Slow-Witted

Chapter 35

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This night, Fu Jia slept very lightly, and he had to be hugged by Lu Qi'an to fall asleep. Once Lu Qi'an released him because he rolled over, he would wake up immediately and retract into Lu Qi'an's arms again.

He was so pestering that Lu Qi'an was frequently awakened by him. After a few times, even if he slept uncomfortable, he subconsciously controlled himself not to turn over.

Early in the morning, Lu Qi'an woke up on time, half of his body was being pressed by Fu Jia. Fu Jia was still sleeping, lying in his arms like a small stove. Lu Qi'an moved his body and froze.

As always, he had a morning erection. This is a common thing for him, and he often closes his eyes and waits for a while and it disappears on his own. But today, Lu Qi'an waited for a full five minutes, and the lower body did not soften.

He propped up his body with the hand that was not held down by Fu Jia. As soon as he moved, Fu Jia woke up, grabbed the clothes on his chest, and asked vaguely, "Where are you going..."

Lu Qi'an simply sat up: "I'm going to take a bath, you can sleep for another half an hour, I'll call you when the time comes."

Fu Jia was still awake, rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm so sleepy... Can I take another day off?"

Lu Qi'an nodded and said, "Yes, but the competition in the school is fierce. You won't know if you won't be in the top ten in the next weekly test."

Fu Jia was startled and woke up.

Lu Qi'an helped him tuck the quilt and got out of bed to take a shower. Fu Jia rubbed his face, a little frustrated. Learning this thing... It's really hard. I took a half-day off yesterday. I don't know if I can't keep up with the class today.

He also got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Aunt Miao prepared breakfast as usual before Lu Qi'an got up, and she knew how to make a meal for two, each with a serving of soy milk and milk.

After Fu Jia and Lu Qi'an had breakfast, they walked to school together. Walking together was a lot slower than walking alone, because Fu Jia would secretly hold Lu Qi'an's hand from behind in a section with few people. Lu Qi'an sometimes let him go, and sometimes avoided passers-by. Fu Jia regarded this as a kind of game, and he had a lot of fun, and his pace was getting slower and slower.

Lu Qi'an cooperated with him to play all the way, and didn't stop until he entered the campus. When they parted at the fork, Lu Qi'an said, "Don't invite anyone to dinner at noon, let's go back together."

Fu Jia thought that three meals a day would be like this, and couldn't help laughing, and said, "Okay, I'll come to you after class."

He watched Lu Qi'an walk away, and didn't go to his class until he could no longer see anyone in the teaching building. The moment he stepped into the classroom, almost all the classmates glanced at him, turned back and patted his friend, said something, and looked back.

Fu Jia knew that it was because of the fight yesterday, and felt a little stuck. Yesterday he could run out of the classroom without a care, but today he has to face it.

Fu Jia pretended to be nonchalant and walked straight to his seat. Datou was sitting on the seat. Fu Jiaben thought he would run over to ask questions excitedly, but Datou just glanced at him cautiously, and there was no other reaction.

Fu Jia took the initiative to talk to him: "Big head, did the teacher assign any homework yesterday afternoon?"

Datou's reaction was still restrained, he nodded and said, "Yes, I'll give it to you later." In No. 6 Middle School, every class teacher will definitely leave homework, and evening self-study will also routinely issue papers. Jia has to make up as soon as possible.

It was strange that Datou didn't ask anything, but Fu Jia was also very happy. After he marked his homework, he started to write the questions.

The big head endured the three questions for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. He said loudly, "Boss Fu, why don't you accept me as your younger brother!"

Fu Jia stopped writing in surprise: "Huh?"

"You sent Feng Jing to the hospital, and the one who finally transferred to another school was actually him, not you. That's too much!" Big head gave thumbs up with both hands.

His voice was loud, especially the first sentence, which attracted many students in the class to look over. Fu Jia frowned, threw the pen on the table, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why did I send him to the hospital, and I didn't get beaten by him? He provokes me first, and also ruined my things. Can't you breathe out?"

Datou was not frightened, but felt that his pen throwing action was handsome, and exaggeratedly said: "Yes, of course it can! Our brother Fu did it right, and it was not pleasing to the eyes of Feng Jing for a long time, or it was a comparison of grades. Well, the grades are relatively high, and there is still a little money at home, and it's like 25,000... We should have been angry... "

He talked non-stop, and Fu Jiaquan ignored him. This attitude made the big head more and more obsessed with him, pestering him to be his younger brother.

"Second year boys beat senior seniors violently" has become a big news in No. 6 Middle School, not to mention that the result of this incident is that the "victims" were forced to transfer schools, while the "perpetrators" retreated. Not only people in Fu Jia's own class would point at him, but also people from other classes and even other grades came over to see Fu Jia's true face.

