On the first day of the National Day holiday, the city cooled down and poured rain.
Fu Jia and her roommates were woken up by the sound of rain. When I woke up, it was as dark as dusk outside, everyone thought it was still early, but when I looked at the time, it was already seven o'clock.
After Fu Jia got up, she habitually changed into her summer school uniform, as did her roommates. When someone opened the door to the balcony, the cold air and moisture outside were blown in by the wind, and the four of them immediately shrank their necks from the cold.
The roommate touched the socks hanging outside, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "It's over, it's all wet."
Everyone glanced at the cold wind and cold rain outside, and quickly pulled out the autumn school uniforms from the cabinets.
On the way to the classroom with an umbrella, Fu Jia moved his schoolbag to the front of his body and held it, still protecting it with his hands.
The roommate was very curious and asked him, "Why are you holding your schoolbag? What baby is in it?"
Fu Jia shook his head and said vaguely, "It's nothing, it's a gift for others."
Seeing that he didn't want to go into details, his roommate didn't ask any further.
When Fu Jia arrived in the classroom, his big head rushed over like a hungry tiger smelling fishy, and asked him anxiously, "Boss Fu, what's going on?"
Fu Jia didn't give him a good look, and ignored him directly.
The big head folded his hands together and sincerely apologized: "I was wrong this time. I will never let you do this kind of thing again next time, okay? You can tell me what happened yesterday, did it work or not?"
Fu Jia said with a cold face, "He doesn't agree."
Big head does not give up: "Really?"
Fu Jia learned from landing Qi'an and frowned coldly: "Why don't you ask him yourself?"
The big head was overwhelmed, and he begged for mercy decisively: "I know, I know, this time you have worked hard for you, Boss Fu, and I will beat you on the shoulders?"
Fu Jia saw his dog-legged expression, most of his anger disappeared, and his face softened a lot. Datou is not a bad guy, he just wants to get close to Lu Qian. How normal is this, Lu Qi'an is such an excellent person, who wouldn't want to get closer to him? What's more... He didn't help Datou to ask Lu Qi'an at all, and even showed him his face in front of Datou's so many friends.
"Don't ask so many people to eat with me without my consent in the future," Fu Jia said.
Datou nodded again and again: "Yes yes yes."
Fu Jia was completely relieved.
There is no overnight feud between the boys in high school, not to mention that the big head is so flexible and stretched, the two quickly returned to their previous state.
Datou said that he wanted to invite Fu Jia to lunch, but Fu Jia refused.
"Are you still angry?" The big head was hurt.
Fu Jia shook his head, glanced at the schoolbag in his seat, and said, "No, I have other things to do."
The weather forecast said this: 16 to 20 degrees Celsius, heavy to heavy rain.
Fu Jia calculated the time and went to the office to find the head teacher at the end of the last class in the morning, asking for sick leave on the grounds of "unbearable abdominal pain".
After begging and begging, the head teacher glanced at his skyrocketing weekly test scores and reluctantly granted leave. Fu Jia hugged her belly, came out of the office with great gratitude, and immediately recovered her vitality.
He took the umbrella from the classroom, took the schoolbag in his arms, left the second-year teaching building, and walked towards the third-year teaching building. Along the way, he slowly stepped on the standing water on the ground, humming along with the sound of the rain hitting the umbrella, feeling relaxed and happy like never before.
In order to weave the gray scarf in his arms, Fu Jia stayed up for three nights. Every morning, his eyes were dry and bloodshot, and a bunch of white hair grew on his temples.
Although he suffered a big loss, Fu Jia enjoyed the whole process. As long as he thought that this scarf would make Lu Qi'an like it, he felt that everything he did was meaningful.
When Fu Jia arrived at the third grade teaching building and started to climb the stairs, the get out of class bell rang. Fu Jia quickened his pace and trotted to find Lu Qi'an's class.
He sneaked a glance inside and found that the teacher was still standing on the podium, not announcing the get out of class was dismissed.
