Slow-Witted

Chapter 23

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"I will" or "I won't", Fu Jia hardly ever said that.

Aside from quarrels, generally only when children are arguing about what to buy in the mall will they say to their elders, "I want this."

In Fu Jia's memory, Lin Fengxun was the person who said this most often, because he knew that he had the qualifications to be willful, and the elders would always condone him.

For Fu Jia, Lu Qi'an was neither his elder nor condoned his willfulness.

He said that just because he couldn't help it.

After a brief thought, Lu Qi'an replied, "No."

The expected answer.

Although he wanted it, Fu Jia was still very disappointed.

"Then..." He opened his mouth, unable to speak.

What else can he say, should he change the condition to be in the top five in the class? This is simply a fantasy. If Fu Jia can reach this level before graduation, he will wake up laughing in his dreams.

After thinking about it, I can only say: "Then pretend I didn't say it."

After a few seconds, Lu Qi'an hummed.

This declared the end of the conversation between the two.

The results of the weekly test in the sixth middle school are usually announced on Monday of the following week, but no matter what the test results are, it makes no difference to Fu Jia, so he doesn't care about it.

In the past two days on the weekend, Fu Jia studied properly and made friends properly. He forced himself to forget about Lu Qi'an, forget about the Lin family, and let go of his vigilance against the people around him as much as possible, and everything became easier.

With Datou's help, he made more friends in the class, and he went out with his roommates to eat hot pot outside the school halfway. During this period, the roommates learned that Fu Jia was the oldest and nicknamed him "Boss Fu".

Big head is more nervous. As the monitor of the class, he was under enormous pressure. No. 6 Middle School is a school that attaches great importance to studies. No matter how strong his ability in other areas is, as long as his studies are not qualified, he is an unqualified monitor in the eyes of the teacher.

On Monday, Datou didn't look at the report card immediately after he got it. Instead, he turned it over and pressed it on the table, reciting words in his mouth, and worshipped all the gods and Buddhas that Fu Jia had heard and had never heard of.

Finally, he opened the transcript—

Ranked third in the class.

With a big head wow, he covered his mouth that couldn't close his smile.

Fu Jia looked down at his transcript: 18th.

The mood dropped to the bottom in an instant.

He made an accurate estimate, and even though Lu Qi'an gave him the finale question with the highest score in the math test, he could only make it into the top 20. And this top 20 is still very reluctant. English is lucky to fly over the pass line at low altitude.

The big head hugged his parents while holding the transcript, and showed it all around. Finally, he came to Fu Jia's hand and wanted to peek at his transcript. Fu Jia quickly crumpled the transcript into a ball of paper and held it in his palm. .

"What's the matter? I see that you study so seriously, it's impossible for you to fail the test, show it to me!" Datou said with a smile.

Fu Jia hid the paper ball deeper: "My ranking is faster backwards than forwards, don't ask."

Datou thought he was joking: "Impossible, just show me."

Datou didn't make fun of Fu Jia on purpose, he really thought that Fu Jia's grades were good.

He wasn't the only one in the class who thought so. During Fu Jia's first week at No. 6 High School, the level of hard work was outrageous. In his spare time, others would chat, play ball, and play PSP. The more obedient ones would occasionally read extracurricular books. Only Fu Jia would sit at the desk and study all the time. No one asked him to play, and he would not take a rest on his own. This makes Fu Jia often feel guilty when playing together.

As soon as he came into contact with Fu Jia, he was even more surprised, because Fu Jia did not have any bad hobbies, nor did he have any extracurricular hobbies. He doesn't smoke or drink, nor has he ever been in contact with video games; he has never had contact with basketball, football, or even a racing toy.

The big head can only come to one conclusion: Fu Jia's tutor is very strict.

The more Fu Jia hid, the more curious he became. He insisted on asking Fu Jia for his transcripts for three classes in the morning.

The fourth class is physical education, and the whole class has to leave the classroom to go to the track and field. Fu Jia put the word card he made in his pocket, and was about to go to class, but when he turned his head a little, he saw the big head's hand sneakily reaching out to his desk.

"Hey..." Datou touched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

Fu Jia sighed, took out the ball-shaped report card, spread it out carefully, and used his thumb to flatten the folds.

"Look at it." Fu Jia handed the report card to Datou, "I'm only eighteen, I'm embarrassed to show it to you."

The big head took it over and quickly saw the word "eighteen" clearly. But he responded quickly, he didn't show surprise, but said with a smile: "This is the first weekly test this semester, next time you will improve, next time you will improve, and you see, the math questions are so difficult this time, you take the test Very well."

"Really?" Fu Jia took the transcript and put it in his pocket. Datou would never have imagined that Lu Qi'an had given him a thorough examination. If Datou also reviewed that question in advance, he might be able to take the first place in the exam.

Datou patted Fu Jia on the back encouragingly, hugged him, and asked other friends to go to class together.

