two sons three fathers

At this time, in the woods not far away, the middle-aged and obese dean was hiding under the wall of the night, and was quietly approaching along the grass.

He heard the movement behind the mountain gradually became clearer.

Fifty meters away, the bright searchlight shot out from the flashlight in the hands of the teaching director, and accurately shone on the faces of the two people stacked on the ground.

I thought it was a student who secretly came to fall in love.

School bans puppy love.

Taking a closer look, it was two men, and the thick and rough voice sounded: "Which class dares to make trouble under my nose, all stand in a row, against you!"

Fu Yizhen let go of his hand reluctantly, and got up from Han Yu.

There are walls on both sides and mountains behind. There is only one way to go in and out, but there are surveillance cameras when you go out.Of the ten or so people, none of them ran away, and they all lined up, standing in place with their heads bowed.

"Class [-], Grade [-]." Han Yu said.

"Senior Class [-] and [-]." Fu Yizhao said.

By the way, only the third class did not have any of the first to sixth classes of the second year of senior high school. The dean was a little relieved.

"What name?" The dean narrowed his shrewd eyes.

Fu Yizhen: "Brother Yu."

Han Yu: "Boss Fu."

The two spoke in unison.

The dean glared at the two of them, and said sharply, "Full name, what about playing tricks?"

Everyone kept silent, as if they knew their mistakes and corrected them, but the teacher planned to teach them a long lesson, "All go to the Political and Education Office to write a self-criticism, one thousand words per person!"

After several wailings behind him, the director suddenly turned his head, a few hairs were fluttering, and he was spitting, "Add another thousand!!"

At the political and religious office, a group of people squatted at the door of the corridor, and each person was handed out a piece of A4 paper and a pen.

Han Yu pinched the tip of the pen, writing while thinking.

He started to lay the groundwork from the weather when he got up this morning, and even wrote down a stone he kicked at noon.

Those words of truth, heartbroken ah.

Finally got enough.

Zheng Xiong, who was next to him, saw it and admired it secretly. Brother Yu is really talented, and he wrote it all in black and white. He glanced at the teaching director who would come out at any time behind him, and asked for help in a low voice, "Brother Yu, copy?"

Han Yuyun glanced at the person who spoke, "I don't know this, have you never learned Chinese?"

"I can't even fill in the blanks for composition, and I have never been awarded any points," Zheng Xiong said sincerely, "Brother Yu, can I copy?"

Brother Yu didn't want to talk to anyone, it was this guy who asked him to come out and shake the scene, "Write it yourself."

"I'll buy you a week's breakfast..." Brother Yu's excellent work had already fallen on his head, he pulled the paper off, laid it solemnly on the ground, and exaggerated: "Brother Yu, you are my reborn parents!"

"Remember to buy me breakfast," Brother Yu said, "Let's skip a meal, and Brother Yu will slap you."

"Copy it for me too, classmate." The speaker had a humble face.

Han Yu turned his head and looked disgusted: "I know you very well? Don't be so shameless."

Fu Yizheng smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Tomorrow the whole school will know about the fact that you were pinned to the ground by me, will you give it?"

Han Yu: "..." Brother Yu's face is very important.

"copy!"

A group of scumbags, a thousand words is a big project.

The two groups of people who were at war at first are now discussing how to write harmoniously.

In the end, Han Yu's review was circulated in turn. Everywhere he went, he would receive a compliment and breakfast.

Breakfast has been catered for for weeks.

The dean strolled out, stood by the door and said, "It's been more than an hour, and you still haven't finished writing?"

He stepped forward and took a look: "..." Oh, it's all written!

"Hand it in," said the dean, "notify your homeroom teacher to come pick you up."

Brother Yu: "..."

Boss Fu: "..."

When Wu Ji came to lead them, his face was stinky.

Now it's all right, the whole school knows about it, and various versions spread out.

Thinking of this, Han Yu slowly retracted his hands, reminding himself not to be impulsive. Although he is full this time, it is one thing if he cannot win the fight. If he goes in again, he might really have to invite his parents.

Fu Yizheng instinctively sensed the danger, turned his head keenly, and saw Han Yu naturally grasping the wooden stick in his hand.He squinted his eyes, looked at the thing in his hand, quickly approached, grabbed the wrist and pulled it hard... The stick fell down and hit himself on the head.

He lay down on the ground in an instant, covered his head and shouted: "Someone has died, I'm going to tell the head teacher!"

Han Yu: "..." He grabbed something subconsciously, feeling a little safe, and before he could make a move, he was already lying on the ground.

What kind of move is this.

The dean swam to their floor, heard the movement, but no one arrived, and said first: "Your class is the noisiest in the whole school. You can't study well, and you still can't keep your mouth shut?"

"..." As soon as they came in, it was these two again.

Han Yu and Fu Yixuan were led to the office by the teaching director, and Wu Ji smiled and bowed to take the two of them.

As soon as the dean left, she pulled her face away, sat on the swivel chair, turned around, rubbed her forehead facing the two, and said with a serious face: "Fu Yizheng, you go first."

Fu Yizheng stated, "Teacher, I was a little bit wrong about what happened today. I was writing the exercises you assigned. Han Yu didn't listen to you. He snored while sleeping in the self-study, which affected other students' study. I kindly asked him why It's not that I'm tired, I really can't learn, I want to help him."

He said, looking at Han Yu friendly, "Then he scolded me and told me not to mind my own business. I persuaded him a few words, and he beat me with a wooden stick. Director Chen happened to pass by and brought us here. That's how it went. , the whole class saw him hitting me."

Han Yu's eyes were burning, and his nameless anger shot from his feet to his head. He grabbed Fu Yizhang's school uniform and gritted his teeth, "What the hell are you talking about? Fuck your mother!"

