The female teacher squatted down and asked in a low voice, "Classmate, what's wrong with you? Let me see your wound."
Fu Jia raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously. His eyes became redder, but his face became better.
He stuck his foot out for the teacher to check.
After reading it, the teacher was sure that it was not serious. She breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "I'll debride you first, and then apply the medicine. It will hurt a little bit, please bear with me." She said and took it out from the cabinet. drug.
On the way to give Fu Jia the medicine, the female teacher's movements were as gentle as possible, and she frequently observed his expression. In her opinion, Fu Jia's eyes were red because of this small injury. She must be someone who is afraid of pain. She might cry in pain when taking the medicine.
But in fact, Fu Jia seemed a little sluggish and unresponsive throughout the whole process. After taking the medicine, the teacher said "Okay" twice, and he came back to his senses.
The teacher was a little helpless and didn't know how to comfort him. She took the shoe box that she had placed on the table when she entered the door, and said, "Come and try to see if these shoes fit your feet."
Although she was not in this infirmary before, she was not far away. The reason why it took nearly 20 minutes to come here is because when Lu Qi'an contacted her, he specifically asked her to buy a pair of shoes, and also the ones that could be stepped on. As for the cost, he would let the dean, her immediate supervisor, Mr. Liu, pass it on to her.
As soon as she heard the name of Teacher Liu, the female teacher agreed, and she drove out of the school gate and went to a nearby store to find shoes that met the requirements.
Fu Jia was a little dazed when she saw the brand-new shoes in the shoe box.
The teacher glanced at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?" When Lu Qi'an contacted her, he made it clear about the injury and shoe size, and even the cost problem was solved. Unexpectedly, Fu Jia himself seemed to be confused.
Fu Jia shook his head and said, "It's okay, thank you teacher."
He stepped on the heel of the shoe and put it in, not too big, not too small, just right.
Fu Jia quickly figured out that Lu Qi'an asked the teacher to buy it for him, and with his style of doing things, he would definitely not let him pay for it.
What Fu Jia couldn't figure out was that Lu Qi'an would have noticed that he had lost a shoe, so why would he know his shoe size
Fu Jia couldn't keep his spirits up, and quickly gave up thinking. The impulsive confession before took all his strength, and now he is tired and uncomfortable, and just wants to go back to the dormitory and take a good night's sleep.
After leaving the infirmary, Fu Jia returned to the playground to find her physical education teacher. But he had been in the infirmary for so long, and now the get out of class was over, and by the time of the lunch break, there were only a few students left on the playground. He walked around the playground, couldn't find the teacher's office, and didn't want to ask anyone else, so he just gave up and went directly to the dormitory.
The roommate and Fu Jia are in the same grade, but they are not in the same class. They don't know what happened to him, and they don't notice his strangeness. They do their own thing. Seeing that they didn't respond, Fu Jia knew that his sudden disappearance in class had not caused any trouble, so he relaxed completely.
He washed his face with cold water, lay down on the bed, curled his body into a ball as much as possible, and covered his head with a quilt.
It only took Fu Jia ten seconds or less from lying down to falling asleep. Because he slept so fast, he didn't think about anything in his mind, and he didn't dream anything.
In mid-September, the temperature had cooled down, but it was still much warmer indoors than outside. Fu Jia only slept for half an hour before being woken up by the heat.
He was sweating all over his body, his upper body was more serious, and his collar was soaked through. Because he slept on his stomach with his forehead pressed against the pillow, the pillow was also very wet.
However, the pillow is not necessarily all sweat.
He was unhappy, but Fu Jia's spirit was very good and his consciousness was clear. This feeling is very subtle, like an autumn rain, not cold, very refreshing.
The roommates were taking a nap, and Fu Jia tiptoed out of bed, went to the bathroom to run a little water to cool off, and changed out of sweaty clothes.
When taking a shower, he was careful not to let the wound touch the water, but he couldn't avoid being splashed by the water. It hurts a bit, but Fu Jia feels it doesn't matter.
He's not going to be broken for this.
Whether it's an injury or a confession of rejection.
In the afternoon class, Fu Jia was taught a lesson by the big head grabbing the collar.
"You actually skipped class!" Datou said angrily. "Fortunately, I was clever and told the teacher that you had diarrhea. Tell me quickly, where did you go? Don't tell me!"
Fu Jia apologized to him and pointed to his feet, "It's not like skipping class. If something went wrong, I went to the infirmary."
He was stunned for two seconds when he heard the word "infirmary". He bent down to take a look, and saw that Fu Jia's wound had been properly treated, with a thick gauze attached, one shoe on his feet was well worn, while the other shoe was stepping on the heel, and he laughed unkindly: " Fu Jia, you look like you're planting rice in the fields."
Fu Jia was stunned for a moment, then took it seriously: "Then I'll put on my shoes." As he spoke, he was about to squat down.
Datou quickly stopped him: "Don't, don't, I'm joking."
Fu Jia originally thought it was nothing, but when the big head said it, he began to feel awkward: "Is it very sloppy?"
Datou comforted him: "It's okay, you don't have a girlfriend, and you're not chasing others, so what are you afraid of, just be sloppy, and heal the injury first."
Before he could finish speaking, Fu Jia's face darkened.
He didn't say a word, just bent down and lifted the heels up.
"Damn!" Big Head exclaimed, "You are so cruel to yourself?"
Fu Jia moved his feet and didn't feel any discomfort: "It's fine if you don't walk. Anyway, you have to sit in the seat and can't move in class, so let's get dressed first."
The big head touched his chin and fell into deep thought.
It turns out that Fu Jia is such a person who pays so much attention to his own image? Or... he has a girl he likes
He was still thinking when he heard Fu Jia say, "Big head, I have a question for you."
