Precautions for the care of mermaid after marriage

At the end of the day's exam, everyone went back to their respective classes.The mathematics exam in the afternoon happened to be the evening self-study of mathematics in the evening.

After the class, the teacher corrected the paper directly on the podium.The whole class sat quietly under the podium, occasionally looking up quietly to see the teacher's expression.

It may be years of teaching career, the math teacher is calm and calm, and there is only a slight difference between the slight downward and upward of the corners of the lips.

So when he flipped it, everyone's heart trembled; when he raised it, everyone wondered whose paper it was.

There were only two big bosses left in the class who were indifferent.

Song Yan needless to say.And the mentality of the banquet and this time is also quite good, and I feel that the exam is stable.

In the new week, the seats of the whole class were rotated again. Yan and He Song were sitting in the third-to-last row by the window, just leaning against the heater, so they were comfortable.

There is a layer of snow piled up outside the window pane, and the playground can be seen, which is a vast expanse of whiteness.

Yan and Xi liked to sit inside, no one disturbed them, so Song Yan changed the left and right seats with him, and the two of them reviewed tomorrow's comprehensive English.

Seeing him burying his head in sorting out the wrong set of questions, Song Yan suddenly said, "Actually, it's okay to adjust the seat."

Yan and the tip of the pen stopped, looked sideways at Song Wen, raised eyebrows and asked casually: "Why is there nothing wrong?"

"Even if you don't pass the exam, we'll discuss it with the boys, and we'll switch back and forth. There won't be much difference."

Hmm, that sounds like it does sound fine.

Ghost, the difference is big.

"Hey, hello, Teacher Song." Yan Yu smiled, "Are you not confident in yourself, or in me?"

There was light in the boy's eyes, and he looked very arrogant, extremely beautiful.

Seeing him like this, Song Yan felt that he was a little worried, and rubbed his brows: "I was thinking too much."

Yan Yu continued to look down at the wrong set of questions, while muttering softly: "Don't worry, I won't give up my deskmate to others."

Childish possessiveness.

"Ah."

Song Yan looked at his drooping eyelashes and became more and more satisfied.

……

After all the exams were over, the students finally breathed a sigh of relief and got a short respite.But before the grades came out, the teacher in class began to answer the papers.

So the "robbery" of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, the last part still hasn't fallen.

Xu Jia's feat last time made the Fengyi forum different from usual. Instead, a new prediction post about sending fish vs. a third party was opened, and everyone voted for their favorite contestant.

[Who will win the final top three? 】

Xu Jia's conversation with the banquet is just like the banquet and Song Dynasty at the beginning, and the voice is very loud.

He Shaonan was just looking at it casually and didn't intend to vote, but was half-coerced by Duan Linglan to vote for Yan Yu.

"No, even if I voted, it wouldn't affect Brother Yan's performance, let alone the exams." He Shaonan was a little helpless.

Duan Linglan looked miserable, pretending to light a cigarette: "You don't understand what this means."

In addition, the wool felt pendant on the Yusong CP schoolbag has become an ironclad proof that the two are together.

Everyone lamented that the male god returned to China to chase his wife and the crematorium was superb.

After all, what is the relationship between a man and a fish, and a couple's wool felt?

Socialist brotherhood?

And Yan Yu's unusual calmness after the exam may be because he knew in his heart that his performance was abnormal last time, but this time he has been very stable.

It's even funny that he has two opponents this time.

Two days later, when the test results came out, Lao Bai posted the class report card next to the blackboard, and sent a report card for the whole grade to the class.

Song Yan immediately turned on the phone and looked at it, and the remaining uneasiness in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Sometimes he felt like an old father, afraid that the little misfortune might make mistakes.

Yan Yu also looked at it, then smiled and put his arm on his shoulder: "How is it? Is your tablemate very fierce, next time you will be in danger."

Not only has the ranking stabilized this time, but the results have also improved compared to before.

Song Yan is still No. 1, with 724 points, while Yan Yu has jumped from 665 last time to 695, which is even tighter than when he was in the first and second grades.

