Slow-Witted

Chapter 24

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Fu Jia was shaking.

The tighter his arms were, the tighter the trembling became.

He tried so hard that Lu Qi'an felt discomfort in his neck and shoulders, but Lu Qi'an didn't warn him.

The school's infirmary is close to the dormitory, not too far from the track and field, so Lu Qi'an took Fu Jia to the emergency infirmary in the gymnasium. Although it is close and convenient, there are often no teachers on duty.

The teacher was not there, but the infirmary was not locked. Lu Qi'an walked in and squatted down in front of the sofa: "Come down."

Fu Jia didn't respond for a while.

Lu Qi'an changed his stern tone: "Come down."

This time, Fu Jia obediently let go. He landed on his feet, one foot on the cold tiled floor, only to find that the shoe they had taken off had been discarded on the track and field, and he was now barefoot.

Fu Jia shrank his toes and glanced carefully at Lu Qi'an.

Lu Qifang pretended not to see it, and said, "You stay here first, and I'll go to the teacher."

Fu Jia shook his head anxiously: "No! Just stay here..."

His eyes flicked around, "The door is not closed here, which means that there is a teacher on duty today. Maybe he will come in a while, and we can sit here and wait for him together."

Although Fu Jia was very confident when he said this, but after speaking, he lost his confidence and hesitantly added: "Can I..."

Lu Qi'an stood up straight and said, "There is someone in the office next door, I'll go ask."

Fu Jia sat on the sofa, tangled a sofa cushion, and nodded.

Fu Jia was worried that he would never leave, but Lu Qi'an said he would be back soon, and he did come back within five minutes.

"The teacher on duty has something to do temporarily. I have contacted her. She will try her best to come over within 20 minutes."

Fu Jia snorted, but didn't care whether the teacher would come or not, and said to him, "Thank you... Where are you going now, do you want to go back to class?"

He looked at Lu Qi'an with straight eyes.

He wanted Lu Qi'an to stay here.

"I'm neither a patient nor a doctor, so I have no reason to stay here." Lu Qi'an said.

For a moment, Fu Jia's eyes dimmed, his shoulders drooped, and even his back was bent a lot. He used all the emotional parts of his body to show his depression.

"You need a reason for everything you do," he whispered.

His voice was very soft, as if he finally understood a truth.

"What did you say?" Lu Qi'an frowned.

Fu Jia took a deep breath, straightened her back again, and said, "My feet hurt a lot, I'm afraid, I want you here to accompany me, is this reason enough?"

Lu Qi'an was stunned.

Do normal people do this? He said "I'm afraid" in a stern manner, with a sure look on his face.

Lu Qi'an didn't answer right away. He understood that Fu Jia was making trouble unreasonably. No matter from which point of view, he should go back to class. He did not ask the teacher for leave, nor did Fu Jia. He should go back to the track and field, first explain the situation to his teacher, and then explain to Fu Jia's teacher, otherwise the students suddenly disappear during the class, which will cause a lot of trouble to the teacher.

He knew what he should do and what he should not do, but he didn't reject Fu Jia right away.

Fu Jia said it hurt, but said she was afraid.

After thinking a lot, Lu Qi'an only had this sentence left in his heart.

In the end, he chose to sit next to Fu Jia.

The sofa in the infirmary is very small, just enough to fit the two of them, leaving only two fists, and you can reach out to touch each other.

For a long time, the two did not speak, just sat together.

Fu Jia's palms were gradually wet with sweat.

"I..." he said, "I just need you to accompany me until the teacher arrives. It only takes twenty minutes."

Lu Qi'an didn't look at him, and gave a low hum.

Fu Jia peeked at him and saw that he was neither angry nor frowning, and felt a little more relaxed.

Fu Jia racked his brains thinking about what to say to make Lu Qi'an happy, and soon he thought about the study, the weekly test, and then the report card.

"I just happened to have the transcript of this weekly test on me," he said as if offering a treasure, "I can show it to you."

