two sons three fathers

Chapter 4

In the private room, Fu Yizheng shrunk the game interface and dragged it to the left window. There was a call pop-up window on the right window, and he clicked it from time to time.

The large curved screen of the computer reflected the fluorescent light on the faces of the three of them, while the eyes of the other two were already glued to the screen, playing very intently.

Fu Yizheng leaned against the back of the gaming chair, clicked the mouse with one hand, and put the other hand on the Liuguang keyboard. With his operation, the fancy game characters moved .

Take a look at proper RMB players.

His friend saw him wandering slowly in the middle, and shouted: "Boss Fu, fuck, hurry up, save me, come to the left, go to the left!"

"Don't make noise," Fu Yizhang clicked to call again, "I'm beating a soldier."

"Come on," another person called out with a frown, "...the crystal is about to fall."

Look at their pitiful appearance, they still can't make a fortune without themselves.Fu Yizheng sat up straight, and manipulated the characters back to his own high ground, ready to reverse the situation.

The skill is about to be released, and the old acquaintance is here.

Han Yu opened the door and came in, standing behind him, "What's wrong with you?"

Pretending not to hear the sarcasm in the words, Fu Yizhang straightened his legs under the table, kicked the cable of the main box, turned his face, and smiled unclearly: "Network administrator, are you going to lose money in this situation? The experience is not good. Good!"

Han Yu also saw the screen flicker twice, "Didn't it be good just now?"

"It started to flash as soon as you came here," Fu Yizheng kicked again, raising his eyebrows as usual, "Do you think it's a coincidence?"

"Get up," Han Yu stepped forward and said, "Watching."

"Playing a game," Fu Yizhen frowned, pretending to be displeased, "I'll die in a while."

"Hit now." After all, he spent money, Han Yu showed [-] points of patience, "Call me after the fight."

The two next to him whispered to Fu Yizhang, "Boss Fu, I lost..."

Han Yu heard it and saw it, and twitched the corners of his mouth. He was almost dead when he came, and it had nothing to do with him. If this kid dared to blame him, he would immediately deal with him!

Fu Yizheng was bored on weekends. When he came to the Internet cafe, he didn't expect to meet Han Yu, and wanted to tease him in his heart. He didn't care about playing games, and it didn't matter if he died.

But Han Yu must be responsible.

He frowned, and matched with that coquettish look, he was a bit sad, "I died because it flashed."

"Don't be shameless." Knowing his urination, Brother Yu was unmoved, "Will you watch it or not? You can change it yourself."

Fu Yizheng was more serious, "Look."

"Get up!" After Fu Yizheng didn't move, Han Yu squinted at him, "A sore?"

The atmosphere of the exchange between these two seemed to be about to start at any time. The two who didn't know it consciously muffled their voices, and their sense of existence was extremely low.

"Your mouth," Fu Yizhen sneered, "you're still like this.... beg to be beaten."

"Is the USB drive plugged in?" Han Yu didn't talk nonsense with him.

"No." Fu Yixuan said.

Han Yu pulled the mouse cable, took the mouse, and checked the hidden processes to see if there was any downloaded junk software taking up memory.

He searched for several disks, but couldn't find them. He said, "Don't mess around with it if you have nothing to do. Don't plug in U disks and USBs. Sometimes they may contain viruses."

Fu Yizheng's shoulders and Han Yu's waist were almost touching, and when he raised his head, he saw the pointed jaw and Adam's apple that slipped when he spoke.

He wandered away for a while, and didn't listen carefully to what he said.

No sound?

As soon as Han Yu lowered his head and met his gaze, Fu Yizheng raised his thick eyelashes, and that silent appearance was actually a bit... charming but not bewitching.

special.

No wonder he is a natural dramatist.

His brows gradually moved together, displeased: "Are you deaf?"

Fu Yizhen blinked, and said slowly, "Huh? What did you just say?"

"It's nothing," Han Yu looked away, "Please let me go."

Fu Yizheng sat back, leaving only a little distance between the chair and the table, and only an extremely slender person could get in. It is estimated that Han Yu could only sit on him.

