Slow-Witted

Chapter 1

Views:

"Bang bang—"

"Bang bang bang!"

Fu Jia opened his eyes, the darkness in front of him suffocated him.

It took him a while to recognize that it was his door that was knocking, and it could only be Sister Chen who knocked on the door: "How long are you going to sleep? You're going to be late for school."

Sister Chen's voice was blocked by the door, so it was not very clear. Fu Jia opened the door, and Sister Chen pushed the cleaning station outside the door. Her face is not good, her brows are drooping down, and even when she smiles, she is sad.

Looking at her, Fu Jia often thinks of her mother.

He hated the fate behind such a face.

Sister Chen put on the latex gloves, indicating that the day's work has begun: "Are you up? Help me go to the tool room to get a sponge brush. I forgot to bring it out."

Fu Jia nodded and walked to the tool room. It is the most remote and smallest in the entire row of servants' rooms, and it is also the only black room without windows in the entire villa.

When taking out the sponge brush, Fu Jia's eyes swept across the utility knives of different sizes on the shelf, and finally took out the one with the sharpest and smallest head, and put it in his pocket.

When she brushed the sponge to Sister-in-law Chen, she instructed: "You go to school today through the back door, don't pass the living room."

"What's wrong?"

Sister-in-law Chen lowered her voice: "Fengfeng vomited in the morning. Mr. and Mrs. were in a hurry. Doctors are coming and going. Don't disturb them."

She said it vaguely, but Fu Jia knew what she meant: the youngest son in this family is not feeling well, and the hostess and the hostess are not happy, so don't get close to them and get in their way.

Fu Jia nodded, and there was no ups and downs in his heart.

The Feng Feng mentioned by Mrs. Chen was his half-brother Lin Fengxun by blood. Lin Fengxun has been frail and sick since he was a child, and has never left home. When he goes to school, he always invites tutors to his home.

The difference between him and Fu Jia is as big as black and white, except for their appearance - they look alike, and at first glance they are brothers.

Fu Jia bought steamed buns and soy milk in the alley near the school. The steamed buns were greasy, the meat filling was sour and salty, and the soy milk had no taste and was as thin as water. But Fu Jiadu ate it up with relish.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Fu Jia felt a line of sight stuck on his back. The man sitting in the corner, Liu Cheng, was the worst and most disobedient student in the class. Fu Jia can be sure that he will not take the college entrance examination, nor will he finish this high school. He is staying here just to say "I went to high school" in the future.

His hobby is collecting protection fees. The selection criteria for the "protected object" are very simple. Fu Jia is both alone or withdrawn.

Fu Jia straightened his back, and after touching something in his pocket, turned his head to look directly at Liu Cheng.

Liu Cheng was stunned for a while, and the anger of being offended welled up in his heart.

He walked towards Fu Jia and kicked hard on the foot of his table.

"Look, is the money ready?"

  Index  Next