Wear to the villain when he was young

Su Moran didn't know if it was agreeable or not, anyway, he felt a little uncomfortable, even though he didn't intend to drink it before.

But I really can't drink anymore, and there is still a little bit in my heart that I can't let go of.

He stared at Fu Yunchuan and said, "Why are you so careless?"

Fu Yunchuan rolled his eyes, "Blame me."

Isn't it because his hands touched his face, otherwise he would be surprised and kick the thermos down?

Thinking of this, he turned around and took another look. Someone's hands were still resting on the back of the chair, five fingers were slightly bent, and the index finger kept tapping, and the tapping was still very rhythmic.

Fu Yunchuan stopped there and pondered for a while.

Doesn't he dislike touching other people?

What are you doing so close? ?

Su Moran noticed his expression, calmly withdrew his hand, and looked directly at Xia Bing past Fu Yunchuan.

Gave him a provocative look.

Xia Bing: ... Fuck.

The boy was right, Sun Ya picked up the glasses on the bridge of her nose before the end of the first period, and said calmly: "We will have a weekly test tomorrow, and the math papers will be handed over to the class representative before noon, and the unfinished ones will stand in the corridor. "

"Ah~"

"It's really a test."

"It's miserable, it's miserable, I can't do anything."

"Fuck."

Sun Ya: "You should be able to do a math problem with the time you are complaining about. Let me say it again, two math papers must be handed over to the class representative before noon."

Fu Yunchuan looked at the timetable, and there was no self-study class this morning, that is to say, they had to use the break time to finish the math papers.

Liu Chang in front turned around and looked over, his chin resting on the back of his hand, and said with a sluggish voice, "I'm going to die, there's no self-study for the two papers, how can I finish it."

He paused for a while, pretending to be mysterious: "I guess, there must be more than just math papers today."

Not to mention, it really made him guess. Because of the exam tomorrow, the teachers of every subject hope to get a good grade in the exam. The effective way is to brush the questions.

After the mathematics teacher handed out the papers, physics, chemistry, English, and biology all occupied the first class and handed out two papers during the break.

There are only two words in everyone's mind: to die.

It seems that there is no other way except to do the questions desperately.

Compared to the nervousness of other students, Su Moran was the most calm one, he stuffed the papers in the drawer without even looking at them.

Fu Yunchuan kindly reminded, "Hey, if you can't finish it, you have to go to the corridor as a free sightseeing spot. Do you prefer this one?"

Su Moran took off his earphones, with obvious displeasure in his eyes, he hated being disturbed when he was playing games.

Fu Yunchuan glanced at the villain lying on the screen of the mobile phone, shrugged, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

The boss is not an ordinary person, and it is really not easy to conquer.

Come on, let's do the questions first, and then proceed slowly.

Then, he picked up a pen and worked hard.

He is serious about what he does, no matter how noisy the surroundings are, his body is straight and the pen in his hand does not stop.

In 10 minutes between classes, he finished the front.

At the front desk of Fu Yunchuan is a tall boy with a cropped cut. His name is Liu Chang. Last semester, the two of them sat far away from each other.

Liu Chang was not good at mathematics. When he was in a hurry, he turned around and saw Fu Yunchuan's paper, and couldn't help blurting out: "Fuck, Fu Yunchuan, you are so awesome. You can do so much with a bandage on your arm, are you human!"

Fu Yunchuan raised his eyebrows: "Why are you scolding Master."

Liu Chang waved his hand, "I didn't mean that, I was so shocked."

He yelled so powerfully that the students around him looked over one after another, seeing——

Heartbroken.

Obviously, last semester was a scumbag, but this semester's scumbag seems to be on the hook, and I finished the math paper positive in 10 minutes.

the most important is--

He was still injured and couldn't move his left arm.

This also makes them who are intact people unable to live.

Lei Lixing stood up, raised his chin and glanced at him, his eyes were full of disdain, this speed is definitely wrong.

What is the ability to finish?

Do it right if you have the ability.

Liu Chang didn't have any demands, whether he was right or not, he blinked and said, "Let me copy later."

Fu Yunchuan nodded, "Yes, fine."

Xia Bing was a thick-skinned person, and said across several desks: "Chuan, can you help me?"

Fu Yunchuan lifted his injured arm, "Do you think I can do this for you?"

Seeing this, Xia Bing begged Liu Chang's tablemate to change places, planning to offer condolences: "Hey, how is it? Does it still hurt?"

Before Fu Yunchuan said anything, there was a sound of beating next to him. Su Moran threw the textbook heavily on the table and stood up without saying a word.

At that time, the chemistry teacher had just entered the classroom. She put the textbook on the desk and asked, "Su Moran, what do you do?"

Almost all the teachers in the school know Su Moran, so it's not surprising that they can call him by his name.

Su Moran pointed at Xia Bing, "Teacher, he changed seats privately."

"..." Xia Bing gritted his teeth and looked at him.

Chemistry teacher: "This student, go back to your seat."

"Yes." Xia Bing reluctantly returned to his seat.

Su Moran hooked the chair and bent over to sit down.

Fu Yunchuan leaned over, "Actually, you just—"

"Teacher, Fu Yunchuan is talking in class." Su Moran called out suddenly.

"..." Fu Yunchuan stared at him with wide eyes, you must be fucking poisonous.

The chemistry teacher coughed lightly: "The exam is coming tomorrow, can you listen carefully, you have to know, now is the second year of high school, the second year of high school! I will be promoted to the third year next year, time is not waiting for me..."