According to the regulations, the first half of the physical education class needs to follow the teacher's arrangement, and the whole class should do group activities. Many teachers will take advantage of the trend to reduce the time for group activities, thereby reducing the time for their own work, but the physical education teacher in Fu Jia's class is the person who holds the pennant every year, so it is said that half a class is half a class, not much or not. will be less.

After the assembly, he instructed the whole class to run a hundred and eight meters to warm up.

The girls were full of grievances, but they were powerless to resist. They could only ask the teacher to run ahead of the boys and slow down the team as much as possible.

The whole class, led by the female classmates, slowly ran from the east to the west of the track and field. This is close to the indoor gym, and the basketball court is also here. Fu Jia looked over inadvertently, and was stunned when he saw it.

He has tried very hard to control himself: don't think about Lu Qi'an, don't think about it all the time.

He didn't expect to see Lu Qi'an here. Is he in gym class too, why didn't I see him last Monday

Lu Qi'an did not play on the court, but stood aside with Li Qinhe. At this time, a girl ran over from the side and handed Li Qinhe a bottle of water first, and then handed a bottle of water to Lu Qi'an.

Lu Qi'an took the water bottle and said something in a low voice. It should be thank you by the shape of his mouth.

Fu Jia ran away, and his pace slowed down. The male classmate behind him didn't pay attention and stepped on Fu Jia's heel.

"his..."

He gasped in pain.

The male classmate who stepped on him was startled, and quickly helped him to the side. Fu Jia limped out of the queue after him, and couldn't help squatting down.

The male classmate also squatted down with him: "I'm sorry, are you not injured?"

Fu Jia glanced at it and saw that the place where he was stepped on was broken, and there was a little blood oozing, but it was not a big problem. He knew that it wasn't anyone else's fault. He was distracted first, so he waved his hand, untied the shoelace, and lifted the heel of the shoe halfway over the injured part: "It's okay, it's just that the heel is off."

When putting it back on, the shoe rubbed against the wound, and Fu Jia shivered in pain.

The male classmate breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, let's run and chase them."

"Okay." Fu Jia nodded.

The male classmate ran first, and Fu Jia followed behind him. Every step he took was excruciatingly painful.

He tried his best to be patient, making his pace look okay.

He didn't want Lu Qi'an to find out that such a stupid thing had happened to him. Even if Lu Qi'an only had a small chance of noticing his movements, he had to be careful with every step he made.

The steps should be brisk and the back should be straight.

To run nicely.

He raised his hand, pretending to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Lu Qi'an, but unexpectedly found that Lu Qi'an was also looking at him.

This is rare. It wasn't that he looked over first and waited for Lu Qi'an to look over, but he turned his head without hope and slammed into Lu Qi'an's eyes.

With a quick glance, Fu Jia seemed to be able to read his eyes.

Like saying:

"Fu Jia, come here."

Fu Jia quickly retracted his gaze and looked straight ahead, but he couldn't focus for a long time, and even his footsteps were a little vain.

When did Lu Qi'an notice this

With such a big stadium, Lu Qi'an had no reason to see him in the crowd. Could it be that he screamed when he was stepped on, and Lu Qi'an heard it

Fu Jia quickened his pace and quickly turned the corner of the runway, throwing the basketball court behind him, but he was too concerned about what was behind him. Almost all the hairs on his back stood up, making him want to scratch it. One catch.

This time they looked at each other very similar to the one when Fu Jia met Lu Qi'an on the basketball court on the first day of school.

At that time, Fu Jia's feeling was not so clear, and he didn't even believe that he was really looking at Lu Qi'an. When he realized it, he had already started to run towards him.

He dared at that time, why not today

Fu Jia was out of breath, raised his hand and beat his chest, and stopped while helping himself to breathe.

Leaving the team without authorization, without asking the teacher for instructions, will definitely be scolded and even deducted points if found out.

However, Fu Jia couldn't handle so much anymore.

He took a deep breath, then turned around, and was about to walk over to find Lu Qi'an, but found that Lu Qi'an was no longer there. He was a little dazed, looked under the basketball hoop, and then pushed his gaze forward—

He saw Lu Qi'an walking towards him.

come over…

How... how, how, how, how, how can you come over

Fu Jia turned back like a spinning top, and his shoulders shrank.

It took him two seconds to realize what an obvious and stupid thing he had done.

"Fu Jia?" It was Lu Qi'an's voice.

Fu Jia turned stiffly and faced him.

They were already less than three steps away. Fu Jia raised his head and saw Lu Qi'an's eyebrows clearly. This undoubtedly had a huge impact on Fu Jia, who had always thought that Lu Qi'an would not move beside the basketball hoop.

Fu Jia's brain was congested and empty, unable to hold back a word.

Lu Qi'an frowned slightly, looking down at his feet. He also came to physical education class, and this class last week was occupied by other teachers, so he did not know that Fu Jia's physical education class was the same time as his.