Seeing that he did it on purpose, Han Yu pulled the chair away by himself, "An eyesore."

He squatted in front of Fu Yizheng, in the gap under the table, checking the wiring up and down.

Internet cafes are hot, he is only wearing a T-shirt, the movement of raising his arms makes the muscles of his arms slightly visible, squatting, the hem of his clothes is pulled back a little, revealing a small half of his back.

He turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and carefully checked it. It was the connector that was loose.Han Yu opened the cabinet door on the side, jumped over the main unit to touch the interface on the back, and plugged it in a little tighter.

Just as he was about to stand up, the skin on his lower back was touched, and the warm feeling stopped there, as if it had remained on the skin, Fu Yizheng was pulling his clothes.

With a "bang", Han Yu slammed the cabinet door, stood up, and slapped him heavily, the back of his hand turned red instantly, "You want to die so badly!"

Fu Yizhen frowned, "You're really serious."

"I warn you, put away your little tricks," Han Yu pointed his index finger from top to bottom, as if he might strike at any time, "I want to send you to death!"

The two people next to me looked at something wrong, listened to their tone, pushed aside the stool and stood up, all looking at Han Yu, one of them said coldly: "What do you mean?"

Fu Yizhen waved his hand, motioning for them to sit down, and looked at Han Yu a little bit aggrieved, "It's just a pull, why are you so irritable? That's not in my best interest."

Han Yu didn't want to conflict with them, beating those two was like playing, but there was Fu Yizhao.He looked at the computer and said, "Okay."

He walked out, opened the glass door and turned back, and said in a reminding tone: "Put away your overflowing kindness, if you provoke me, I will still slap you!"

Amidst Fu Yizheng's contemptuous laughter, he strode out of the private room.

Seeing the figure disappear, Fu Yizheng raised his hand slowly. Seeing that the back of his hand was red, he lowered his hand, stared at the computer with a blank expression, and said calmly, "Let's start another round."

In this round, he chased and slaughtered the opponent like taking gunpowder.

"Boss Fu," his friend couldn't help asking, "Do you know that person?"

"I know," Fu Yizheng kept moving, harvested another head, and said simply: "Student."

"What time do we go back?" The other asked: "Boss, you haven't been home for a few days, and your father doesn't care about you?"

They are not familiar with the situation of Fu Yizhang's family, but Fu Yizhang is willing to play with them. We are a deep friendship established by copying homework in the first year of high school. the same school.

If they don't go home for a few days, their parents will definitely chase them to school and beat them up. Unlike their boss, who is rich and handsome, and nobody cares about them, they are the envy of their group.

"I'm still going to your house." Fu Yizheng's face was still not healed, and when he returned home, facing his mother's exaggerated tears, he couldn't stand it just thinking about it, and said, "I won't go back."

He spent the next two days in the Internet cafe without messing with Han Yu.

Seeing him coming, Han Yu didn't care about him, as long as he didn't look for trouble.

For the flag-raising ceremony on Monday, all the students had to go to the playground to gather. Fu Yizheng couldn't sit still, and his hands were itchy again.

Fu Yizhen likes to be in the front row, so he ran to the back row today, standing behind Han Yu with a clear purpose.

Han Yu looked at him, ignored him, and stood upright, ignoring the sight of something behind him.

The dean read the manuscript high-pitched on the rostrum, and said a lot of words of encouragement for the third year. Everyone listened quietly for a while, and there were murmurs around, and one after another, they whispered one after another.

A finger poked in the center of the shoulder blade, Han Yu instantly turned on a switch, turned around quickly, and punched Fu Yizheng with two fists, hitting him muffledly, and glared: "I didn't warn you!" ?”

"You're used to it," Fu Yizheng kicked his knee, angrily said, "Are you so addicted to beating?"

Han Yu bent his legs and bumped into the classmate in front of him, hurriedly said sorry, turned around, and was about to give Fu Yizhang another few hard blows.