The chemistry teacher seldom babbled for such a long time, probably because he was pissed off. After the warning, he poured chicken soup for his soul for another 3 minutes before continuing the lecture.

Fu Yunchuan pulled the chair and moved it to one side, he was afraid that he couldn't help——

Can't help but beat someone who deserves to be beaten.

Su Moran typed the report twice, and seemed to be in a good mood, stopped playing the game, put his hands in his pockets, and leaned back in the chair to listen to the class.

When the get out of class bell rang, Fu Yunchuan was about to stand up when a few papers were thrown on the table. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing?"

Su Moran pouted like a master, "Help me do it."

Fu Yunchuan: "Why?"

Su Moran shook his hand wrapped into a pig's trotter: "My hand is injured."

Fu Yunchuan: "...I owe you."

Although he was reluctant, seeing that his right hand really couldn't write, he reluctantly nodded in agreement.

In order not to let the teacher see it, he deliberately imitated Su Moran's handwriting.

To be honest, it is really difficult to learn.

It’s true that not everyone can write the characters of dog crawling. Let him learn to write dog crawling as a person who writes standard italics.

Su Moran glanced at it while playing the game, and said in a low voice, "Your word..."

His eyes were full of disgust.

Fu Yunchuan: "..."

Fuck, I am imitating you.

Liu Chang turned around and looked over, stabbed a knife and said, "Yo, haven't you finished it yet, why are you still doing it?"

Fu Yunchuan said without raising his head: "Who the hell knows, I guess I'm sick."

Liu Chang took out a bottle of yogurt from his schoolbag and put it in front of him, "Bro, this is a thank you gift for you."

The taste is strawberry, which is quite suitable for Fu Yunchuan's taste.

Fu Yunchuan raised his head and reached for it, but someone preempted him. Su Moran said with a sullen face, "It's done?"

Fu Yunchuan: "No."

Su Moran: "Then don't do it yet."

Fu Yunchuan looked at him with raised eyebrows, his eyes fell from his half-closed eyes to his tightly pursed lips, and he felt more and more that today's Su Moran...

Shame!

Su Moran held the bottle of yogurt, looked at it for a while, and then threw it away——

Throw it in the trash can behind.

Fu Yunchuan: "..."

I really want to strangle him.

During the break of the third class, Fu Yunchuan handed over the completed math paper to Su Moran, and told him to write his name.

Su Moran handed over the pen expressionlessly.

Fu Yunchuan: "Why?"

Su Moran: "Write your name."

"..."

A very refreshing scene flashed in Fu Yunchuan's mind. He put the pen on the table with a "snap", and punched and kicked Su Moran.

When it was over, Su Moran hugged his thigh and said tearfully: "I was wrong, I was wrong."

The style of painting was a bit too cool, he was thinking too much, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and a smile flowed from his eyes.

"Knock knock." There was a knocking sound on the table.

After Fu Yunchuan came back to his senses, Su Moran tapped twice again, "Write your name."

Fu Yunchuan took a deep breath, and comforted him: My life is in his hands, what else can I do?

Bear with it.

He took the pen, wrote the name for him, and handed it to the class representative for him.

Xia Bing almost had a myocardial infarction when he saw his disappointment. Is this the Fa Xiao he knew?

Fu Yunchuan did the papers all morning, with a tired face, his forehead resting on the desk, secretly took out his mobile phone and sent Xia Bing a WeChat message.

[You go to lunch by yourself, I won't go. ]

Xia Bing: [Don't, let's go together. ]

Fu Yunchuan: [No, I'm so sleepy. ]

He tossed and tossed for a long time to prepare the ingredients for the soup last night, and he woke up in the early morning again today. After making papers all morning, his head hurts.

What is most needed at this time is not food, but——

bed.

He poked the physics textbook upright on the table, pulled the school uniform over, covered half of his head, avoided the injured arm, and rested his head on the other arm.

The curly long eyelashes drooped slightly, faintly blocking the bright light in the bottom of the eyes.

Su Moran looked sideways, and the thin short hair stuck to the young man's forehead, perfectly covering his smooth forehead.The eyelashes are half-curved, and the arc is beautiful.

The lower jaw was lifted slightly, and the lips were drawn into a line.

The collar was opened a little too much due to the prostrate posture, revealing her fair skin partly.

It seems to be more delicate than girls.

Su Moran's eyes fixed on his wrist, which was tied with a red rope and a bead was tied to the rope.

The beads pressed into the skin, leaving a faint mark.

He stared at the beads for a while.

The physics teacher coughed twice: "If you are sleepy, remember to catch up at noon."

As soon as the words were finished, the get out of class bell rang, and the physics teacher walked out of the classroom with the textbook.

Fu Yunchuan was really sleepy, and he didn't even hear the bell.

When Su Moran got up, he kicked the chair with his leg, and the chair made a screeching sound as it rubbed against the ground.

Fu Yunchuan was awakened by the noise, slowly opened his eyes, and stared at Su Moran who was standing with misty eyes. He was not in a good mood because he was woken up.

The irritability was expressed on his face, his brows were furrowed, his eyes half-closed, and he said not very friendly: "Can't you be gentle?"

"No." Su Moran kicked his chair, "Get out of the way, I'm going to eat."

Fu Yunchuan tore off his school uniform, pulled the chair and moved it forward, knowing that the boss didn't like being touched by others, so he deliberately leaned against the edge of the table to leave enough room behind him.

Su Mo remained motionless, staring down at him.

Fu Yunchuan: "Why don't you leave?"

Su Moran: "After lunch, do the other papers for me."

Fu Yunchuan: "Why?"

Su Moran: "That's what you owe me."