The source of the clothes was not mentioned. Fortunately, although Wen Yu was sitting next to him, he did not seem to have any intention of claiming the clothes.

This made Fu Yuhan secretly relieved - after all, among classmates, it is very strange to give each one to get a set of sportswear of 1,000 or three every year.

Speaking of which, Wen Yu has been quite strange recently.

This thought flashed through Fu Yuhan's mind, and was soon taken back by Yang Fan.

After confirming that Fu Yuhan was not affected by the misfortune at home, Yang Fan quickly sat back to Zhao Tong. Chu Lei ordered more than a dozen songs for them, almost all the duet love songs that were famous in the Chinese music scene, and made a fuss to let the two perform.

Fu Yuhan watched all this, poured himself a glass of wine, and let it go.

"I found that you have a good relationship with Yang Fan." Wen Yu, who sat next to him for a while, suddenly said something.

"I just said that before," Fu Yuhan didn't look back, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it slowly with sips, "How did you realize it?"

"I mean, he seems to know a lot about your family." Wen Yu looked at him, "I asked him several times and you didn't say anything. I don't think Sun Wenrui and the others didn't look like they knew."

"No one in the class knows." Fu Yuhan said, "It's not a glorious thing, and I can't promote it everywhere."

"But Yang Fan knows."

"Yang Fan was because-" He got stuck.

“Why?”

Wen Yu asked, but he didn't wait for a long time to respond.

He looked at Fu Yuhan's face as the flashing MV picture of the large-screen LCD TV in front of him. His dark pupils looked at the ground without focusing, as if he was recalling something that had been a long time ago.

"Why?" Wen Yu asked again.

Fu Yuhan didn't look at him, but just shook his head.

"I love you, you are my Juliet..."

"I love you, let me listen, your fatigue and fear..."

"You are by your side, fate is written on the Three Lives Stone..."

Love songs are being broadcast one by one.

Yang Fan's voice conditions are pretty good, at least he sings all in tune, and he can also become a "singer" among amateur contestants. Zhao Tong and her sister group are not bad. After singing duets with Yang Fan, they also chose a few female songs to howl happily together.

Everyone was very happy, only Fu Yuhan was drinking one cup.

He didn't drink quickly, but he didn't stop, and his eyes became brighter and brighter as he drank.

"Brother Fu, come here to play dice." Ma Gan waved to him at another table.

"Here you come." Fu Yuhan stood up, "Do you play 'boasting'? I've passed the 'special training' a while ago."

The "special training" he mentioned was probably the experience of being cheated by Yongrong, and Wen Yu was speechless.

"Damn, is that so advanced?" Chu Lei looked up at him, "Forget it, girls don't play with such complicated things. Let's compare the size, it's simpler and rougher than the size."

"I lost and had a drink?" Piqiu came over.

"Then we can't drink that much," shouted the girl named Song Ting.

"A cup for boys and half of girls, okay?" Chu Lei said as he patted the round leather stool beside him, "Brother Fu comes here to sit."

"Don't you take Wen Yu to play?" Fu Yuhan looked back.

Wen Yu smiled. He was far away, so he simply picked up the microphone and spoke: "They refused to play games with me."

"Once we secretly fought Three Kingdoms Killing in the classroom. Brother Yu came over to play for ten minutes and killed us all. Later, we found an opportunity to play poker secretly. Brother Yu took fifteen minutes to kill us all again." Chu Lei pulled Fu Yuhan and said, "We discussed it between us. Nothing like this kind of thing that can be played on the table can bring Wen Yu - we are not worthy."

Ma Gan continued: "Besides, Brother Yu doesn't drink, it's boring to play."

"..." Fu Yuhan blinked and swept over to Wen Yu.

Don't drink alcohol?

Wen Yu?

Pretend quite like it.

The rules are very simple than the size and size. Everyone can play with it. The disadvantage is that they drink too quickly. After all, they are all students. First, they don’t have enough alcohol, and secondly, they don’t buy much wine. After playing like this, they will have to drink up after a while. So they changed the game to bet on the size and size in the middle.

With guessing, eye contact and luck elements, the game suddenly became much more interesting. Yang Fan and Zhao Tong, who had been singing halfway, also came over and ordered a bunch of songs to open the original soundtrack for use as BGM.

