Quitting My Studies, ‘coz I Want to Date!

Come to the app to support the author~　　 "Wait." Yao Yi carried a bowl of porridge and fried dough sticks and planned to sit down and eat.

Fu Chuan paused and looked back.

"You stuff the buns in your schoolbags, someone in the teaching building will take them early!" Yao Yi was once instilled in countless experiences by Zhao Qian.

Fu Chuan looked down at his schoolbag and slowly put the buns and eggs in it.

When I go back in the afternoon, I should let Uncle Li buy a new one. Fu Chuan thought before walking out of the canteen.

Because the war spread between classes, Fu Chuan and Yao Yi's so-called war books were ignored. In line with Fu Chuan's wishes, he spent more than a month calmly and indifferently, and ushered in the mid-term exam.

To be honest, without Yao Yi's accident, he could spend the entire high school as smoothly as ever.

A group of people who are immersed in reading accounted for the majority, and Fu Chuan was indifferent to the other girls, and even usually could not communicate with each other.

"Student Fu Chuan hasn't seen it for a long time." With two pens, Yao Yihuan entered the first examination room.

Since the two separated in the cafeteria, they haven't seen each other for more than a month. Yao is very friendly to good classmates, and greetings are her usual politeness.

Fu Chuan nodded slightly, but he didn't really want to respond. For more than a month, he deliberately staggered the time between class and get out of class, just to stop meeting Yao Yi, but forgot that the two of them will definitely be at the front and back of the exam.

"You should pay attention to the answering steps in the exam. There are some things that can't be saved. The teacher in No. 1 Middle School is already strict in changing the test paper." Yao Yi was extremely sincere and suggested to Fu Chuan.

It was just a suggestion to adopt it or not, and Yao Yi quickly ignored it, because the first exam was Chinese. She did all the objective questions or reading comprehension in the front perfectly, and when she wrote the essay later, she started to panic.

Yao Yi thinks that he is simple and clear in making words, logical thinking is fluent, in short, it is good. However, the teachers in No. 1 Middle School couldn't appreciate it, and the scores were all very low.

Before the exam, the Chinese teacher of Class 2 specifically asked her to talk to her again, asking Yao Yi not to use his own thinking to write, but to piece together from the sample essay. At the very least, she passed the essay, plus the curling points in front of her, enough not to drag her back.

Yao Yi was reluctant. She had a good memory, and she really wanted to piece together a few sample essays without turning over the book. However, the teacher also said that the test is based on the score to judge the hero, and you can't care about too many other things.

Looking at Yao Yi, who was constantly moving the stool in front of him, Fu Chuan stretched out his slender fingers and touched her: "Be safe."

Yao Yi's back stiffened for an instant. Knowing that he was interrupting his classmates' exams, he didn't dare to move.

Finally the teacher came to collect the test papers, and Fu Chuan just saw Yao Yi's curled face, his brows twitched.

Yao Yi's words seemed to be swept to the left by a gust of wind and his feet crooked. His name is written decently, and the pen is sharp and clean.

The teacher has gone to collect another set of test papers, Yao Yi turned his head and apologized: "I'm sorry just now."

Fu Chuan picked up the file bag and stood up: "It's okay."

He didn't want to stay with Yao again and again, he always felt that something bad would happen, especially to him.

"What are you two talking about?" Han Jiaojiao was also in the first examination room, sneaking over and asked, "The invigilator looked at you a few times before."

"Nothing. I think I wrote the essay well this time." Yao Yi was confident, "all in accordance with the model of the essay."

"You didn't mean to write in accordance with the model essay, it is a soulless composition?" Han Jiaojiao laughed.

Once the teacher criticized Yao Yi by name in class, saying that her article was **** and unwilling to imitate the model essay. Yao Yi immediately raised his head and said that Fan Wen is dead, and her composition has a soul.

...

"Ogawa."

Fu Chuan pulled the car door and accidentally saw someone in the back seat.

"Mom." Fu Chuan silently sat in the original position, his face calm.

"I'll come to see you, can you still adapt to Yanshi?" Jiang Lanxiuya's face was slightly worried, "Although Lugu Mountain has a good scenery, the Yanshi below is still a bit worse."

"Very good, quiet." Fu Chuan leaned back in his chair, smiling lightly, "Mom, don't worry too much."

"Mom has nothing to do these few days, so I can stay in Yan City to accompany you." Jiang Lan is just such a son, always wanting him to live well.

"Um."

Jiang Lan sorted out the embroidered shawl on his shoulders, and said softly: "I heard your head teacher say that you are competing with the classmates in the next class for the first grade?"

Although Jiang Lan didn't care about Fu Chuan's achievements, he was very pleased with his current initiative. Maybe it was because of being weak since childhood, Fu Chuan always showed an indifferent attitude towards everything, even she couldn't figure out what her son was interested in.

"It's Yao..." Jiang Lan tried to recall the name he had just heard.

"Yao Yi." Fu Chuan added, "No, it's a misunderstanding."

"That's it." Jiang Lan was a bit disappointed and somewhat unexpected, after all, this was her son.

There are not many people on Fengyang Road in the morning, and occasionally hawkers set up stalls. Fu Chuan's mother and son got off the car, still attracting the eyes of all passers-by.

