Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

Chapter 22

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When Fu Zhihuan spoke, his brows were slightly lowered.

Although the tone seemed calm, it carried a sense of oppression that made the whole body tense.

All the people in the museum stopped what they were doing at this moment, and all looked towards this side.

For a while, the huge judo hall was surprisingly quiet.

But Wen Ruan noticed keenly that when Jiao Chen asked that sentence—

Fu Zhihuan did not deny it.

Wen Ruan quickly opened WeChat, and sent a WeChat message to Qin Sushan who had finally coaxed her back:

[Wen Ruan]: Fu Zhihuan just said that I was brought by him! what to do? urgent! Fast back online and so on.

[Qin Sushan]: ...? Then what.

[Wen Ruan]: Your comprehension is so poor! This rounding off is his confession to me.

[Qin Sushan]: [You're thinking about farting.jpg] You rounded up from 6 to 100, right

It is really a very painful thing to have a girlfriend who kills the fun.

So Wen Ruan calmly blocked her.

But joking is all joking, seeing the tense atmosphere between the two in front of him, Wen Ruan was still going to try to persuade them to fight.

After all, it was because of my own mess, not to mention taking into account Zhao Zichen's father's face, so it's best not to cause too much embarrassment.

Who knew that before she could stand up, she was pressed down by Zhao's father who came back from a stroll.

"Mr. Zhao, the two of them..."

"Let them fight."

Father Zhao smiled and handed Wen Ruan a towel, indicating that she could use it to wipe off her sweat.

Wen Ruan took the towel, but it was useless, she just put it on her lap, and then hesitated to speak: "But—"

"It's okay, don't worry about it, Xiao Fu won't suffer."

While talking, Father Zhao sat down leisurely, hammering his thigh with his hands, and looked focused on watching the show: "Xiao Chen is still young and energetic after all, and he gets more and more complacent after winning a few awards. I The second time I called Fu Zhihuan, I wanted him to beat Xiao Chen."

Wen Ruan understood.

It turned out that Fu Zhihuan took the initiative to teach others, but it was not because of himself.

It's just that he agreed to Zhao's father's request in the first place, and just used the incident just now to make an excuse.

Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, feeling a little disappointed for some reason.

Father Zhao not only didn't stop him, but also cheerfully stood up to be the referee.

It was difficult for Chen Jiao to ride a tiger, so he had to bite the bullet and agree. He tensed his nerves, moved his muscles and bones, and then thought to himself—

Although Mr. Zhao often mentioned Fu Zhihuan as his favorite student, this is not his profession after all, and after so many years, he may not be able to compete with him.

Maybe, Mr. Zhao is just bragging about it, and his physique looks stronger than Fu Zhihuan in front of him, which is probably just a bluff.

Thinking about it this way, the hanging heart also let go.

When he raised his eyes to look at Fu Zhihuan, the confidence in his eyes was even deeper.

Fu Zhihuan could tell what Chen Jiao was thinking at a glance. He just casually adjusted his judo uniform, and then began with courtesy: "Please enlighten me."

Wen Ruan was a little worried.

Although she has no doubts about Fu Zhihuan's ability, she also knows that in judo competitions, weight will have a great advantage.

Chen Jiao seems to be in the 100kg class, while Fu Zhihuan should belong to the 70kg class.

In comparison, Fu Zhihuan belongs to the disadvantaged side.

But soon, Wen Ruan knew that he was worrying too much.

Although the situation of the battle could not be seen at the beginning, the two still went back and forth, but soon, Jiao Chen's physical strength and mental state obviously couldn't keep up, and he even made many obvious mistakes many times.

But Fu Zhihuan seemed to be able to do a job with ease, and he still had reservations in his composure.

No matter what kind of movement it is, it is not sloppy, and even the breathing seems to be deliberately suppressed.

A part of the sweat-wet hair fell down lightly, and a drop of sweat trickled down the angular jaw, and then fell to the ground.

Wen Ruan's heart trembled.