No.3 is still Xu Jia, who played steadily. 672 points.

"Well, it's a little dangerous." Song Yan swiped aside, looked at the banquet and the specific results of each subject, and said, "I'm still waiting to fulfill your wish, and it seems that it will be ready soon."

"It must."

Yan Yu was a little happy, not because he hoped to defeat the big boss who had troubled him for three years.

But now, he is getting closer and closer to Song Fan, and some capital has calmly entered his future.

When Lao Bai was in class, he happily announced his grades, and the matter of seat adjustment was quietly revealed.

·

The night before New Year's Day, heavy snow fell in the sky, and the ground was covered with a thick layer overnight.

The older generation doesn't pay much attention to the New Year's Eve, and the banquet and ticket circles have started year-end summaries.

[Liu Zhao]: [This year... I became a great prophet.Although every time I climbed the mountain with Lao Cheng, it was always a step late to eat melons, but it is undeniable that I am very smart.So friends, fortune telling?Five yuan a time. 】

Yan Yu took a screenshot for Song Wen, and recounted Liu Zhao's original prophecy, with a screen of "Hahaha."

Song Yan might still be busy, and didn't answer him, so Yan Yu just sat cross-legged with his pillow in his arms and continued to brush.

Scrolling down, it is Zhang Chenyang.

[Zhang Tiedan]: [This year has been so erratic and full of magic, next year I will concentrate on my studies, and no goblins are allowed to stop me! 】

Well, Xiao Mo, it is indeed magical.

But I feel that the relationship between him and Mo Hengyu is quite good now. If you want to talk about chasing his wife and crematorium, Song Yan doesn't count at all, this is.

Banquet and comments: I wish our little Zhang Xiaozhang the strongest study!Create another brilliant year in the new year!

Zhang Chenyang replied in seconds: Hengcritic—I dare not be the strongest! (I will be satisfied if I advance a dozen or so...)

Yan Yu has just come out of the shower, so he will continue to study after playing with his mobile phone for a while.Happy New Year's Day for three days in the first and second grades of high school, but they still only have one Sunday.

Just ask what is suffering in the world! ! !

After swiping his phone for a while, he jumped up from the bed and went to the desk to continue studying.

Now when Yan Yu comes back every night, he will do a set of comprehensive papers to keep the hand feeling, and memorize some small knowledge points of Chinese and English before going to bed, and leave mathematics for evening self-study.

The hook that Song Yan gave him was very good, Yan and himself were smart, and after grasping some special breakthroughs, there would be no difficulty.In these two monthly exams, his grades have risen steadily, breaking through the 700 mark, and he is getting closer and closer to Song Yan, so there is not much need for Song Yan to take the exams together.

But to form a habit, you still have to connect with the wheat every now and then, each doing his own thing.

Song Yan was probably done with his work, so he called him soon.

There was a slight smile in his voice: "I want to ask Liu Zhao for a fortune-telling, and see if he can prophesy a little later."

"Farewell, save some money to buy happy water, let's not engage in feudal superstition."

"Okay, don't do it, you continue to do papers, and I will write a project."

"Okay."

It didn't take long for the selection part of the banquet to be finished. He continued to write down, and then answered the answer while humming softly.

Song Yan tapped the keyboard on the phone, as if he was playing the rhythm for him.

Perhaps it was because the New Year was coming, at eleven o'clock, when the banquet and papers were more than half done, the sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded outside the window.

Then I heard an aunt's roar: "It's so noisy, don't you want someone to sleep! Damn!"

Yan and Pu laughed.

"Why are you so happy?"

Yan Yu recounted it to him, then walked to the window to watch the gorgeous fireworks outside.

Song Yan also smiled: "I just released it here too, it's pretty nice."

"Mine looks good too, by the way, there is something."

"how?"

Yan and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "I also want to post a year-end summary, will you come or not."

"Of course, I wanted to ask you just now." Song Yan smiled softly, but was still very strict, "But you have to finish the paper first."