Afraid that Lu Qi'an would find out in advance and ruin the surprise he prepared, Fu Jia leaned against the wall with his back tightly to hide his figure, quietly listening to the sound of rain outside and his own heartbeat that was getting faster and faster.
After several minutes, the teacher in the classroom finally announced that the get out of class was over, and the students opened the door and poured out of the classroom.
Fu Jia grasped the schoolbag in his arms and stared nervously at the people who came out.
No, no, no.
It's Li Qinhe!
Fu Jia quickly turned his back and covered his face with his schoolbag. Fortunately, Li Qinhe's girlfriend smiled and waved at him not far away, and Li Qinhe could only see his beautiful girlfriend in his eyes.
Fu Jia breathed a sigh of relief and continued to stare at the person who went out.
No, no, no.
no, no, no...
Still not.
Fewer and fewer people came out, and in the end no one came out again. None of them are Lu Qi'an.
Fu Jia was apprehensive, walked cautiously to the back door of the classroom, and looked inside.
There were only two boys left in the classroom. Seeing Fu Jia look over, she was puzzled and couldn't figure out the situation. Both of them were faces that could not be more unfamiliar.
Fu Jia was stunned.
The two boys in the classroom looked at each other and asked aloud, "Classmate, is something wrong?"
"I..." Fu Jia said hesitantly, "I want to find someone."
The taller boy nodded and said friendly: "Who are you looking for? Everyone is gone now. I can help you talk to him when they come in the afternoon."
"Thank you." Fu Jia walked into the classroom and pointed to Lu Qi'an's seat, "I want to find Lu Qi'an." He used to stay next to Lu Qi'an's seat for a while, no matter how the position changed, he could recognize Lu Qi'an's position again. .
The tall boy nodded and said, "Lu Qi'an, he..."
"Wait." It was the short boy next to him who interrupted him.
He raised his eyes, looked at Fu Jia with a frown, and asked, "Classmate, have you been to our class before?"
"Ah?" Fu Jia nodded, "Yeah, what's wrong?"
The short boy sneered and said, "Then I understand."
He remembered Fu Jia, especially the sentence "None of your business" when Fu Jia stepped into their classroom that day to Li Qin and Zhangkou.
Taking a closer look, this tall and thin boy had also behaved similarly in physical education class, and he was more blatant and shameless than the last time. He actually went straight to the field of their class and handed Lu Qi'an water.
This is the kind of person he looks down on the most.
He studied well and his family was rich. He felt very lucky to be able to study with Lu Li in the best class of No. 6 Middle School. He has always looked down on those who can't study well or have a bad family background. They have learned the hooliganism in the society in high school campuses, tending to be inflamed, and flattering people with good family background and good studies.
In his opinion, Fu Jia is such a person.
"Senior Lu has something to do in the office." The short boy said, "But... he told me before that if a tall and thin junior came to him, let him help him go to the cafe north of the school. Buy a cup of hot coffee."
He intends to fix Fu Jia.
In this passage, only the first sentence is true. Today, Lu Qi'an was unprecedentedly late for a class, making the dean and head teacher who have always loved him like a formidable enemy, for fear of his health. Pan Xingxing Pan Moon waited until someone came, and went directly to the infirmary. After confirming that he was all right, he was arrested again in the office to talk to each other. So far, he has refused to let him go.
But now, it is estimated that he has gone to dinner with the dean.
Hearing his words, the tall boy gave him a strange look, but didn't stop him.
Fu Jia saw the strange atmosphere between them and did not believe the boy's words, and said, "Thank you, then I will go to the office to find him myself."
"Hey, junior brother, wait a minute, you are really ignorant. If you disturb Lu Qi'an, what else will it do except annoy him and the teacher?" The short boy stopped him and said earnestly, "Listen to me. The senior said, there is no need to lie to you, Lu Qian really told me to let you buy coffee. I will tell you the truth and you will understand. People, what you do is to be sincere, and you want to make friends. A friend has to make a contribution, you can't even buy him a cup of coffee, what's the use? I think this is a test to test whether you really want to be friends with him."
