dark white star

"No," Zhou Yan was a little dizzy, "What kind of class does he have, just go back to class?"

Han Yu's message was sent back shortly afterwards - talk about smiling after work.jpg

"So, are you going to go back to school?" Zhou Yan put down the fruit tea in his hand, a little surprised, Han Yu's decision was a little hasty, but it was not completely unexpected.

"Yeah." Han Yu said sincerely, "I want to be a professional e-sports player."

Zhou Yan raised one eyebrow.

"You know that this requires money and exams, right?" Zhou Yan always seemed calm and ruthless in matters related to interests.

"I know." Han Yu seemed a little anxious, he opened the memo on the phone, which was full of materials he made himself.

"If possible, I would like to go back and repeat my third year of high school." Han Yu sat down next to Zhou Yan and showed him the densely packed words on the screen, "But my household registration is not here, so it is very difficult to transfer household registration and take the college entrance examination." solve."

Zhou Yan seemed very interested. He moved closer to see the focused expression on Han Yu's face.

This 19-year-old kid has a little long eyelashes, and Zhou Yan lost his mind when he heard it. Han Yu's side face is very pretty, and his Adam's apple goes up and down when he speaks in a low voice. He is wearing a white shirt, which is very beautiful.

Yes, it is beautiful.

Zhou Yan looked at Han Yu firmly, this young man is very clean and pure, he will put others in a very important position in his heart for little things, he is very sensitive, he will cry because of certain actions, he is very strong, No matter how difficult the environment is, we will work hard towards the bright direction.

The more Zhou Yan watched, the more he liked it. He turned his head slightly and gave Han Xi a small peck on the face.

"What are you doing?" Han Yu turned her head, but the old hooligan Zhou who hadn't planned to end pinched her face, and kissed her firmly.

"I'll give you a sponsorship fee of 200 yuan first." Zhou Yan tilted his head and smiled at Han Yu after kissing, "Go on."

"..." Han Yu cleared her throat a little, put back her confused thoughts, and continued to talk about the matter seriously to Zhou Yan.

"Are you really going to let your little cutie go to class?" Liang Liang was leaning against the bar with a dark blue cocktail in her hand, and the flickering lights made her look too bright.

Sitting on a high stool, Zhou Yan took a sip of orange juice and said, "What can I do? I can't stop him from making progress, right?"

Liang Liang shook her head and said, "I heard that the cram school is full-time?"

"Yeah." Zhou Yan smacked his lips depressed, "Only Sunday mornings have two hours of free time."

"Enough." Liang Liang looked at him teasingly, "Two hours is a bit longer."

Zhou Yan looked at the woman in front of him with a malicious smile and said helplessly: "You say you are always busy, what else is in your mind besides yellow waste?"

"There are poems and distant places!" Liang Liang exaggeratedly raised her glass and toasted to the air.

Zhou Yan gave her a blank stare, and finally lowered his head and sighed: "The chances of meeting each other in the future will become less and less..."

Liang Liang took a gulp of wine and said, "Yeah, your little cutie is so pretty and has a good personality, maybe she will run away with others one day, and don't want you to be an old-fashioned uncle."

"...", Zhou Yan turned the chair in one direction and said, "Some people's mouths are so stinky, I can't bear it."

Liang Liang let out a series of hearty laughter, patted Zhou Yan on the shoulder and said, "Ann! Could Xiaoxi be that kind of person? You know him so well, even if you think about it."

Zhou Yan shook his legs and turned the chair back again, "This sentence is still pleasant." He drank the orange juice, and then called for another glass: "Speaking of which, why did you drink such boring fruit wine today?"

Liang Liang tilted her head, looked at the glass of wine in her hand and seemed to be lost in memory, "Someone told me to drink less, because I don't look good when I'm drunk."

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Ouyang Jian is quite a good person, you can try it."

"Who, who said that you want to try it with him?" Liang Liang's face, which can only be red when drinking strong wine, was a faint glow.

He nodded, and turned to think about Han Yu.

Difficult, difficult... Is it so difficult for middle-aged and elderly people to fall in love?