Jiang Lan wore an embroidered shawl, with long black hair and bright, elegant temperament. He and Fu Chuan now attract countless eyes.

"Your dad originally wanted you to study abroad, but it still depends on Xiaochuan's wishes." Jiang Lan hesitated.

There is only one child in the family, and the family business will be inherited by Ogawa in the future. It's just that... Xiaochuan has been getting better these years, and the couple still can't bear to let their son go so far abroad.

"There are still two years, I'll talk later." Fu Chuan helped his mother calmly.

"Yeah." Jiang Lan helped her son to fix the broken hair, and said with a smile, "Mom knows that you don't want to have long hair. When you reach the age of eighteen, you will decide to leave your hair at that time."

Fu Jiazu had kindness to a Taoist priest. When Fu Chuan was born, the Taoist priest personally went down the mountain hoping to take him to practice. Of course, the Fu family disagreed. The Taoist priest had to leave a piece of jade pendant and said to protect Fu Chuan from disasters, and hoped that he could keep his long hair until he reached the age of eighteen.

In the beginning, the Fu family didn't care. The ancestors were friendships of the ancestors. What's more, now that they pay attention to socialism, where to believe in Gods and Taoism.

Only later, Fu Chuan's body became weaker and weaker, so many doctors couldn't find the reason. In the end, he could only pin his hopes on what the Taoist priest said. Unexpectedly, after wearing the jade pendant, Fu Chuan really got better.

Yupei was broken when Fu Chuan was fourteen years old. He was seriously ill that night, and the entire Fu family was frightened. Jiang Lan and her husband Fu Kuan went up the mountain to ask the Taoist priest for a jade pendant. The Taoist priest did not see them, but said that everything has its own destiny.

It's also strange that Fu Chuan didn't have any serious problems in the next two years, but his body gradually became stronger.

But his indifferent temper has not changed.

Jiang Lan didn't even stay until the day Fu Chuan produced results, she still had something to go back to Beijing to deal with.

On the day of the grades, Fu Chuan didn't go to school, he asked the head teacher for a leave and stayed at home.

"Master, do you want a doctor to come over?" Uncle Li worried that Fu Chuan was unwell.

"Uncle Li, go busy, don't worry about me." Fu Chuan's face was as usual, "I don't want to go to school today."

Uncle Li nodded, seeing that the young master did not seem to be sick, so he didn't call his wife to inform him. After all, the young master in Beijing sometimes suddenly doesn't go to school.

This time the grade did not tie for first place.

The bulletin board has not yet started to post, the people in Class 1 and Class 2 have spontaneously stood there and waited.

"Why haven't you come?" Han Jiaojiao turned around two times anxiously.

"I think the mid-term exam is much more difficult than last time. The difficulty of mathematics, physics and chemistry is obviously doubled." Zhao Qian was a little nervous. He felt that he had not done well in the exam last time. "I won't be out of 100."

Although he usually looks chic, Zhao Qian is still nervous at this moment. He is more serious than he just started school, but there are too many masters in the school this year.

"Reassure, it's difficult for everyone." Li Ge smiled. He is well balanced in all subjects. He has basically learned the city. It's just that some expansions are not so flexible, but those who can expand and apply flexibly are not only those people in the whole grade?

"It's almost going to class, why don't you come out to post your grades." A classmate wearing glasses was also anxious.

Until the class bell rang, there was still no movement of posting scores. The students who were around were all driven back to class.

"Did you see it?" Yao Yi just finished the problem and planned to take out the textbook for this class.

"Not yet posted." Zhao Qian said in frustration, he didn't even want to eat snacks.

"Hey, hey, here comes!" Li Ge by the window noticed that there were two teachers underneath carrying the list and walking up the bulletin board.

"Who is first?" Han Jiaojiao pulled Li Ge excitedly, trying to see what's famous.

"How can I see it so far?" Zhao Qian leaned back in his chair to be unlovable.

Han Jiaojiao didn't believe in evil, so he leaned out half of his body.

"It's done, it's done!" Han Jiaojiao grabbed Li Ge's round belly and said excitedly.

"Who?" Li Ge struggled and turned his head to see clearly.

"The teacher is here." Yao Yi knocked on the table to remind.

The two immediately sat down, as if nothing happened.

The first class is a Chinese class, and the teacher does not have a transcript in his hand. People in the class are impetuous, and the classroom atmosphere is not very good.

"Yao Yi, Yao Yi!" Han Jiaojiao's eyes exuded enthusiasm, turned his head and said, "I saw it! The first place is two words, it must be you!"

"..." Yao Yi was silent for a while, "Student Fu Chuan is also a two-character name."

Han Jiaojiao's expression was startled, and he was immediately dumbfounded.

"I also think that you are the first." Zhao Qian said with confidence at his table, "The Chinese teacher came in today and didn't stare at you."

Yao Yi looked up and suddenly felt happy: "That's it. Actually, I also think the composition is well written this time."

"Yao Yi, don't talk." The Chinese teacher reprimanded, looking down at the test paper.

"Oh."

"This time everyone's scores may not be as high as last time, but don't be sad." The Chinese teacher said to the students below, "I asked the teachers of various subjects, and they said that the test papers are generally difficult, even the Chinese test paper in your hand. not easy."

"She's so amazing?" Zhao Qian's eyes widened, and his heart was full of sympathy for his temporary tablemate.