Is this the power of hormones

At this moment, Qin Sushan also sent out a series of text messages, forcing Wen Ruan to add back her WeChat:

[Qin Sushan]: Have you forgotten the agreement between our sisters! The blocking exercise should not exceed one and a half minutes! Otherwise, invite the other party to dinner!

[Wen Ruan]: Don't make noise, I see that pretty boy is here.

Qin Sushan was furious:

[Qin Sushan]: Pass the photos quickly, or the friendship will be broken.

Concerned about her best friend's emotions, Wen Ruan had no choice but to take two photos casually, then put down her phone and continued watching the game.

"boom-"

Fu Zhihuan's movements were sharp, and the corners of his clothes were flying, mixed with the sound of wind caused by friction.

With a loud crash, Chen Jiao landed on his shoulders, and a large area of his back touched the ground.

"Start pressure technique!"

However, before the referee shouted for 25 seconds, Chen Jiao knew that it was impossible to come back. After trying to struggle to no avail, he could only bite the bullet and say: "I lost."

Hearing this, Fu Zhihuan stopped the movements of his hands and performed a standard standing salute.

After a few seconds of silence, there was a sudden burst of applause.

Some people have long been annoyed by Chen Jiao's attitude of dominating himself after winning the award, and now it seems that he is using this energy to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Xiao Chen, it's okay to lose."

At this time, Mr. Zhao stepped forward slowly, stretched out his hand to support Chen Jiao, and began to sing a white face preaching: "Your talent is not bad, and you will be more humble in the future to make more progress."

Although Chen Jiao was panicked, he had to be convinced. He nodded, then stepped forward and extended his hand to Fu Zhihuan: "Thank you, Mr. Fu for your guidance."

Fu Zhihuan looked down at Chen Jiao's outstretched hand, chuckled lightly, and then reached out to hold it: "You don't have to thank me."

Having said that, he leaned his body slightly forward, approaching Chen Jiao's ear, and lowered his voice: "But I still have to correct you, I'm not here to guide you."

Chen Jiao was stunned.

Fu Zhihuan pursed his lower lip, the corners of his lips curled up in an arc, and then he straightened up.

The judo uniform was soaked with thin sweat, and at this moment a beautiful back line was outlined.

There were also some girls waiting in the rest area, and female employees working as handymen.

Ever since Fu Zhihuan came to the stage, there were not a few female voices screaming under her breath.

Wen Ruan was sitting in the rest area, and could clearly hear people discussing—

"To be honest, I've come to the judo gym to wait for my brother so many times, and this is the first time I've seen such a handsome guy."

"It's really handsome. After all, it's so rare that you can't ask for it. Do you want to rush?"

"No way, the young lady sitting over there seems to be his girlfriend?"

"Hi, no. I just heard her chatting with Mr. Zhao, and they are ordinary friends. So you still have a chance! How about passing a towel?"

For some reason, Wen Ruan, who was in a happy mood just now, suddenly became sour after hearing these words.

It's as sad as when the vegetables on my farm were trampled on and stolen when I was in elementary school.

But looking back, at least the primary school was sad because the vegetables were stolen. But now Fu Zhihuan really has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't even have a position to be jealous.

After thinking this way, Wen Ruan was even more sad.

Especially the group of people who said to act, they acted, and immediately asked someone for a towel.

Fu Zhihuan glanced in Wen Ruan's direction, saw her drooping her head and looking listless, frowned slightly, then said "sorry" to the person who talked to him, and walked towards her.

Wen Ruan heard footsteps approaching, and then raised her head.

The young lady who said to rush just now has stood up, and as soon as Fu Zhihuan walked within the reach of her arms, he had already made a gesture of raising his hand, ready to hand out the towel—

However, Fu Zhihuan didn't turn his gaze to the side at all, but bent down and picked up the towel on Wen Ruan's lap naturally, put it on his neck, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Seeing this, he rushed to the little sister, stopped in embarrassment, and then sat back resentfully.

Wen Ruan was also taken aback by Fu Zhihuan's coherent movements.

However, she soon realized that Fu Zhihuan had blocked her love invisibly.

