flammable relationship

A conversation in the middle of the night was basically based on Wei Ran's one-sided confession. Fu Yiheng just stood more often, with his hair a little messier than usual, and his elbows on the window sill, deliberately slowing down his breathing, trying to be a A competent listener.

Fu Yiheng really didn't expect that the reason why Wei Ran chose not to pursue it was this.

Whether it's about sympathizing with the same person or feeling grateful for the old kindness, it's really hard to be able to do this after being treated like that.Asking himself, Mr. Fu felt that he would not be able to do it. His mind was not broad enough to allow him to let his friends stab him twice.

This is so foul.Fu Yiheng thought.

It turned out that when he peeled off the shell disguised as steel and iron bones, and took off the heavy masks that confuse the real and the fake, when he touched the real inner world of the young man in front of him for the first time, he unexpectedly discovered—— Carrying a heart that is so soft that it is a mess?

You can use your toes to know that this heart must have suffered countless injuries, large and small, during the growth process. It may be scratched by paper as thin as a cicada's wing, such as an unlucky look from a neighbor; It has been smashed, such as the verbal slander of Rootless Dance; it may also be pierced by steel bars, such as the framing and betrayal at this time.It was covered with cuts and bruises, and the ravines were difficult to flatten, but it failed to produce the cocoons and thorns it should have, and it was as soft as ever.

The deeper we dig, the more surprises Wei Ran can give.

For the first time in his life, Mr. Fu developed resistance to the matter of deeply analyzing a person, but the temptation in front of him was too great.

"You always surprise me." He commented.

"Don't overestimate, I'm not the holy father, but I just pay back favors. She helped my mother a lot." Wei Ran shrugged, "The favors are paid off this time, if she provokes me again, I won't be polite."

"Yeah." Fu Yiheng sarcastically said, "Let her see Wei Ran's courage to fight in front of the teacher in class."

"Understood, I won't do it in the future. I'll take my temper away."

"Better. Do it again, and I'm not going to wipe your ass."

Wei Ran laughed twice, leaning his head against the window, looking sideways at Fu Yiheng. The bright moonlight stretched his long legs that were above the standard, and the shadow reached Fu Yiheng's feet.

Wei Ran moved his toes forward a little, and the shadow overlapped with Fu Yiheng's feet.After touching it, he quickly retracted his feet, looked up and admired the moon: "Today's hangover soup is delicious."

Fu Yiheng noticed his little movements, pretended not to see them, and curled the corners of his lips: "As long as you like it."

"It's just too much honey, it's a bit sweet." Wei Ran said, "The hot milk last time was also sweet, and the cookies were also sweet. Teacher Fu seems to like to add extra sugar to everything."

Fu Yiheng raised his eyebrows: "Why, don't you like sweets?"

After asking, he met Wei Ran's narrow gaze, and only later realized the trap in the boy's words, the sweets he enumerated just now contained small biscuits.

Teacher Fu cleared his throat pretentiously.

"No, I love it." Wei Ran still answered as usual, "But you know, sweetness is addictive, the degree of addiction is no different from smoking, and the withdrawal reaction is extremely painful."

Fu Yiheng couldn't restrain his eyes: "I'm afraid of becoming addicted, don't eat it and it's over, and I didn't ask you."

"That won't work." The corners of Wei Ran's mouth rose, "Mr. Fu, why can't you grasp the point? The point is the painful withdrawal reaction, so I sincerely beg, don't stop the sweet little biscuits. Two days have passed After eating, the mouth is very lonely."

Because Wei Ran lived at home these two days, Fu Yiheng was afraid of revealing his secrets, so the daily small baking class was suspended, and there was no output, and of course someone didn't have to eat.No, I've been greedy for two days like two years, and I couldn't help begging for it with a shy face.

"Tsk, so you are waiting for me here. Want to eat? Come, let me hear, how much do you want?" Fu Yiheng folded his arms, raised his chin, and looked down at the dust, "Please come and see if I will I won't agree to you."

Wei Ran stared at him for three seconds, then gave in with a chuckle, and surrendered: "Tell me, what's your request?"

