Five years simulation three years first

Chen Si led the security guards into the small woods, followed by a bunch of people who wanted to watch the excitement or find excuses not to study at night.

"Feng Bao!" Seeing that Feng Zhou didn't seem to have been beaten, Chen Si felt relieved, and rushed up to hold his hand in two or three steps, "You didn't get beaten, you're so worried about me—!"

Yu Shaochun raised his hand and pushed him away: "If you have something to say, talk about it, why do you use your hands and feet?"

Chen Si's face was full of anger: "Without me, you would have been beaten up a long time ago, do you know that? That's how you treat your savior?"

The two of them were about to quarrel, the security guard pulled Chen Si by the collar and pulled him away: "Go, go, go back to the classroom for self-study if you have nothing to do, don't make trouble here."

Unwilling, Chen Si grabbed the uncle's arm: "I am a witness! I can provide clues!"

"Witnessing what?" The uncle blew his beard and stared, "You have watched too many police and gangster movies, you, go back and study."

Since the fight in the examination room last time left a deep impression on everyone, when Yu Shaochun visited the school doctor's office again, the school doctor could still recognize him.

"I remember you," said the school nurse while preparing alcohol and cotton balls, "why do you fight every day?"

Yu Shaochun, who "fights every day", couldn't express his suffering, so he could only smile with the corners of his mouth pulled.

Thinking of him as a law-abiding good citizen, why do he always encounter such "school fighting" and "underworld disputes" that only exist in legends recently?

He is just an ordinary person who wants to go to class step by step and occasionally fall in love.

The school doctor stretched out the alcohol cotton ball with tweezers, and he felt tense when he saw it. He retreated to the corner between the hospital bed and the wall with teeth and claws: "Sister, I have something to discuss with you."

The school doctor glanced at his watch, and his eyes grew a little impatient: "Hurry up, I'm going to get off work if you don't fight."

"Sister, you see that I am so miserable," Yu Shaochun squeezed out a smile, "Can you be gentle?"

The school doctor agreed very happily: "Ah, yes."

As he spoke, the cotton ball in his hand poked directly at his wound without showing any sympathy or warning.

Yu Shaochun felt that his head was about to split open.

The injury, which was not a big deal at first, became more serious after being sterilized, and the happiness doubled, almost sending him away directly.

Definitely revenge.

The school doctor was ruthless, and took off his white coat: "I'm off work, you just stay still and don't move, you can't wash your hair for three days, and go back to self-study after the medicine dries up, aren't you already in the second year of high school and soon in the third year of high school? Don't fight every day for dim sum, can you pass the exam?"

She seems to have misunderstood something.

Yu Shaochun, who was questioned that he could not pass the exam, gave up arguing and endured the occasional needle prick from the wound on his head, leaning against the head of the bed, feeling as if a group of bees were tap dancing on his head, the kind that greeted him with stings in turn .

So just now I was... did I succeed in confessing?

He looked at the white ceiling, and his thoughts slowly drifted to the scene less than half an hour ago, but it felt like a world away.

This seemed to be the first time that Young Master Yu had confessed his love in 17 years.

Hold.

The right time, the right place, and the right people don't take advantage of any of them.He just sat on the ground after being beaten, with no image at all.

There is no romance at all.

Yu Shaochun got out of bed with the hammer, touched the scratched wound on his hand, and the pain made him shiver.

The door of the infirmary creaked, and a sneaky head poked in.Tang Qian looked around quietly like a thief, then turned around and waved, as if calling for the people behind to come in.

"Mr. Yu," Tang Qian gently placed a bunch of simple-looking small flowers on his bedside, "You have worked hard, it was hard to pick them in the school garden, let's see."

Xiao Hua was dejected and listless, perfectly echoing his current image.

Yu Shaochun looked at the half-dead little pink flower: "Thank you for your kindness."

Li Guohao said: "Tai Mei has limited mobility and cannot participate in the great cause of escaping evening self-study. We can only convey a message of welcome to join, uh, the army of disabled people."

"Let him climb," Yu Shaochun scolded with a smile, "he's the disabled."

The arrival of the few of them added a bit of warmth to the cold atmosphere in the infirmary, and Feng Zhou stood behind them, with no emotion showing in his brows, as if he was separated from the crowd.

These critters obviously cherished the opportunity of escaping from evening self-study, and made a fuss in the infirmary for a long time before reluctantly deciding to go back to the classroom.Feng Zhou fell behind the crowd and glanced at Yu Shaochun: "Go first, I'll go back later."

"Do you want to cover Feng Xueba?" Li Guohao asked.

"No need," Feng Zhou said, "Just say I... leave early."