"Huh?" said the big head, "you ask, you can ask whatever you want."
Fu Jia said earnestly, "How do boys... generally go after the person they like?"
"Huh?" Datou was dumbfounded. After a while, he patted the table: "No way, do you really have someone you like?"
Fu Jia raised his hand and pressed down: "No, no, please be quiet, be quiet."
The big head cooperated to suppress his voice: "Then why do you ask that?"
Fu Jia scratched his head, a little embarrassed. He often lied, but he didn't know how to make up a lie about this kind of thing, and it was the first time he made it up.
He hesitated: "I...I have a friend..."
"Oh..." Datou interrupted him, dragging his voice, "your friend."
He was very cooperative and didn't ask any further questions, and answered seriously: "To chase after girls, you have to do what you like, girls of this age understand very well, take her to and from school, buy her breakfast, send her Her jewelry, cosmetics, it's very simple."
The big head subconsciously thinks that it is a girl, and never thinks of the possibility of other genders.
Fu Jia frowned: "It's not like this..."
Take him to and from school? Lu Qi'an didn't seem to need someone to escort him. buy breakfast? In Lu Qi'an's apartment, an aunt is responsible for three meals every day. Jewelry, cosmetics, that's even more ridiculous...
"Isn't it like this?" Datou's face was clear, "I see, are you ready to take the next step? Then you should be bold, go up and hug her, kiss her, the girl said no. , I was really looking forward to it.”
Speaking of this, the big hair let out a weird laugh.
Fu Jia's face turned blue.
Don't talk about it, look forward to it...
Shit, what the big head is saying is completely bullshit.
Fu Jia thanked him in a perfunctory manner and ignored the big head. No matter how Datou pestered him to ask about "that girl", Fu Jia ignored him.
Throughout the afternoon's class, Fu Jia would be distracted from time to time.
He wants to pursue Lu Qi'an now. Although he did not obtain the consent of the other party, he had already announced it in front of Lu Qi'an, and he would definitely insist.
The question is: how to chase
After thinking about it for an afternoon, Fu Jia finally thought that maybe he should ask a female friend.
At noon the next day, Fu Jia asked Cen Mengke to meet at the KTV where he used to work during the summer vacation.
Ignoring the bizarre lights in the KTV, and the howls of ghosts and wolves, this is a secret place that can be used to talk about business.
Cen Mengke didn't change much, she still had a miniskirt under her school uniform top. A total of more than ten holes were pierced in the two ears, and they were covered with colorful things, which flashed especially under the lights.
Sitting next to Fu Jia, she exaggeratedly said, "Wow, you look completely different."
"yes?"
"Yeah." Cen Mengke said, "The temperament of a scholar is just different. You used to look like..." She paused, "Very unhappy? It's not right, in short, it's quite worrying. I'm afraid that you will hit someone if you don't agree. "
Her tone and words seemed to be joking, Fu Jia smiled and didn't take it seriously.
However, the word "beating" has become unfamiliar to Fu Jia. He used to have a utility knife with him at all times, sometimes buying sandpaper to sharpen it.
No need now.
Fu Jia said, "I made an appointment with you today to ask you some questions."
Cen Mengke nodded: "I know, you said it on the phone, you can ask."
Fu Jia cleared his throat and asked calmly, "I want to know, how do you girls pursue boys..."
"What?" Cen Mengke thought she heard it wrong: "Chasing men? You said the opposite."
Fu Jia's ears were so hot that it affected his calmness. He covered his hands and said, "That's right, I just wanted to ask how you girls chase boys."
Cen Mengke was stunned for a while, and from doubting Fu Jia began to doubt herself. Could it be that this is a new trend that no one knows about in the Sixth Middle School? Or... People who study well love to study the psychology of the opposite sex
Fortunately, Fu Jia thought up an excuse in advance and explained: "I made a friend at No. 6 Middle School. She is a girl and recently wanted to pursue someone she likes, so let me ask you for her."
Cen Mengke felt that this was unreasonable: "I don't know her, can I turn a corner and ask me!"
Fu Jia bit her head and said, "She has heard of you, aren't you very popular in No. 6 Middle School? Maybe there is a better way."
Cen Mengke suddenly realized.
"That's it." She accepted the reason. She has been popular with boys since she was in junior high school. Although she never brags about it, she is still proud to hear it mentioned by others.
"Well, it's very simple. Generally, as long as girls are interesting, boys will not disagree." Cen Mengke raised her chin slightly, her face full of confidence.
Fu Jia said, "What if the other party is difficult to deal with?"
"Difficult?" Cen Mengke was a little worried. What is difficult? There has never been a difficult man in her life.
She tried to recall what her sisters did when they chased their boyfriends, and said, "Then... try to care about him and move him."
Fu Jia nodded his head, and his heart was suddenly enlightened.
It seems that it is reliable to ask Cen Mengke. He asked, "How exactly?"
Cen Mengke said while recalling: "Look, the characteristics of girls are gentleness and delicacy, which corresponds to actions, that is, the subtle things are moist and silent."
Fu Jia nodded. Both were so excited that they didn't notice the wrong verse in her words.
"First of all, love letters have to be written. Girls are very shy, so it's much better to write them on paper and show them to each other." Cen Mengke said, and began to make up her memory based on her memory, "Then it's food, pay attention here, You have to give it to yourself to make it yourself, so that you can show your virtuousness.”
"anything else?"
Cen Mengke smiled.
On this day, Fu Jia learned a lot from her.
The next morning, when Lu Qi'an came to the school, he found that there were some things in his seat that did not belong to him.
When I took it out, it was a carton of milk. There is also an envelope tied with a pink ribbon on the outside of the package, which is also pink.
He frowned, wanting to throw the hot thing away, but noticed a small letter written in the corner of the envelope—
Jia.