Generally speaking, most of the people who fight with him are because of Dong Yiyi, so he should at least show an attitude.
For example, if I don't like her, you don't have to come and fight with me—that kind of thing. But Fu Yu didn't, and he would hit anyone who asked for it, without mentioning Dong Yiyi at all.
Dong Yiyi felt that this might be a kind of tacit consent, he likes himself, that's why he is willing to fight for him. Otherwise why didn't he explain
Her palms were slightly sweaty, and she handed over the love letter in her hand, "Fu, classmate Fu Yu..."
The boy lowered his eyes and glanced at the love letter.
The class watched gossip silently. The love scene between the school bully and the school belle! Although everyone is more or less a bit sour, but they really seem to be a good match...
Everyone was waiting for Fu Yu's reaction.
The young man's dark eyes glanced over, cold and light, without showing any emotion.
Dong Yiyi was a little embarrassed and disappointed, but still put the love letter on his desk.
"Student Fu Yu, I like you!"
she summoned up the courage to say.
With confidence in her appearance, she leaned over and prepared to thump him on the table, and then kissed him directly.
There was a terrified uproar in the class.
The school belle is too bold!
However, before she could approach, the boy picked up the pen on the table with his slender and fair hand, and the cap of the pen touched her shoulder, preventing her from approaching him. There was a lazy sneer in the boy's breezy eyes.
Dong Yiyi's face instantly turned red.
This was the moment when she was the closest to him, and she could clearly see his eyelashes, curly and slender, and the dark pupils underneath were like an abyss, but his expression was a little indifferent and indifferent.
He retracted the pen cap, leaned back on the back of the chair, tapped the pen tip on the edge of the envelope, and pushed it towards the girl with a slightly rambling voice: "Take it away."
The rejection was obvious.
Dong Yiyi was stunned for a moment, her face flushed red. This development was completely different from what she had thought in her heart. She clenched her hands tightly and grabbed the love letter for the last time. Her eyes were slightly red, and she almost ran out of the classroom crying.
The class was completely silent, and it took a few seconds for a small conversation to start, but Fu Yu had already got up, gently pushed the chair away, and walked out alone.
The expression was still casual, as if he didn't think it was cool to reject the school beauty, he walked out of the classroom with his usual indifference, and the slender figure disappeared.
Suddenly, a heated discussion broke out in the class.
"The school belle is probably going to cry to death." The girl in the front row gloated, "I told you earlier, Fu Yu definitely doesn't like her. She thinks that people are fighting for her, so she likes her by default..."
"Yeah, maybe I'm too lazy to explain."
Zhou Lin also touched his nose, and muttered to his deskmate, "This dude is really cool."
"That's right, that's the school belle." The deskmate also replied in a low voice with deep approval.
Yu Chu ignored these, knocked on the table, and said flatly, "Are you still listening?"
"Listen, listen." Zhou Lin quickly bowed his head and listened.
Yu Chu explained it to him, and watched him write the question, then collected the paper and left.
She sent homework to the teacher's office.
Carrying two stacks of papers upstairs, she saw a slender figure on the small balcony at the end of the corridor.
At the end of the corridor on each floor, there is an independent balcony. Class is about to start at this time, and there are no students in the corridor, but that person is leaning lazily on the railing, looking over with dark eyes.