Slow-Witted

Chapter 28

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Fu Jia stared at the transcript in front of him and was stunned.

After a while, he patted the big head beside him and said, "Big head, come and see what words are written on this..."

He tilted his head and saw him staring at his transcript in a daze, funny and strange, and said, "There are so many words on it, which one are you talking about?"

Fu Jia pointed to the word "nine" in "Ninth" and said, "This."

Big head rolled his eyes.

In the fourth weekly test of No. 6 Middle School, Fu Jia was ranked ninth in the class. The moment he got his report card, he almost jumped out of his seat.

Is he that great, is he really that great

This is the top ten!

It has been a month since the school started, and tomorrow is October 1st, which is the long-awaited holiday for students. After class, the surrounding classmates were discussing where to play during the National Day holiday, and how to make use of this, which was compressed into a three-day holiday due to make-up classes. Fu Jia didn't want to pay attention to these, and happily held his report card and read it endlessly.

I really want to show it to Lu Qi'an, he thought.

But... it's not the time yet.

Since being explicitly rejected, Fu Jia has lived a three-point and one-line life in the dormitory, classroom, and canteen, and seems to have completely given up pursuing Lu Qi'an. But in fact, not only did he not give up, he also regretted that when he was rejected, he ran away without saying a word, showing no backbone.

Now, he was trying to show Lu Qi'an his determination to never give up, secretly preparing a gift.

In the afternoon, Fu Jia refused a friend's invitation to eat, and hurriedly returned to the dormitory where no one else had returned, took a small bag, and quickly left with the bag, finding an inaccessible corner of the campus.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he opened the small bag, took out two long wooden wool needles, and dragged a small piece that had been knitted underneath...

scarf.

That's right, he wants to weave a scarf for Lu Qi'an!

After he ran away that day, he began to search for a more powerful and impactful way to pursue Lu Qi'an, and then he thought of this.

The source of the method is Cen Mengke, she said at that time: "If writing a love letter or something doesn't work, it is very likely that the other party doesn't like this kind of falsehood and is a person who talks about reality, then we will talk to him about reality, Knit scarves and gloves for him with your own hands, and if you don't move, you will not be human."

Fu Jia thought it was reasonable, but at that time he thought that scarf knitting was too feminine and difficult to learn, so he skipped it.

The most important thing is, who will send scarves in September and October? Usually it is delivered on Christmas or New Year's Day.

But now, Fu Jia has no choice.

There is also an old yellowed book in the bag, which is "The Complete Work of Wool Weaving" that Fu Jia found in the library. He spread the book out and put it on his lap, then carefully picked up the needle for wool, tidied up the yarn, made gestures according to the picture on the book, and said silently: "Go through... Catch up, turn around, and then let go..."

While reading, he clumsily followed.

He chose dark gray wool, which was not cheap. In contrast, wool needles are cheap. The first time he started, Fu Jia didn't even know where to put his hand, and he didn't check the utensils. As a result, the burr on the inferior wool needle stuck into his palm, making him almost give up.

The thorns are so small that they can't be seen in sunlight, and they hurt when touched, which is extremely annoying. Fu Jia picked it up with a small knife under the lamp, and pierced through two layers of skin before picking out the thorn.

After so many days, Fu Jia became more and more proficient, and the rough wooden wool needles were smoothed by his hands, no longer sticking to his hands.

Fu Jia knitted until the end of the lunch break, during which time he ate the bread he bought early for lunch. He tore apart the small piece that had been woven and checked it over and over again. He didn't feel that his efforts at noon had made this small piece grow much, and he couldn't help but sigh. He put everything back in his bag and returned to the bedroom as if nothing had happened.

The roommates were all awake, and they were packing up for class. When he saw him walking in with his bag, he smiled: "Going to the woods to endorse again?"

Fu Jia hid the small bag and said, "Yes."

Another roommate also found it funny: "Next time, I'll recite it in the dormitory. The three of us can't wake up from sleeping thunder, so you can recite it as you like."

Fu Jia shook his head: "I'm so sorry."

They left the dormitory together and went to their respective classes.

The same is true of school in the afternoon. As soon as Fu Jia heard the bell, she cheered up and prepared to rush out as soon as possible. The big head on the side looked at him tense all over, thinking of his abnormal state in the past few days, and hurriedly stopped him: "Ahhhh, what are you in a hurry?"

Fu Jia had already thought about his words: "Go to the cafeteria."

With a big tut, he was very disdainful: "It's a holiday tomorrow. What's wrong with not eating a meal? Don't worry, don't worry, I have something to discuss with you, and I will invite you for this meal."

Fu Jia looked embarrassed and said, "Do you have to invite me?"

The big head's face immediately fell: "Please don't you want it?"

Fu Jia had no choice, and nodded, "Okay, okay."

Datou made a jerk gesture behind him, and a bunch of boys shouted oh oh yeah and gathered towards Datou.

