flammable relationship

In the silence, Fu Yiheng didn't give any feedback, and didn't even give Wei Ran an extra glance.Aside from his undulating chest, he looked quite calm—this is the specialty of a decent person, even if a violent physical conflict broke out with someone, and his emotions were shaken, he would calm down quickly after the incident.

At least on the surface.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor went out again.

It is estimated that the cooling time left for each other is long enough.

Fu Yiheng snapped his fingers, and the light turned on again.He raised his hand to undo the top few buttons that made him breathless, and the shirt was brute force to create creases that could not be smoothed out, looking a little embarrassed.

"It's over?" His tone was unusually gentle.

Wei Ran's eyes widened suddenly, and a chill ran down his spine.He had heard Fu Yiheng speak in such a warm tone before, at the Japanese grocery store, when this man had a showdown with his ex-boyfriend and broke up.

"Fu Yiheng..." Wei Ran took a step forward, pressed his brows hard, and changed his address, "Teacher Fu, listen to me."

"I don't think there's anything to talk about between us." Fu Yiheng cut off his words, "Is there any math problem you don't understand right now, and you need to discuss it with me?"

Wei Ran's arm hangs down, his fingers trembling unconsciously.

It's over.He thought, I screwed up everything.

"But I don't think there are any questions that can stump you, after all, you are so good." Fu Yiheng still did not forget to maintain his demeanor in this situation, gave the student a complimenting look, then turned to open the door, and the electronic lock made a cold mechanical sound , he held the doorknob without looking back, "I'm sorry I can't invite you in for a cup of tea, I'm a little tired."

Before he completely closed the door, in the narrow gap, Wei Ran stood slumped against the light and was in the shadow. He suddenly sneered and asked, "Is this your answer?"

Fu Yiheng said: "Wei Ran, don't provoke me if you have nothing to do."

Do you have the courage to open up and expose the second half of this sentence to the sky: I will take it seriously.

Wei Ran leaned against the door, staring intently at the door being tightly closed, the bolt bit the complicated lock cylinder, clicked, and a muffled sound almost desperate resonated in his heart.That door is too thick, it completely covers the person and the heart of that person inside, and not even a ray of light can come out.

I don't know how long it took, Wei Ran raised his hand and slapped himself, the slap was very heavy, and the hot tingling sensation on his cheek made him wake up from the impulsiveness.Then he took out the cigarette, squatted down, and smoked half a pack in the dark without a sound, until his throat was hoarse from the smoke, and it hurt like gravel, and he coughed, then he pinched the cigarette, got up and left.

This is Fu Yiheng's second response to Wei Ran, the record is still tragic, and compared to the first time's cryptic beating, this time it is much more straightforward. It is a qualitative leap in terms of lethality. I don't know if this is progress. Still not far from death.

In any case, there are only three things.

This is the result of Wei Ran squatting at the door and smoking half a pack of cigarettes, ignoring the surge in the risk of lung cancer.

It doesn't matter, he has one more chance left.

The month before the college entrance examination can really be described as time flies.

Everyone is as if they have been beaten with chicken blood, and their enthusiasm for learning is unprecedentedly high. Even when they are walking and eating, even squatting in the toilet, they can hear someone muttering, what is the primary and secondary contradiction and the primary and secondary aspects of the contradiction, and what odd and even unchanging symbols look at the quadrant, No matter how bad it is, it’s going to be a big river to go to the bottom of the sea... The academic atmosphere is so strong that even the scumbag representatives of the 402 day group are embarrassed to outshine each other. They repent and seize the last bit of high school, and the drowsiness is cured. Gossiping was held back, ten years of Internet addiction was quit for the time being, closely following the college entrance examination army, desperately stuffing all kinds of knowledge points into the empty head.The only difference is that others are overcoming difficulties, but they are different. They are working hard to consolidate the foundation and learn new knowledge every day.

Of course, I don’t just bury my head in solving the questions, that’s too hard. The students take time out to engage in some collective entertainment activities.It’s just that these activities coincided with the graduation season, and apart from being warm, they inevitably brought the taste of hurt and parting, soaked in the troubles of youth.

For example, when filling out the classmate records, someone will always write some sour words in the column of messages that the time does not close and the youth does not leave; People leave some heartfelt secrets that have been painstakingly studied; another example is that the class leader takes the lead and buys some gratitude gifts for the teachers of various subjects. After soliciting opinions for several days, none of the ideas can be widely recognized by the students.

In the end, Wei Xueshen really couldn't see it, and said casually: "You give the class teacher a collection of poems, he will definitely like it."

Learn from God's advice, dare not follow.