The tall boy turned his head and covered his mouth desperately to stop laughing.
Fu Jia was confused by what he said.
Is it really? Seems to make sense, but it's weird.
The tall boy gradually became amused, and said to Fu Jia seriously, "Sister, this is true. Many people heard it at that time, and I also heard it. If you really want to make friends with Lu Qi'an, the most important thing is So hurry up and buy it. He will go home when the teacher lets him go. Now it's almost... There are ten minutes left. If you are too late, we won't help you hide it. We will tell him directly that you are not willing to help him. buy coffee."
Both of them are serious, as if the confidant senior is answering questions for the junior.
Fu Jia clenched his fists and thought about it. No matter how much he doubted their words, he didn't dare to let go of his worries.
What if
What if Lu Qi'an was really testing him
Now he, even if it is 1 in 10,000, dare not ignore it.
He walked to Lu Qi'an's desk, put the schoolbag on the table, and said, "I see, I'll go buy it now, and ask the senior to help me look at the bag."
The short boy raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect that he would really believe it. He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll help you look good, you can go."
Fu Jia thanked again, picked up the umbrella and rushed out, not hearing the sudden burst of laughter from the two boys in the classroom.
With only ten minutes left, Fu Jia ran very fast. He didn't have a watch, so he counted the time second by second in his heart, the faster he counted, the more anxious he became.
In the rainstorm, his pants were quickly soaked by the stagnant water. He was holding an umbrella, but there was no difference between hitting and not hitting. The rain slammed into the umbrella without any obstacles, but it also brought resistance, forcing him to slow down.
He took his umbrella and picked up speed.
When he arrived at the cafe, Fu Jia was soaked all over, which surprised the lady at the front desk. The person in front of him saw this, kindly let him in front, and the barista moved faster than usual.
Fu Jia took the coffee and didn't even have time to say thank you, so he rushed out of the store and rushed back to school.
Considering that the coffee was for Lu Qi'an, Fu Jia took off his jacket, carefully wrapped the coffee cup, and held it in his arms before running.
Be quick, be quick.
In the end, it only took him a total of seven minutes to get back to the classroom.
He was holding on to the door frame, gasping for breath, no part of his body dry.
The two boys in the classroom were startled when they saw him. The tall boy glanced at his watch and said in surprise, "So soon?"
Fu Jia's face was wet from the rain, and the rain also entered his eyes. His vision was a little blurry, but he could still see that the two boys were playing with something in their hands.
Moreover, the bag placed on Lu Qi'an's table before he left had been opened.
It was a grey, fluffy thing.
It is no longer neat and clean, half on the ground, half in the hands, the edges are off the line, and it is scattered.
Fu Jia stood up straight and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at the two boys, and said, "You guys are playing with me."
When the tall boy saw that his expression was wrong, he quickly said, "Junior, we just wanted to play a joke on you."
"You're kidding me," he repeated word by word.
The short boy didn't change his expression, snorted coldly, and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Fu Jia stopped talking. He tore off the school uniform wrapped around the coffee cup, threw it on the ground, and walked towards them with the coffee.
It seemed to be the first sound of the rainstorm at night, and it seemed to be the moment when he walked out of the eaves with an umbrella, and the rain fell on the umbrella.
Fu Jia heard a huge roar.
"I'm fucking your mother!"
He raised his hand and smashed the coffee cup on the boy's head. The paper cup burst open in an instant, and the hot coffee splashed the boy's face, causing him to cry out in pain.
The coffee splashed and fell on Fu Jia's face at a few points. He didn't even blink an eye, he threw himself at the boy and punched him out.
The weight of strength and the ruthlessness in his eyes frightened the two boys in the third year of high school.
