the moon in the attic

Because of the embarrassment that was unclear, Yan Yang didn't talk all the way, and Han Yu didn't seem to feel that something was wrong, and quietly followed him.

When he walked downstairs to the teaching building, Han Yu suddenly said, "Can you lend me the math paper for this exam?"

Yan Yang's mind was in a mess, he didn't notice what he said for a while, but was startled by the voice, and almost tripped over the steps.

Han Yu quickly grabbed his arm, helped him stand firmly, and then let go quickly.

Yan Yang looked at the place where Han Yu was grabbing his arm, and felt that Han Yu didn't seem to be afraid of the heat, but in fact the temperature of his palm was still very high.

"Okay," Yan Yang settled down, "It just so happens that our class is finished, you can go up with me to get it?"

"Well," Han Yu nodded, and then said softly after a while, "But I may not understand many questions."

Yan Yang had already walked to the stairs. Hearing this, he stopped to look at him, and met Han Yu's cold and calm gaze. He thought to himself, Han Yu has such a good academic face, but his grades are so mediocre.

But he has requirements for his own grades, not for others, not to mention Han Yu who is good-looking and good-looking.

Seeing Han Yu looking at him, Yan Yang said generously, "Didn't you tell me, just ask me if you know anything."

"Yeah." Han Yu said.

He just came up and walked upstairs side by side with Yan Yang. The not-so-wide stairs were occupied by two people, and Yan Yang smelled the faint smell of washing powder on Han Yu's collar.

Han Yu went up the stairs with a straight posture, and his arms swayed slightly, because the two were close, and his fingers occasionally touched Yan Yang's.

Yan Yang noticed it, but he didn't move his arm back, nor distanced himself from him.

Because this staircase is closer to the office, there are not many people walking on it. In addition, before the evening study time, few people pass by, so it is quite quiet.

Yan Yang couldn't help looking for something to say again, "Are you still going to the barbecue restaurant today?"

"I won't go today," Han Yu said, "Brother Li has something to do, so he will rest today."

Speaking of Li Dai, Yan Yang said, "Brother Li seems to be a nice guy."

Han Yu replied, "He is very good."

Having nothing to say and looking for something to say to an awkward ending, Yan Yang didn't say any more.

The two walked to the door of Yan Yang's classroom. He went in and took the paper out. Han Yu took it and held it in his hand, and said again, "Thank you."

When Han Yu went downstairs, he still walked by the same stairs when they came. Yan Yang walked with him for a while, and separated in front of the office door. Han Yu went downstairs, and Yan Yang went to the office to find Feng Yujie to get the paper.

There is no teaching arrangement for the evening self-study in the second year of senior high school, but the corresponding subjects will be marked on the curriculum, and the evening self-study is usually the corresponding test paper.

Yan Yang was "encouraged" by Feng Yujie alone in the office, and when he was about to leave with the paper, he suddenly remembered something.

"Brother Jie," Yan Yang hugged a stack of papers and moved closer to Feng Yujie, "Do you have the general exam list?"

"What do you want the general list for?" Feng Yujie called up a document from the computer desktop and clicked to print it.

Experimental classes generally don't look at the general list, because the students' grades are all on the first few pages, and the general list has no special meaning.

The printer was buzzing, Yan Yang smiled, "I just want to check it out, and stay alert at all times."

Feng Yujie didn't believe his nonsense. He was Yan Yang's homeroom teacher in his freshman year of high school. Yan Yang was used to it, so he was always vigilant that it was impossible for such words to come out of his mouth.

After the printer finished spitting out the paper, Feng Yujie took out the few sheets and handed them to Yan Yang, "Come on, let's find a plausible excuse next time."

Yan Yang took the report card, smiled at Feng Yujie, closed the door and went out.

After he arrived in the classroom, he passed the papers down first, and then went to his seat and spread out the report cards.

Gao Chen joined in the fun and took a look, "What are you doing with this?"

