Wen Yu was stunned for two seconds: "What does 'make a formal one' mean?"

"Literally," Fu Yuhan said, "This is so cold. I'll give you a serious lucky star in two days."

"Okay." Wen Yu closed his palms and stared at him, "Then I'll wait."

He spoke very slowly, and every word seemed to be taken out of his heart. Unfortunately, Fu Yuhan did not receive his signal. Before leaving, Fu Yuhan only said to him, "Don't delay review."

Wen Yu agreed unscrupulously.

In fact, he had a vague expectation in his heart, that was, he did not do well in this competition, and Wen Ziming would be furious after knowing it.

He always looks forward to losing control... although every time he reaches the last moment, he will become cowardly and mechanically clean up the endgame, and then everything passes as usual.

Real food.

He is talking about himself.

Generally, people who go to play basketball in physical education classes are not having fun, and they don’t come back until the next class is about to begin. When the bell rings, the three seats around Fu Yuhan are still empty.

He had just figured out a big question, and looked up at Sun Wenrui's seat in the noisy ambient sound, thinking about whether to call him and ask when he would come back.

Before he could figure it out, a figure suddenly appeared from the corner of his eyes and leaned out at the back door.

A group of boys in the back row went down to play basketball, empty, the figure was very obvious, and Fu Yuhan couldn't help but not pay attention. He turned his head and looked at it, a little surprised.

It's a circumspect speech.

When his eyes met, Zhou Xiangyan showed a surprise expression and waved at him earnestly.

Fu Yuhan hesitated for a moment, and saw that he seemed to have something to say, so he stood up.

"What's the matter?" he walked to the back door.

"Brother," Zhou Xiangyan shouted in a low voice, looked around, confirmed that there was no one within one meter around, and asked in a voice, "I heard Uncle Fu say you are coming to live at home, why haven't you seen you come for many days?"

Fu Yuhan: “…”

Fu Yuhan spent a second reflecting on whether he had been used to living in Wen Yu's house recently, because he hadn't been home a few times in total, and he still didn't have people when he went back, so he almost forgot his father's proposal.

"Are you..." Zhou Xiangyan looked at him carefully, "Don't you really want to come?"

"What's wrong," Fu Yuhan glanced at him, "Do you want me to go or not?"

"Of course I hope you come." Zhou Xiangyan twitched the corner of his mouth, "...I'm afraid you are not happy."

His face looked like he had something to say. Fu Yuhan raised his chin and signaled him to go to the open space at the end of the corridor and said. The two walked over, and Fu Yuhan said coldly: "No one is here, just say something."

The corridor faces outside, at the end is a half-person-high glass fence, and a black stone platform below. Zhou Xiangyan lowered his head, kicked the stone platform anxiously, and said softly: "Just... I just hope you come."

Fu Yuhan may not have any way to deal with Wen Yu, and he is not ruthless in dealing with such a little kid. He lowered his eyes and was cold: "I won't go if I don't say it."

Zhou Xiangyan: “…”

"I don't have a place to live."

After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he looked out indifferently. The glass railings did not block his sight. He saw a group of noisy people walking downstairs towards the teaching building. Wen Yu was so handsome that he stood out at the end of the crowd.

He didn't know whether his hair had been washed through the water because of sweat. He had several strands of his forehead, took off his long-sleeved school uniform and held it in his hand, and one hand held a white thing. It was hard to see clearly from afar, but Fu Yuhan guessed that it was the "lucky star" he gave him.

He felt that he had some problems, and he could actually see something... called "sexy" from Wen Yu.

Fu Yuhan could even figure out how he loosened three buttons on the collar of his shirt and walked over with his hair wet.

By chance, the "sexy" wet-haired man suddenly raised his head with great pleasure and saw Fu Yuhan standing in the corridor. He smiled at him from afar.

Fu Yuhan waved at him with a tense face.

Zhou Xiangyan naturally noticed it. When he looked down, he found that it had nothing to do with him. He looked at Fu Yuhan with grievance: "Brother."

"It's useless to get close to it," said Fu Yuhan.

"...Okay," Zhou Xiangyan lowered his head and showed a mourning expression. "Didn't I say last time that my mother was pregnant?... she reacted a little bit lately. Uncle Fu asked her to ask for leave... to raise her baby at home."

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows and vaguely remembered that last time Fu Xuecheng did say that Zhou Ruoyan had been at home recently.

