My Star [Campus]

When Yan Feicheng came back from the office, the evening reading was over, and it was the first evening self-study.

Class [-], which was originally a quiet self-study, immediately became noisy after Yan Feicheng came back.

The moment Yan Feicheng stepped into the class, there was a reminding cough, followed by a tidy and enthusiastic applause, mixed with the shouts of the boys.

"Brother Yan is amazing!"

"Brother Yan, big brother, take care of my little brother!"

"Brother Yan is so awesome! Provincial team!"

"Brother Yan! You must get the National Fund!"

Yan Feicheng was stunned, and a deep smile slowly appeared in his eyes. After the applause stopped, he solemnly said to all the students in Class [-] who were looking at him, "Thank you everyone."

Everyone in class eight burst into spontaneous applause.

Lao Lin knew that Class [-] was going to make a fuss, so he wandered slowly from the office to Class [-], forcing the still-excited Class [-] to cool down.

Yan Feicheng sat in his seat, looked at Lao Lin who was sitting on the podium playing with his mobile phone, and quietly stretched out his hand to pull Li Xingyu.

Li Xingyu noticed his movement and silently put his left hand down.

As soon as the hand was put down, it was held tightly.

Fingers crossed, kiss sweet honey.

Li Xingyu put his right hand on the tip of the pen on the table and paused, suppressing the uncontrollable upturn of his mouth.

Yan Feicheng leaned back on the back of the chair, pretending to read a math competition book in front of him, but kept making small movements under his hands.

From time to time, he scratched Li Xingyu's palm, squeezed Li Xingyu's fingers, and rubbed the back of Li Xingyu's hand.

Li Xingyu was so distracted by his sticky little movements that he didn't even have the mind to do his homework. He seemed to be staring at the homework, but in fact his mind was on the hands they held. Every time Yan Feicheng moved He couldn't help but take a glance from the corner of his eye.

After Yan Feicheng drew a heart on the palm of his hand with his fingertips, Li Xingyu couldn't bear it any longer. With red ears shaking his hands, he said in a low voice, "Go read."

Yan Feicheng responded happily, and then said in a low voice, "I've entered the provincial team. If you get the National Fund, you have to honor your promise."

Li Xingyu's ears became even hotter.

The promise Yan Feicheng said was made by him because he couldn't bear Yan Feicheng's aggrieved and wet eyes. If Yan Feicheng got the qualification for the National Finance Corporation, he would move to the master bedroom.

He answered vaguely, "I know, I know."

Yan Feicheng wanted to say something else, but Lao Lin on the podium suddenly said slowly, "Yan Feicheng, what are you doing with your hands down?"

The eyes of the whole class gathered.

Yan Feicheng was still engrossed in the fantasy that he could live with Li Xingyu if he got the National Fund. He was caught off guard by his name, and he was stunned for half a second before he realized it. He said, "I'll hold hands."

Li Xingyu withdrew his hand when Lao Lin spoke, and silently raised his hand to cover his face when Lao Lin spoke, blocking everyone's curious prying eyes.

Damn mental retardation!

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Yan Feisong was overjoyed when he heard the news that Yan Feicheng had won the award, and he was about to fly over to see his dear brother, but was persuaded by Yan Feicheng to go back.

He will go to the capital for training in November, and he will be able to see his eldest brother in one month.

Li Xingyu was sitting on the sofa playing games, and when Yan Feicheng came back from the phone, he threw the game console away, "Brother Cheng."

Yan Feicheng sat next to him, "What's wrong?"

"What date?" Li Xingyu grabbed Yan Feicheng's hand and asked slowly.

Yan Feicheng pinched his palm, "I haven't announced the exact time, but I guess it will be in mid-November. After all, January is the National League."

Li Xingyu looked at him quietly, but Yan Fei couldn't bear his look, so he had no choice but to make a concession, "Okay, you can ask for leave and send me there."

Only then did Li Xingyu show a little smile.

Yan Feicheng put his arms around Li Xingyu's waist, and smiled softly, "Are you so reluctant to part with your husband?"

Li Xingyu pushed him without using much force. It was as if it was tickling on his chest, and even his tone was soft, "Reluctant."

His dark eyes showed frank and straightforward reluctance, "You have been away for three months, and it will take even longer if you get the National Fund and enter the national training team."