The short boy was bloodied by this blow, but Fu Jia didn't let go, grabbed his collar and pushed him down on the table behind him, and unhesitatingly threw a second punch. The boy hurriedly went to the party with his hands, and yelled at the other who was frightened: "Go and call the teacher!"
The tall boy ran out in a panic.
During the lunch break, there was only one male teacher left in the nearest office. He hurried to the classroom with the tall boy, and saw that the two of them were already fighting on the ground, and blood was seen on both sides.
He and the tall boy dragged one by one, but it didn't work. Fu Jia was completely insane. He kicked and kicked the ground to get out of the teacher's hands. The teacher was dragged to the ground by him, and he was also caught with a bloodstain.
They shouted so loudly that almost everyone in the whole building was moved. More and more people came to help fight, and then the situation was brought under control.
Seeing that the situation was serious, the male teacher made a call to the dean.
As the short boy guessed, Mr. Liu did take Lu Qi'an to eat in the staff cafeteria. She answered the phone and did not avoid Lu Qi'an. After hearing the situation in front of him, she was shocked: "Fight, there is a sophomore fighting in the first class of senior three?"
Lu Qi'an's body froze.
He and Teacher Liu looked at each other with serious expressions. Teacher Liu immediately reacted: "Could it be Fu Jia?"
They rushed to the third grade teaching building in a hurry. When they arrived at the classroom, the onlookers surrounded the front and rear doors, and they couldn't squeeze in.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Teacher Liu pushed aside the crowd and let Lu Qi'an go in first, and then he followed.
The scene in front of me was a little scary.
The originally tidy classroom is now a mess, the tables and chairs are slanted, and most of the books that were originally placed on the table are scattered on the ground, trampled by people who come and go, and the floor is in a mess.
A dozen people were in the room, some standing and some sitting, crowded in a small open space in the center of the classroom, working together to restrain Fu Jia and another boy.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that it was just two people making trouble.
Lu Qi'an walked in and crouched beside Fu Jia to check his situation.
Fu Jia was lying on the ground, with countless hands on his back, preventing him from moving. He was messy and messed up everywhere, but that wasn't the most important thing. There was blood oozing from his nose and mouth, which was what Lu Qi'an was most worried about.
Fu Jia was hit in the eye during the quarrel, and his vision was a little blurry, but he still recognized Lu Qi'an's outline in an instant. He opened his mouth and tried to get up.
The person holding him was terrified, seven or eight hands together, pressing him back with heavier force.
"Let go!" Lu Qi'an turned pale and roared angrily, "Don't press him, let go!"
His roar was hoarse, causing the entire classroom to fall silent.
The person holding Fu Jia was stunned for a while, then relaxed. But they were frightened by Fu Jia's troubles and dared not let go completely.
The short boy on the other side was in worse condition than Fu Jia. His eyes were completely swollen, his nose was bleeding non-stop, and blood was oozing from the gap between his teeth. He was so frightened that he couldn't cry. The tears flowed to the lower half of his face and mixed with blood. Together with the coffee that Fu Jia had hit on his face before, it mixed into an indescribable color.
Hearing Lu Qi'an's voice, he was extremely aggrieved, and hissed, "Teachers and students! This lunatic did it first, you will find out by checking the surveillance!"
Hearing his voice, Fu Jia reflexively wanted to get up and beat him. The person holding him was yelled at by Lu Qi'an before, and he didn't respond, so he let him get up from the ground.
Seeing this, Lu Qi'an hugged him tightly, let him kick and beat him in his arms, hugged him a little bit tighter, and comforted him by his ear: "It's alright, it's alright, it's me."
Seeing this, Teacher Liu hurried over to help.
Fu Jia gasped heavily, gradually calmed down, and tugged on Lu Qi'an's clothes tightly.
Lu Qi'an felt his trembling in his arms, pursed his lips, and his hands were cold.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the short boy cried even more fiercely, shouting hoarsely: "Teacher, are you unreasonable? He did it first, hurry up and call the police to arrest him! This kind of student must be expelled. Must be fired!"