When Wen Yu finally came over, they were having a happy place.

"I'm a big guy." Fu Yuhan said, "This time it's really big."

"I'll choose a young man." Chu Lei said, "Where is the ball?"

Ball: "Small."

Ma Gan: "Of course I am going to bet against Brother Fu - I will choose a little one."

...

The other few people chose small ones. Once the dice cup was opened, there were no ones who could shake it out for 6 o'clock. The total number was small.

Fu Yuhan admitted defeat, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Chu Lei shook his head: "I think you are not weak tonight, but your head is too strong-willed - you said you shook 4 1s, 2 2s, how could you bet on the big ones?"

"Didn't I want to rebel because I'm not lucky tonight?" Fu Yuhan's expression remained unchanged. "Who knows that bad luck also includes the situation of 'when I want to rebel, the result should be followed'."

Wen Yu stood behind Chu Lei and Fu Yuhan, his eyes swept on the desktop and asked, "Who do you win more now?"

"Si Sisi and I." Chu Lei said and pointed at Fu Yuhan, "Actually everyone is similar, but Brother Fu has been losing."

"I think he just wants to cheat him... his luck is too bad." Yang Fan joked.

Ma Gan laughed and scolded: "Damn the wine liar!"

"That's it." Wen Yu said softly, his eyes drooping, looking at the whirl of Fu Yuhan's head.

The hair there looked very soft.

Yang Fan prepared sufficient funds for this coming-of-age gift. He opened three bottles of wine in one breath and ordered two boxes of beer to be used for later use, most of which were put into Fu Yuhan's stomach.

If he didn't mean to ask for wine to drink, Wen Yu wouldn't believe it.

"This time you bet on the big or the little, Brother Fu?"

"Small."

"Where is the mahjong?"

"big."

“I’m big too.”

"I and Big."

"It's right to bet against Brother Fu - Big."

"I don't believe Brother Fu is so miserable, I'll choose a young man."

"444666...Wow, it's so big." Chu Lei looked at Fu Yuhan sympathetically, "It's so miserable Brother Fu, he still has to lose after 6 1s."

Fu Yuhan picked up the wine glass: "Now you believe I'm not cheating on wine..."

Fu Yuhan raised his chin and pressed his head backwards to a body that was not soft.

Looking from bottom to top, he could only see the rolling Adam's apple when the wine was drunk - Wen Yu snatched the cup from his hand and drank the cup for him.

"What are you doing?" Fu Yuhan looked upward in this leaning position.

Wen Yu finished drinking a glass, put the wine glass on the table with one hand, and the clothes hanging on his chest covered Fu Yuhan's face.

Then he stood up straight, his eyes drooped, and he said condescendingly: "Call out wine."

"Damn it, Brother Yu, you're drinking!" Pi Qiu shouted, "Didn't you say you're allergic?"

"It's okay to drink less." Wen Yu pushed Fu Yuhan away, "Brother Fu is drunk, I'll play with you for a few."

"How come Brother Fu looks like he is drunk?"

"Can't you tell me?" Wen Yu said, "To be honest, I can't tell me either. He drank high once a while ago, and this is the same."

"But if you come and play, we will die."

"I'm not that good at the game of luck." Wen Yu smiled, "Anyway, the time for the private room is coming soon, I can't play it a few times. Don't be afraid, give me a chance to play together."

"All right."

Wen Yu said this. Fu Yuhan, who was pushed away, was suddenly disliked by everyone and was forced to be rushed to the sofa.

Alcohol hits the nerves, and something on the temple is pounding.

Fu Yuhan thought drowsyly, Wen Yu was really weird.

How could he look like a broken heart like this?

Fu Yuhan didn't ask because he knew that he would go with Wen Yu when he went home, and Wen Yu said that after that, he asked him to go over and say something to say.

After a night of trouble, everyone was tired. The temperature difference between morning and evening in October was very large. When they came out of the KTV, several people wore long-sleeved jackets.

Fu Yuhan buried his chin in Gao Qian's collar. Seeing Yang Fan buttoning Zhao Tong, he then reached out to hug her tightly.
To be continued...