Before, because his big head wanted to peek, he put the transcript into his pocket, and now he took it out excitedly, and the folds that had been kneaded on it were particularly obvious. When I showed it to the big head before, I thought it didn't matter, but now in front of Lu Qi'an, Fu Jia felt that he couldn't do it.

He said, "Wait a minute." He squeezed the folds of the paper with all his strength.

Seeing the tattered paper in his hand, Lu Qi'an thought of the time when Fu Jia came to his apartment to ask him for tutoring with a set of exercises that he had taped up. At that time, he was still injured on his face. The two situations were very similar, and he asked, "Why is it wrinkled?"

Fu Fu didn't remember what happened last time, and said, "I kneaded it myself."

Lu Qi'an's tone was indifferent: "Fu Jia, you fell by yourself, you can get a knife wound on your face, you tore the book yourself, and glued it by yourself, and now you are crumpling the report card yourself, is the next step going to tell you? Did you crush your heel today?"

When the words came out, Lu Qi'an was a little surprised.

He actually said such irrational words because of Fu Jia's little lie, like a person who was angry.

Fu Jia was stunned for a moment, his sweaty hands lost their weight and smeared the ink words on the transcript.

His hands froze and he said, "It's true this time. Because someone was looking at my transcript, I felt embarrassed and crumpled it into a ball of paper."

He covered the transcript under his palm: "Then... then don't read it."

Lu Qi'an packed up his emotions and said, "It's okay, show it to me."

Fu Jia said, "The paper is too dirty, shall I read it to you?"

Lu Qi'an stretched out his hand, pushed Fu Jia's finger away, and took away the transcript.

Fu Jia's hand froze while maintaining the position of being pushed away.

On the paper, the handwriting of "No. 18" is the clearest. In addition, there are no red letters on the whole piece of paper, which means that Fu Jia has not failed the subjects.

For a poor student who has just transferred from No. 16 High School to No. 6 High School, it is quite remarkable to be able to get this result when he first comes into contact with No. 6 High School's abnormal weekly test.

Although... Lu Qi'an gave Fu Jia a thorough question.

"Why are you embarrassed? You did well in the test." He folded the report card in half and handed it back to Fu Jia.

Fu Jia was very surprised: "Did I do well in the test?"

He was so happy that he forgot to pick it up with his hands.

He didn't answer, Lu Qi'an grabbed his wrist, pulled his palm closer, and put in the folded transcript. "Although it is good, it is not good. There is still room for improvement, so don't relax."

Fu Jia glanced at the palm of his hand blankly, and then looked back at Lu Qi'an blankly.

Is it his delusion

Lu Qi'an praised him with such a gentle attitude.

He's only eighteenth... Is such a result okay

Can you please him

The moment Lu Qi'an was about to let go of his hand, and the moment his fingertips were about to be pulled away, Fu Jia held his hand back.

"Lu, Lu Lu Qi'an, I... I have something to tell you!" He stammered, but his tone was decisive.

When his hand was suddenly held, it was difficult for Lu Qi'an to remain calm. He tensed his face, but he didn't shake Fu Jia's hand away, and he didn't frown.

"Say what you want to say, and you don't need a handshake to speak."

The tone was cold, and it was Lu Qi'an, whom Fu Jia was familiar with.

He let go of his hand, but his fingers lingered on the back of Lu Qi'an's hand.

This behavior can be called perverted. Fu Jia despises himself a little, but he is out of control.

"What I want to say is, Lu Qi'an, you are so kind to me..." Fu Jia's voice lowered and then rose again, "You are so kind, so I want you, I want you very much."

After saying this, the tight strings in Fu Jia's mind loosened.

Not relaxed, but completely broken.

Because Lu Qi'an didn't like his rudeness and unreasonableness, he tried his best to be well-behaved and sensible. He did it, but no matter how hard he tried, his nature remained the same.

He's the guy who climbs the pole for a little favor.

It's someone who gives a little hope and grabs things into their hands regardless.

What does it mean when one person says "I want you" to another person

This can have many interpretations, crazy, serious, even erotic.

Lu Qi'an was not surprised, and was even calm: "You want me, how do you want the law?"

Fu Jia's mood is complicated.

He didn't understand before, how he wanted the Fa.