"Senior Class Two and Three!" The dean's voice came from the radio, and with a serious face on the stage, he directly called his name and said, "Han Yu Fu Yixuan, why don't you two come to the stage to talk, and by the way, perform the action just now?" Show everyone!"

There was no sound of communication at all, and there was no sound for an instant, and they all bowed their heads and dared not speak.Han Yu stood up straight and was called out in public, and the class teacher's face would be embarrassing.

When he handed in the self-criticism last week, Wu Ji read it and asked him to study as hard as he could, to which he fully agreed.

It's only been two days...

He directly recorded this account on Fu Yizheng's head. After the flag was hoisted, the two of them went back to the classroom as if nothing had happened.

During recess, Fu Yizhang was called out by his friends, and Han Yu took the opportunity to walk to his desk and look around. Everyone was sleeping at this time, and no one would pay special attention to his movements.

While keeping an eye out of the door from the corner of his eye, he was afraid that Fu Yizheng would come back, so he reached out to touch things on the table and box.

No?

He bent down to look, but he didn't see the silver phone that Fu Yizheng was playing with. He secretly observed the two classes, this guy usually stuffed it in the desk box after playing.

That should have been taken out.

He unzipped his schoolbag again to see if he could get something along. The upper layer was full of books, and he found a black mobile phone at the bottom.There's actually another one, I haven't seen Fu Yizhang use it before.

Cheng Liang's phone screen is brand new, and the casing is slippery to hold, so it looks like it's worth a fortune.

It happened to be unlocked.

Han Yu quickly opened the phone book, found what he wanted, wiped off the fingerprints left by the phone, and stuffed it back in place.

When he got back to his seat, his heart was still beating a little faster. It happened that Fu Yizhang's deskmate passed by the back door, saw him, and smiled slightly.

Han Yu raised his hand and smiled.

The girl nodded to him and walked away.

Han Yu stopped smiling for a moment and closed the back door.

Fu Yizhang didn't come back until the class bell rang.

During class, Han Yu sent a message to the contacts on Fu Yizhang’s mobile phone: “Hi Uncle, Fu Yizhang often bullies his classmates at school, and no one dares to speak of him. I am one of the victims, so I can only send messages quietly Let me tell you, I hope you can help to talk about him, thank you."

After sending the message, Han Yu's eyebrows widened, and he actually took out the textbook and asked the front desk where the teacher was, and turned to the page number of the current lecture, and listened to the lecture, occasionally nodding along with the teacher's rhythm.

As if he could understand.

A message was sent from the number just now. He took out his phone and looked at it. The other party only asked him if he was a man or a woman.

This is very important?

The focus of this family seems to be wrong.

Han Yu didn't continue to return.

Physics was too boring and obscure, so he started doing little tricks again.

After class, seeing Fu Yizhang take out the black mobile phone to answer the call, he perked up and looked in that direction from time to time.Fu Yizheng said something, his voice was too low, and he couldn't hear clearly due to the noise around him.But through the helpless expression on that face, one can still analyze one or two things.

He thought, deflated.

"Come to school!" Fu Yizhen exclaimed in surprise.

Hearing this sentence, Han Yu covered his mouth behind him and snickered.

Fu Yizheng hung up the phone and ran out.

Running downstairs, I don't understand why his ancestors came over suddenly, told him not to come, but he still didn't listen, and said a few words in a nice voice, and the other side directly stuck his throat, and said that he had already arrived at the school gate.

Just come here, now just don't dress too exaggeratedly, and don't bring bodyguards, this is a school, not a society, scaring his classmates, no one will dare to play with him in the future.

He greeted the security guard, and as soon as he left the school gate, he saw a yellow Porsche parked on the side of the road in the distance.Fu Yitang stood by the car and looked around. He was wearing a gray and white suit, tall and thin, and his light yellow hair was tied up.

Came here by car alone.

Fu Yitang also saw him, rushed over to hug him, kissed his face repeatedly, and pecked hard.

Those exquisite facial features, soft facial lines, and a toothy smile: "Baby Yan, do you miss your mother?"

Fu Yixuan: "..." Indirect headaches are the major culprits.