I have time

"You seem to say that you have a problem and let me explain it for you?"

"No, actually I want to ask you, can we establish a long-term cooperation in the future, and let me copy your homework, various subjects." Yi Chengfeng shook the empty bottle in his hand, and said temptingly, "I treat you to drink every day Lime soda!"

"No." Yan Yu resolutely refused, opened the English workbook and began to study the questions.

"Other people have agreed to borrow from you, why can't I?"

"Because I have the final say on my homework."

Yi Chengfeng fiddled with Yan Yu's pen bag, took out the pen he signed for himself just now, unbuttoned it, and unbuttoned it, "You child is ungrateful, crossing rivers and demolishing bridges, unloading and killing... people! "

Duke, he took out his mobile phone and searched for this brand of pens, oops!Young master, you are too low-key, a pen is more than 4000!Doesn't his signature just now have to be worth a hundred and eighty? !

Yi Chengfeng silently put the pen back into the pencil case gently, as carefully as if holding a milk-flavored meringue roll that would fall apart when he blows on it.

It's not surprising, when he was eight years old, he gave himself a watch worth more than a thousand yuan. If it was a joke like putting jelly beans, maybe he wouldn't be wronged and beaten.It's scary to be rich!

Yi Chengfeng was just about to run away with his new notebook, when Yan Yu suddenly looked up at him, "If you don't want to do your homework, then don't do it, and if you want to copy your homework quickly, you can't even practice handwriting, what a waste of time, your own , and the teacher's."

Yi Chengfeng raised his butt and dropped it back, "It's a waste of time not to copy. The teacher called me to the office for a long time. The starting price is half an hour. I can finish copying that homework in 5 minutes!"

It’s not that he doesn’t want to write by himself, it’s just that the teachers are too good at keeping him. He’s very busy, okay? He has to eat, sleep, practice and play football... How can he do all the homework by himself? .

"You think I'm talking about you." In the affirmative sentence, Yan Yu seemed to believe that his talking was reflecting himself, and dropped his eyes to ignore him.

Oh my god, angry? "Hey, no... Then, why don't you tell me a question, and I promise to remember it?"

Yan Yu pointed to the notes in his hand, "Then memorize all of these, or return the notes to me, I'll tear them up and use them as straw paper."

Yi Chengfeng hid the note behind his back, "No way! It's mine if you give it to me, and my name is on it!"

Prodigal kid, you still use genuine leather for playing straw paper, don't you ask others if they agree?

"And where's my lime soda?"

Sure enough, he couldn't reason with Xueba, so Yi Chengfeng stood up, "Okay! I'll buy another bottle and pay you back!"

Before school, Mr. Wang came to explain the division of arts and sciences to everyone. He hoped that his grades would be low, especially those students who did not have an advantage in physics and chemistry. He then asked the class leader to send a form to everyone. , Three days of consideration time, submitted next Monday, must be signed by the parents of both parties.

Yan Yu looked at Yi Chengfeng, he folded the form into his schoolbag as soon as he got the form, as if he hadn't lost his mind at all.

If you choose science, I will help you with one question every day, how about it?

Yan Yu took out a pen, filled the form without hesitation in science, and then signed his name.

He is particularly interested in both physics and computers, and would like to engage in research in this direction in the future.

If the Yanjia factory had been more automated and not completely dependent on labor-intensive production capacity, it might not have been eliminated by the market so quickly.

If the Yan family's factory had been kept open, their family might still be living in Meichuan, his father would not die, his mother would not need to remarry, and he would not be disabled.

The bottle of lime soda that was full on the window sill looked like tears were streaming down his face, and a puddle of water appeared at the bottom of the bottle.Yan Yu took out a tissue and wiped the bottle carefully, then passed it to his mouth and took a small sip.

***

Yan Yu has developed a new habit, which is to browse the class group for a while before going to bed.

At the moment, the group is discussing the classification of arts and sciences, and one or two students have already made it clear that they will choose liberal arts, and they are all ranked in the bottom ten.

No.30 Nine... Oh no, No.40...

Tonight, Yan Yu finally met Zhuang Meichan for the first time after school started. In order to keep her figure, she didn't eat too much dinner, but she finally sat at the dining table patiently and drank a bowl of stewed bird's nest with Sydney. A few words.

Before she got impatient, Yan Yu took out the form and signed it for her. Zhuang Meichan signed it without even looking at it. It didn't matter as much as the inheritance agreement signed at Yan's house that was very unfavorable to her.

Such a perfunctory attitude cut Yan Yu's heart like a sharp knife. Since he was injured in a car accident, his mother no longer supervised his homework and asked about his grades like before.

In the past, he was the mother's hope, the only man she could rely on besides her father, and she was patiently waiting for him to grow up, become stronger, and give her the life she wanted.

Now that this is the case, is it concluded that he can't do it?In the eyes of his mother, he may already be a useless person, so there is no expectation.

Yan Yu glanced at the column of his father's signature. In fact, it could be left blank. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up a pen and wrote two words on it: Yan Xiao

His handwriting is very similar to his father's. If it is said that his handwriting is like his own, it means that the father and son also look very similar, but his face is softened by Zhuang Meichan, and he does not have the dignity and majesty of his father.

Someone in the group was discussing a geometry proof problem, but after swiping several screens, they couldn't get a definite answer.

