After this short vacation, Yang Han will face the final exam.
The atmosphere before the exam is already very strong. At this time, students start to have empty eyes, and even go to the toilet and say something in their mouth. The head teacher also began to repeatedly emphasize that his salary is earned by himself, and their grades are tested for them.
Since high school is forbidden to bring idle books, when he is bored between classes, Xu Jia can only turn back and forth between composition materials and various high school newspapers as a way to relieve boredom. When I saw the representative of the Chinese class move in, I was as happy as the Chinese New Year.
She woke the eldest princess and the rest of the harem from the papers, and each sent a fresh composition material with a scent of paper.
She turned around with interest. Then on the page on the subject of characters, I found a color photo that took up the entire page.
Xu Jia: "!"
He hurriedly shook Yang Han up and shouted, "Yang Yang!"
Yang Hanzheng was tormented by mathematics, she said, "Why..."
Xu Jia displayed the book and said in a low voice, "Look who this is."
Yang Han moved his eyes slowly to the photo. Unsurprisingly, it was Han Shiyu.
Yang Han turned his head and continued to rest on the table. Lazily: "That's it..."
"..." Xu Jia said, "You don't express surprise."
Yang Han is used to saying, "I'm used to it."
Seeing that the eldest princess was indifferent, Xu Jia shrugged and folded the corner of the book. Wait until the next language class to read the content of this article secretly.
After the morning passed smoothly, during the lunch break at noon, Xu Jia turned on his mobile phone and found a message in the space saying—
"Sisters, it's really useful! I've never passed 111 in math and got 12!"
The accompanying picture is a picture of a desk, with a photo leaning on the book, and the words "must pass every exam" are written respectfully on the table.
Xu Jia clicked on the big picture, only to realize that this photo was exactly the Han Shiyu he saw in the composition material today.
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"I wish to come back."
"Don't brag, it's really useful, I feel like I can take the top ten exams now."
Seeing this statement, Xu Jia's eyes rolled.
She is an everyday superstitious girl.
…
Yang Han, who had been tortured for four classes, was a little lethargic during his lunch break. He came a little late in the afternoon, and their group had already arrived.
She yawned, and dragged her body full of waking up to the door, and she saw many faces of Zhang Han Shiyu in a daze.
She thought she was hallucinating, so she stepped back, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and after confirming that she was awake, she walked into the classroom again.
Yang Han: "…"
I saw Xu Jia, Liu Zuoye, Lu Yueming, Shang Xuefang's family, and the monitor's desk. There were 16-kilogram color photos of the president of Jixun. They were all torn from the composition materials. Every exam must be passed.
"What are you doing!" Yang Han said in shock: "Gather the crowd to preach and teach?"
Xu Jia said: "This is the most stubborn struggle before the end of the term."
Yang Han looked at Lu Yueming and Liu Zuoye in disbelief, and said, "Why did you two hang up too!"
Liu Zuoye raised his eyebrows innocently and joked, "Follow the wind."
Lu Yueming also said: "What if it is useful."
No wonder the teacher has been emphasizing the importance of the class style of a class. If the atmosphere is not good, it will seriously lead to sand sculptures of all members, and even the best and brightest students will be unable to escape.
Yang Han gestured for a long time and couldn't hold back his words, so he could only sigh, put up the book and hide his face, as if he didn't know the group of people around him.
…
Inexplicably, Han Shiyu, who worshipped koi in the tenth class of high school, was recuperating at Han Lang's house.
Mother Han has a job, and only Gugu is with Han Shiyu at home.
The short legs lay on the ground and tilted their head to look at the lame leg, and there seemed to be a kind of pity in their eyes.
Han Shiyu picked him up and held him in his arms.
"You're really good." Zhou Yi heard the news and came to see him, and by the way, the uncle ordered him to cut an apple, "What are you doing, you can still slap your feet."
Han Shiyu took a bite of the pulp and said, "Follow Xiao Yang."
"Oh," Zhou Yi said, "then you deserve it."
"Old Zhou, you say... a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl already has the urge to fall in love."
Zhou Yi said: "Usually speaking, it should be there."
Han Shiyu pondered, thinking that when he was in high school, he didn't have any intense or subtle impulses towards the opposite sex, as if the hormones had already dissipated in the second phase of junior high school, so he had no experience with this kind of hazy love.
Han Shiyu: "I feel... I just feel that Yang Han wants to fall in love a little bit."
"You followed Yang Yang because of this?" Zhou Yi frowned, "Then you not only deserve it, but you are also perverted."
"Tsk," this man really said four sentences, and he was not happy if he didn't scold him three times. Han Shiyu complained: "I'll tell you the business."
Zhou Yi: "You should talk to Brother Mo or Auntie about this."
When he mentioned Yang Mo and Han Shiyu, he felt guilty. He opened the topic and said, "We all love each other even when we die in the fan literature, so why can't we chat."
The mention of fellow Wen Zhou Yi gave him a stomach ache. He stuck the knife on the apple to be peeled and said, "If you mention this again, I'll stab your other foot."
Han Shiyu laughed a few times.
Zhou Yi is a standard straight man, a married man, and his son is three years old this year. He doesn't dislike these fan works, and sometimes Han Shiyu sends them to watch them together.
However, when the master is talking about his colleagues, who is embarrassed by whom.
Han Shiyu sighed: "I once thought, if my future son-in-law treats Yang Han well and is good enough, then I will directly pass the news to him."
