Chapter 73 Making up for it, making up for it

Fu Chengque was more serious in the afternoon. She learned whatever Wen Yu asked her to do, and the overall efficiency was very high.

This harmony lasted until the end of the tutoring session.

When Fu Chengque came home, Wen Yu took the time to learn it by himself.

Learning is like this, if you don't advance, you will retreat. The student's skills and efficiency are completely reflected in the scores. The extra lessons just given to Qingmei can be regarded as rest and review, and the next step is to attack and expand.

But after dinner, Fu Chengque came to disturb Wen Yu again.

She was wearing thick frog pajamas and cotton slippers, and she petted her cat as soon as she entered the bedroom.

His technique was so bad that after he haired Sakamoto, he patted his body in the bedroom.

"Go out and take pictures on the balcony."

"Stingy, Sakamoto is here to throw his hair away, why can't I!"

"Are you a cat?"

"Am I worse than a cat?"

"Lerting on cats brings me happiness, but what can playing with you bring me?"

"Fist! My steel-like fist." Fu Chengque danced her little fist.

"Then it's over and get out!"

After taking a haircut on the balcony, I came back with a happy face.

"Mr. Wen, I just thought of a big problem!"

"Don't you study tonight?"

"Hey, listen to me, okay? Don't interrupt me."

"..."

"I feel that my efficiency in studying in the afternoon is very high. I can study in one day as much as I did in the previous month! At this rate, it won't take long for me to surpass those geniuses and enter some university talent class in advance. You said I will become a mature student by then.

What kind of scientific genius is there, what should I do as an actor?"

"Do scientific research and make a debut at the same time?"

"That's so tiring, I don't want it."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Forget it, let's think about it later. As for you, you are good at painting and playing the piano while hiding it. It seems to be good. You are good at studying now. What will you do in the future?"

"Painting and playing the piano are just hobbies. If you really want to become a professional, you should start learning early."

"That makes sense." Fu Chengque patted his shoulder and said, "Mr. Wen, I used to think you were ordinary and featureless, but now I find you are quite mature."

"Your understanding of your neighbors for many years is so shallow, I'm a little sad."

"Isn't this making up for it?"

"Okay. I want to drink water. Go and pour me a glass."

"..." The girl was extremely unhappy, "You have no hands?"

"Someone just said he wanted to make amends..."

Wen Yu muttered, and then sighed heavily, "That's all, I'm just..."

"Go, go, go! Go right now!"

Fu Chengque chirped and poured water, and also brought a cup for himself.

Seeing Wen Yu doing papers again, she became curious about his private life.

"The boys in the class also play games together, why don't you join them?"

"I've played with it a long time ago and got tired of it. Now I'm too strong for them."

"boast."

"For example, I am like a master who has been playing a game for 10 years and comes back to beat them. Do you think I am strong?"

"Well...that's really awesome."

This is really unexpected, Wen Yu is so good at playing games.

Fu Chengque chatted for a few words, wandered around twice, then sighed inexplicably and went back.

This confused Wen Yu, who squinted his eyes to catch bugs in his test paper:

Hiss... Could it be that I still had mistakes that she saw but I didn't?

After thinking about it, I laughed again.

If it were true, Fu Chengque would have put his hands on his hips and laughed and said, "Yeah! Yeah! Look what I found! It was a huge mistake by Mr. Wen! Hahahaha——"

…

New Monday.

Fu Chengque lay in bed and was dragged up by her mother.

After going out, she sniffed and ate breakfast. She put her hands in the cold wind, which turned red.

"It's so cold. How can I get up in the morning? It's too early for school. I really can't stand it."

"Your delay is a bit high. It's almost the last semester and you're complaining. Where are the gloves?"

"I kept cursing in my mind."

After eating the last bite of cake, she quickly tightened her clothes and put on her gloves.

Some shops on the roadside are decorated with slogans of "Merry Christmas", and some have banners with "Discounts on Christmas and New Year's Day". In any case, the festive atmosphere has begun to become stronger.

Fu Chengque's face is smelly.

Wen Yu said, "These slogans are posted on his wall, which hurts my heart!"

Fu Chengque's eyes lit up, "The military advisor knows me!"

"Of course we do! But we have to be patient. Now the enemy is so powerful. Look at this propaganda, it's so pervasive. How is it written in the novel? This is gathering the power of faith."

"Wow! I'm so angry! This is robbery. Someone from the military division robbed me!"

"But I heard that supermarket snacks are on sale these two days, up to half price!"

"?!" The empress was shocked, "There is such a good thing! I must go there in the next two days..."

Don’t take advantage of the bastard, let alone normal marketing!

When we got to school, as expected, everyone was talking about Christmas.

By noon, Chen Minghe appeared.

He first looked into the Class 4 classroom, and after finding his target, he sat down in the corridor, picked up his ukulele, and started playing and singing "Jingle Bells" to himself.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells~"

"Do you know how lonely I felt thinking of you last night~"

In the classroom, some students in Class 4 were speechless.

Wen Yu glanced twice and looked away, and said with great admiration, "He is really a socially awesome person... I'm not as good as him."

"What are you singing? Did you write the lyrics yourself?"

"Obviously."

"It's really not good, it's so stupid!"

Fu Chengque cursed.

The fourth group of people also cursed.

Wen Yu had no idea and took the initiative to go out and confront Chen Minghe.

"Chen Minghe, what are you doing? This is..."

The affectionate feeling was interrupted, but Chen Minghe's face was full of joy, "Brother Wen! How is my playing and singing, please give me a taste?"

"I heard it, it doesn't make any sense."

"Ah... these are the lyrics I spent two days revising."

"Do you know that you are disturbing the people? These people who don't go home live far away. They get up early in the morning and have to rest at noon."

Chen Minghe scratched his head, "I'm... sorry."

"Why are you singing this?"

“Sending the love!”

"To whom, or Lu Min?"

The young man looked shy, but still nodded vigorously.
To be continued...