression of the sky and the earth cracking on his face. He couldn't help laughing at him: "Look, jumping up and down early in the morning will wake up the great devil."

"I'm dead," said Sun Wenrui.

He saw Fu Yuhan hooking his finger at him.

"Go," Ge Ran echoed, "the organization will remember to collect your body."

Sun Wenrui took a reserved step and moved to Fu Yuhan step by step, lowered his eyebrows and said with a calm look: "Master, if you have something to do, please tell me not to slap in the face."

“…”

Fu Yuhan raised his eyelids, and his voice was filled with the unique boredom he had just woken up: "Go and inquire."

The content was actually different from what I imagined, and Sun Wenrui suddenly lived: "What?"

"There may be a transfer student in the grade today," Fu Yuhan pressed his eyebrows, his eyes full of impatientness, "Go and ask how many classes you will transfer to."

"Okay!" The feeling of survival was extremely refreshing. Sun Wenrui jumped three feet high and jumped out of the classroom.

In the early morning, everyone seemed to be sleepless and not awake. The classroom was already quiet. Fu Yuhan's words were not loud, but they could be heard clearly by everyone.

"Transfer students? Are they true or false?"

"Is it crazy to transfer to high school in my third year?"

"Repeat?"

"You can't come to us even if you repeat the exam."

"Fu Yuhan," Xu Qianyi, who was sitting in the middle of the classroom, turned around and asked, "Where did you get the news?"

"What the ears hear."

After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he ignored Xu Qianyi's expression. He pulled out an A4-sized coil book from the drawer, turned to a new page, and took out a wooden pencil from the pen box, lowered his head and started writing and drawing.

The noise in the classroom seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Some people have a good face and a dog-like temper." Xu Qianyi rolled her eyes at his indifference, "I think that handsome guy yesterday was ten thousand times better than you."

The one who lined up yesterday to help change the token was Xu Qianyi. She asked Fu Yuhan for Wen Yu's name halfway through.

Fu Yuhan admitted that he looked in the direction of Xu Qianyi's finger and saw Wen Yuan standing there quietly watching people catch dolls. For a moment, he really understood how eye-catching this person was.

But it was just a moment.

"Then you chase him." Fu Yuhan raised his eyelids in a condescending manner, and gave her a cold look, "He is the one who is coming today."

"Damn?"

"Didn't that say it was the first school grass?"

"Our school is going to collect two major school grasses in the city?"

There were many people going to the video game store yesterday, and there were even more girls who saw Wen Yu, and there was a little turmoil in the classroom.

Xu Qianyi stood up and said with a smile: "Thank you, buddy, I'll go to the office to inquire."
To be continued...