"...Who said that?" Wen Yu was stunned.

Fu Yuhan pointed in the front row.

In the row in front of them, Sun Wenrui had just opened the word book. Fang Jiayuan was writing with his shoulders tensely. Wen Yu glanced at them and then looked at Fu Yuhan.

"I'm writing new notes," Wen Yu didn't laugh, but he didn't look angry, "...but why should I show you the first one?"

He subconsciously picked on the tricks as he used to, thinking that Fu Yuhan would come back.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yuhan obviously relaxed his eyebrows and eyes: "I just said, how could he be the first to give it to me?"

Wen Yu: "..."

He felt uncomfortable again.

Wen Yu sat down, put his breakfast on the table, found three notebooks from the drawer and threw them on his table: "There are still three subjects that have not been finished."

Fu Yuhan is dull.

"... Although it is more convenient to copy one, it is easier to remember it by copying it yourself..." Wen Yu glanced at him, "I suggest you copy the book yourself."

"Come on, Brother Fu!" Fang Jiayuan turned back, "You give it to us first after copying, don't forget!"

Wen Yu pulled out a stack of paper to block his eyes.

Fang Jiayuan raised his eyes blankly: "?"

"Take it and copy it." Wen Yu smiled at him and said, "When will it take turns to circulate a note? I have copied two copies, so you can do it."

"Wow! Thank you Brother Yu!" Fang Jiayuan took the copy and transferred it back with great gratitude.

Fu Yuhan's eyes flashed.

The three subject notes given by Wen Yu are indeed good things.

After finishing the test papers a few days ago, Fu Yuhan finally spread out the notes and came to this conclusion after reading only two lines.

He had never seen Wen Yu's previous notes, but no matter what they were, it would have taken time to rewrite a copy.

"Why are you in a daze?" Wen Yu turned his head, "Is it difficult to understand?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head: "You have already detailed this so much that 'all monkeys can understand'. If the author of the strategy is so patient, my dark soul could have passed the level earlier then..."

"Black Soul..." Wen Yu blinked, "What is it?"

Fu Yuhan turned his face: "Don't you know?"

"have no idea."

"Oh, it's a game," said Fu Yuhan, "I have the chance to take you to play."

Wen Yu smiled: "Why is it suddenly so kind?"

"I thought about it when I was at home these two days... Cough cough," Fu Yuhan coughed lightly, his voice faintly, "You mentioned the 'Sir's Expectations'."

If a person grows up with strong expectations and can cater to this expectation at a very young age, Fu Yuhan thought, then he must have missed a lot of things in his childhood.

Fu Yuhan wants to help him.

Anyway... he needs to do something to divert attention recently.

Fu Yuhan was still coughing, and when he said a little longer, he had to frown and resist the numbness and itch in his throat. Wen Yu saw that he had endured it hard and patted him gently.

"Shut up, just say less if you cough." Wen Yu said, "I have something to say when the cold is cured."

He doesn't need anyone to think about what he said.

Too stingy.

Fu Yuhan didn't say anything else, and the conversation quickly passed.

On that day, Fu Yuhan took the time to go to the office and started to study when he came back.

Wen Yu didn't care at first, but later he found that he spent almost all his rest time reviewing, and not only him, but even Sun Wenrui and Fang Jiayuan in the front row discovered Fu Yuhan's strangeness.

Because at noon that day, they wanted to ask Fu Yuhan to go downstairs to play a half-court basketball, but Fu Yuhan actually refused.

"Why did you suddenly work so hard?" Wen Yu chose everyone to ask before they came back for dinner. There was no time for anyone in the classroom.

"Don't I want to take a leave to take art classes at night," Fu Yuhan didn't look up, "I asked the class teacher, and Teacher Zhou said that if I could get 30 points better than the monthly exam this time, I would convince other teachers to give me extra lessons - so I don't have to worry about not being able to attend art classes for the evening self-study 'poor student cram school'."

Wen Yu's eyes flashed: "So I just asked... I didn't work hard to study before, but I didn't work hard to achieve this? Why did the loss of love stimulate you instead?"

Fu Yuhan was stunned.

His face was blank for a moment, his eyes were a little dull and dissipated for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he curled his lips and smiled softly, "I always sleep when I had a fever. I dreamed that I was a child several times. In my dream, my parents were quarreling again. I habitually went to the next door to find Yang Fan, but I found that he had moved away."

