Professor he started chasing stars

Fu Jinyan thought about it.

Is this child's praise sincere?

Fu Jinyan understood, he was being sarcastic.

Children who don't like to study are like this, yin and yang are weird.

[Fu Jinyan: Only by suffering and suffering can one become a master. 】

[The only honest person on the whole network: A superior person? 】

[Fu Jinyan: Yes. 】

[The only honest person on the whole network: I want to chew this information even if I memorize it by rote. 】

Fu Shengyu acted vigorously and ran to Fu Yi's study, ready to print out the documents, when Fu Yi happened to be there too.

Sitting on the gaming chair playing League of Legends, Fu Yi stretched his neck, but the curved screen monitor was too big, only half of his head was exposed.

"Huh? What are you doing here?"

"Print study materials."

"Study materials?" Fu Yi was suspicious, and warned him: "Isn't it enough for you to read it on your phone? Don't stuff any messy things into my printer."

Fu Shengyu didn't bother to explain to him, so while the printer was running, he went to Fu Yi's screen and glanced at it. The black screen was counting down to resurrection, and Yasuo's record was 0-11-3.

"You got the wrong equipment, and now Yasuo doesn't even use Electric Blade."

"What do you know? A group of electric shocks can help you get assists."

"..." Fu Shengyu asked curiously, "What rank is it?"

"I'm now Unyielding Silver 4."

Fu Shengyu casually despised: "It's been almost ten years since I've been fighting, and I've paid back the silver. It's really unyielding."

"A man can bend and stretch."

Fu Shengyu checked the time, it was almost twelve o'clock.

"Are you still awake at night?"

"What's wrong with me playing a game after get off work?"

"Tsk..."

Fu Shengyu curled his lips and went to get his review materials. He used a small stack of printing paper, not too much and not too little. Except for English, he had it for every subject, and it was all the painstaking efforts of Mr. Fu who had spent a few nights.

Fu Shengyu could feel a deep care from it.

He slammed a boo on the title.

Fu Yi immediately yelled: "I knew you couldn't print clean things!"

Fu Shengyu was entangled with the review materials, so he had no time to talk to him, and stopped when he was about to close the study door.

"Brother Yi." Fu Shengyu opened his mouth in embarrassment, "It's my birthday today."

Fu Yi's clacking fingers on the keyboard and mouse stopped, and the cigarette held between the index and middle fingers of his right hand forgot to dust off and fell on the table.

"Really? On such a festive day, I won't scold you for drinking."

Fu Shengyu smelled himself.

"Does it still smell so bad after I took a bath?"

Fu Yi stared at the computer screen, obviously there was no black screen of death, but he was still in a daze.

Fu Shengyu knew his habits. Every time during the holidays and the anniversary of his mother's death, he would play games all night, filling the ashtray with cigarette butts.

Fu Shengyu wanted to liven up the atmosphere: "Would you say no to my coming-of-age ceremony?"

"I finally decided to give birth to you 18 years ago. It was the best gift." Fu Yi smiled, with a little fine line at the end of his eyes, "I went to the cemetery today and told your mother that you are growing up too. , What will you do in the future, I will try not to complain to your mother and let her spank your ass."

"That's good." Fu Shengyu shrugged his nose, "Stop smoking, it will kill you."

Fu Yi extinguished the cigarette butt in the crystal sand.

"Well, just a few days a year."

Fu Shengyu closed the study door, feeling in a good mood. Fu Yi usually has no good shape, and it's rare to be able to speak a few serious words.

When he is happy, he gets carried away and sends a Weibo to celebrate.

[Ahem, let me inform everyone that starting today, I can legally fall in love. 】

The fans rushed forward, Fu Shengyu went to take a piss and came back, refreshing the comment area with hundreds of comments.