Yu Shaochun waited for them to close the door before he teased, "I haven't seen you for a long time, but Feng Xueba's skill in escaping evening self-study is really impressive."

Feng Zhou dragged a chair over and sat down: "Young poor."

He asked: "So what happened to 'I am your life'?"

Yu Shaochun raised his eyebrows: "I thought you would ask me just now..."

"That's the next question," Feng Zhou coughed lightly, his cheeks flushed, "Come one by one, anyway, there's plenty of time."

Yu Shaochun adjusted his sitting posture: "My sister was also there when you were arguing with the teacher in my tutoring class, and her lifelong honorary member of the Beauty Association caught you at first glance, and she is an art student who doesn't understand science, so every time you When chatting with her and mentioning academic matters, come and ask me at the general meeting."

Feng Zhou remembered that "I am your life" did disappear suddenly and then reappeared several times before, and the reason was always "to help my brother with errands".

He nodded and took out his mobile phone: "wait for me to see the next question."

"...You won't write down everything you want to ask in your phone, will you?"

Feng Zhou continued to ask: "The next question is, does your sister still like me?"

"I don't like it anymore," Yu Shaochun said, "She moved on, are you sad?"

Feng Zhou shook his head: "No. I think if she likes me, then your character is pretty bad."

Yu Shaochun was scolded suddenly, his face full of confusion: "Why is my character so bad?"

"Because..." Feng Zhou explained to him seriously, "Liking someone my sister likes only exists in the TV series at eight o'clock, right?"

Yu Shaochun's face was full of displeasure: "I haven't asked you if you like 'I am your life', but you asked me first."

A rare embarrassment appeared on Feng Zhou's face: "This is quite complicated."

"Tell me?"

"I just like the way she discusses academic issues with me, but now you say it's you and me..."

His voice gradually decreased.

Yu Shaochun reached out and pinched his face maliciously: "So I only like the look of 'discussing academic issues'."

Feng Zhou pushed his hand away: "Then what about the girl you said you liked earlier?"

Now Yu Shaochun was confused: "What girl?"

"It's the one who also likes physics, has good grades, is lively and cute..."

"Damn," Yu Shaochun was shocked, "You didn't hear it, did you?"

"What do you hear?"

Yu Shaochun counted for him with his fingers: "You are good at physics, have good grades, like celestial bodies and the universe, occasionally quarreled with me, and had your birthday at that time, isn't it only you who fit this description?"

"I?"

"Who isn't you?" Yu Shaochun asked, "Isn't it you who I spent so much time preparing for the gift?"

Feng Zhou suddenly didn't know what to say.

He thinks that he has seen things thoroughly enough, but he finds that there are still preferences and selfishness that he has never understood.

It turned out that he had never realized that there was a person who treated him with such heart.

"I'm sorry." He said softly.

"Don't apologize," Yu Shaochun said, "I don't blame you."

Of course it's my fault, Feng Zhou thought.

He has always known that feelings are limited and cannot withstand too much wear and tear, but because he is naturally very slow in this aspect, he never expected that someone would always treat him silently without any response.

"why?"

Yu Shaochun seemed to know what he wanted to ask: "In that novel, an unloved soul is like a lonely CX330. If you are my destined lover, then of course I will treat you well. But it doesn't matter if you are not , at least it will keep you from losing confidence in 'love'."

Feng Zhou smiled bitterly: "But I don't have much confidence in love now, or..."

Although the old barbs have been pulled out, the acne left behind still needs time to repair.

Yu Shaochun asked him, "Do you like watching the eight o'clock file very much?"

Feng Zhou shook his head.

"Then why do you always say the lines at eight o'clock?" Yu Shaochun pretended to learn, "'You deserve better, I'm not good enough for you', 'Why don't we forget it, you can be with better people' yes Didn't you want to say that?"

"But it's the truth."

"The fact is a hammer," Yu Shaochun retorted, "The fact is that we complement each other and are very suitable. Show your courage to solve problems, and you will not give in to calculus. Why are you retreating at this time?"

"Because many questions have only one method and only one answer."

"The same goes for feelings. There is only one way to believe in yourself, and there is only one answer—"

Just love me.

He spoke, but didn't say it.

Feng Zhou raised his head, not knowing why he suddenly stopped talking.

Yu Shaochun scratched his nose: "Well, tonight's confession doesn't count."

Feng Zhou gave a slight "thud" in his heart, but he seemed to be expecting it: "It's okay, I accept regrets, because I also feel..."

"It's too careless," Yu Shaochun continued, "I'm a person with a sense of ritual, and I'll make another one when I have a chance."

Feng Zhou really did not expect this turning point.

"Hey, you must never, never forget today."

"why?"

"Stupid you," he said with a smile, "today is the day we are together, and we must never forget it."