Thriving: Otherwise, ask classmate A Yan, maybe he will understand @维羽

Yan Yu turned to the front and glanced at the title, then struggled to get up from the bed, lay down at the table and wrote down the derivation process carefully, took photos and uploaded them.

It’s the sauce, the sauce is the sauce, and the logic of the sauce is very smooth!Ayan is great!

Very clear, you can understand it at a glance, refill~

Ayan's handwriting is really beautiful, can I join our blackboard newspaper team in the future?

4 Ah 4 Ah, I saw A Yan's chemistry class notes today and want to copy them!

I said that Ayan must be able to solve it, can I ask for advice if I have any questions in the future?

That's not Ayan's notebook, it's Yi Chengfeng's, right?

But the handwriting is Ayan's handwriting, Yi Chengfeng can't write such beautiful notes even if he uses both hands and feet.

"..."

Yan Yu hurriedly replied with one line: learn from each other, know everything.

After scrolling for a while, Yan Yu inadvertently caught a glimpse of a message saying "What is Yanweidie's group number? Please delay!", Yanweidie?Why his last name?

However, after this ID asked the question, there was no further text. It seemed that no one in the group saw it, and Pi Li Pa La quickly brushed up the message without a trace.

***

On Friday, the last school day without evening self-study, Yan Yu saw Yi Chengfeng who was training from a distance when he passed by the door of the teaching building.

He was practicing start running with several other team members on the [-]-meter track, when he saw Yan Yu suddenly leave the track and run towards the west door, he waved to him while running, and then moved away a bicycle blocking the barrier-free passage.

Yan Yu entered the classroom and looked out through the window, huh?There were three more pots of "Silver Queen" on the empty window sill. Shining silver threads appeared in the middle of the stretched green leaves. Each pot was full of vitality and moving.

In this way, people outside can't see him?

After Yi Chengfeng uttered harsh words, no one came to open the window anymore, but people passing by on the path still looked at him from time to time.

Yan Yu felt a little warm, the students in Class [-] are very friendly.

He used his mobile phone to take a group photo of the three pots of green plants, and then sent it to the class group, with a postscript: Very beautiful, I will remember to water them.

In the past, the Yan family also raised some evergreens, and the Silver Queen was one of them. The appearance of these three pots should be raised with great care.

Someone in the group responded quickly. Feng Wanyue just walked into the classroom with her mobile phone in her hand. She went straight to the window, took a closer look at the three pots of green plants, and sniffed the scent that probably didn't exist. "Uncle Yi really knows how to grow flowers, better than last time The two pots given to my family are even better."

who?Uncle Yi?

Yan Yu raised his head and looked at Feng Wanyue suspiciously.

"Don't you know? This should be the flower raised by Yi Chengfeng's father. His father is an expert in cultivation."

"..."

So, these flowers were brought here by Yi Chengfeng?

He just showed off in the group! ! !

Another new message popped up in the class group, Polang: Just as long as you like it.

When Yan Yu turned his head, he saw Yi Chengfeng wandering in from the back door with a narrow smile on his face.

***

After morning reading, Yu Qi went to the back row and opened his locker. The brand-new textbooks were covered with dust and mud spots. Dirty books are taken out and tidied up.

He didn't intend to defend his rights or tell the monitor teacher, as if he was not surprised by this kind of thing, he accepted it after a little patience.

Yan Yu handed him a few wet paper towels. Those stains were obviously made by someone who used the locker as a trash can to sweep it on purpose. Was it the student on duty this morning or last night?Why do you do this?

"Let's change the cabinet back, the things I put in are not very useful."

"It's okay." Yu Qi seemed to be no longer sad, "I just remember to lock it every day, thank you for the tissue, wipe it very clean, it won't affect anything."

He tidied up, took the books he needed for class, locked the cabinet door and returned to his seat.

During the big class break in the morning, Yi Chengfeng went back to the classroom after the exercise, and picked up the beautiful leaves of the Silver Queen one by one.

"Should I practice once in the morning? I looked online yesterday... Maybe I can recover a bit if I persist."

Yan Yu glanced at him and quickly looked away.People come and go here, my classmates!

Yi Chengfeng probably understood that he was embarrassed, and knocked on the corner of his desk, "Come with me."

Yan Yu was taken by him to the storage rooms on the short side of the L-shaped corridor, and Yi Chengfeng pushed open an unlocked door and motioned him to go in.

The room had an obvious dusty smell due to the lack of ventilation for a long time, and countless tiny particles swirled and danced in the light and shadow coming in through the window.

There are some dilapidated tables and chairs piled up in the innermost corner, and the rest are sports equipment such as jumping boxes, barbells, and cushions, which should be eliminated by the school.

"Here, no one usually comes here." Yi Chengfeng closed the door, and the slight echo created a sense of mystery for his words.Probably in order to reassure Yan Yu, he left that door plug that didn't look very strong.

This room is only half the size of an ordinary classroom, because it is located in the corner of the building and there is not enough light.

The skinny young man in white pushed the wheelchair and slowly ran over the old time, and then looked back suddenly, there was a sense of unreality created by the LOMO style.

Yi Chengfeng walked up to him, squatted down to make sure the handbrake was on, then stood up and stretched out his arms to him, "Let's get started, 10 minutes."

The author has something to say:

Yi Dafeng: A hug makes you healthier!

Yan Xiaoyu: Can you be more serious?don't let go...

Yi Dafeng: Hold yourself tight, let me loose, hehe

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