It turns out that it is because of this.

"She has a bad temper recently. It is said that she is like this because of pregnancy..." Zhou Xiangyan hesitated, "I...I failed the midterm exam..."

Oh, the child didn't dare to go home after failing the exam, and wanted to use him as a shield.

Fu Yuhan felt that he was a little stupid: "Didn't she scold you the same when I was there?"

“It will be better…”

"But I'm going home tonight," Fu Yuhan looked at him, "I have something to do."

Zhou Xiangyan's head was instantly lowered.

After two seconds, he raised his head again, his eyes lit up: "Hey? Brother, can I go to your house?"

Fu Yuhan: “…”

"Just... it doesn't matter if I go to a classmate's house as a guest? My aunt has never seen me, so I won't hate me, right?" Zhou Xiangyan calculated with her fingers. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was a good idea. "If I go to play with you, my mother can't say anything, otherwise Uncle Fu will be unhappy... Let me hide for a night, and she might forget about this tomorrow."

"Have I promised you to let you stay overnight?" Fu Yu asked coldly.

"..." Zhou Xiangyan's expression cried for a second.

"It doesn't matter to go to my house, but there is no place to sleep for you." Fu Yuhan said, "And if the school holds a parent-teacher meeting, you can't escape it."

"It's okay! I can stay in the chair for a night!" Zhou Xiangyan was excited, "Thank you, brother, I knew I was the best!"

"... Just don't bother me."

"No, I will definitely be as quiet as a chicken!"

Zhou Xiangyan left gratefully.

When Wen Yu went upstairs, he had only had time to see Zhou Xiangyan's back as he turned around, and Fu Yuhan had already returned to his seat, staring at the wrong question and thinking intently.

"What did Zhou Xiangyan just come to find you?" Wen Yu sat down on his chair.

Fu Yuhan turned his head and glanced at him.

Because of exercise, his face turned redder than usual, and his hair was probably wet with water when washing his face. Just sitting like this, Fu Yuhan could feel a rush of heat coming to his face.

Wen Yu was stunned: "What's wrong with me?"

Fu Yuhan shook his head and pulled out a pack of tissues from the drawer: "Wipe the water."

Wen Yu took it over and looked at him while rubbing it.

"Zhou Xiangyan failed the exam and dared not go home," Fu Yuhan said briefly, "ask me if I can go to my house to hide."

"...and then." Wen Yu asked without any hope.

"I agreed."

“…”

Sure enough, he knew.

Wen Yu sighed helplessly and looked at him: "Are you so nice to the people around you?"

"It's a simple task, and it will help you if you can, and it won't have much impact on me." Fu Yuhan was a little confused, "Didn't I find you a game to play?"

Yes, that's right.

This indiscriminate "good" made Wen Yu punch his fist as if he was wrapped in soft cotton, and he couldn't tell what he was suffering.

He could only comfort himself at least Fu Yuhan could not use napkins to help people fold lucky stars.

The star was so fragile that he took off his coat as soon as he arrived at the basketball court and used the coat to circle a protective area on the table under the basketball stand where people could rest, so that he could get it back intact.

He placed the lucky star in the middle of the drawer and could see it as soon as he lowered his head.

Fu Yuhan naturally saw it and said casually: "Just throw it away."

"How can I throw this?" Wen Yu glanced at him.

"I was just folded out to coax you," Fu Yuhan probably thought of the idea and wrote it on the notebook "swish" and said while writing, "This is too easy to break. You can keep it when I make up for the new one."

“…”

Wen Yu sighed silently.

It is known that Fu Yuhan doesn't care about the gift he gave at all, but said the word "coax you" in person.

Q: Should he be happy or angry?

Wen Yu couldn't think of it.

He felt that it was time for his "human observation experiment" to change his observation target - it turned out that he was also a mediocre person who was both native and vulgar, and his emotions were all related to others.

No one is smart when you are moved.

But the emotions are so vivid, like the heat flowing in the body when running on the basketball court, making people live clearly.

Because of Zhou Xiangyan, Fu Yuhan would definitely not go back with him after school today. Not only that, the three of them were Zhou Xiangyan saying that along the way from the classroom to the intersection, Fu Yuhan occasionally agreed.

Wen Yu didn't say anything, and he was as careful as Fu Yuhan, but he didn't even ask him.

...
To be continued...