Slow-Witted

Chapter 14

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May, June, July.

hot summer.

The classroom is full of students taking exams. The invigilators were one after the other, sitting in a chair drowsy. Fu Jia stopped writing and raised his head to look at the creaking and spinning ceiling fans above the classroom, his eyes blurred for a while.

He rubbed his eyes, only to realize that sweat had dripped into his eyes.

"The exam is over, everyone stop writing."

After the bell rang, the invigilator stood up and told the candidates to leave the examination room. Fu Jia walked out with the flow of people, the sunlight outside was blazing, dazzling him.

After leaving the school, Fu Jia went straight to the KTV a few blocks away.

Entering through the back door of the KTV, Fu Jia greeted the boss and changed into work clothes.

Cen Mengke said she wanted to be Fu Jia's boss, not just talking. In the past two months, she has learned a lot about Fu Jia. For example, he wants to transfer to No. 6 Middle School. For example, when he is free, he will work in a restaurant outside the school to make money.

Therefore, Cen Mengke introduced a teacher from No. 6 Middle School to Fu Jia, and introduced him to a job that was more profitable than washing dishes.

"Are you on vacation today?" the boss said.

Fu Jia nodded cautiously: "Yes... I will live in the store in the future."

The boss took a cigarette and smiled: "It's okay, there is a place in the store, but living in the store will be more difficult, and sometimes I can't sleep all night."

Fu Jia nodded and said, "It's okay, I can work the night shift."

Overnight classes will be charged extra. He wants to make more money this holiday. If he really transferred to No. 6 Middle School, he would not be able to continue working. No. 6 Middle School is very strict, and students are not allowed to part-time during school.

The days of waiting for the final exam results to come out are very difficult. Sometimes Fu Jiaming went to work overnight, thinking that he would fall asleep until the afternoon, but woke up an hour or two later, and then he couldn't fall asleep.

After finally getting through to the day when she received the transcript, Fu Jia was confused when looking at her grades in each subject.

Does this count

He returned to the KTV and worked from noon to evening. Taking advantage of the meal time, he made a call with his broken mobile phone.

After Cen Mengke gave him the contact information of the teacher of No. 6 Middle School, Fu Jia bought this mobile phone, the most old-fashioned button mobile phone, and only saved the phone number of "Mr. Wang".

"Hello, Mr. Wang, I'm Fu Jia, who Cen Mengke mentioned to you..."

Mr. Wang on the other end of the phone seemed to be recalling, and after being silent for a while, he smiled: "Yes, I remember you."

Fu Jia squeezed the phone tightly: "That's it, this final exam, my grades..."

"I know," Teacher Wang interrupted him, "Student Fu, your father has already told me about this matter, don't worry, I will handle this matter, and the Sixteenth Middle School will also handle it. I will contact you and transfer your student status. If there is anything you need to do, I will notify you again, so just make this call, okay?"

Fu Jia was stunned.

Did he hear it wrong, or did Teacher Wang say it wrong

Those two words seemed to have caught Fu Jia's tongue, making him speechless: "Father?"

"Yes, Mr. Lin Qing's secretary contacted me a few days ago." Mr. Wang said.

Fu Jia almost couldn't hold the phone.

Teacher Wang continued to say something, but Fu Jia didn't listen to it, and just nodded twice as a reply.

After hanging up, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Father, Lin Qing

Just kidding. Fu Jia smiled ridiculously and felt cold. Thinking that maybe the air conditioner in the KTV was running too hard, I walked out the back door and stood in the sunlight for a long time before warming up slowly and going back to work.

As soon as he walked in, he saw a colleague looking around, looking for something, turned his head to see him, and hurriedly shouted: "Fu Jia!"

Fu Jia walked over: "What's wrong?"

"Go to the front desk, it seems that someone is looking for you."

"Looking for me?" At this moment, Fu Jia had a premonition.

He rushed to the front desk, and sure enough, a lady in business attire was sitting on the sofa waiting for him. Seeing Fu Jia approaching, she stood up and nodded to him: "Hello, I'm Mr. Lin's secretary."

It's really Lin Qing.

Fu Jia looked at her coldly and didn't answer.

The secretary's eyes were only cold: "Mr. Lin is waiting for you outside, come with me."

Fu Jia turned his head: "I have nothing to say to him, and I don't know you either, so let's go."

The secretary smiled: "That's not good. Mr. Lin doesn't have to like this store too much. If he doesn't want to, you can't be a waiter here."

Her tone made the whole thing seem like there was no room for refutation.

Fu Jia took a deep breath and straightened his back: "Let's lead the way."

The secretary smiled.

Lin Qing's car was parked outside the store. The secretary led Fu Jia to the car and knocked on the window: "Mr. Lin?"

The window came down, revealing the figure of Lin Qing in the car.

Lin Qing has been self-willed since childhood. Although he was born in the Lin family, he stopped reading after graduating from primary school, and instead argued with his family to learn to paint. The Lin family hired an art teacher for him. After two days of study, he had to learn music again. After a few years, he learned everything related to art.