Fu Yizheng's neckline was ripped open, looked at him at the same level, and said calmly, "To tell the truth, teacher, he still scolds me again."

Han Yu still wanted to speak, but Wu Ji immediately said, "Han Yu shut up! You look like a little student, you foolish kid?"

She threw the book in Han Yu's hand, "Still let go?"

A red mark was made on the back of Han Yu's hand, eyes crossed with resentment, he pushed Fu Yizheng, and withdrew his hand in disgust.

Fu Yizhen patted his clothes, straightened his hem, and stood upright.

Comparing this way, Han Yu is really hopeless, his grades are not good, and his conduct is not good.

Wu Ji shook his head, turned to Fu Yizheng, and asked, "Are you injured?"

"No, I hid quickly, almost." Fu Yizhang said.

Wu Jidao: "Then you go back first, Han Yu stays!"

As soon as Fu Yizhen left, Han Yu was pointed at and taught a lesson, including the fight last time, and received a [-]-word review, and if he committed another crime, please ask his parents next time!

Wu Ji looked at him, and used all the classic quotes, "Your face can be eaten? Students don't put their studies first, and they think about fighting all day. How promising can they be? Mud can't support the wall!"

Unconvinced, Han Yu remained silent, and was kicked out of the office by Wu Ji, "The review has been written and handed in."

When he returned to the classroom, everyone saw the scene in front of them.

A group of people first looked at Han Yu who kicked the door, the veins on his hands burst out, and his eyes were piercing.Looking back at Fu Yizheng again, his expression was calm.

Fu Yizhen lazily stood up, turned his face sideways, looked at the door, and said calmly: "Why, you are being scolded, come to me to vent your anger?"

Han Yu rushed over, kicked his desk away, and greeted him with a right uppercut in the face, instantly succumbed.

The two started fighting, and the classmate next to him hurried away with a book, and the surrounding quickly dispersed.

After a few punches, Fu Yizhang pushed the person face to face on the desk. Han Yu raised his hand and threw another punch. Fu Yizhang took the fist and put his tongue on his cheeks. I have, today's matter, you have to be responsible to the end."

"I'll kill you and take you to cremation!" Han Yu said.

Fu Yizheng held him down with all his strength.

Soon, Han Yu stood up again and switched positions, with Fu Yizhang next.

Fu Yizhen leaned on the edge of the table with his back, and didn't struggle hard, his eyes were narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were slanted.

Han Yu: "...you laugh!"

Fu Yizheng smiled, tilted his head slightly and said, "What do you want to do, you are pressing me down, huh?"

These words were weird, Han Yu reacted for a while, and realized that this guy was teasing him.

Brother Yu is very serious in fighting, such... Shameless.

He let go of his hand and turned to return to his seat.

Fu Yizheng posted it up, brushed his face against his ear and said, "If you mess with me, you're done."

Han Yu's face was not hurt, but he received a few punches on the back, and said coldly, "I'll accompany you!"

"Okay." Fu Yizheng said lightly.

They returned to their seats, and everyone dispersed, and they all sat back to their seats consciously.

There is still more than half an hour before the next evening self-study.

Han Yu stuffed his coat into the desk box, held his shoulders with his hands, and shook his shoulders twice, feeling upset: this cerebral palsy is so strong.

No one can compete with him, who knows that the master is in their class, he walks through the back door every day in class, and the first time he walked through the front door is tonight.

After a day's class, he didn't have time to listen to the class at all. He deserted the whole time and slept when he had nothing to do. Anyway, he couldn't understand, and more importantly, he didn't want to listen.

He doesn't like to study.

For this reason, except for a few people around him and his tablemate who asked for leave, he doesn't know each other, and he doesn't pay attention to it, or he should know that there is this person in the class.

After reading the time, Han Yu wanted to play games to pass the half hour, so skipping class was obviously not an option.

As soon as I clicked into the game, I felt a gaze over my head.

As soon as he looked up, sure enough... the cerebral palsy turned his head to look at him.

Han Yu raised his eyes, smiled subtly, put his middle fingers together, and mouthed: "Trash~garbage."

The sharp silhouette on the opposite side was facing him, with obvious abrasions on his face, and he mouthed back: "I'll tell the teacher."

Han Yu spread his hands and tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He was right again.

The next second, the grinning expression of the cerebral palsy got up from his seat...and went out.

Han Yu: "..." Damn it!

If parents are invited, Han Yuanchuan is too busy, he doesn't want to make trouble for his father.

Han Yu opened the back door, pressed down on the shoulder of Fu Yixuan who was passing by, and dragged him to his seat to sit down.

Fu Yizheng looked at him, "You're provoking me again, why aren't you afraid when you hit me?"

In the face of cerebral palsy, it's useless to be cruel, Han Yu whispered: "Be quiet, what do you want, endless trouble."

"Counseled?" Fu Yizheng stared at those eyes, and jokingly said, "Don't you want to accompany me to the end?"

Holding his temper, Han Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Say it or not, don't tell me that I punched you on the left cheek and punched you symmetrically."

"It's Boss Fu." Fu Yizhang said.

"It's that simple?" Han Yu wondered, would this insidious villain deceive him? Looking at his cunning appearance, he looked very special.

Fu Yizhen didn't intend to sue at all, he was going to skip class and go home, but he was caught chatting for no reason, and said: "It's as simple as that."

"Boss Fu." Han Yu said cheerfully.

"Okay." Fu Yizhang said, "Your punching me is evened out."

Fu Yixuan stood up, Han Yu held him back, and said displeasedly, "It's not even, why are you going?"

Fu Yizheng turned his head, looked at the hand grabbing his sleeve, then raised his eyes to look at the person, "Urgent to pee, go out and sprinkle water, together?"

"Get out!" Han Yu let go of his hand.