"..." This sounds like the plot of a wealthy family in a TV series. Zhou Yi was speechless for a while before opening his mouth to ask: "Then if she doesn't get married..."
"If Xiao Yang is good enough and single, then I will directly pass the news to her." Han Shiyu leaned back and put an arrogant and tyrannical air on the sofa.
"You're only thirty-five." Zhou Yi said in one sentence, "Fuck you."
Han Shiyu said disappointedly: "But I don't know what Xiao Yang thinks now."
"She's only sixteen years old," Zhou Yi said, finding that this person is unfounded and worrying, and said, "Why are you in such a hurry."
Han Shiyu couldn't help but said, "Why do you keep breaking the stage?"
…
"Yo, President Han." Xie Chenmin came in with a white plastic bag and said, "I heard that you have a sprained foot, so I came here to celebrate."
Corgi asked about the scent in his bag, and he was no longer afraid of strangers, and walked up to his feet with a wagging tail.
Han Shiyu just said hello to him on WeChat, but Xie Chenmin replied directly, I'm almost at your door.
Han Shiyu twitched the corners of his mouth: "Don't tell me you flew all the way here, just to gloat..."
"How can you have such a big face," Xie Chenmin put the scented plastic bag on the table, and Xiao Keji got up and wanted to wear it. He said, "Tomorrow is your brother Lin's birthday."
This sentence made Han Shiyu's actions stand still for a moment.
Then, he lowered his head and rubbed his nose, his voice became cautious, and said, "Ah... oh."
Xie Chenmin opened the white plastic bag as if nothing had happened, and the rich barbecue aroma immediately overflowed. He said, "I brought a leg of lamb along the way." He patted Han Shiyu's calf a few times, and said with a smile, "Eat What to make up for."
He peeked at Xie Chenmin's expression and saw that there was no ups and downs, so he smiled a few times with confidence.
Xie Chenmin asked the same question as Zhou Yi, so the topic led to the same direction.
The two people who both have "daughters" fell into contemplation.
Xie Chenmin frowned: "You have a fever."
Han Shiyu: "I rely on my intuition and feel that it is possible."
"Isn't your intuition always Schrödinger?" Xie Chenmin said nonchalantly, "Little Ye is actually a gentle, sensual and rational girl, and I am very at ease with her."
Xie Chenmin added firmly: "How could she fall in love early."
Han Shiyu gestured anxiously, and he said, "It's one thing that she doesn't provoke others, so aren't you afraid that others will take the initiative to bully her?"
This is probably the conundrum that every dad with a daughter faces.
Xie Chenmin tactically leaned back and said with seriousness, "Tsk...that's a problem."
"So, if you were in this situation... how would you... find out the situation?"
Xie Chenmin raised his head and looked into Han Shiyu's expectant eyes of "learning and asking questions", and then his eyes slowly turned to his injured foot.
Xie Chenmin said seriously: "Follow."
Han Shiyu: "."
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F4 is the last one left.
Liu Mu said on the other side of the phone, "Old Han, you're calling me just for this? I'm not a parenting line. There's still something to hang up..."
Han Shiyu: "Interestingly self-made movie quotas."
Liu Mu: "Mr. Han, do you have anything to say?"
Han Shiyu was obviously in a hurry to seek medical treatment: "You should know how to deal with my daughter's puppy love because you often dress as a woman."
"?" Liu Mu said, "Is there any logical relationship between your previous sentence and the next sentence?"
Liu Mu said "um" on the other side for a while, and seemed to light a cigarette. The two thought about it for a long time.
"You can't judge her to be in love just because of a little detail... You should have a face-to-face chat with her, and ask Aunt Han to teach you about obscure and inconvenient topics. As for what to say..." Liu Mu's tone was lazy and cautious The analysis was a bit inappropriate, he said: "I think you should talk to someone who has come over, such as Brother Min, his opinion must be more informative than mine."
"I talked," Han Shiyu said, "he suggested that I follow him."
Liu Mu: "...You think I didn't say that last sentence."
Yang Han, who was fighting in the exam room, would never have thought—
One day, the president of Jixun Technology Co., Ltd., the president of Yuexin Network Technology Co., Ltd., the well-known writer and founder of a famous studio, as well as a popular musician and game anchor with millions of fans... One should appear in a cultural salon, extremely A celebrity combination with gimmicks and gold-
She is actually communicating her puberty events in a decent manner.
There is no reason to communicate yet.
…
Allen often came to him during breaks, and Yang Mo had become accustomed to it, and could keep typing on the keyboard without changing his face during his inquiries.
On this day, Allen finally couldn't help but say his purpose of coming to Yang Mo every day: "Why have I come to see you for so many days, and I haven't seen Mr. Han call you or send you a message?"
Yang Mo's fingers hang in the air.
Allen dragged his cheeks and said, "I really want to see how you get along with your husband." He said, "It took me one night to accept the fact that you are actually a cold and charming wife. "
Yang Mo: "..."
The corners of his mouth twitched, "I'm not."
Allen waved his hand and said, "Otherwise, why didn't he call you. If you were more enthusiastic, he probably couldn't wait to call you every day."
Yang Mo remembered that before he left, he pulled the big dog with his head up to see him off at the airport, so he finally summoned up the courage to talk: "Finally, I'll call you every day." No." The girl's heart was shattered.
Allen raised his eyebrows and seemed to think of something, and said, "Isn't he the little girl? The kind that needs you to be coaxed to be obedient to you? No, no, no? So you like this kind of thing? "
Yang Mo said: "Get out."