The correct posture of gratitude

Fang Yu feels that playing online games is easier than cleaning dishes, but if it is regarded as a means and way of making money, it is actually not so easy.

On the one hand, Chu Yan has to take care of his own studies, and he has to help Fang Yu not to fluctuate in his grades. On the other hand, he has to spend time maintaining the level of the game, which is actually quite tiring.

Especially after the second year of high school, it is almost impossible to find time to play games after entering the suffocating third year of high school.

Fortunately, in the past year or so, Chu Yan won the bonus and saved a small sum of money, plus the cost of continuing to tutor Fang Yu, life is no longer so tight.

As a result, Chu Yan, who was promoted to the third year of high school, had a much easier life, so he put all his energy on his and Fang Yu's studies.

"Do you have any plans?" Chu Yan asked Fang Yu as he buried himself in the questions.

"What's the plan?"

"Last time I heard from my aunt that she meant to let you go abroad for further study."

Fang Yu tapped the paper in his hand with the tip of the pen, and said absently: "She doesn't mean what I mean. She went out of her hometown and didn't know the place well. What is she trying to do?"

Chu Yan said: "It's always good to come back after going out for a few years."

"Do you want to go?" Fang Yu asked him.

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't have the conditions to go, but you have the conditions not to go."

Fang Yu stopped his half-dead movements, turned his head to Chu Yan and said, "How about... let my dad figure out a way, let's go together?"

Seeing that he was serious, Chu Yan hurriedly said: "No, I'm just saying, I can't go if there are conditions. My grandma is so old. I leave her here alone. What's the matter?"

Fang Yu thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes."

Chu Yan said again: "Isn't Liu Jiantong going? You can go with him!"

Fang Yu shook his head: "I don't know what pheasant university he went to. I don't like it. It's better to go to a good university in China!"

Chu Yan patted the test paper under his hand: "Then you have to work harder."

Fang Yu's academic performance is decent now, but if he wants to enter a top university, he is still a little short of time.

Chu Yan didn't need to worry too much. If his grades were top-notch, he would be more confident no matter which university he wanted to go to.

Fang Yu was a little listless.

...

In the first flag-raising ceremony after the start of the new semester, it is customary for the student representatives of the third year of high school to be the flag-raisers.

Chu Yan and Fang Yu, who were outstanding in appearance, naturally became the best candidates.

At this time, they were wearing the uniforms of flag-raisers and stood side by side, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

The same dress, but the two wear different tastes, Fang Yu is masculine and bright, Chu Yan is handsome and elegant, the two stand side by side, causing commotion among the girls who lined up, staring at the nympho, whispering and discussing in low voices The ... field discipline is worse than ever.

The two handsome guys who were talked about didn't seem to notice.

The morning sun was just rising, and the red clouds were drifting away. Chu Yan noticed that Fang Yu, who was beside him, turned his head to look at him from time to time.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with my clothes?" He finally couldn't help asking.

Fang Yu knew that he was caught peeking, so he simply turned his head generously, and looked up and down at Chu Yan, who was a little shorter than him.

"Why are you still so skinny?"

Chu Yan couldn't keep up with Fang Yu's brain circuit: "Are you thin? It's okay!"

"But you're really energetic in this outfit, and it's really pretty." Fang Yu said again.

Chu Yan was slightly embarrassed by the praise, so she responded to Fang Yu: "You are also good-looking. No, it is not accurate, it should be very handsome. Look, the little girls in our school are going to be fascinated by you."

While talking, Chu Yan suddenly stretched out his hand towards Fang Yu, helping him straighten his slightly raised collar.

The distance between the two was very close, and Fang Yu could smell the slightly sweet scent of shampoo on Chu Yan's hair, as well as the faint warmth from his hands sticking to his neckline.

Heart pounding, Fang Yu looked at Chu Yan's fair face and murmured his name: "Chu Yan..."

"Huh?" Chu Yan withdrew his hand and looked back into his eyes.

"Let's go to college together!"