the moon in the attic

The day when the results of the monthly exam were released this time happened to be a week off, and it also happened to be Gao Chen's birthday.

Gao Chen was filled with sadness and joy for a while, feeling conflicted that even though I failed the exam, I didn't need to be scolded, but my birthday wasn't very happy.

Seeing that he was half dead, Yan Yang suggested selfishly, "Let's have dinner tonight."

Gao Chen pouted, "Your treat."

Yan Yang nodded, "Well, please."

"Then I want to eat..." Gao Chen was interrupted by Yan Yang before he could say anything.

Yan Yang lowered his head and didn't know who he was sending a message to, so he didn't even lift his head, and said on his own, "Would you like to eat barbecue? Go to Han Yu's."

Gao Chen didn't really want to eat anything in particular. After agreeing, he thought of something and asked again, "Brother Yu..."

Ever since Yan Yang "picked up" with Han Yu last time, there has been some ambiguous subtlety between the two of them, and they chat late every night.

Yan Yang said last night that Gao Chen had his birthday today, so Han Yu asked them if they would like to come to the barbecue restaurant for dinner.

Yan Yang naturally wanted to go, he put away his phone and told Gao Chen, "He has to work at night."

Gao Chen hesitated, "Is this not good? Let's eat, Brother Yu..."

"It's okay," Yan Yang said, "He's not someone who cares about these things."

Gao Chen thought about it, and felt that it was indeed the case, so he felt relieved, "Then I'll tell Da Hua and Ji Hao."

Before he even raised his butt, the class bell rang. Feng Yujie walked in with a stack of papers, with a happy face, picked up chalk and wrote four large characters on the blackboard, "Laughing with Anger".

This time the grades in class three of the monthly exam were so ugly that the atmosphere in the class was stagnant, and the people who usually whispered to each other stopped talking. Feng Yujie said with a smile, "Come on, raise your heads."

Seeing that no one responded, Feng Yujie leaned on the multimedia and asked, "Hey, what's going on today? It's so quiet, where are the stand-up comedians in our class?"

No one in the class responded, Feng Yujie said, "Don't say anything, right? Then let me say, I learned a new idiom today, let me tell you about it?"

Under the attack of a group of elbows, the squad leader bite the bullet and said, "Teacher, calm down."

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Yujie lowered his head and picked out her paper from a pile of test papers, "Squad leader, looking at your paper, I really can't calm down."

The squad leader is a cute girl, usually quite noisy, outgoing and unsympathetic, she immediately stood up and admitted her mistake, "Brother Jie, next time I will definitely..."

"Stop, stop," she was interrupted by Feng Yujie before she finished speaking. Feng Yujie requisitioned a pen from the first row of tables and pulled a piece of paper from someone, "Okay, let's talk."

"Huh?" The squad leader was a little confused.

Feng Yujie waved at her with a pen, "What will you do next time? I'll make a note of it, don't look back and I'm the only one who remembers it. You all forget the back of your head."

The squad leader shot himself in the foot with a rock, and said with a bitter face, "I will definitely improve next time."

"Well," Feng Yujie nodded, and wrote it down slowly, "sit down."

The squad leader immediately sat down, hid behind the pile of books to block Feng Yujie's death sight, and patted his heart with lingering fear.

Feng Yujie started flipping through the test papers again. Seeing this, everyone almost buried their heads in the belly of the table, for fear that their own test papers would be picked out.

"Gao Chen." Feng Yujie tapped on the table with his pen.

Gao Chen stood up with a sad face, "Teacher, I'm good at physics this time... right?"

"Okay?" Feng Yujie took out his paper and shook it, then asked him, "What class are you in?"

"Class three." Gao Chen said honestly.

"What class is the third class?" Feng Yujie walked to him with the paper and handed it to him in person, "Do you think the experimental class is 'okay'?"

Gao Chen took the paper, glanced down, and looked away in horror, and reasoned through the three subjects. He was only good at physics, and Feng Yujie was enough to give him face.

"Next time," Feng Yujie knocked on his desk, "If you can't get 260 in the comprehensive test, just move it to the desk for me and listen to it. When will the score go up and when will you go back, remember?"

If there is a ranking list for the seats in the classroom, the two tables next to the multimedia will definitely firmly occupy the top of the list of "the most hated seats in the class".

