the moon in the attic

The October [-] holiday is short and outrageous, and what is even more outrageous than the short holiday is that when you come back, you will have to face the results of the first monthly exam.

Unfortunately, the third class is the class with the worst grades in the science experimental class of the second year of high school, and even the rankings of the bottom few in the class directly fell out of the benchmark of the experimental class.

"These guys..." Feng Yujie leaned gracefully on the multimedia podium, pointing the laser pointer at the report card on the big screen.

The laser pointer moved to Gao Chen and Gao Chen lowered his head like a quail.

"Come on, Gao Chen," Feng Yujie gently called Gao Chen's name, "Let's chat."

Gao Chen didn't speak, and skillfully made the most cowardly expression among cowards, trying to save himself a dead body from Feng Yujie's precise blow.

Feng Yujie pretended to turn a blind eye to him, and asked earnestly and confusedly, "Is Feng Shui bad in the experimental class? Is there anything I can do to you in the third class? Why are you running in such a hurry?"

He asked three times in a gentle manner, directly blushing Gao Chen Wannian's cultivation wall, "Teacher, I will work harder next time."

Throughout the ages, the postures and methods of drawing big cakes in all walks of life are surprisingly consistent, "I will work harder next time."

Yan Yang accidentally let down his vigilance and couldn't help laughing.

When he smiled, he suffered retribution and attracted the firepower to himself.

The death ray of Feng Yujie's laser pointer moved to several people above and below Yan Yang, patrolled back and forth several times, and settled on the side of Yan Yang's wooden letter.

Yan Yang sighed, knowing that his death was approaching, he stood up numbly.

"Class representative," Feng Yujie said loudly, "are you dissatisfied with my teaching method?"

Yan Yang obediently denied, "No."

"I don't think there should be," Feng Yujie sighed. "I'm not talented, but the national excellent lecturers are also ranked among the top. I don't think there is a big problem with the teaching level."

Yan Yang cheered, "No problem."

"Then the test score was intentional." Feng Yujie drew a circle on Yan Yang's comprehensive score in science with a laser pointer. "It's really not easy to get this score in your ranking."

Yan Yang's grades this time are not bad, the third in the class and the ninth in the grade, but the results in science and comprehensive studies are indeed not ideal, and physics is obviously lagging behind.

Yan Yang accepted the teaching humbly, admitted that he was a little short in physics, and drew a big cake for Feng Yujie, "I will work harder next time."

Feng Yujie said, "If you are careless now, will you dare to take the college entrance examination?"

Yan Yang said, "Don't dare."

Feng Yujie temporarily let him go, and started a new round of indiscriminate all-hands attack.

At the end of the class meeting, almost everyone had some blood on their bodies, and Feng Yujie was satisfied to withdraw the soldiers.

He has a good relationship with the students, and the students in the experimental class are somewhat arrogant and lawless. Immediately, someone tried to resist, "Brother Jie, we don't even have confidence in what you said."

Feng Yujie glanced over with gentle eyes, "It's okay, I'll help you regain your confidence, I'll wait for you in the office for evening study."

The class burst into laughter immediately, and Feng Yujie said, "I'll be here for self-study this week, everyone is welcome to form a team."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the class was in danger, for fear that unfortunately they would get the class teacher's confidence in evening self-study to reshape their qualifications for extra-curricular classes, and everyone was as quiet as chickens for a while.

Feng Yujie nodded in satisfaction, "According to my not-so-rich teaching experience, this class meeting was very successful. I have achieved an achievement that makes everyone feel depressed, so it is worth celebrating."

There was a little laughter mixed in with the wailing in the class, and Feng Yujie also smiled.

He turned off the projection, and the class ranking disappeared on the whiteboard, "Grade doesn't mean everything, but at least for you now, it is temporarily ahead of everything."

After he finished speaking, he left the classroom, leaving an emotionless sentence, "The class representative is going to collect the papers for evening self-study."

The class meeting was the last class in the afternoon. Yan Yang took a look outside and felt that the classroom door was a barrier, and he would be burned to death as soon as he went out, so he rejected Gao Chen's dinner invitation.

When there were not many people left in the class, the temperature dropped a little. Yan Yang took out the comprehensive test paper and prepared to redo the wrong question.

In fact, it is still a bit embarrassing.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he has nothing to do other than study, and the best teaching resources are in the experimental class. Yan Yang feels a little ashamed for not doing well in the exam.