The class monitor, Jiang Xiaobo, immediately accepted it and bought a collection of Shelley's poems online. After sending it out, the next day in class, Teacher Fu smiled and spoke softly. Before leaving, he even mentioned the gift. I really like it, thank you very much, the students are really caring.

The one with the heart is Wei Ran.The whole class looked at their noses and noses and their hearts, thinking that Xueshen was the real God, so there was nothing he couldn't handle.

Thanks to Teacher Fu, Wei finally enjoyed a high school dormitory life.The juniors in the second year of high school happen to be the fanboys of the famous people in the school. They are very enthusiastic, but they are a bit noisy and have too much energy. They hold symposiums every night, and they can't get around the three major themes of game girl basketball.Wei Ran just said a few words politely at the beginning, and then asked again, learning from Liu Yingchao, and devoted himself to creating a high-cold personality.

Not having to work part-time, and having more spare time, Wei Ran started running to the school library.The borrowed reference books are all boring to outsiders, such as advanced mathematics, engineering physics, organic chemistry, and hypnotic books that ordinary high school students would fall asleep just by reading the title.

The school library is very small. It is on the highest floor of the office building. Wei Ran spends the rest time after lunch every day in the library to hang out. Looking down from the seat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, he can always catch the sight of Teacher Fu taking a leisurely pace. A figure strolling around the cafeteria.

After observing for a long time, Wei Ran can still sum up some small rules.

Teacher Fu has a pair of shoes every day, and will never repeat them within a week; Teacher Fu's hairstyle is related to the weather. When the sun is sunny, he will apply hairspray to lift his bangs up. On cloudy days, he will not be in this mood, and his bangs will fall softly.In this regard, Wei Ran thinks that perhaps Mr. Fu's forehead likes to bask in the sun.In addition to these, if there is salt and pepper chicken steak in the cafeteria one day, Mr. Fu will be much more motivated to eat, and will leave the office 10 minutes earlier than usual. It seems that he really loves chicken steak...

Of course, Wei Ran was not the only one who was secretly observing. Fu Yiheng would also pay attention to the movements in the back row of the classroom from time to time.

Since obediently moved into the school dormitory, classmate Wei has never been absent from evening self-study.Teacher Fu is still moving tables and chairs to guard in the utility room, supervising self-study and answering questions.The utility room is next to the classroom, and each class is equipped with one, which is used to store books of various subjects that are not used temporarily for students, so as not to pile them up on the desks and affect the vision.

Teacher Fu had been sitting for a long time, and when he had nothing to do, he leaned against the door of the utility room with a thermos cup in his hand, and looked into the classroom.

What Wei Ran was doing in his evening self-study is an eternal mystery.

He didn't sleep on his stomach, didn't write hard, and didn't secretly play with his mobile phone. He leaned against the wall with his long legs resting on Liu Yingchao's stool next door.

Fu Yiheng originally thought that he was reading some youthful pain literature, and during a break during class, he couldn't help pretending to inspect it temporarily while he was away, and took a look with his head.

At this glance, I saw the Lagrange theorem of discrete mathematics, and my mood was very subtle.Then I looked up and looked at the students who were bald and hurt their livers because of mathematics, and my mood became even more subtle. Sure enough, not everyone can get full marks in the exam.

In the free activity class once a week, Fu Yiheng would occasionally see Wei Ran playing basketball.He is very popular, and every time he plays basketball, the battle is very big. There are so many people surrounded by three floors inside and outside the playground, it is hard not to pay attention.

Under the cover of the crowd, Fu Yiheng stopped and watched for a while, then lost his mind for a while, dare to say that in the rest of his life, he will never see anyone more handsome than Wei Ran playing basketball.The process was not pleasant, every time Wei Ran jumped up to dunk, the basketball hit the backboard, dunked into the net, and hit the ground with a thud, it felt like it hit his heart hard.He was so shocked that he felt ashamed, his face was red, and within 10 minutes, he fled in a hurry.

After that misunderstanding, for a whole month, the two of them basically had no contact with each other except for their normal class. Occasionally bumped into each other in the corridor, their eyes collided, and then they passed by without even saying hello.

Fu Yiheng's thinking is simple, and he is really trying to pull himself out slowly. Although the results are not satisfactory, at least he really has the determination to draw a clear line; Wei Ran's side is completely opposite, he is holding back his energy secretly Like a temporarily weak counselor, keeping a low profile and dormant in secret, all in order to wait for the best time, to survive the Jedi and attack the city in one fell swoop.

In dealing with this relationship, Wei Ran behaved like an indomitable warrior. He may have concerns or fear, but he has never questioned or denied this joy. One day he will be absolutely honest and sincere to everyone. Personal admission: "Yes, I'm in love with my teacher, so what."

