Wear to the villain when he was young

Fu Yunchuan twitched his lips, the young master has such a temper that he can't afford to offend us.

Well, if you can't provoke us, you can't hide from us.

The first math test, it's not good to have this spare time to do a few questions.

Put down a sentence: "No one." He took the lead to leave.

Su Moran stared at his back for a long time. If eyes could kill, Fu Yunchuan would have died a thousand times.

At eight o'clock, the bell rang and the exam began.

Fu Yunchuan and Su Moran were in the same examination room, at the front and back desks.

There have been a lot of rumors about Fu Yunchuan recently. There are many posts blowing him up on the school forums. Not only is he handsome, but he is also a good shot hitter.

Although "Landscape" was in the last examination room, its popularity was close to that of the school grassroots, and some people even dropped their rhetoric and wanted to be his girlfriend.

Anonymous forum, speak freely, who is serious and who is an idiot.

Fu Yunchuan never looked at this, he had more important things to do, Su Moran had exhausted him physically and mentally, and someone else would really die at the age of 16.

As soon as the bell rang, someone poked his shoulder with a finger.

Fu Yunchuan leaned back against the back of the chair and said in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Su Moran: "Borrow a pen."

Fu Yunchuan raised his eyebrows: "Where is your pen?"

Su Moran: "I didn't bring it."

Fu Yunchuan tilted his head slightly, took a look out of the corner of his eye, fuck, the table behind is spotlessly clean, not to mention pens, there is nothing there.

Is this for an exam?

Those who didn't know thought it was a day trip.

He took the pencil case, took out a pen from it, and was about to fasten the chain when he suddenly remembered something and rummaged to find the correction tape and ruler. He has a habit of preparing double copies of everything.

To put it nicely, it's just in case.

Not to mention, the "what if" really came in handy today.

Just as he put the things down, Su Moran poked him again.

Fu Yunchuan followed his gaze, and his eyes fell on the draft paper, thinking: Damn.

He has the habit of preparing double copies, but it is limited to stationery and so on. He took one piece of draft paper today.

Pressing against the groove with the tip of the tongue, he cursed a few times in his heart, and split it into two halves, keeping half for himself and giving the other half to Su Moran.

When it was handed over to him, he didn't turn his head back, and stretched his arms back, swinging to the back for a while.

I don't know what's wrong with the young master, so I just watched him play like that, and didn't reach out to take it until the teacher came in.

The young man's fingers were long and slender, he grabbed the draft paper lightly, and gave one for one for one, besides the paper, he also pinched it...

Fu Yunchuan's finger.

Fu Yunchuan was having fun, when he was held suddenly, his body trembled, his fingertips pressed against each other, and a strong warmth came over him.

He has a cold physique, and his limbs are mostly cold all year round. The air conditioner is blown for too long, not only cold limbs, but also his neck and cheeks.

Apart from his family members, Xia Bing knew about his "little shortcomings", which is why Xia Bing always protects him.

In Xia Bing's eyes, he is "weak" and needs to be taken care of.

Su Moran didn't expect Fu Yunchuan's fingers to be so cold, he paused for a moment, and then asked, "Is it cold?"

Fu Yunchuan withdrew his hand, "It's okay."

The two had had physical contact before, but for some reason, this "handshake" was extraordinarily exciting...

awkward.

The invigilator walked in with the paper in his arms and interrupted their conversation. Fu Yunchuan took a deep breath to suppress his unknown emotions.

After the papers were handed out, everyone concentrated on the exam.

Fu Yunchuan wrote quickly with a pen. These questions are a piece of cake for him, and he has brushed almost every question type.

He did it very quickly. When someone was still thinking about how to do the second question, he had already achieved the negative.Reasoning questions are his forte.

He could almost think of the solution to the problem that other students racked their brains to come up with.

The most amazing thing is that the handwriting is beautiful, as if written in a copybook.

Every time the invigilator passes by him, he will always experience the feeling of ice and fire. The former is the sense of appreciation brought by Fu Yunchuan, and the latter is the sense of helplessness brought by Su Moran.

No matter how the teacher reminded him, the eldest young master never started to write, and kept staring at his right hand, as if there was something on it.

Don't tell me, there's really something there.

Just now, it was this hand that pinched Fu Yunchuan's, and there was his cold touch on it.

Fu Yunchuan listened to the teacher talking about it several times, frowned slightly, tore off a corner of the draft paper, wrote a sentence, and quietly put it on the table behind.

Lightly poke the table twice with your finger, motioning for someone to check.

Su Moran looked away from his hand, he took a look at the note, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can next to it.

Next, start doing crazy questions.

This "crazy" is not an exaggeration at all.

His writing speed is no less than that of Fu Yunchuan, and his speed of passing questions is also very fast. It can't be said that there are ten lines in one eye, but there are still two lines in one eye.

The answer was filled in without hesitation, as if engraved in my mind.

It took only 10 minutes to finish writing the front.

Everyone knows that the big questions on the reverse side are usually more difficult than the ones on the front side, but in Su Moran's eyes, it seems to be easier, the manuscript paper is useless, holding a pen is just -

Write.

When the invigilator inspected, he was surprised by his sudden action, and looked at it vigorously. Except for the bad words, the accuracy rate was still very high.