Yan Yang didn't think it was strange for him to get a general exam list, but asking one or two of them made him feel that this behavior seemed a bit strange.

He usually takes the report card, but only the first page.

Yan Yang just put away the report card that he had just spread out, and opened his mouth to talk nonsense, "I'm making a draft."

Gao Chen looked at him with the expression "Are you sick?" Yan Yang looked at him silently.

Gao Chen leaned forward, "I finally know how you got your perverted temperament."

He patted those report cards with great grief, "Using the report cards of the bottom compatriots as a draft paper, will it make you feel particularly fulfilled in doing the questions?"

Yan Yang didn't want to argue with him, so he said with a fake smile, "Yes, especially yours."

Gao Chen wanted to say something, but Yan Yang pushed him away, "Sit down quickly, don't lean on my table and sway."

Gao Chen mumbled and turned his head away, scolding Yan Yang for being insane. Yan Yang stared at the report card for a few moments, then folded it regretfully and put it back in his schoolbag.

The evening self-study after the monthly exam is inevitably impetuous. Yan Yang held the pen he snatched from Xing Yihua in his hand, and after turning it around a few times, he thought of Han Yu uncontrollably.

He first thought of Han Yu calling him nicknames with reddish ears, then Han Yu holding the menu and asking him what to eat with a flat expression, and also thinking of Han Yu pitifully telling the old man that Yan Yang didn't bully him.

Yan Yang felt a little strange. He had many friends and had known Gao Chen Dahua for many years, but he rarely thought of them.

Thinking so, he took out his cell phone from the belly of the table.

There were unread messages from Han Yu.

Han Yu sent two posts, one photo and one sentence.

Han Yu: "I don't understand this question."

Yan Yang raised his eyebrows, seeing that Feng Yujie wasn't looking this way, he clicked on the picture and took a look.

Han Yu took the last question, Yan Yang was not sure what Han Yu was not good at, so he typed quietly with his hands under the table.

Yan Yang: "Where can't it be?"

After he sent the message, he felt that he didn't understand what he asked, so he followed up, "What's the first question? Still don't understand?"

Han Yu's news came back quickly, without saying what he couldn't do, he asked Yan Yang first, "Aren't you studying by yourself last night?"

Yan Yang looked at this line of words, and replied in a strange way, "Talk to you secretly."

Han Yu said, "Don't let the teacher find out."

Yan Yang raised his eyes subconsciously to look at the podium, and the squad leader happened to go up to say something to Feng Yujie, blocking most of his sight, which was a very safe opportunity.

But he still sent Han Yu, "It's okay, I'm not afraid to chat with you."

Han Yu waited longer this time, and only sent three restrained words, "Let's talk about the topic."

Then I answered another one, "Second question, I don't know which formula to use."

Yan Yang took out the textbook from the desk, located the formula, took a photo and sent it to Han Yu.

Han Yu: "I'll see for myself first, stop playing with your phone."

Yan Yang curled his lips, thinking that I didn't play, I came here to find you, but he just replied, "Call me if you have any questions."

Han Yu, "Yes."

Yan Yang thought again, Han Yu's "um" may not be the "um" he understood.

Perhaps Han Yu was copying the formulas on the draft paper, and at the same time worried that Yan Yangwan would be caught by the teacher while peeping at his phone during his self-study, and his ears might be red again.

As soon as he put down his phone, Gao Chen turned to look at him.

Yan Yang was puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Gao Chen was also puzzled, "What are you laughing at?"

Yan Yang: "..."

Did he laugh?

Han Yu didn't send him any more messages, maybe he understood it, but maybe he didn't understand it and was embarrassed to say, but Yan Yang was more inclined to the former guess, after all, Han Yu had a smart face.

The stack of transcripts that Feng Yujie asked for, Yan Yang will only have a chance to read them after returning home at night.

He originally thought that Han Yu's name would be difficult to find, but he didn't expect to see it after turning a few pages.