Most of the classmates just listened to the hilarity and did not know the specific details of the fight. Thinking that the beaten senior left the school, and the beaten junior didn't even get a punishment, so I preconceived that there was a money-right deal here, and even imagined that a rich boy bullied the plain-headed people, and the plain-headed people had nowhere to seek grievances. 's drama.

Only Fu Jia himself knew that he did not retreat completely.

During class time, Fu Jia was taken to the office by the head teacher who was guarding the door of the classroom. The head teacher was not present at the time of the incident. When he got the news and rushed to the school, Fu Jia was nowhere to be seen. He also asked for leave in the afternoon and did not come to the school, so he held back his energy to educate Fu Jia.

The head teacher trained for ten minutes in one breath. Fu Jia kept his head down and listened to the training with a good attitude of admitting mistakes. Seeing that he kept answering "I know it's wrong", the head teacher felt relieved and his face softened, and said, "I know, it was Feng Jing who made the mistake first, but violence is absolutely necessary. After discussion, the school leaders decided not to punish you, but the quality points still have to be deducted a little, can you accept it?"

Fu Jia nodded again and again.

Only then did the head teacher look satisfied, patted Fu Jia on the shoulder, and said, "Come on, study hard, don't be affected by this incident. In addition, the school has asked you to write a review."

Fu Jia was taken aback: "Review?"

The head teacher nodded: "Yes, more than 2,000 words, leave it to me for self-study tomorrow morning."

Hearing the words "two thousand words", Fu Jia's eyes went black.

For a long time, Fu Jia believed that his weakest subjects were mathematics and English. Because he went to school late and was not serious before, his arithmetic ability is very weak, and his sense of English tends to be zero.

As for the language, Fu Jia relied on rote memorization and managed to raise his grades to a level that he didn't need to worry about. But... let him write an 800-word composition, even if it's a 2,000-word review? Can this be written by normal people

After the morning class was over, Fu Jia went to teach Lu Qi'an in the third year of high school. He stared at the people pouring out of the exit, thinking that he could go home for dinner with Lu Qi'an, and relaxed a lot from the tangled mood about reviewing the book.

By the time Lu Qi'an came out of the teaching building, he had already forgotten about the review book.

Lu Qi'an walked out of the school side by side with him and said, "Next time you can stay in the classroom and wait for me."

After entering the third year of high school, the teacher would drag the class almost every time after school. It took about five minutes today, so Fu Jia didn't wait long, but there were always ten to twenty minutes, and Lu Qi'an didn't want Fu Jia to stand downstairs and wait for him.

Fu Jia didn't know what he was thinking and said, "Then how can I sit still?"

Lu Qi'an looked at him and asked, "Aren't you cold?"

Fu Jia looked around, ignoring the pedestrians coming and going, got close to Lu Qi'an, and held his hand secretly: "Just cover me."

Lu Qi'an softened his heart and held his hand. Although there were many pedestrians on the road during the lunch break, he never let go.

As for Fu Jia, because he had been sticking with Lu Qi'an, his face was flushed when he arrived at the apartment, and his body temperature was so high that he was about to sweat.

When changing shoes at the door, Lu Qi'an let go of his hand naturally, and Fu Jia realized that his hands were sweaty, but Lu Qi'an didn't dislike him.

The two went to the bathroom to wash their hands together and prepared for lunch. Fu Jia saw the scarf he knitted on the shelf next to the washbasin. He said he would take care of it himself, but Aunt Miao didn't touch it and left it dirty. Fu Jia remembered the fight, and then the gossip in the school. He looked at Lu Qi'an with some hesitation, and asked, "The fight about me... Did you do something for me?"

Lu Qi'an was wiping his hands with a towel. Hearing his question, he stopped and replied, "Nothing. Why are you asking? Did your classmate tell you something?"

"I'm fine..." Fu Jia was a little hard to say, "It's because I heard people say that Feng Jing's family is quite rich, and he was so confident at the time that he looked like he was going to fight me to the end. Now there is nothing to do, he doesn't want me to pay a penny, and he has transferred himself away, I'm thinking, is it you..."

Did you spend a lot of money? Is it... Borrowing the power of the Lu family's elders

"I didn't do anything." Lu Qi'an said, "I just went to the hospital to chat with Feng Jing's parents. Mr. Liu was also present. Everyone sorted out the whole story together. His parents are reasonable people, and they knew that Feng Jing was the first to pick. After the incident, I don’t want to pursue this matter anymore. As for transferring schools, it’s just because Feng Jing’s father’s job was transferred, and he immigrated overseas with him.”