"... Grass." Yan Yu pouted and returned to the desk, "Okay."

I unconsciously had some hopes in my heart.

At [-]:[-], Yan Yu finished checking the answers and corrected two wrong questions. Tonight's study is over.

Then the two began to think about how to make this year-end summary.

The last time Yan Yu posted a post was when he was in the second year of junior high school, and he said a very unorthodox sentence, "Four streets in the south, east, west, and west, ask who is the father."

...Black history, all set so that only you can see it.

And Song Yan's dynamic is also completely blank, he said that he has not used this function.

Both of them knew that this was a year-end summary in name, but in fact it was completely public, but the banquet was still a little embarrassing.

What's more, there is no need to let outsiders know about the process of their being together.

So in the end, the two of them decided on a concise yet aloof way, and each saved it in the draft box for a scheduled time.

Things were over, the two simply played two games to relax, and then quit when it was almost zero.

It's midnight.

The two spoke almost at the same time, their voices mixed together:

"Happy New Year's Day Feast."

"Happy New Year's Day, Lao Song."

"I like you."

·

For a while, the ticket circle exploded.

Both of them only @ each other's name, but the implication is obvious.

Back then they only told a few acquaintances, but this time, they were completely open.

The fish-sending cp can finally start to show his integrity.

What socialist brotherhood, get out of the way.

Yan Ran, who just entered the first year of high school, successfully joined the cp fan organization of her brother and sister-in-law.

Early the next morning, while Ji Chunyun was cooking, she quietly asked her brother with a serious face, "When will you re-apply for the certificates?"

"Don't worry about the movies, little girl." Yan Yu clicked, "Study hard and improve every day."

"Tch." Yan Ran was annoyed, "I didn't support you leaving at the beginning."

"...I didn't expect that either."

Yanran had a holiday on New Year's Day and was happy to play, but Yan Yu had to go out with Zhang Chenyang as usual in the cold wind.The snow was so thick that the security guards got up early in the morning to shovel the road and quickly added another layer.

After getting out of the car and walking all the way, when they reached the door of the classroom, Yan and his hands were stiff with cold, and from a distance, he saw Song Wen lowering his head and writing.

He thought for a while, and said something to Zhang Chenyang, then quietly walked around from the back of the classroom, and thrust his hand into Song Wen's collar.

"morning!"

Song Yan didn't seem to feel the cold, so he didn't turn his head, and replied, "Well, it's early."

...I didn't even stop the pen in my hand, which was boring.

Yan Yuxuan withdrew his hand and put it in his collar to feel it again, hiss, it's quite cold.

He Shaonan pulled the table back a little, Yan Yu got into his seat, and leaned over to read what he wrote.

Oh, his boyfriend is doing homework.

Forget it, normal operation, homework is for face.

He put the bag away, took off his down jacket, wrapped it up and put it on the balcony, ready to start studying.

"Give me your hand." Song Yan stretched out one hand, while the other hand continued to catch up with homework.

Yan Yu stretched out a hand hesitantly: "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you cold?" Song Yan took his hand, covered it, and gently pinched him from front to back, "I'll warm you up."

"Oh." Yan Yu responded bluntly.

Song Yan's palms were hot and dry, and the pads of his fingers were a little rough.Slender and good-looking, with well-defined joints.

Gradually, Yan and his cold hands warmed up.

Even with his inexplicably excited heart facing the arrival of the new year.

Yan Yu hesitated for a while, looked left and right, and found that most of the early comers in the class were studying, and the only one who could see him was He Shaonan.

So he quickly leaned over and kissed Song Wen's face.

He bent his eyes: "Thank you, Lao Song."

The corners of Song Yan's lips twitched imperceptibly, and his hands tightened even more.

Seeing this scene, He Shaonan quickly lowered his head and looked through the English word list, while holding his forehead, crying inwardly: What did I do wrong.

Soon, the class was almost full, and the English teacher walked into the classroom to start the morning reading.