Although Han Yu's grades haven't reached the average level of the experimental class, they are already impressive in the ordinary class. They are considered outstanding grades and have the potential to squeeze out the "Gao Chen" students.

There were many people with the same name in the second grade of high school, but Yan Yang felt that Han Yu's name was not easy to hit, but he still took a photo and sent it to Han Yu with the mentality of seeking proof.

Yan Yang: "Brother Han Han, is this you?"

Han Yu: "Yes, what's the matter?"

Yan Yang: "It's okay, I just saw it, don't you have good grades?"

It might be a bit weird to be praised by a person with top grades all year round. Han Yu replied after a while, "What are you doing with the transcript?"

Yan Yang: "..."

Is it really strange that he looks at the report card?

He just wanted to see Han Yu's grades on a whim, but it was impossible for Han Yu to admit it in front of him, so he resolutely pushed the blame to Feng Yujie: "Our class teacher asked me to see it."

Han Yu: "Yes."

Yan Yang can now roughly infer what Han Yu really wants to say from a simple "um". For example, now, what he means may be "I barely believe it."

Yan Yang was lying on the bed with his mobile phone in his hands. Seeing that there was no movement from Han Yu's side again, he couldn't help asking, "Have you solved the problem?"

Han Yu directly sent a voice message this time, "I didn't make the third question, and I feel that the conditions given are too few."

Yan Yang's examination paper was with him, and he forgot what he wanted to prove in the third question. He scrolled up the chat history, clicked on the picture, and realized that Han Yu actually took his own examination paper.

Han Yu's scroll was very clear, and the place where he originally answered the question was crossed out. Yan Yang zoomed in on the photo and looked at it, and his thinking was actually right.

He found a pen to copy the topic, drew a few lines under several hidden conditions, and sent it to Han Yu after taking the photo.

Before he had time to say anything, Han Yu quickly replied, "Understood."

Yan Yang held back the words he had prepared, but couldn't say them out.

He stared at these two words for a long time, and the more he looked at them, the more unpleasant they became.

Han Yu understood too quickly!

He listened to Han Yu's voice again, and pressed the call button to ask Han Yu, "Why don't you ask me if you don't know how to do it?"

As soon as the message was sent, he realized that the tone was not very good, and wanted to withdraw and resend it, but he didn't have time.

Han Yu has already heard, "Because you are in class."

Yan Yang: "You can ask first, I will definitely reply when I see it."

Han Yu: "Remember next time."

The text chat didn't feel real, and it was difficult for Yan Yang to deduce Han Yu's attitude from these few words. He vaguely felt that Han Yu seemed very well-behaved, so he couldn't help teasing him.

Yan Yang: "I won't teach you next time."

Han Yu didn't reply right away. Yan Yang waited for more than half a minute, but the phone didn't ring any more. He suspected that Han Yu might have taken it seriously, so he sent another message a little nervously.

Yan Yang: "Unless you ask me."

Soon a voice came out from the opposite side.

Han Yu said, "Please, baa-baa."

His voice was very low, as if it was wet after the rain, and seemed lingering for no reason. Yan Yang's heart beat violently a few times, and he turned off the phone reflexively.

For some reason, he thought of Han Yu under the tree again, and said to him stubbornly, "If you like someone, how can there be someone else in your eyes."

Yan Yang has never liked anyone, and Xing Yihua and Fan Qing's love experience can't inspire him, so he can't say Han Yu's high-level theory of liking.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-olds have as much yearning as embarrassment when it comes to love, and Yan Yang feels that his strange feelings may come from this, even though the origin is from Grandpa Gang Jing's saying "He Shuhuan is beautiful and blessed".

He climbed out of bed and took a bottle of ice water from the small refrigerator, unscrewed it and filled himself with half a bottle.

The light in the bedroom was not turned on, Yan Yang held the water bottle and thought in a daze, "I'm not in love with Han Yu, am I?"