The easier he said, the more Fu Jia couldn't believe it: "Really?"

"Yeah." Lu Qi'an affirmed.

Fu Jia nodded and finally chose to trust him unconditionally.

With Lu Qi'an's explanation, Fu Jia had the confidence to face the classmates in the afternoon, and turned a blind eye to their inquiring eyes. As long as someone asks, he will take out what he said to the big head in the morning and repeat it again.

He was frank, but instead made the classmates who came to join in the fun feel boring.

In the rigorous sixth middle school, it was a miracle that Fu Jia's fight could be discussed enthusiastically all day long. By the end of the evening self-study, the students were exhausted and lost interest in this matter.

Fu Jia was sorting out the homework he was going to take back to copy at the desk. When he touched the math paper, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the 2,000-word review that the head teacher said.

Fu Jia's eyes widened, almost unable to hold the schoolbag. The review is due tomorrow morning and he hasn't moved a word yet.

He dragged his heavy footsteps to the third-year teaching building, and found that Lu Qi'an was already waiting for him under the street lamp.

There were very few pedestrians on the way back, but Fu Jia didn't play the game of holding hands, and he didn't bother Lu Qi'an to talk. He kept his head down and didn't know what he was thinking.

Before he almost hit the street light, Lu Qi'an pulled the belt aside by his elbow.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Jia looked up in a trance: "It's nothing, I'm thinking about my unfinished homework."

Lu Qi'an let go of him and said nothing.

When he got home, Fu Jia asked to do his homework, and Lu Qi'an took him to the study. After entering the door, Fu Jia found that there were two chairs in front of the desk that used to have only one back chair.

Lu Qi'an never took homework to write, because the evening self-study time was enough for him to complete a day's homework. He took a book from the shelf and sat on the chair: "Ask me if you don't understand anything."

He wants to accompany Fu Jia to do his homework.

Fu Jia's spirit was lifted, as if he had been beaten with blood, and he instantly gained inexhaustible strength. He sat beside Lu Qi'an, moved the two chairs a little closer, and then moved in a little further.

He took out the paper, hummed and calculated, and solved the most time-consuming and labor-intensive math finale problem with ease. He continued to write reading questions in English, only three questions, and he finished it quickly.

He rummaged through his schoolbag and could not find any other homework, but only one essay. He closed his eyes in pain, took out the book, opened the first page, and wrote the words "review book".

If you write further down, you will not be able to write.

For half an hour, Fu Jia scratched his ears and cheeks at the hundred or so words he had written, sometimes frowning and chanting words. Lu Qi'an saw that he was pointing his pen to himself and opened his mouth to bite, so he quickly interrupted: "What are you writing?"

Fu Jia quickly blocked Zuo's text with his hand, but two words of the three words "review letter" still leaked out from between his fingers.

Lu Qi'an put down the book and said, "I'll take a look."

Fu Jia thought of what he had written and threw it to the ground: "No... I wrote too badly."

Lu Qi'an said, "It won't be too bad, let me see."

Fu Jia took his hand hesitantly and said, "Then don't laugh at me when you see it."

Lu Qi'an hummed and took Fu Jia's workbook in his hand to read.

Fu Jia wrote: Dear teacher (crossed out) Leaders and teachers, I was wrong! I deeply realized my mistake, I was wrong, I was really wrong. Born as a student, but using violence against seniors, I was really wrong. I am the resident (crossed out) moth of society, the scum of society, the broken cog in society...

Lu Qi'an closed his eyes and didn't look any further. Thinking back on Fu Jia's ability to write love letters, one can expect this strange review, so he is not surprised.

Fu Jia held his heart and observed his expression, and asked, "How is it, is my writing okay? I really don't know how to write it. Two thousand words, what else can I write except admitting my mistakes?"

Lu Qi'an took a pen from the bookshelf, tore off the page that Fu Jia wrote, and said, "Go wash up first, and I'll write for you."

Fu Jia covered her heart tightly, her face full of shock.

"You can transcribe it once you're done writing it." Lu Qi'an thought for two seconds and wrote smoothly.

Fu Jia looked at his profile, her heart was warm, as if pretending to be a fire. He sat beside Lu Qi'an and didn't leave. When he stopped writing and thinking, he leaned over his shoulder and kissed him on the corner of his lips.

The kiss left at the touch of a button, but Fu Jia suddenly thought of something before letting go, and leaned back again, sticking out his tongue and licking it on his lips.

"Thank you... I'm going to take a shower first." Fu Jia got up from the chair blushing and left the study.

Lu Qi'an looked as usual on the surface, and was about to continue writing, but found that he had completely forgotten the sentence he had thought of.