It was a coincidence to see Fu Jia here. Before, he and Li Qinhe didn't play ball and stood aside to rest, which made Li Qinhe feel so bored, and just watched the girls running on the track as a pastime. It just so happened that Fu Jia's class ran over, and the girl was still running in front, which made Li Qinhe very excited, and bumped into Lu Qi'an's shoulder to let him look too.

Lu Qian didn't have any interest in Li Qinhe's passion. He glanced over there casually and saw Fu Jia unexpectedly, and his eyes were fixed.

Lu Qi'an did not calculate how long it had been fixed. He closed his eyes before Fu Jia noticed him, but he kept paying attention to it, so he didn't miss the fact that Fu Jia was trampled on his feet because he was distracted, and he didn't miss that when he squatted down, his heels were exposed. red.

"Go to the infirmary if you're injured, why keep running?" Lu Qi'an's tone was somewhat reproachful.

Fu Jia didn't know he saw it, and said, "I'm not hurt."

Lu Qi'an's brows furrowed even deeper. His face was not good-looking before, but now it is even more obvious.

He didn't say a word, he just squatted down, reached out and untied Fu Jia's shoelaces.

Fu Jia stretched his arms and stood there like a nail, not daring to move.

After undoing the shoelaces, Lu Qi'an gently pressed his fingers against Fu Jia's heels and said, "Put your feet out."

Fu Jia shook his head desperately: "No..." If Lu Qi'an's fingers were not on his shoes, he might have run away, running a dozen paces away, and found someone who could hear Lu Qi'an clearly, but couldn't see him clearly. Fabulous location for the face.

Fu Jia lowered his head in a complicated mood, while Lu Qi'an half-squatted in front of him, raised his head, and looked at him with unpleasant eyes.

It's been ten years since we first met each other, and this is the first time—

"Put it out."

Lu Qi'an repeated it again.

Fu Jia closed her eyes and couldn't stand it.

The first time, Lu Qi'an looked up at him...

Looking at Lu Qi'an from such an angle is completely different from usual. The arc connecting the brow bone and the bridge of the nose is highlighted, and the eye sockets are extraordinarily deep. In such eye sockets are a pair of eyes looking upward, the corners of the eyes and the tail of the eyebrows are raised together, and they are somewhat sharp.

Fu Jia has never been so fascinated by it as he is now. He was uncontrollable and obediently pulled his feet out of his shoes like a marionette.

He doesn't care whether it's in public or not, or whether he's wearing sneakers all morning, whether his feet smell or not, he can't care.

Lu Qi'an supported Fu Jia on the front of his ankle and looked at the back of the ankle and the heel. He could see the bloody wound without taking off his socks.

It shouldn't be like this, but Fu Jia ran in shoes for most of the lap after the injury, and the wound was rubbed by the shoes that were not soft, which more than doubled.

Looking at the shoes again, the large bloodstains inside made it all look even more tragic.

Fu Jia moved his foot, trying to hide the injured foot behind the other leg. Although he didn't smell it, but the weather was still hot and I had exercised, how could there be no smell on my feet

"Don't look at it..." Fu Jia said, "It didn't hurt anything, it didn't hurt."

He really didn't feel the pain, and even felt that the front of the ankle touched by Lu Qi'an was hot, which made him even more concerned.

Lu Qi'an let go of his hands in silence, stood up, turned his back to Fu Jia, and said, "I'll carry you to the infirmary."

Fu Jia was a little stunned.

He doesn't cry and hurts, it doesn't seem to hurt anymore. But now some people think he will hurt.

In an instant, the pain from the wound came up like a tide.

He hummed lowly.

Lu Qi'an bent his knees and lowered his body so that Fu Jia could put his hand on his shoulder.

Fu Jia's movements were very careful, and he didn't dare to touch Lu Qi'an. He leaned back and didn't touch him, and only grabbed the clothes on his shoulders with his hands.

Lu Qi'an was very decisive, and directly supported Fu Jia's thighs with both hands.

Fu Jia felt that the place he touched was itchy and numb, and he didn't dare to get close to him.

"You lean forward, you won't be able to carry it on your back." Lu Qi'an said.

Fu Jia blushed, and put his arms around his neck.

"Lean forward."

Fu Jia diligently leaned forward one centimeter.

"..." Lu Qi was silent for a moment, then suddenly started to use force, and lifted him up. Fu Jia's center of gravity was unstable, he fell straight back, almost fell, and subconsciously tightened his arms and pressed them tightly against his back.

"Hold firmly?" Lu Qi'an asked.

They stick together without gaps, one person speaks, the other person can feel the vibration of the other person's body.

The heartbeat is the same, Fu Jia thought. His heart was beating so fast, Lu Qi'an must have felt it.

"No..." Fu Jia said, hugging him tighter.