Wen Yu lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Then you are so crazy."

"Of course, people like you who don't care about others will not understand." Fu Yuhan smiled for two seconds and became stunned again. After a while, he said, "... Actually, I may not like him much, but... I am used to having him with me, and I am very selfish, and I am not as noble as you."

Wen Yu said "yes".

"So I think I have to accompany him as a 'brother'," Fu Yuhan said, "This is my way of compensation - since he hopes that I will go to the imperial capital with Chu Lei and the others."

It’s not easy to take the exam at T-sen, even for art students.

Wen Yu remembered that he was hesitating about where to take the exam before, and he was not so eager for T-university. Unexpectedly, Yang Fan really got out of the group, but instead strengthened his goal of taking the exam for T-university.

Wen Yu himself encouraged him.

But it is hard to say whether Wen Yu was happy at this moment.

...As a "toy", Fu Yuhan should have a more vivid and vivid expression.

But his rare smile made him look dead in this second.

It is quiet and quiet.

"Fool," Wen Yu concluded after a while, "It's so stupid."

Fu Yuhan glanced at him, and turned around with his right index finger and middle finger, and knocked on his forehead with a pen: "Heartless people are not qualified to attack me."

“Why not?”

"'But then the teacher is getting better? The Master said: Too much is not enough' - I just finished memorizing this sentence." Fu Yuhan took out the Chinese textbook and said in a tone that was not related to himself, "Heartless and paranoid are both sick, so don't laugh at anyone."

Moreover, at least he was actively saving himself, but Wen Yu still thought he was very clever.

Who is the fool?

The emotions in his heart are uncontrollable, but rationality can control his behavior. Perhaps he often lives a miserable life. In fact, Fu Yuhan doesn't like to indulge himself in some kind of desperate pain. After getting sick, he consciously figured it out.

I have to take the T-U exam, not because "Yang Fan is also there", but because "T-University is a good school" and "He also wants to stay with his friends."

The reason is open and honest, just for yourself.

Wen Yu saw something new from Fu Yuhan again.

He said he wanted to improve 30, so he really ate the notes given by Wen Yu in and out of class for several days - all basketball activities during lunch breaks were rejected, lunch was kept simple, and even the steps to go home after school were omitted.

Wen Yu watched him take out the bread he brought from his schoolbag that day, and was still doing the exam while eating it.

Wen Yu: "..."

This man could really do this for Yang Fan.

"Stop eating this." Wen Yu was speechless and tried to take off the bread that didn't look delicious. "Just review, can you not even have time to eat?"

"Don't you know if I'll have a routine quarrel show when I go home," Fu Yuhan looked at him, trying to grab the bread back. "How many questions will be enough to waste time."

"Can you just find a store at the school gate?"

"I have a meal at the door of 20 or 30, and there are not many delicious foods in the store. There are always delicious foods in line." Fu Yuhan was helpless, "Give me back."

"I'm really..." Wen Yu stood up, snatched the bread, and threw it into the trash can behind the classroom, "I feel like an old mom - wait, I'll bring you food when I come back."

Fu Yuhan: "?"

Wen Yu comes home from school every day with his aunt making hot rice and hot dishes. Usually he will finish his meals at home until he is about to go back when the evening self-study is about to begin class. However, because there is still someone in the school waiting for him to feed him today, he tells his aunt to help him pack it when he enters the door.

The aunt would not refute his decision, but she still joked with a smile: "Did Xiao Yu be friends?"

"...No." Wen Yu felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that he clearly didn't agree and didn't know what to send for food.

He may be really sick.

"Didn't you put two more?"

"...I'll eat it myself," Wen Yu made a random excuse, "I've been working very tight recently, and I'm prone to hunger when I review."

"That's it," the aunt suddenly realized, "Will I stew some things for you tonight in the future?"

"Will you delay your return home?"

"No, I'm not far from here to go back." The aunt smiled, "You should hurry up this year's senior year. Thank you for your hard work."

"Then I'll bother you." Wen Yu thought for a while and said, "I'll tell my dad and ask him to add some bonuses to you."

"No need to be so careful..."

The aunt shirked for a long time, but Wen Yu didn't listen to a single word.

He just felt sick, and then he thought that the aunt would stew some soup at night, which could be divided into Fu Yuhan. After all, he might not have anything to eat when he got home.
To be continued...