What he said seemed to know each other very well.

Wen Yu hooked the corner of his lower lip and refused to comment.

"So," he skipped the topic, "I'm here, how do you want to fight?"

"I think……"

Fu Yuhan's gaze naturally fell on his lips.

The night before, he watched him kiss Yang Fan with a pocky in his mouth.

I wanted to punch it last night, but Yang Fan and the others were there at that time, and he didn't dare to do anything. His secret love, especially his secret love for a straight man, was so humble that he had a lot of secret thoughts that could only be tangled in the pen.

——And then the three boxes of old paintings with many longings were sold by He Yan, who had a sudden whim.

That was the secret that belonged to him alone, so he couldn't even ask someone to complain.

The deposited mud was cut off unexpectedly, and memories rushed out, leaving an empty and ugly hole. The cold wind whistled back and forth, and it was chilly.

Compared to being angry, he suddenly felt confused.

Fu Yuhan was a little dazed for a moment, and his dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water without any fluctuations.

This look of lifelessness is completely different from when he had a date in the morning - although he had no expression at that time, there was light in his eyes. Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was touched, and somehow he wanted to provoke him.

"You stare at my lips again," he chuckled, "I would think you want to kiss me."

“…”

Fu Yuhan indeed showed a disgusting expression, "Are you disgusting?"

He smiled but didn't say anything.

"I was just a little curious suddenly." The freshness brought by that little disgust quickly became silent again. Fu Yuhan looked at his lips again, "Dis he feel good?"

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was asking Yang Fan, so he laughed briefly: "You have known each other for so many years, have you not even touched it?"

"I discovered my sexual orientation very early on, how could I touch him? I haven't even hugged him except when I was drunk." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes, "I always felt that it was too blasphemy."

Wen Yu was speechless.

Fu Yuhan was weird today, and he didn't even have the energy to argue with him. He began to analyze his heart in a few words.

And this brain circuit... is really a Bodhisattva.

He is a Bodhisattva, but Wen Yu is not. He chuckled and said calmly: "It's not bad, it's quite soft."

After saying that, Wen Yu saw Fu Yuhan's expression involuntarily twisted, "So yesterday, did you discuss it with them?"

Have a game and steal a kiss.

"Yes." Wen Yu knew how to tease him the fastest, "Otherwise, you can discuss with them too. Next time Yang Fan loses, and start a chore and play with you?"

Seeing the other party showing an unexpected unhappy expression, Wen Yu was secretly happy about it.

At this time, a sudden sound of rapid footsteps came from behind him. Within ten seconds, a man hurriedly ran into the empty building. When he looked back, he found that he had "confessed" the class beauty lady to him in front of the whole class in the morning.

"Ha...ha..." Xu Qianyi probably jogged all the way. She gasped and looked at Fu Yuhan, "I see that the classroom door is not locked yet. You are indeed here...you, you haven't started a fight? That's great...huh..."

Fu Yuhan was annoyed and had a bad attitude: "You just came here for this?"

"Yes." Xu Qianyi said, "Are you two really going to fight me and I won't become a sinner?"

Wen Yu, who was beside him, pursed his lower lip and lowered his eyes, not knowing whether he should tell the truth.

"It's not for you." Fu Yuhan was much more direct than him and frowned, "It's me who has a grudge against him."

"I know, can I still think you like me passionately? But today's rumored heroine is me. When you two hit me, your nose and face were swollen. Teacher Zhou asked what should I say?"

Fu Yuhan glanced at her.

"Huh," Xu Qianyi realized that something was wrong, "Are you in a bad mood today?"

This is pure nonsense, and Fu Yuhan was obviously unhappy.

He didn't answer, he lowered his head and took out his phone that had suddenly vibrated and looked at it.

He frowned slightly, Fu Yuhan said "Wait", then picked up his phone and put it in his ears, and walked naturally towards the other end of the empty building, with his voice very low.

Xu Qianyi grabbed the bag belt and kicked the ground with nothing to do, looking calm.

"You two seem to have a good relationship?" Wen Yu smiled at her, "Today Sun Wenrui told me that you were still chasing Fu Yuhan before."

"Um?" Xu Qianyi was slightly stunned, and then smiled, "Ah, not, I have said that any boy who is more beautiful in our school should pursue. In fact, I just chase after you casually, just Yan Gou, and I won't harass you often, don't be afraid."

