Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Fu Yuhan glanced at his hand, "Who are you messaging?"

"Tongtong." Yang Fan said, "She woke up, I asked her to ask for a leave of absence for me."

"...Oh, but is it okay for you to ask for leave like this?"

"It's okay, besides, I can go back to the class after I send you off - maybe I won't be able to attend two classes."

"Then what's the reason for the leave?"

"The prostate is swollen, so I need a minor operation." Yang Fan said.

"...cough, cough, cough." Fu Yuhan was so choked up that he couldn't speak, and gave him a thumbs up.

Straight men are awesome.

It's too bullshit.

The entrance to the station is not too far away, just a few steps away from the two elevators.

There were a lot of people queuing up, and Fu Yuhan knew at a glance that he didn't have much time to wait for Wen Yu.

He suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had told him that he was going to take an exam the day before yesterday, he wouldn't be like this today.

At first I was embarrassed, but then I thought, wait until his "farewell ceremony" is over.

But I didn't expect to have such a fight with Wen Yu that I couldn't say a word in the end.

"Then I..." He glanced at the time and said to Yang Fan, "Go ahead and line up."

"Don't wait, wait," Yang Fan held him down, "How about waiting another minute?"

Fu Yuhan was a little strange: "Why do you seem more active than me..."

"because--"

Before Yang Fan finished speaking, he turned his head.

Far to the left of the entrance, a person is running towards here.

Even though the air was humid and there was ice on the ground, he strode forward with two long legs regardless, and ran towards here persistently.

"Fuck," Yang Fan was dumbfounded, "Is he not afraid of slipping?"

Fu Yuhan opened his mouth.

He watched Wen Yu running up to him with a big bag in his arms.

The handsome and unrestrained demeanor was still unsteady in the end, Wen Yu slipped three steps away, but fortunately he didn't fall.

"Haha...haha..." He panted heavily, looking at him with fixed eyes.

"Brother Yu," Fu Yuhan blinked, "You..."

Wen Yu stretched out a hand, beckoning him to stop talking, and panting, handed him the bag: "This is... something I planned to give you..."

Fu Yuhan took it, and when he lowered his eyes, he was taken aback.

Inside the bag was a transparent plastic box and a buffer. From the exposed corner, it was the disassembled machine RX-93.

"I tried sticking a bit, though maybe..." He gasped, "It's not perfect."

As Wen Yu said, he took out a small box from his pocket and threw it into the big paper bag in front of Fu Yuhan: "This is... the lucky star I'm going to give you."

This is the small paper box that Fu Yuhan picked up yesterday.

It turned out to be for him.

"and also--"

Wen Yu paused, then tore off the cashmere scarf from his neck and threw it over, "I wanted to tell you before, don't always wear clothes with your collar open in winter."

A gust of wind blew by, and the cashmere scarf covered his face.

The body temperature of the other party and the lingering smell of LeLabo shower gel filled all of Fu Yuhan's senses instantly.

In the gap of the scarf, he saw a black rope that was pulled out along with the scarf at the neckline of the other party.

—with star dripping balls hanging from it that he spent all night making.

I don't know how long the other party has been hanging up without telling him.