Fu Jia was startled and asked Datou, "Why are there so many people?"

"Hey, everyone wants to ask you to do things." The big head grabbed his shoulders, and the others rushed up, dragging Fu Jia to the cafeteria.

On the way, Fu Jia struggled several times to no avail, and his face was already a little ugly, but his tone remained kind: "First clarify what is going on, I can't just eat your meal if I don't understand it."

The big head comforted him: "It's easy to say, it's just a little thing. Isn't this the 11th holiday? Some of our brothers have obtained driver's licenses and want to invite friends to go on a self-driving tour in the suburbs."

Fu Jia snorted, nodded, and said, "I see, but I can't drive?"

Datou was speechless and patted his head: "Am I the kind of person who fools others into being a coolie? I want to invite you to come along and call some of your friends by the way."

Fu Jia understood and felt a little embarrassed: "So, I misunderstood, but I don't have time for vacation, I want to..."

Seeing that he was about to refuse, Datou hurriedly interrupted him: "Boss, Boss Fu, do you a little favor, let's play together, how nice, how free is it to travel by car? Don't you know Senior Lu? Help? I'll call him, okay?"

Fu Jia was stunned, his footsteps stopped, and he stopped in place.

"No," he said without hesitation.

Seeing that his tone was firm and there was no room for negotiation, he became anxious: "Don't refuse so quickly, just ask me a question and ask him if he wants to come."

Fu Jia was almost angry: "I can't do such a thing."

Datou patiently persuaded: "Don't say no, let's go to the cafeteria and then how about it? Let's eat first, we don't eat the big stove today, we eat the small stir-fry, okay?"

They were about to enter the cafeteria, and Fu Jia refused to leave. They were all stuck at the entrance of the cafeteria, embarrassing.

"No, no, I'm leaving." Fu Jia said.

Datou lowered his tone and grabbed him with one hand: "Boss Fu, think about it again? Anyway, you are familiar with Senior Lu. It doesn't matter."

Hearing the word "familiar", Fu Jia's anger rose to his head, and he said loudly, "Who said that I am familiar with Lu Qi'an, we are not, he will be angry if I do such a thing!"

The big head looked stiff, and some couldn't get off the stage.

Anyone could see that Fu Jia was really angry.

The atmosphere was stalemate for a while, and the big-headed friends looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, someone saw two figures not far away with sharp eyes, and said excitedly, "Isn't that the dean and senior Lu?"

Everyone turned their heads to look, and it turned out to be Mr. Liu and Lu Qi'an. They were walking into the cafeteria, but they were not in the same direction as ordinary students. There was the staff cafeteria.

The boy's voice was high and loud. Mr. Liu had been trained for many years and was extremely sensitive to the words "director of education", so he looked straight at him.

The boys were not afraid of being discovered, and shouted to her in unison, "Hello, Dean!"

Teacher Liu shook his head in distress and said to Lu Qi'an beside him, "I'm sorry, these brats are really..."

She finally caught Lu Qi'an to eat together, and really didn't want to be disturbed, which would have a bad influence on Lu Qi'an.

"It's alright, please do." Lu Qi'an said, looking at the group of boys.

Fu Jia was surrounded by him, with an uncomfortable expression on his face, his eyes drooping, not knowing what he was dodging.

Others rubbed against him and grabbed his arm.

Grab his arm.

"What are you doing blocking the door of the cafeteria? Eat well if you want to eat, and leave if you don't!" Teacher Liu said.

The boys smiled and said, "I know!"

Teacher Liu sighed and said to Lu Qi'an, "Okay, let's go."

Lu Qi'an didn't move, lowered his head slightly, and whispered something to her.

Teacher Liu was very surprised after hearing this: "Really?" She looked closely among the boys, and sure enough, she saw a child who made her face familiar.

"Fu Jia, you haven't had dinner yet. Since you met, would you like to have dinner with us?" Teacher Liu sent an invitation.

Fu Jia, who was named, was pushed to the front by the coaxing boys before he could react.

"I..." He peeked at Lu Qi'an from the corner of his heart, and subconsciously wanted to step back.

Behind him, the big head was smiling at him, and his eyes were full of writing: "Brother, I'll ask you!"

Teacher Liu smiled kindly and waved at him: "Come on."

Fu Jia knew that he had to go or not, so he gritted his teeth and moved towards Teacher Liu and Lu Qi'an step by step.

The boys behind him saw this scene, smiled with relief, and entered the student cafeteria together.

Fu Jia: "..."

Lu Qi'an: "..."

Teacher Liu…

"Huh?" She looked suspiciously at the two children standing face to face like stakes, neither speaking nor looking at each other, and still unwilling to move, so she said, "What are you doing standing, let's go too."

Lu Qi'an hummed and took the lead, and then Fu Jia also moved.