"Fill in all the questions on the test paper for the next monthly exam." Fu Yiheng is also straightforward, "And you have to fill it out carefully. You are not allowed to read or choose C in the multiple-choice questions. The English teacher came to me and told me. How many times have you complained... Huh? You think I'm doing too much at this time? Why are you covering your ears and running away? Are you childish?"

Wei Ran ran straight into the house, lay down on the sofa, and pulled a blanket over his face: "I can't hear. I wear earphones to listen to rock for a long time, and my hearing has deteriorated a bit, huh? What did you say? It's time to sleep? Good night."

Fu Yiheng: "..."

Tsk, in the middle of the night, I was so angry that I couldn't sleep!

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Zhang Yi's framing was unsuccessful, she was a little afraid of Fu Yiheng who was behind Wei Ran, and she didn't follow up with the follow-up, and she didn't have the courage to show the last hole card, fearing that everything would be destroyed.

Wei Ran's life here is as good as it is. Once the injury is healed, he still studies and works. He fights with the sleepy god every day in class, and fights with Liu Yingchao after class.Ever since she learned the secret, Liu Yingchao was worried about his brother Ran's mental health, and had to stalk him to help him out. Whenever she got the chance, she would hold the book "Happiness Is By Your Side" and buzzed in her ears, causing Wei After burning the class, the anger level soared, and he wanted to take the opportunity to perform martial arts every day.

After more than half a month, Wei Ran heard the news from the daily gossip of the girls in the class, saying that because of long-term insomnia and trance, Wei Ran couldn't bear the body, and asked for a long vacation to go home to review. She will come directly to take the college entrance examination when the time comes.

I also heard that Zhang Yi originally wanted to resist, but her homeroom teacher Liu Fangfei insisted on letting her go, saying that health comes first and body comes first, and everything else is just floating clouds.

As for the post about Wei Ran's mother exposed by an anonymous person, it has indeed attracted a lot of attention. Some people believe it, and some don't. The old man was not happy, raised his eyelids and replied pretendingly: "Study makes me happy, and study makes you progress."

This greatly reduces the credibility of this shocking gossip. It is a black art such as making groundless rumors and catching rumors. In addition, the senior three students really don't have much time to talk about gossip. This topic will naturally cool down after a while.

Wei Ran, who is self-confident as a genius, also encountered a bottleneck in his studies recently - he was surprised to find that he fell asleep in seconds as soon as he memorized his texts, especially classical Chinese, just one glance, the effect is comparable to swallowing a whole bottle of sleeping pills.

This is very abnormal, I have never had this disease before, Brother Ran is a little panicked.

For this reason, instead of consulting the fairy teacher who teaches Chinese, he went to the class teacher instead.

Knowing that Fu Yiheng was late for lunch, he asked someone to go there at this time, and when he went, he took out a wad of cash from his bag and slapped it on Teacher Fu's desk.

The glasses on the bridge of Fu Yiheng's nose were almost knocked off, his eyes passed over the glasses, and he frowned when he saw someone coming: "What are you doing, Wei Ran?"

"This month's salary." There was no one else in the office, Wei Ran pulled a chair casually, sat down backwards, slammed his chin on the back of the chair, pouted, "Two thousand, how much?"

Fu Yiheng reacted, and couldn't laugh or cry: "No, didn't you just transfer my card directly before? Why did you suddenly change to cash now?"

And as far as the attitude of throwing money is concerned, it is quite rich, and the one who pays back the money is dragged like a moneylender, and it looks like he owes money.

"I really want to smell the banknotes, to see if there is a smell of blood and sweat on them." Wei Ran sniffed his nose, regretfully, "The fact is that there are no. The new money smells like ink."

Fu Yiheng was not polite, after counting, he put the money in the drawer.

Wei Ran reluctantly left, and looked at him with a smile on his face: "Are you happy?"

Fu Yiheng didn't understand what he meant: "What are you happy about?"