As he spoke, blood spurted out of his mouth, looking terrifying.
Seeing this, the other teachers rushed to his side to comfort him, and anxiously called to ask where the ambulance was and why it didn't come.
Inside and outside the classroom, Wuyang Wuyang is full of people, constantly discussing who is right and who is wrong.
Lu Qi'an was furious to the extreme, but calmed down instead. He knew that the other party's injury was more serious than that of Fu Jia, and there were so many teachers and students here who witnessed it with their own eyes. If Fu Jia really did it first, things would not end well.
"Aunt Liu, help me watch him." He said to Teacher Liu.
Teacher Liu was stunned and took Fu Jia from his hand. Seeing that Fu Jia would not let go of Lu Qi'an's clothes, he gently opened his hand.
Lu Qian called "Aunt Liu" instead of "Mr. Liu".
Lu Qi'an stood up with a calm expression: "Feng Jing, calm down first, emotional excitement is not good for stopping bleeding." Feng Jing was the name of a short boy.
Feng Jing glanced at Lu Qi'an. Although he wanted to say something, he didn't want to yell at Lu Qi'an, so he just turned his face away angrily.
"Feng Jing, since you have the confidence to adjust the monitoring, it means that the first person to start this dispute should be Fu Jia—that is, this junior in the second year of high school." Lu Qi'an said.
Feng Jing said dissatisfiedly: "What should be called, that is, he first..."
"But," Lu Qi'an frowned and interrupted him in a cold voice, "no one will fight another person for no reason, and knowing that there is surveillance, and before the investigation is clear, it is impossible to judge who is who. No."
He took a deep breath, observed the dissatisfied eyes of the people around him, and knew that bystanders sympathized with the weak and the losers. He slowed down his tone and said, "The situation is so chaotic now that you can't sort things out. Don't rashly call the police or drop out of school. It's a fact that Fu Jia first hit people. It's obvious to all that your injury is worse than his. Let him apologize to you, and talk about the future things slowly, everyone agrees to handle it like this?"
He is organized and clear, and even in this case, the speed of speech is neither fast nor slow, so that everyone can hear it clearly, and feel his desire to calm down.
As the dean of the school, Mrs. Liu was the first to come down: "Just do this. Don't block the door. Isn't it lively and beautiful? How can I get in on a stretcher after a while?"
The onlookers avoided her eyes embarrassingly, and pushed back one by one.
She breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Fu Jia in her arms, and said softly, "Fu Jia, you should say sorry to the senior today, it doesn't mean that you are wrong about this matter, it's just that he is your senior. The injury is heavier than you, so please apologize first and comfort him, okay?"
Before she could finish speaking, Fu Jia raised her head from his arms and looked at Lu Qi'an absently.
Lu Qi'an also looked at him, clenching his hands tightly, trembling slightly.
Teacher Liu was slightly stunned.
Suddenly, she understood what the strange feeling was when she saw the backs of the two children rise up when she invited Fu Jia to have dinner.
The exclusivity between them is too strong. As long as they looked at each other, everything around them was excluded from them.
They only have each other, only see each other, only recognize each other.
Fu Jia opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why... I want to apologize."
Lu Qi'an whispered, "It doesn't mean you're wrong."
Fu Jia's eyes were blank, and he asked again stubbornly: "Why am I apologizing..."
Lu Qi'an's heart was numb, and he said reluctantly, "I said it, it doesn't mean you..."
"In your eyes, is it that everything I do is wrong and you are not satisfied with what I do?"
Fu Jia said.
He waved Mr. Liu's hand away, got up from the ground with both hands and feet, and stood firm again with difficulty.
"I gave up." He said through gritted teeth, pushed away the people in the way, and ran out of the classroom.
The remaining Lu Qi'an stood there, all parts of his body lost consciousness in an instant.
After two seconds, he chased out.
The back is frantic.