Teacher Liu followed them, always feeling strange.

After the previous experience, Mr. Liu took the initiative to order a sumptuous dinner for Fu Jia this time. In contrast, the meat dishes that Fu Jia ordered with a swollen face and a fat man were like relief food for refugees.

Fu Jia couldn't refuse, she kept saying thank you and accepted Teacher Liu's kindness.

"You don't need to thank me, thank Qi'an if you want." Teacher Liu said with a smile.

Fu Jia held his chopsticks, and was coy for a long time before whispering, "Thank you... Thank you, senior." After speaking, she quickly fed a mouthful of white rice.

Lu Qi'an looked indifferent and said, "No thanks."

This tone, Mr. Liu felt freezing cold just listening to it. She couldn't help but ask her guess: "What's the matter, you guys quarreled?"

Fu Jia frantically shook his head.

How dare he quarrel with Lu Qi'an.

The most quarrelsome and angry here is Lu Qi'an. He was angry every day, but he was still angry for no reason. Those who didn't know it thought he was rejected.

Seeing that Lu Qi'an didn't answer, Teacher Liu gave up and switched to another topic.

"By the way, today happens to be Monday. The results of the weekly test should be down. Fu Jia, did you do so well in the test?"

When he talked about this, Fu Jia's interest became high. He quickly swallowed everything from his mouth and said, "It's not very good. He only ranks ninth in the class."

After speaking, Fu Jiatong felt comfortable.

Who would have thought? He actually had such a day, when he did well in the test, he could hypocritically sigh, saying that he was "not very good".

Mr. Liu once intervened in Fu Jia's transfer. He knew Fu Jia's details. He was very pleasantly surprised to hear that he could achieve this result in the fourth week: "Very good, it seems that you have worked hard."

Fu Jia smiled modestly. He looked at Lu Qi'an with hope, wanting to extract even the slightest admiration from his eyes.

but.

Fu Jia took a deep breath and told herself not to be disappointed, the future will be long.

Teacher Liu also glanced at Lu Qi'an, and seeing that he had no desire to speak, he was very helpless and could only activate the atmosphere by himself. She said to Fu Jia, "Since you did so well in the test, do you have any reservations for the holidays? Do you want to reward yourself for where to go?"

Fu Jia subconsciously shook his head, but then he thought of something.

Holiday…

Although he wouldn't help Datou to invite Lu Qi'an to go on a self-driving tour, it was a good idea to travel together.

He can invite Lu Qi'an himself!

Fu Jia put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "I have thought about it. Actually... I really want to invite Senior Lu to travel with me."

Teacher Liu raised his eyebrows in surprise and supported him very much: "That's great. You can go out for a walk together to relax, which is beneficial to study and life."

After she finished speaking, she and Fu Jia looked at Lu Qi'an, waiting for his reply.

Lu Qi'an squeezed his chopsticks tightly and didn't speak.

After a few seconds, he relaxed the strength in his hands, put down the chopsticks, and said, "I'm done eating, sorry, I'll take a step first."

Teacher Liu did not expect this: "Qian?"

Fu Jia didn't expect Lu Qi'an to react like this. He thought that he would refuse, or even export to train people, but he didn't think that he would be so unbearable that he would leave immediately.

He felt a pain in his heart, stood up immediately, and said, "Don't do this, I take back what I said before... Otherwise, why don't I go."

Lu Qi'an left his seat and looked up at Fu Jia. The two looked at each other again after so long, but Lu Qi'an didn't seem to have any feelings that one should have. He pushed the chair in and said, "I'll go first."

He turned around, and his back was crisp.

"Qian, are you okay?" Teacher Liu called out again, but Lu Qi'an didn't look back.

She was full of worries and wanted to catch up, but Lu Qi'an's expression was full of rejection, and she didn't move in the end.

She asked Lu Qi'an to eat today just to relieve him, but she didn't expect to break up in a riot. Recently, Lu Qi'an's state is not good. Not only is his personality more gloomy than before, but he also has problems with maintaining a good study. In the past two weeks, his weekly test scores have dropped by an unbelievable rate. Qi An is absolutely abnormal.

Mr. Liu checked his test paper and found that Lu Qi'an's problem-solving ability was no problem, but he was careless in some unreasonable places, and some questions were even skipped and not written.

She sighed heavily. Seeing that Fu Jia had not recovered, she stared blankly at the direction that Lu Qi'an was leaving, and cheered up to comfort him: "It's okay, Qi'an has been erratic recently, and it's not your fault."

Fu Jia nodded and cheered up. The two of them worked together to finish the meal anyway.

After saying goodbye to Teacher Liu, Fu Jia walked out of the cafeteria and gradually recovered.

He was frightened by the angry Lu Qi'an again.

Depend on!

He swears swear words to embolden himself.

He must knit the scarf during the three-day National Day holiday.

If he can't weave well, he won't be named Fu!