"I received the money, although the money was originally your own." Wei Ran said, holding his cheek, "But every month like this, someone personally offers the salary, it's still cash, and you can still have the pleasure of counting money, Isn't it beautiful?"

"Oh..." Fu Yiheng smacked his lips, thought about it carefully, and succumbed to the charm of RMB, "It's quite beautiful."

The fish took the bait, and Wei Ran continued to play tricks with bad intentions: "So you can understand, right? Just those housekeeper's wives, when they receive their men's monthly wages, the kind of happy mood."

Fu Yiheng devoted half of his attention to the important and difficult points that his subordinates were sorting out, and after listening to the first half of the sentence, he answered casually: "Understood..." The voice started, slowed down, and threw the pen, "Damn! Wei Ran! What kind of metaphor are you playing with? Do you have such a metaphor?"

"Hahahahaha, I'm blessed to the heart, just kidding. Forgive me, forgive me." Wei Ran accepted it as soon as he saw it, and changed the subject, "I actually have a business to come here."

Everyone begged for mercy, but Fu Yiheng was blocked back before he burst into flames, holding back his internal injuries, his face blushed brightly for a while, he straightened his expression, and squeezed out the word "Say" from between his teeth.

This situation is very common recently.

After Zhang Yi's incident, Wei Ran seemed to be enlightened, and found the secret of getting along with Mr. Fu.From time to time, he would flirt with a poor mouth, and run away before the other party's attack. He never loves to fight, just like the Eighth Route Army during the Anti-Japanese War.Sometimes I really can't run away, and I don't panic when I get caught, put down my face and beg for mercy immediately, the attitude of admitting mistakes is very real every time, and there is a more real perfunctory in the truth, and Fu Yiheng is not good at just because of one or two gossips. Go online, so he can get his way every time. By now, he is almost out of temper.

Wei Ran was very straightforward, and his tone was quite reasonable, and he said loudly: "I can't recite the text."

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Fu Yiheng felt the veins on his forehead throbbing: "If you can't recite the text, come to me. I can exchange your brains and recite it for you? If you can't recite it, it means that you haven't read enough. Go back and read it a hundred times."

Little Wei Ran was still aggrieved: "I am dizzy, especially classical Chinese. I get dizzy when I look at it, and I fall asleep when I faint. There is no way to save it. What can I do, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Yiheng has seen people with motion sickness, seasickness, and plane sickness, but never seen people with word sickness, so he laughed angrily, and had to maintain a polite smile to make a suggestion: "If you can't see it, why don't you record it and listen to the head office? Every day before you get up and go to bed They are all singles on a loop, familiar to you, right? I used this trick all the time back then, trust me, it works."

Wei Ran really believed it, and he read all the classical Chinese texts once back home, recorded them, and listened with headphones every day, paying special attention. After all, there are only two months left in the college entrance examination, and there are too many things to memorize.

Then...then I slept more soundly!Dreams are gone!

So he came to the class teacher again with his mobile phone in his pocket, out of breath.

"No, no, no, I listen to my own voice like listening to a monk chanting scriptures. It is very peaceful and peaceful. I used to fall asleep in seconds, but now I plug in the earphones, plug in the phone, and fall asleep without pressing the play button. Teacher, tell me Did you suffer from some kind of sleepiness?"

Fu Yiheng carefully looked at his expression, he was really anxious, and it was really not like looking for something to be happy with the teacher, so this time he made a suggestion more cautiously: "That's right, people have different learning types, which can be roughly divided into three types. The visual learning type, the auditory learning type, and the tactile learning type. If you say you are dizzy, obviously you do not belong to the visual category. The tactile type requires a lot of notes by hand. As far as memorizing the text is concerned, the length is too long The amount is too large, the copying is not suitable, and it is a waste of time and energy. That's why I asked you to listen to it before, and you fell asleep listening to your own voice, or...you can change someone else's voice and try again?"

Wei Ran listened to his analysis word by word, and when he heard the last sentence, his eyes lit up immediately, and he raised his hand and said, "For me, teacher, your voice is very refreshing!"

The author has something to say: the one who couldn't recite the text crawled in desperation...