Gao Chen pouted and nodded, Feng Yujie said, "Speak."

"Understood." Gao Chensheng said helplessly.

After Gao Chen sat down, Feng Yujie tapped again, "It's the second exam, and I'm taking snacks, thinking that everything will be fine if I get into the experimental class? Whether you can keep it in the final placement test is a big skill."

"This year is quite special, and we didn't organize you to start the exam," Feng Yujie walked back to the podium, "otherwise someone would cry when the semester starts, right Xing Yihua?"

In addition to the monthly exam, the experimental class also allocates two nights for self-study every week to organize a weekly exam. The scale is small and it is only ranked within the class. Feng Yujie will criticize Xing Yihua by name every time after the exam.

As soon as this repertoire came out, some people in the class couldn't hold back their laughter. Feng Yujie immediately found out the source, "Disciplinary committee, is it funny?"

The disciplinary committee shook his head, "It's not funny."

Feng Yujie picked up a pen and gestured to record it on paper, "Tell me your goal."

The disciplinary committee member had a bitter face, and set himself a small goal that was not high, but Feng Yujie took a sharp look at him, and then changed his words and set a goal that would kill him.

Only then did Feng Yujie let him go, and called out as usual, "Class representative?"

Yan Yang sighed and stood up.

When Yan Yang left the examination room, he felt that the test was not very good this time, but he did not expect that the third class generally did not do well in the test, so it was not particularly obvious that he was not bad.

"I took a report card from me last time, have you read it?" Feng Yujie asked gently.

Although it was out of date, Yan Yang thought of Han Yu again, so he quickly stopped thinking, "Look."

Feng Yujie looked down at the paper and asked, "Is this result because you have no room for improvement, or because you don't want to improve?"

These words were a bit serious, Yan Yang didn't dare to answer them, at this time everything was wrong, so he just lowered his head and pretended to admit his mistakes humbly.

"Don't pretend," Feng Yujie said to expose him, "When the final placement test, there will definitely be people from the ordinary class. There are only so many people in the class. I know who will be squeezed out."

Yan Yang stood and listened to him lecture on irrelevant things for a long time before Feng Yujie said, "Let me find out later that you copied homework for someone in a certain class, such as Chen, Hua, etc..."

He took a step to the side, pointed to the position where he was standing just now with a pen, and continued, "You also move the table to the front."

Feng Yujie was obviously furious that day, after training his class representative, he trained other class representatives, and finally made a joke, "If I want to know who dares to file a complaint, just wait for me. "

Only then did the class become active, and someone asked with a smile, "Brother Jie, what are you waiting for?"

Feng Yujie threw a chalk tip over and said innocently, "I usually do not do much homework."

The person who spoke first was pushed down by the surrounding people, Feng Yujie couldn't help laughing, "Let's go to class."

The people in class three were not in a good mood that day, and they could still catch their breath when they were criticized by teachers with a good temper like Feng Yujie. When they caught up with teachers with a bad temper, they would criticize people with guns and sticks, and the whole class had a hard time.

Today just happened to be the weekend holiday, and it was not easy to make it to the end of school. The good-tempered and bad-tempered teachers handed out a stack of test papers respectively.

Gao Chen leaned against Yan Yang's desk with a pile of test papers in his arms, "Master, today may be the last birthday in my life."

Yan Yang pushed him away, "As for?"

"As for...?" Gao Chen complained, "Listen, is this a human language? 13 sheets, a total of 13 sheets, one and a half days off, when will I write?"

Yan Yang sorted out the papers, "You can write at least 3 papers before dinner tonight."

"No," Gao Chen shook his head, "No, I can't write."

Yan Yang frowned and pushed him away, "Don't shake, what are you doing if you don't write the paper this afternoon?"

Gao Chen said with a sullen face, "My dad is back from a business trip, and I'm about to go home to receive loving education from him and my mom. Maybe my right hand will be damaged and I won't be able to hold a pen."

Yan Yang said indifferently, "Then congratulations, you don't need to do homework anymore."

Gao Chen made a gesture of holding his heart, "I don't even dare to look at the overall list this time. I must have already left the experimental class. If it wasn't for my birthday, my parents would really beat me up."

He reminded Yan Yang that he would go to the office to make a grade list in a while.

They made an appointment in the evening, Gao Chen went home to receive love education, Yan Yang packed up his things, and sent a message to Han Yu, "Brother Han Han, are you leaving?"

