Professor he started chasing stars

Monday's math class was the third period in the morning, so Fu Jinyan made a cup of chrysanthemum tea and walked to the classroom in a leisurely manner.

Fu Jinyan noticed that Fu Shengyu was lying on the desk.

"Attend class."

"stand up."

Tenzin Nyima kicked Fu Shengyu's table leg, Fu Shengyu looked up, his eyes were swollen from sleep and became single eyelids.

Seeing that it was Teacher Fu's class, he bowed straight at [-] degrees and shouted louder than anyone else: "Hello, Teacher~~"

Taiyin turned three corners.

"Please sit down. Today we are going to review functions, which are the weaker parts of the students. The value range of the function y equal to the square of x plus 1/1 is..."

Fu Shengyu was already outstanding in height. He sat up straight and was too eye-catching among his classmates, a bit like the leader of the meerkat.

"Hey! Hey!" Tenzin Nima called him in a low voice, "You asked me to bring you the dried yak meat yesterday, do you want to eat it?"

"I don't eat in class."

Fu Shengyu didn't turn his head.

"Was it a ghost who robbed me of my hot strips yesterday?" Tenzin Nima saw that he was listening with gusto, and asked, "Do you understand?"

Fu Shengyu rested his chin on both hands: "Mr. Fu taught the class really well."

"Where is it?"

"Good voice."

Fu Jinyan's tone is neither high nor low, like a pool of lake water in a deep valley, and he doesn't interact with his classmates. Rather than saying that he is lecturing, it is better to say that he is enjoying mathematics by himself. He hooked the corner of his mouth.

Although Fu Shengyu couldn't empathize with the fun of mathematics.

But Fu Jinyan's gestures and demeanor are so unique, he is immersed in his own small world, dancing with numbers.

Fu Shengyu exhausted all his life's knowledge and came up with an appropriate idiom: gentle and elegant.

This class is so comfortable that Fu Shengyu is jealous: "Nimma, Teacher Fu has taught you for three years and you still fail?"

Tenzin Nyima chewed the beef jerky and said, "Teacher Fu came to Songmu Middle School to teach last year."

"Huh?" Fu Shengyu was curious, "Then where is he from?"

Tenzin Nyima shook his head.

"However, I heard from the principal that Mr. Fu has a Ph.D. and is a university professor."

"Hold……"

Fu Shengyu suddenly wanted to scold someone. He hadn't left Novice Village yet, and he was already a full-level magister.

Fu, who had been arrogant for nearly 18 years, suddenly felt inferior.

Looking at Fu Jinyan again, his eyes were full of the light of a fan.

When the get out of class bell rang, Fu Jinyan tidied up the handouts and textbooks, stepped off the podium, and slowly walked towards Fu Shengyu.

Fu Shengyu panicked, and immediately wrote and drew on paper, pretending to think.

"Hmm... how to solve this function..."

Fu Jinyan looked at the abcdefgay he wrote, and asked, "Did you not understand any of the questions in class just now?"

I don't understand either.

"Tell me about the last question, bro."

"Well, fx is equal to..."

Fu Shengyu wasn't listening to what he said next, the world in his eyes suddenly played at a slow speed, and all his attention was on Fu Jinyan's pink and thin lips.

"...Every step must be written completely, so that the problem solving is beautiful."

After Fu Jinyan finished speaking, he found that classmate Fu was stunned.

Fu Shengyu returned to his senses in a daze: "Ah, yes, it's beautiful."

Fu Jinyan was afraid that he would not be able to keep up, so he specially tutored him, but it was obviously superfluous—he spent a month in Songmu Town safely, and when he returned home, he was not short of arms or legs, so Fu Jinyan would have completed his merits.

The truth is a bit cruel, IQ may not be as high as his blood pressure.

"did you have breakfast?"

"what?"

"today."

"No." Fu Shengyu smirked, "I don't know how to do it, and I don't have the nerve to wake you up."

Fu Jinyan took his left hand out of his pocket and put it on Fu Shengyu's homework.

A big white rabbit toffee.

"Cush your tummy."

Sugar intake can effectively alleviate altitude sickness.

When Fu Jinyan was sick when he was a child, his mother often coaxed him to take medicine with white rabbit milk candy.

Fu Jinyan also didn't want the child to be hungry every day, which would delay his growth.

Based on his foundation, Fu Jinyan wanted to persuade him to give up the culture class.

Learning physical education is a good seedling.

Fu Shengyu stared at the candy for the whole class, and the rice paper on the toffee almost melted when the get out of class was over.

"Nimma, hurry up, lend me your mobile phone to make a call."

Fu Shengyu dialed a phone call in a hurry, and now he urgently needs off-site help.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Little uncle."

The other party was Fu Shengyu's mother's cousin, named Yu Bei, a lesser-known actor, only eight years older than Fu Shengyu, but a generation older.

"Huh? Puppy."

Fu Shengyu liked to chew on people when he was a baby, so Yu Bei gave him this nickname.

Right now, Fu Shengyu was not in the mood to argue with him.

"I need some advice." Fu Shengyu still had a little blush on his face, "If you see someone, you can't help but blush and your heart beats faster. What does it mean?"

Yu Bei asked, "Specifically...?"

"It's just...a supporting teacher who I recorded the program with."

The other end of the phone analyzed clearly: "Your words... don't mean anything. For example, when I meet an English teacher, my face will blush and my heart will beat. I'm afraid he will hit me."

"Different!"

Fu Shengyu was a little irritable.

"My heart is beating in my chest!"

"uh-huh?"

"The other thing is..." Fu Shengyu couldn't open his mouth, "When I looked at him, I felt that he was glowing! It's the kind that glows!"

"Hmm..." Yu Bei snorted, "Is your supporting teacher a light bulb?"

"He's still a Buddha." Fu Shengyu was furious, "Get lost, die."

"Then why are you asking me?"

"I was born in a family of straight men, and you are the only one who is gay among the relatives I know."

The love affair between the little uncle and the little uncle has caused a lot of trouble in the show business circle, and they have already shifted their focus of work abroad.

I heard that my uncle Gu Yiming has a little money.

"Ah? Is your supporting teacher a man?" The voice over there was a little louder, and Yu Bei should have sat up from the bed, "Tell me more..."

Fu Shengyu hung up the phone with a snap.

He was so anxious that he turned around in circles, and finally his eyes fell on the draft paper that Fu Jinyan had written for him to solve the problem. The handwriting was like calligraphy.

Fu Shengyu realized that this was an overlook of wisdom and a crush of knowledge.

He borrowed a pair of scissors, cut out Fu Jinyan's solution, and admired it against the sun.

"Brother Fu, what are you doing paper-cutting?" Tenzin Nyima leaned over and asked, "Will you lean on the plum garden?"

Fu Shengyu kept clicking his tongue.

"The writing is so beautiful, I will keep it as an heirloom."