Fu Yiheng couldn't say the same thing.

From the beginning to the end, he was unwilling to face up to or admit the emotion that ignored the taboo and broke ground. He just kept backing, retreating to the back of the door, bolted the lock, and threw the key into the toilet to flush away.Don't let yourself go out, and beware of the other party coming in.

He thought this was a perfect solution, but it backfired.Some emotions cannot be expressed, so they have to be buried in a darker place. I never expected that the more the corner where the sun does not shine, the more fertile the soil and the more gorgeous the flower of desire it nourishes.

The more depressed you are, the more you sink in, the more you restrain yourself, the more you are secretly obsessed. In the end, people will enter a strange rhythm, and the feelings of inhibition and addiction pull each other.Those caught in it can only be tortured.

This kind of torture completely turned into a real illness after the college entrance examination, which defeated Fu Yiheng.That night, Fu Yiheng developed a high fever, and the old problem of headache returned with the frightening high temperature, making the situation worse.

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The students in class six waded through the college entrance examination, the white waves and dangerous rivers, the dust settled, and the score was life and death.He took off his school uniform and tore up his books, cried after scolding the school, shook his empty schoolbag, and made appointments for dinner, singing, and Internet cafes.

The 402 day group was on the verge of disbanding and finally decided to shake hands with those sports students. The back row force added a few activists from the class, and went to the ktv night with arrogance.

When I went there, I found that two classes of liberal arts were also having a carnival here. I glanced at the box, and they were all female students.When the wolves in class six saw the girl, it was as if they saw a delicious lamb, their eyes lit up and they couldn't walk.

After two rounds of lobbying, one of the liberal arts classes agreed to let everyone play together, and Liu Yingchao, a money-spreading boy, immediately went to get a big promotion.

There are many people, lively, and a little too much noise.

Since Wei Ran was pulled over by 402, he has been in a state of being out of his mind.Mood is one thing, mainly because of Liu Yingchao's broken voice. At this moment, his five senses have degenerated, his thinking is slow, and he is about to sit on the ground and pass away.

Over there, boys and girls are gathering together, playing some childish truth or dare, every 5 minutes there is a round of laughter that can blow over the roof, Wei Ran saw that their 402 dog-headed military division has been forced to jump the steel pipe for the third time I danced, and the straight pole turned out to be Jiang Quan, a sports student with a flushed face.

Wei Ran said that he was almost blind, so he drank a glass of beer without saying a word.He has a good capacity for alcohol, and drinks low-alcohol beer as a drink, especially on hot days, when there are too many people in the private room to cool down, cold beer becomes a weapon for relieving the heat, and he drank three, four, five, six, seven or eight bottles without knowing it.

"Damn, Brother Ran, are you here to get drunk late at night?" Liu Yingchao howled after two songs, "I Want to Love If You Die", her throat was on fire, and she came over and took a sip from Wei Ran's cup.

"Drunk fart." Wei Ran disliked him, and went to find a clean cup, "Don't blow it, beer, a thousand cups will not pour."

"I think you've said that like you've been drunk." Liu Yingchao looked at his tepid expression, and suddenly felt very distressed.There are so many people in this box, what's the matter with Brother Ran drinking alone here?So he made a fuss about himself, and insisted on dragging Wei Ran to the next camp, and sat down together.

"Come, come, bring us." Liu Yingchao bluffed, "What's the matter, you guys, you're having fun on your own, and you've left us Wei Jinli in the cold."

"No, I just asked, Brother Ran won't come." Song Yu explained.

"Come! Why don't you come!" Liu Yingchao pressed Wei Ran's shoulders, secretly refusing him to get up, "Brother Ran gave me a lot of face, and he came when I said I would come. Come, come, finally liberated, let's get together and have fun , the bottle spins."

Wei Ran: "..."

The child may be itchy.

I have to say that a koi is a koi, no matter what kind of luck, good luck or shit luck, as long as the probability is low enough, it will hit every opening.So as soon as the bottle was turned, Wei Ran got lucky.

Liu Yingchao: "..."

I feel like my head is pinned to my belt.

The host was Song Yu, who followed the procedure and asked, "The truth or the big risk?"

Wei Ran recalled the military commander's wonderful figure dancing pole dance with a blank face, and blinked slowly: "Let's be honest."

So the wine bottle turned around again, and the questioner turned to was a girl, who was shy and didn't dare to look directly at Wei Ran, and under the instigation of the bad-hearted people around her, she asked an absolutely explosive question in a soft voice: " Who was the object of your first sexual dream?"

Wei Ran: "..."

Liu Yingchao is already dead in his eyes.

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