Han Yu: "No."

Yan Yang: "I'm hungry."

After sending the message, he put the phone away and went straight to the office.

Yan Yang knocked on the office door, but Feng Yujie did not leave.

"Yan Yang?" Feng Yujie asked, "Which teacher are you looking for?"

Yan Yang walked over, "I'm not looking for any teacher, please help me make a general list."

Feng Yujie clicked on the computer a few times, "Do you really want to see it?"

Of course it wasn't because of what Feng Yujie said in class, Yan Yang wanted to see someone else, but he said vaguely, "Ah, I want to see it."

Feng Yujie handed him the typed report card, "According to this test, the few people in the back of our class are in danger."

Yan Yang nodded absently, the phone in his pocket kept vibrating, and Feng Yujie stopped him when he wanted to leave.

"Yan Yang," Feng Yujie leaned back on the chair, "do you need to report to me if there is anything?"

Yan Yang blinked, feeling uncertain, but said innocently on his face, "What's the matter?"

Feng Yujie raised his eyebrows, "Like a relationship... or something."

Yan Yang subconsciously wanted to throw the vibrating cell phone out of his pocket. Although he and Han Yu hadn't fallen in love yet, Yan Yang felt guilty and felt that Feng Yujie looked at him with a look of "I know everything." profound meaning.

Yan Yang denied, "Brother Jie, I'm not in a relationship."

"Really," Feng Yujie smiled, "I also came here at your age, so if you don't say anything about this kind of thing, you can be sure, at least I have some experience."

No matter how courageous a seventeen or eighteen-year-old person is, he dare not tell the whole story to his teachers and parents, not to mention that Yan Yang doesn't like any little girls.

Yan Yang's heart tightened, he licked his lips and did not dare to speak again.

"You know how strict the school is on this matter, if you don't know, just ask Xing Yihua," Feng Yujie said, "That's all I have to say, you can watch for yourself."

People of this age are born with a rebellious mood, the more adults refuse to do something, the more they have to fight against it, Feng Yujie stopped, Yan Yang raised his hand to touch his face, and asked, "Brother Jie, why do you say I'm in a relationship? "

Feng Yujie pointed to his pocket, "When I look at the phone, my mouth reaches to the ears. How can a normal person chat like this?"

Yan Yang also felt that he was peeking at the phone seamlessly, and Feng Yujie pointed it out, which made him a little ashamed.

Feng Yujie seemed to know what he was thinking, "What are you doing down there, the teacher can't see you?"

Yan Yang pretended to be calm, Feng Yujie patted him on the shoulder, "Go."

As soon as Yan Yang left the office, he quickly took out his mobile phone. Han Yu had already sent him three messages.

Han Yu: "What do you want to eat?"

Han Yu: "Do you want to go to the cafeteria?"

Han Yu: "Baa baa?"

Yan Yang went to the classroom to get things, turned to the stairwell and leaned against the wall, the tension of being caught by the teacher passed away, "I was scared to death."

Han Yu: "What's wrong?"

Yan Yang typed quickly with his fingers: "I just went to the office to print something, and my head teacher asked me if I was in a relationship."

Han Yu was silent for a while, Yan Yang walked downstairs slowly, Han Yu asked, "What do you say?"

Yan Yang pressed the voice button and asked Han Yu, "What do you think?"

Han Yu replied honestly, "I don't know."

Yan Yang held down the voice button and was about to speak when he saw a man standing there in a daze in the stairwell.

In November, the weather was much colder, and the whole second grade of senior high school happily changed from the hot-eyed green summer school uniform T-shirts to blue and white autumn school uniforms.

Han Yu rolled up his sleeves and stood solemnly at the stairs.

Seeing Yan Yang coming down, he took two steps up and took his schoolbag naturally, "Don't play with your phone when you go down the stairs."

Yan Yang picked up his mobile phone, "Didn't you play it too?"

Han Yu said, "I'm going upstairs."

Yan Yang didn't say anything anymore, he put his arms around Han Yu's shoulders, and asked knowingly, "After school, what are you doing upstairs? Looking for a teacher?"

His whole body was hung on Han Yu's shoulder, in an overly intimate posture.