After analyzing this matter, Wen Ruan immediately jumped for joy.

Her weeping face suddenly changed, the corners of her lips curled up, and she began to flatter and slap with emotion: "It's okay! Thank you for standing up for me! You were really handsome just now! Every gesture of your hands seems to be supernatural. And the kind of handsome who is above the sky but is calm! The kind with A burst!"

"..." Fu Zhihuan couldn't help laughing when he heard Wen Ruan's extravagant boasting.

He stretched out his hand and pressed his temple helplessly, then raised his eyes to look at the eyes of the person in front of him, raised the corners of his lips, and laughed suddenly.

Then Fu Zhihuan bent down, looked into Wen Ruan's eyes, and bit each word lightly: "How can you thank me?"

The fiery breath gently rubbed against the ears, causing a tingling sensation.

Wen Ruan suddenly got stuck.

I just say hello to express my appreciation, why do I really want something

So she scratched her head for a long time before she came up with a reasonable solution: "How about this, or I'll send you a six-dollar red envelope."

While talking, Wen Ruan took out her mobile phone, clicked on WeChat, and sent a small red envelope neatly.

Fu Zhihuan: "..."

6.66 yuan.

In this regard, Wen Ruan also explained: "Six yuan is nothing to do, because you also know that I am relatively poor."

By the way, review and echo your own personality.

Fu Zhihuan: Wonderful.

"Rest early after going upstairs, I will pick you up at nine tomorrow morning."

Jiang Zichen and the two waved goodbye, then turned and went upstairs with their schoolbags on their backs.

Jiang Zichen's father was not at home, so he was fostered at his aunt's house.

Every week, Jiang's father will call a sum of money for living expenses, so uncle and aunt are also happy to add an extra pair of chopsticks at home.

It wasn't until Jiang's father was hospitalized that they felt that there was no benefit to them, so they made a noise behind their backs to send Jiang Zichen away.

But anyway, I still have some conscience, so I didn't say it in front of the children.

Fu Zhihuan leaned against the car door and waited for a while, until he saw the lights on the third floor turned on, and then he turned back to the car with confidence.

Wen Ruan poked his head over and asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to take Simon to live with you?"

"Jiang Zichen's father is out of danger. His uncle changed his attitude when he knew about it, and he didn't agree with me taking him away again."

"However, we still plan to hide it until Lao Jiang is discharged from the hospital. After all, he is still not in a good condition, and we are afraid that the child will be sad." Fu Zhihuan started the car, and his tone was light: "Jiang Zichen's relatives changed their minds, maybe they still want to see him." Go ahead and ask for the living expenses."

The sophistication of the world is not so simple.

It is said that they are relatives, but they are two families behind closed doors. If there is no benefit, who wants to be a bad person.

Wen Ruan suddenly felt a little rejoiced, fortunately Jiang Zichen didn't know these things yet.

Otherwise, how sad.

Jiang Zichen poked his head out and watched the car downstairs before closing the window.

He opened his diary, turned over one of the pages, bit the pen cap and thought for a long time before he took up the pen and wrote—

2019.05.13

Today is a sunny day with a lot going on.

I met a big sister who was very gentle.

If my mother is still alive, she must be as patient and patient with children as she is. Because my father said that my mother is also a very gentle person.

The eldest sister seemed to like Uncle Fu very much.

I think that although Uncle Fu didn't admit it, I still think he likes this big sister a little bit.

In fact, I already knew about my father's hospitalization, but I didn't tell them, because everyone seemed to work hard not to make me sad, so I didn't want to make them sad either.

My uncle and aunt are very kind to me today, it seems that they are not going to drive me away.

It's sad when you're alone in the room. But tomorrow I can finally go to the amusement park not by myself, just like other children, I can go with three people.

The author has something to say: Happy Christmas Eve~ Red envelopes are given out in this chapter.

There are really a lot of classes these days, because the classes that are scheduled for the final exam are all crowded together.

There is only one class tomorrow! I will double update tomorrow!

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