“…”

This answer did not expect Wen Yu. He blinked his eyes and quickly laughed: "I'm afraid it's not my honor to be chased by such a beautiful girl."

"Thank you." Xu Qianyi said carelessly, "You are much cuter than Fu Yuhan - he is just a stone."

"Why is it a stone?"

"It's stubborn."

Wen Yu couldn't help laughing, lowered his head and smiled for a while before looking up with a smile: "He is so bad, are you still chasing him?"

"Actually, I haven't really chased him. I just used him to block the bad peach blossoms at that time, and agreed." The girl looked at Fu Yuhan's back, which was about to walk to the corner, and said softly, "This man has a dog-tempered temper... but he is pretty good. I asked him if he could help, but he didn't object."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows.

This statement is similar to what Yang Fan described him, and it sounds a bit interesting.

He hopes that his senior year of high school life can be "talk" a little so as not to let him down on his troubles of transferring to school across a city.

"It's good that you two didn't fight." Xu Qianyi didn't see his expression and said to herself, "Don't look at Fu Yuhan so thin, he is very good at fighting, I'm afraid you will suffer."

“I look weak?”

"Well," she nodded, "you can't fight if you look... it's so genius."

Wen Yu snorted and didn't comment.

He was straight from his back to his legs, and he was indeed a bit graceful when standing there. At least from this look... Xu Qianyi was right to say that he was "literary".

At this time, Fu Yuhan put away his cell phone and walked back. His eyelids drooped, and his expression was dimmer than before answering the phone. Now, let alone familiar people, even the fool could see his gloom. He walked to the windowsill and picked up his picture album, then walked out coldly: "Let's go and today, I suddenly have something to do."

His brows frowned unconsciously. Before he realized it, Wen Yu had reached out and grabbed his arm: "Hey."

Fu Yuhan turned around, with a hint of coldness pressing on the corners of his eyes: "You just want to be beaten?"

"You made an appointment with me, I came here specially, and then you are leaving again." Wen Yu sneered, "Fu Yuhan, do you have the qualities?"

"No."

Fu Yuhan tried to struggle, but he didn't break away from his clamp. Instead, his arm was scratched by the edge of the hard paper. He couldn't help but lower his head and frowned, "What are you holding?"

“The papers I sent today.”

Fu Yuhan showed an expression like "Are you academic masters crazy?": "Do you have to hold it?"

Wen Yu smiled: "Your."

Fu Yuhan: “…”

The other party's sudden kindness made him unable to maintain his bad face, and he said embarrassedly: "Thank you... But don't give it to me, there should be no time to do it tonight."

Wen Yu was indifferent.

"Let go..." Fu Yuhan was a little impatient, "Would you really want to fight so much and have an appointment tomorrow? I really have something urgent to do."

"What urgent matter?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"You put me on a pigeon for this, I always have to listen to the content." Wen Yu tilted his head, "It's fair."

Just looking at his leisurely expression, I absolutely can't imagine how much force he used to grasp Fu Yuhan's hand.

Fu Yuhan has lost three boxes of paintings today, holding one of the precious and fruitless albums in his other hand, and really doesn't want to fight him.

But the other party seemed to be reincarnated as a crab spirit, and he couldn't get rid of the shackles no matter how he was. He was half angry and half helpless, "My sister has entered the hospital, I have to go... can I let go?"

Wen Yu was slightly stunned and his hand suddenly relaxed when he seemed to be mixed with something indescribable.

Fu Yuhan rubbed the position he was trapped by him and left without looking back.

As the sky gradually became late, the golden sunset was gradually deflecting, and the air around the empty building began to cool down.

Perhaps it was because of this reason that Fu Yuhan's back looked a little more bleak. Wen Yu's eyes flashed, and he couldn't understand what was suddenly strange in his heart.

The footsteps went down the steps, and Xu Qianyi, who had been silent for a while, came back to her senses and sighed: "Pity."

Wen Yu turned his head: "Hmm?"

"His sister has always been in poor health, and their family... is hard to describe, but it's a bit complicated." Xu Qianyi shook her head, "Do you know how Lao Fu is famous in No. 3?"

"how?"

"On the day when the first year of high school came to report, he came to school with his mother and was at the school gate-" Xu Qianyi raised her chin, "He beat his mother. How cool, she became famous in one battle."

“…”

"Really or not?" Wen Yu didn't believe it very much.
To be continued...