In fact, both of them were a little nervous, but Yan Yang wanted to save face, and he would never let go of his arms when he hugged them. Han Yu was bored, but he wanted Yan Yang to get close to him.

He was pressed down by Yan Yang, fearing that he would fall, he walked slowly while holding on to the handrail, with his hands weakly protecting Yan Yang's back.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Yang asked persistently, "Ask you, what are you doing upstairs?"

"Looking for you." Han Yu said.

Yan Yang pursed his lips, looked back to see that no one was there, moved closer to Han Yu, and cleared his throat in a pretentious manner, but he still smiled, "Why do you want me?"

Han Yu tilted his head to glance at him and then looked away, leaving only the tip of his red ear facing Yan Yang, "I'll take you to dinner."

"Oh," Yan Yang asked, "what do you take me to eat?"

They got very close, and when Yan Yang spoke, the heat was on Han Yu's neck, he moved a little uncomfortably, and Yan Yang pulled him over again, "Brother Han Han, are you hiding from me?"

Han Yu whispered, "No."

After teasing Han Yu enough, Yan Yang blushed, let go of him and jumped down the steps, turned his back to Han Yu and said arrogantly, "I don't want to go to the cafeteria, and I don't want to go out to eat."

Han Yu understood what he meant, followed him a few steps, and skillfully invited, "Do you want to come to my house?"

Yan Yang pretended to be embarrassed, "But my family should already be preparing lunch."

Knowing that he was acting like a baby, Han Yu coaxed him happily, and asked in a low voice, "I won't go back to eat today, is that okay?"

Yan Yang pretended to be distressed, "Okay then."

Han Yu pursed his lips and smiled, and went to the carport with him to pick up the car. When the two of them pushed the car out of the school gate, Yan Yang asked, "Brother Han Han, what are you doing for me?"

Holding his schoolbag in one hand, Han Yu clicked on his mobile phone photo album to show Yan Yang, which was a screenshot of how to make sweet and sour ribs on the webpage.

"Sweet and sour short ribs?" Yan Yang asked uncertainly.

"Well," Han Yu said, his ears turned red again, "I haven't done it before, I need to learn."

Yan Yang's heart tightened, and he asked uncertainly, "Why do you want to learn this all of a sudden?"

"It wasn't sudden." Han Yu denied it flatly.

Yan Yang licked his lips, "Oh."

They walked out of the school gate side by side, Yan Yang asked, "Do you want to buy a small row first?"

"No," Han Yu said, "I've bought it."

Yan Yang oh again, the two stopped talking and walked quietly side by side.

Yan Yang's car can't carry people. Fortunately, Han Yu's house is not too far away. Yan Yang pushed the car along the side of the road, and the wheels rolled over the fallen leaves on the ground, occasionally picking up a few leaves.

Yan Yang looked down for a while, but couldn't help it, "Brother Han Han."

Han Yu seemed to be waiting for him to speak, and answered quickly.

After he responded, he also realized that he was expecting too much, and lowered his head a little annoyed.

Yan Yang rubbed the hand on the handlebar unconsciously, "Sweet and sour short ribs, who did you want to make it for?"

Although Han Yu was completely red from the side of his face to his ears, he still turned his head and looked at Yan Yang seriously.

He said, "I'll do it for you."

Yan Yang wanted to ask you how you know I love sweet and sour short ribs, but he was too embarrassed to say so, so he changed it to, "Did you know I would go?"

Han Yu shook his head, "I don't know."

Yan Yang asked: "Then why are you?"

Han Yu whispered, "I just really want you to come."

They turned a corner while they were talking, and they left the No. [-] Middle School gate behind. Yan Yang let go of one hand holding the handlebar, and let it hang down to his side calmly, and the cuffs of their school uniforms touched each other.

Yan Yang's voice was dry, "Our homeroom teacher suspects that I'm in a relationship, what should I say?"

Before he finished speaking, Han Yu's fingers touched the back of his hand that was deliberately hanging by his side.

Yan Yang dodged unconsciously, and Han Yu's hand chased after him again, smacked him vaguely a few times, and grabbed his hand hesitantly.

Han Yu stared ahead expressionlessly, and Yan Yang didn't tilt his head, looking serious like two unfamiliar friends.

They walked a long distance holding hands, Yan Yang's palms were burning, and his fingers were no longer so stiff.

Only then did Han Yu say, "You can talk to him, you are about to talk."