When he grew up a little, he couldn't sit still and ran around the world, making his family unable to find anyone year after year. When he came back, his hair was half-length, and it was dyed golden yellow, which made Mother Lin angry.

But it is also such a person, who is passionate and has a lot of tricks to overcome, Lu Wanqing, who is notoriously difficult to deal with under the Lu family.

Now, Lin Qing is over forty, but with shoulder-length hair tied behind his head, he looks young like Fu Jia's peers.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Come in the car and talk."

Fu Jia didn't move, the secretary saw this and hurriedly opened the car door: "Go in."

Only then did Fu Jia get into the car. The secretary closed the car door and locked him and Lin Qing in a confined space alone, which made him feel a chill.

He could smell the cologne on Lin Qing's body.

It sickened him.

The opening remarks between them were: "Thank you for moving out." Lin Qing said. He spoke very fast, and the first two words were whispered, as if he had accidentally said it wrong.

Fu Jia mocked: "Don't say thank you, I didn't move it for you."

Lin Qing smiled silently. His hands were clasped on his knees, alternating up and down from time to time.

Fu Jia felt disgusted even looking at him. He looked away and stared at his clenched fist: "What's going on over there, Mr. Wang, you sent someone to stare at me?"

Lin Qing laughed aloud: "You suddenly moved out, which made me curious. For ten years, you have been a mangy dog. How could you suddenly become enlightened? I'm a little worried, and of course I have to watch it for a while."

Fu Jia was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He grabbed the door handle and tried to get out, but he couldn't open it no matter how hard he tried.

"Open the door." Fu Jia said in a trembling voice.

"We haven't finished talking yet." Lin Qing said, "How long you stay here and how much you want to listen to me, the decision is all up to me, and you have no right to bet."

Fu Jia's fists clenched tightly, and he bit his tongue before resisting the urge to wave his fists.

Lin Qing clearly saw the blue veins on Fu Jia's forehead and the trembling body, and continued: "I'm surprised that you are so fond of learning. If you showed it earlier, I could have sent you to No. 6 Middle School. But I It's very strange, how can you like to study, I'm not the material to study, neither does your mother," he paused, "Fu Xiaoli..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Jia slammed his fist on the car window, causing a shock: "Does this have anything to do with you?"

Lin Qing frowned in disgust: "It's useless to contact that Teacher Wang by yourself. Do you know your ranking? It's just a joke."

"This has nothing to do with you." Fu Jia gritted his teeth.

Lin Qing stared at him, his eyes gradually turning cold. "You should kneel down and thank me. If I didn't help you, you would never be able to get into No. 6 High School in your life." He said, "Tell me, why do you want to transfer schools, why do you want to stick with Lu Qi'an?"

Fu Jia took a breath and looked at Lin Qing in shock.

"Don't think about those ghost tricks." Lin Qing's tone was full of boredom. He looked at Fu Jia and seemed to be able to see through him. "What should be yours is yours, if it's not yours, you won't get it. Lu Qi'an is not so easy to fool. No matter how much you please him, he will not do you any good. Like Fu Xiaoli, you will pester people, but these It doesn't work. It's like if you pour water on a high place, it still flows down."

He pressed on the touchpad beside him and unlocked the door on Fu Jia's side: "Let's go."

Fu Jia imitated Lin Qing and laughed silently.

He is actually very similar to Lin Qing, and his smile is exactly the same.

He turned to Lin Qing and waved his hand.

A crisp slap hit Lin Qing's head.

Lin Qing opened his mouth in disbelief, suppressed the scream, and only let out a sigh. He touched his face, and temporarily lost consciousness where he was hit.

"Fu Jia!" Lin Qing suppressed his anger, "Don't think I owe you anything, when you were eight years old, I could have turned a blind eye and let you starve to death and freeze to death on the street, but I still brought you back. Villa. What do you think you are, you have the right to accuse me!"

"I don't owe you anything either." Fu Jia growled back in a low voice, but he bit every word hard, as if these words could bite Lin Qing's neck instead of him.

He slammed into the car door and ran out.

Lin Qing's face darkened, looking at his back without saying a word.

In the evening of summer, there is a steam of heat that will never be extinguished. The hot air burrowed into Fu Jia's body desperately. He covered his ears tightly, and they came in through his mouth and nose, and when he closed his mouth and nose, they came in through the pores.

He stumbled into the KTV's bathroom, turned on the faucet, and rinsed his head under the water, but he couldn't wash away the heat.

He seemed to burst open, and blood began to boil from the depths of his body. Those were the blood from Lin Qing and the blood from Fu Xiaoli, which made Fu Jia disgusted, nauseated, and finally turned into an irrepressible feeling of vomiting.

He let out a wow.

The whole world is quiet.

The only sound that echoed in Fu Jia's ears was his own breathing.

He thought of Lu Qi'an.

It was Lu Qi'an who said that he didn't need to change his parents and backgrounds; it was Lu Qi'an who said that he would look at him objectively and put aside everything around him.

Do these words count now

Fu Jia raised his head and looked at his scarlet eyes in the mirror.