Zhou Yan sighed deeply.

Han Xi looked around at the dormitory, it was quite clean, at least it was much better than the high school environment he had taken before.

Apart from being far away from Zhou Yan's house, this vocational school has nothing to say about other conditions.At that time Zhou Yan was quite unhappy, but after a few coaxing words, it was fine.

The money for going to school was put together by Han Xie's advance payment of part of his salary and a little subsidy from Zhou Yan, and the borrowed part of the money was still counted into the account of [-] yuan.

Once back to Liberation|Liberation, Han Yu shook his head and thought.

People entered the dormitory one after another. After Han Yu greeted them one by one, he went to the cafeteria with the one who slept on his upper bunk for dinner. On the way, he received two text messages from Uncle Zhou.

"After packing up the things, go to eat, eat well, and recharge your card."

"Also, don't hang out with those dubious boys, you know? Come to see you this Sunday."

Han Yu looked at the text message and smiled quietly, and he sent Zhou Yan back.

"Got it Uncle Zhou, I'll call you after the live broadcast tonight."

Huang Chong, who was walking with him next to him, stared at Han Yu's side face for a long time, and finally hesitantly asked while eating: "You are...the anchor of the Yaxing company, right?"

Han Yu looked up at him, nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, how do you know?"

Huang Chong's eyes widened all of a sudden, and his speech became a little incoherent, "Well, I watched your live broadcast! I really like your style!"

Han Yu opened his mouth, and then smiled helplessly.

"Han God, are you really Han God?" Huang Chong was so happy that he even forgot to eat, his thick and honest face was beaded with sweat from excitement.

"Yeah, really." Han Xie picked out the green onions on top of the eggplant pot bit by bit, and said dumbfounded.

In the following time, Huang Chong and Han Xi kept chatting from the game live broadcast to the football game, and then from the school environment to the living expenses, wishing to drag Han Xi until dark.

Although the chubby kid next to him had a bit of a broken mouth, it was the first time for Han Yu to act like a normal high school student, talking about trivial matters related or unrelated to him in the sunny and sunny campus.

This feeling is very good, Han Xie looked at the sky outside the window, and smiled involuntarily.

"...Then how is the food here?" Zhou Yan frowned while sitting on the sofa and talking on the phone with Han Xi, the laptop screen on her lap had already gone dark.

"Hmm... very good." Han Yu sat in the school's computer room and turned her chair. "The food is not bad, and the dishes are not bad, but the portion is a bit small, and I feel a little hungry."

Zhou Yan simply turned off the computer, and focused on talking to Han Yu: "Listen to me, make an extra copy, I would rather have leftovers than not be full, do you hear me? You are growing your body now..."

Han Yu burst out laughing, "Am I still growing?"

"Of course," Zhou Yan said, "I still often feel that my height is changing at this age."

"It's getting shorter, Uncle Zhou." Han Xi teased him deliberately, unable to hide the smile on his face.

Zhou Yan chatted with him for a while, and then urged Han Yu to go to bed quickly, "You have class tomorrow, and it was late after the live broadcast, so you probably won't be able to get up by then."

"When did you ever see me getting up late?" Having said that, Han Yu still got up and obediently turned off the computer, walked out of the classroom and went back to bed.

The wind at night is cool, there are no people on the small roads in the campus, bugs are whispering softly, and Han Xi walks under the faint moonlight.

"Zhou Yan," Han Yu stopped, and suddenly called out his name very formally.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Yan got up and walked towards the kitchen. He wanted to boil a pot of water to make coffee, "You don't even call me brother, do you?"

Han Yu paused, and then said, "I miss you."

He turned around and looked at the willow tree beside the school road. The swaying willows blew strands of white catkins in the wind, like clusters of unrealistic dreams under the not-so-bright light.

"It's not what I said," Han Yu said, "It's the thought of wanting to hug you tightly."

Zhou Yan was silent for a while, he put down the jug that was going to catch the water, turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

"...Wait for me," he said.

The author has something to say: Uncle Zhou lives like his old father...

The author whispered.