Feng Yujie also saved him face, but he was not careless at all, he really didn't know how to do it.

As soon as he drew the picture, the phone in the belly of the table vibrated.

Gao Chen took a photo of the cafeteria and asked him what to eat.

Yan Yang has no appetite in summer, and now he is shrouded in physical clouds again. After staring at the photo for a long time, he is sure that he really doesn't want to eat anything, so he replied, "I really don't want to eat, bring a bottle of water."

Gao Chen replied with an "um", and sent another emoji after more than ten seconds, as if he felt that his "um" was too indifferent.

Yan Yang stared at the "um", and somehow remembered Han Yu again.

Maybe it was because he was staying at Han Yu's house, or maybe it was because he shared a lot of secrets with Han Yu. Recently, he thought of Han Yu quite frequently.

Thinking of Han Yu, and thinking of the bottle of water that Han Yu bought the day of the barbecue.

But that night I struggled for a long time and didn't have the nerve to ask. I missed the best time to speak, so it seemed a bit hypocritical to ask again.

Just a bottle of water.

After thinking about it, the question came back to the original point, why did Han Yu only buy water for him?

Just as he was thinking, his phone vibrated again. It was still Gao Chen, "The water is not even cold."

In the hot summer, Young Master Yan Yang, who failed the physics exam, just wanted to drink a bottle of cold water with ice. Yan Yang sighed, "Then don't bring it for now."

After replying to the message, he took his mobile phone and went out. There must be ice water somewhere.

Even though it was school time, there were still very few people in the small shop of the laboratory building, because after the National Day holiday, the unsalable water in the freezer was frozen solid like a weight.

Yan Yang searched for a long time but couldn't find anything he could drink right away, so he took a bottle and put it on the freezer, found a small bench to sit down, and watched the boss's TV series without saying a word.

During the period, a few more students came, and without exception, they were discussing the monthly exam. Yan Yang listened intently for a while, and then turned his attention to the TV series.

The love is deep and the rain is already advancing to the climax of the plot. Yiping is about to jump into the river. Yan Yang thinks of his fear of being pressed on a chair by Aunt Zhang to watch Qiong Yao dramas when he was a child during holidays when he was a child.

The water hadn't boiled yet, so he held it in his hand and squeezed it. For some reason, he turned on his phone and took a photo, and sent it to Han Yu after a moment of hesitation.

Before he could decide what word to match, Han Yu sent a message back.

Han Yu: "Go to the commissary?"

Yan Yang licked his lips and found a logic for his behavior. The deduction process was that last time he came with Han Yu, the two of them successfully bought water that was just frozen, but this time Yan Yang didn’t buy it by himself. So just share it.

Maybe his derivation process was a bit long, and Han Yu replied, "Is the water too cold?"

Yan Yang came down from the pole, "Yes!"

Yan Yang: "I can't even drink it."

Han Yu should have just happened to be holding the phone, and returned quickly, "Is there not even a bottle to drink?"

In fact, Yan Yang didn't look carefully at all. As we all know, handsome guys have heavy burdens, and Yan Yang is especially heavy. It can be seen from the fact that his school bag and plastic bags have to be late to leave.

When he came just now, there happened to be other people in the store, so he was embarrassed to rummage around in the public, looking for it symbolically, and forgetting if there was nothing.

His burden is back to his burden, but he still has to pretend not to show it.

Yan Yang: "Isn't it?"

This time Han Yu didn't reply quickly, and it took about five or six minutes before he said, "I have just the right one, do you want to bring it to you?"

Yan Yang stared at the line, feeling that he must be thinking too much, Han Yu didn't have so many twisted thoughts.

Just a bottle of water.

He replied to Han Yu, "Yes."

Han Yu quickly said, "I'll go find you."

Yan Yang was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that since the two of them had classes in the same building, he could go find Han Yu himself. If Han Yu wanted to give it to him, it would be too troublesome.

He was so anxious that he sent a voice message to Han Yu, "Don't, don't, I'll get it for you in the classroom."

After the voice was sent, Yan Yang was about to go out. Just as the curtain was lifted, a new message popped up in Han Yu's chat box.

Also voice.

He clicked on it and listened, Han Yu's voice trembled a little, as if he was walking briskly.

Han Yu said, "Don't come out, it's hot outside."