At first, Fu Jia didn't even want to approach Lu Qi'an. It wasn't until one day that he dreamed that he beat Lin Fengxun in his dream and snatched Lu Qi'an from him, that he realized that he was jealous of Lin Fengxun.

He has never been jealous of Lin Fengxun's parents' care and favorable material conditions, and he even takes pity on this brother who is lingering on the bed. But when he saw Lu Qi'an from the small window, he became jealous.

Lu Qi'an is an older brother who loves to teach others and pretends to be an old man. I don't like to laugh, and I look unhappy all day.

But he is so meticulous, gentle and considerate. He knew everything Lin Fengxun wanted to know and could help him solve all his problems.

Fu Jia also wanted such a person.

Not only that, he wants Lin Fengxun to no longer have Lu Qi'an, and he wants no one in the world, only him.

From this jealousy to today, Fu Jia's desire for Lu Qi'an has become his only desire for affection.

Love, friendship, and even affection, he put all his trust in Lu Qi'an.

He wanted him like crazy.

"I want you to love me."

Fu Jia said firmly.

The infirmary was silent for a few seconds. Lu Qi'an closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only calm and indifference in his eyes.

"Impossible," he said.

Fu Jia stared at him fiercely, trembling all over by the ruthless words.

He took a deep breath, and when the fresh air entered his body, he grabbed Lu Qi'an's collar, pressed it on him, and looked for his lips.

Lu Qi'an was caught off guard, and for a moment he was so pressed that he couldn't move. Fu Jia seized this opportunity and closed his eyes and kissed him on the lips.

It was like a kiss, but not like a kiss, because Fu Jia bumped into it, and wouldn't do anything other than rub Lu Qi'an's lips with his own mouth. Because of surprise, Lu Qi'an didn't close his lips completely, and he didn't seize the opportunity to enter.

Soon, Lu Qi'an, who had reacted, pushed him away and pressed him against the back of the sofa.

Lu Qi'an used 100% of his strength, but almost half of his strength was lost, because Fu Jia's body was limp, and he left with a push. In addition, his face was abnormally red, and there was abnormal water mist in his eyes.

Lu Qi'an's face was blue and red, he rubbed his lips with the back of his hand and frowned.

Fu Jia looked at him and couldn't recover for a long time. It's not too much to describe his feeling as fluttering. He was not ashamed of kissing in the school's infirmary, nor was he ashamed of forcibly kissing someone else, he just felt that the aftertaste was endless, and he wanted to do it a thousand times over.

Lu Qi'an's eyes were full of anger, but Fu Jia was not afraid at all. He swallowed and leaned towards Lu Qi'an again.

"No." Lu Qi'an said, "We agreed that you must obtain my consent to do this kind of thing."

Fu Jia nodded and asked, "Can I kiss you then?"

Lu Qi'an's face sank instantly: "No."

Fu Jia was still not frustrated, and continued: "From today onwards, I want to pursue you, like a couple, is it okay?"

Lu Qi'an had a complicated expression and did not answer immediately.

Suddenly, the sound of high heels interrupted the two. From far to near, gradually clear. A few seconds later, a female teacher walked into the infirmary panting.

"It's been a long time, classmate." She held her bag and jacket in one hand, and a shoebox in the other, "How's the injury? Did you stop bleeding?"

As she spoke, she threw the things in her hands on the desk, and then she had time to see the two students sitting in the room.

Looking at it, it felt very strange.

Because the two boys were sitting so close, one of them was almost on top of the other. Both of their faces were red, but one of them frowned, and the anger in his eyes almost spit out.

She was about to ask aloud, but the one with a pale face stood up from the sofa, nodded to her, said "hello", and left the infirmary.

"What's wrong? This is..." She instinctively thought that the two students were having a conflict, which was a little funny, but when she looked at the person who stayed, she couldn't laugh anymore.

Fu Jia's eyes were red, and she stared at the floor out of focus.

He didn't cry, but the female teacher was worried. If she hadn't heard about his injury on the phone beforehand, she would have thought that Fu Jia had injured a bone or an internal organ.