Now, I'll wait for you to go home, bro, come back to the male god earlier, bro!
Fu Mingyuan did not reply.
Fu Mingli was excited for a while holding the phone, and then kicked the classmate who was sitting next to him. He picked up the papers on the table and stuffed them into his schoolbag: "I'm going home to do my homework! My brother is going home with the male god for Chinese New Year! I have to finish my homework quickly! I can't play with you anymore!"
The classmate raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, and put a few papers in front of him: "It's all written, you can learn from it."
"It's simple."
"You can finish it when you finish it. You write what I have written first, and I will finish writing the rest for you tomorrow."
Fu Mingli's eyes lit up as if he saw a savior, and he wrapped his arms around his classmate's neck and rubbed his cheek twice: "My God, Brother Xiao, what kind of savior are you!"
The classmate lowered his eyes, his fingers on the paper moved, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
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"Brother Fu! Ah, Brother Fu!"
At the end of the year, the airport is full of people.
Fu Mingyuan's itinerary for his return to China was revealed last night, and many local fans in City A came to pick up the plane. Fortunately, it was the end of the year. Fans from other places couldn't come here even if they wanted to. There was a traffic jam at the high-speed and they couldn't get tickets.
Shen Qi was wearing a mask and hat, and squeezed among a group of little girls.
The little girl holding a sign next to her and wearing a support bracelet was short, squeezed into the crowd, and couldn't see anything. Seeing Shen Qi standing very calmly in the crowd next to her, she couldn't help but strike up a conversation.
"Why don't you shout?"