At least the ones I saw were correct.

Fu Yunchuan pursed his lips as he listened to the sound of the pen writing on the paper, it seemed that the provocative method was still very useful.

In fact, he didn't say anything radical just now, he just condensed what he heard yesterday.Yesterday when he went to hand in his homework, he heard the head teacher chatting with the monitor, and next time he arranged tables according to his academic performance.

To put it bluntly, those with excellent grades stay with those with excellent grades, and those with poor grades can only be with those with poor grades.

If you want to be in a good position, you can only study hard.

He wrote on the note: [It's good that you don't do the paper, next time we don't have to be at the same table. 】

No way, the normal way doesn’t work, so let’s do the reverse.

Listening to the voice behind, it seems that this reverse effect is still...

Not bad.

At least someone wrote it.

Math test, one and a half hours.

The invigilator said loudly: "There are still 10 minutes, everyone check."

Every time when the papers are handed in, it is the time when the examination room is "the busiest".

Someone started whispering.

Someone started passing notes.

After Fu Yunchuan checked the paper, he just put the pen into the pencil case when a ball of paper flew from behind.

He opened his lowered eyes and looked, and there was something like a dog crawling on it: 【Dreaming】

The word "dream" is too scribbled, and you have to look carefully to recognize it.

He folded the note and put it in the pencil case, next to the heart-shaped eraser.

Faintly felt that his task progress seemed to have progressed a bit.

At least someone knows what reciprocity is.

Ten minutes later, the bell rang again, and the papers were passed forward from the last one.

Fu Yunchuan turned around and took Su Moran's paper, looked at the blank space in the upper left corner, and clicked: "Name."

Su Moran raised his eyebrows, but did not move.

If it was homework, Fu Yunchuan would do it for him, but it was an exam, so he couldn't do it for him.He reminded again: "Write your name."

Su Moran: "Don't write."

"Damn." Fu Yunchuan cursed, pulled his right hand in desperation, put the pen into his hand, held his hand, and wrote down his name.

Anyway, it's all dog crawling, and it doesn't affect the result.

After finishing writing, he let go of his hand, turned around, and handed the two papers to the students in front of him.

He did it so casually that he didn't even notice someone's slightly curled fingers, let alone his fleeting gloomy expression.

Xia Bing opened the door and shouted, "Chuan."

Fu Yunchuan waved at him, put away his things, took the pencil case, and said to Su Moran: "What are you doing in a daze, let's go."

In the corridor, a girl stopped him asking for his cell phone number.

Fu Yunchuan smiled, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I don't have a mobile phone, Director Cheng won't let me bring it."

The girl blushed: "What about WeChat? You can also tell me your WeChat."

Fu Yunchuan winked at Xia Bing, motioning for him to make a break.

Xia Bing pursed his lips and spread his hands.

Fu Yunchuan refused, "No WeChat."

The girl wanted to ask something, but someone bumped into her from behind.

Fu Yunchuan dodged someone's impact with a dodge.

Su Moran stopped in his tracks, and said in a deep voice, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Go, go." Fu Yunchuan followed his steps and left in a hurry.

Xia Bing stood beside him, put his arm on his shoulder, and said, "Why didn't you give me your mobile phone number if a girl asked for it? I think she likes you very much."

Fu Yunchuan clicked his tongue twice: "I don't blame you, why didn't you stop me just now?"

"Block? Why do you want to stop?" Xia Bing said, "My good buddy has a girl who likes it, and I'm too happy. Hey, tell me, do you like it?"

Fu Yunchuan bumped into him, "Get lost."

When he was speaking, his eyes accidentally fell on the figure of someone in front of him. For some reason, he didn't seem to want Su Moran to hear him.

Xia Bing reached out to hook Fu Yunchuan's neck, and flicked his forehead by the way, "Quickly tell me, do you like it?"

Fu Yunchuan pretended to be weak, and yelled: "It hurts, it hurts."

When Xia Bing let go, he smiled and ran away.

The two were only focused on chasing, and didn't notice that the face of the young master had turned iron blue, and there was an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

Emotions that he didn't even understand himself.

Ten o'clock, the second exam, this physics.

Unlike the math test, after the papers were handed out, there was a lot of wailing.

"Fuck, it's so difficult."

"Fuck, who came up with a few questions."

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I can't keep my ass now."

I don't know who answered: "It doesn't matter if you can't keep your butt, as long as the chrysanthemum is there."

Others: "Haha."

The invigilator patted the table: "Quiet, quiet, no one is allowed to talk, and do the questions right away."

Fu Yunchuan handed the pen to Su Moran, "Here."

Su Moran glanced coldly, but didn't answer, and kicked the desk of the classmate next to him sideways, "Classmate, borrow a pen."

The boy recognized him and had heard stories about him, so he took out four pens from the pencil case tremblingly, "Su, student Su, which one do you like to use?"

After finishing the sentence, without waiting for Su Moran to speak, he put all the pens on his desk, picked up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I will give you all, you don't have to return them."

Su Moran randomly picked up one and threw the other three back to him.

Fu Yunchuan stared at him, shook the pen in his hand, shit, he must be sick!