[For the rest of my life, my stinky brother will be a man with his tail clamped tightly. Do you know that you will be punished for committing crimes in the future? 】

[Pass it on, the stinky brother is in love. 】

[Which girl is so unlucky? 】

[Pass it down, the stinky brother will have both sons and daughters. 】

[Pass it on, the stinky brother split up in marriage. 】

[Hand down, the stinky brother has been divorced three times and has two children. 】

[Hand down, 99 times divorced Disney is on the run to sterilize the little prince...]

……

Fu Shengyu's comment area has long been reduced to a Shura field for cross talk actors. While reading the comments, he had fun and posted a comment:

[Sashimi guys, can you say something auspicious on a good day? 】

Sashimi was the name Fu Shengyu gave to his fans to support him, and later the fans quit because they found it unpleasant.

[Who is your fan?I am a netizen. 】

[The stinky brother started a group first, and was beaten up until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen? 】

【Smelly brother is really cute hahaha】

[Sister, don't be fooled by his cute appearance, you have never seen him sloppy. 】

[When he doesn't speak, I'm so cute. 】

[Is someone forming a group of poisonous, dumb and smelly brothers? 】

[Mute groom Fu Shengyu. 】

【The dumb bridegroom laughed to death hahaha...】

Fu Shengyu suppressed the itch, and chose the latter among surfing the Internet and betting on the test paper, and only left a cruel sentence on Weibo.

[After I finish the college entrance examination, I will come back to laning, everyone, please do it yourself! [Hold fist]]

……

Fu Jinyan held a plane ticket and beat his heart.

The principal specially ordered this for him, saying that it was too hard for him to take the train to Haicheng, so he couldn't be treated badly.

Fu Jinyan had never been on a plane before, so he was a little nervous, but last time Fu Shengyu explained the boarding process to him in detail, and it should go smoothly.

The principal and the Chinese teacher came to the station to see him off.

"Mr. Fu, as soon as you leave, the average appearance of our school's male teacher team will drop." The Chinese teacher joked.

Fu Jinyan's face turned a little red.

The principal cleared his throat and said, "As a teacher of the people, your speech is a little frivolous."

The language teacher laughed.

"Principal, you don't even know how rare young men with high education, high quality, and good looks are now! They are comparable to the national first-class protected animals, and I don't know who will be cheaper. It's really a dream..."

Fu Jinyan was taken aback for a moment, he had never considered a partner.

But inexplicably, a hippie smile appeared in my mind...

Fu Jinyan quickly stopped his dangerous thoughts.

But her cheeks became hotter.

"Okay." The principal formally held Fu Jinyan's hand, "Mr. Fu, thank you for giving the children in the plateau a year."

"Teacher Fu!"

Tenzin Nyima was sweating profusely, and shouted as soon as he entered the station.

"Did you not attend class?" Fu Jinyan asked him.

"Lunch break, we rushed over here!" Tenzin Nyima shouted behind him, "Come on! Teacher Fu hasn't left yet!"

Accompanying him were dozens of classmates from the whole class, all of whom were panting from running.

Tenzin Nima took the lead in hanging a white khata around Fu Jinyan's neck.

"Mr. Fu, thank you."

Fu Jinyan accepted it a little stiffly.

The next one was a short female classmate, also holding a khata in her hand.

"Mr. Fu, will you come to the plateau again in the future?"

Fu Jinyan bent down: "Yes."

The students rushed forward and offered the khata they had brought. After a while, Fu Jinyan had no place to hang it around his neck, so he had to hang it on his arm.

"Mr. Fu, the principal said that you are from Haicheng University of Finance and Economics, and that's my college entrance examination wish!"

"I can't pass the exam, but I want to go to the university in Haicheng!"

A few mischievous male students yelled, "Mr. Fu, we love you! We love you more than Fu Shengyu!"

Fu Jinyan couldn't handle this kind of scene before, but he smiled freely when facing the children on the plateau.

Tenzin Nyima took the lead and sang Tibetan ballads that Fu Jinyan could not understand.

When he arrived at the airport, Fu Jinyan looked like a khata wholesaler, he was looked at strangely, and he laughed kindly and amazed.

This time he was not shy, but pursed his lips, smiled, and held his head high with every step.