"Then Xing Xing will come to me," Yan Feicheng kissed Li Xingyu on the cheek, "If I really join the training team, come to me after Xing Xing's winter vacation, okay?"

He rubbed Li Xingyu's long and slender fingers, "I know my level well, and I should be able to enter the training team if I work hard, but I will definitely not be able to win the international competition. You also know that it is only the provincial competition of province Z. There are two full marks. I just need to do my best in the training team to get eliminated later, and then you can go home with me to meet your eldest brother, and then we will have a good time in the capital, huh?"

Li Xingyu's reaction to Yan Feicheng's words of taking him home this time was not as strong as before, he just nodded and agreed with a slight hesitation.

As Yan Feicheng was talking, he felt a little eager to move over and kiss those bright red and moist lips. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden sound of opening the door, and Li Xingyu quickly pushed Yan Feicheng away, and stretched out his hand to grab the game console. Come back, sit upright on the couch and pretend you've been playing games.

Yan Feicheng greeted Aunt He who came in, then turned his head and blinked at Li Xingyu.

The corners of Li Xingyu's lips curled up.

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On the next Sunday, the two of them planned to stay at home and read, write, and write questions, but Zhou Yuan called and the two hurriedly changed their clothes and left the house.

Zhou Yuan stood at the entrance of the hospital with his head bowed. His clothes were a bit messy, and his exposed arms and legs had bruises. A 1.9-meter-long man just showed a pitiful look that wanted to shrink into a ball.

Seeing Li Xingyu and Yan Feicheng getting off the taxi, Zhou Yuan's eyes turned red instantly, and he let out a pitiful cry.

"Brother Yan, boss..."

"How is old Jane?" Yan Feicheng paid the money, and hurried over following Li Xingyu.

"Two stitches were sewed on the forehead wound." Zhou Yuan wiped his eyes, took the lead to walk into the hospital, and said, "They were going to fight with me, but I didn't expect someone to bring a knife. Old Jane helped me block it." After a while..."

"How did you mess with those high-tech people?" Li Xingyu said in a serious tone.

"Because of that basketball court." Zhou Yuan said wearily.

There is a public basketball court on the road between No. [-] Middle School and Gaoji. There are only two baskets. Disputes and conflicts often occur, but they have never been so serious before.

At this time, Jian Xin had already treated the wound, and sat on the stool with a pale face, holding a cup of hot cocoa in his hand.

His sweater was also crumpled, covered with dirt and dust, and the sleeve of his left hand was pulled up to his upper arm. The bruise on his elbow was obviously swollen from the medicine that had just been applied.

Seeing the two of them, he smiled, and his tone was pretending to be relaxed, "Boss, brother Yan, why are you here? In fact, I'm fine, except for a small cut on my head."

Zhou Yuan sniffled, walked to his side, didn't speak, just looked at him so pitifully.

Jian Xin was helpless, "Did Zhou Yuan call you? This person is just in a hurry, I really have nothing to do."

Li Xingyu looked at the eye-catching piece of white gauze on his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was a little hoarse, "How is it? Will there be a scar?"

Jian Xin laughed, "Scarring is also a mark that a boy should have." But as soon as he finished speaking, he received the fierce gaze of the three people, so he touched his nose and said, "It's okay, I don't know how to leave scars." Yes, as long as you apply the scar medicine more diligently, it will be fine."

Li Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief, "Zhou Yuan, do you still remember who?"

Zhou Yuan nodded immediately, "The leader is Ni Hu."

Jian Xin turned pale with shock, "Boss, you don't want to go find them again, do you?"

Li Xingyu put his hands on Jian Xin, and twitched the corners of his mouth, but his smile was full of coldness, "You are the one I cover, and you have been beaten to the door of your house and you still don't want to beat them back? Don't beat them hard Hit them once and they'll keep kicking their noses and their faces."

Jian Xin turned his eyes to Yan Feicheng for help, hoping that he could persuade Li Xingyu not to be so impulsive to find someone to fight.

Yan Feicheng didn't receive his signal. After hanging up the phone, he smiled at Li Xingyu, "Shall we go now? They're in the back street."

Jian Xin's eyes suddenly went dark.

Brother Yan!

In vain I usually trust you so much!

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Cheng Cheng: I'll just hold hands QAQ