Slow-Witted

Chapter 8

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Fu Jia straightened up and smiled, "each other."

Liu De is different from Liu Cheng. Liu Cheng was fierce and ferocious, and everyone shunned wherever he went. At a glance, he knew he was a bad student. Liu De was on the contrary. In such an environment as No. 16 Middle School, his grades turned out to be good, and he became a rare good boy in the eyes of the teacher. Only the classmates who had been beaten by Liu De knew how bad he was.

"My brother is still suspending classes." Liu De said.

Fu Jia was unaffected and made the bed by himself: "Anyway, he doesn't love going to school, so I'm helping him, right?"

Liu De raised his eyebrows: "You still want to be tough? You should be soft on me now."

"What if I don't agree?"

Liu De was a little angry: "Then I will make your life difficult."

Fu Jia didn't speak, just stretched out his hand to flatten the sheet, and then gave the pillowcase to the pillowcase.

Liu De got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. After the sound of water, he came out with a bucket of water: "The water is quite cold in this weather now."

Fu Jia ignored him.

Liu De bared his teeth, picked up the bucket, and dumped it on Fu Jia.

The cold water descended from the top of his head, submerged Fu Jia's whole body, and then crashed onto the bed and floor.

Fu Jia shuddered.

He knew what Liu De was going to do since he got out of bed, but he didn't mean to avoid it. Obviously, the other two people in the dormitory were on Liu De's side. Rather than being caught by them and holding the bucket of water under their hands, it would be better to just do it.

Fu Jia wiped the water from his face with his sleeve, turned his head and looked directly at Liu De: "What else, let's come together."

Liu De was very angry, but he didn't show it, instead he smiled. He nodded, looked inside the dormitory, and finally fixed his eyes on the bathroom, and said, "Okay, there's still a little time before class, so just stay in the bathroom."

Fu Jia thought for a while, the bed was wet and he couldn't sleep anymore, so he said, "Okay, then I'll go in with a book."

Liu De burst out laughing: "What are you doing, you want to study in it?"

Fu Jia opened his schoolbag and took out the utility knife inside. With a knife, he cut open the plastic bag that sealed the book and found the exercise set.

"Can't you?" Fu Jia closed the schoolbag, but still held the knife in his hand, pushing it back and forth, "You can continue to splash water on my bed, put bugs in it, or put nails in my shoes, If you can't think of a trick, you can go to the girls' dormitory and ask about new tricks, but don't touch my book."

Fu Jia put the knife in his pocket: "It really pissed me off. I'm not afraid to die, I'll pull you along."

Liu De looked at him without speaking for a long time.

"You threaten me?" he said in disbelief.

Fu Jia nodded, "Yes." After speaking, he walked into the bathroom and locked the door from the inside.

Hearing the sound of the door being locked, the other two in the dormitory stopped pretending to be asleep, got up, and said cautiously, "Boss..."

Liu De's face was very stinky, he patted him on the back and said, "Go, cut his sheets to shreds."

Fu Jia spent about an hour reading a book in the bathroom. There was gradually a loud noise outside, and all the day students had entered the school.

When he went out, there was no one in the bedroom. Fu Jia changed his wet clothes first, and then went to put on his shoes. Before putting it on, he flipped the shoe upside down, and sure enough, two nails were thrown out.

Then he lifted the quilt and saw the sheets were broken into pieces. He didn't care either, picked up the quilt, mattress, and wet clothes to go to the balcony to dry them.

After a night of rain, the sky was clear. The sun on the balcony is very good, but because it is early in the morning, there is still a little coolness.

Fu Jia enjoyed a while lying on the railing, stretched out and stretched out.

His life started anew.

The beautiful thought of "starting over" only lingered in Fu Jia's mind for half an hour, and then disappeared.

"This problem is to find the zero point of the quadratic function. First of all, we need to determine whether it has a zero point. This will use what we said yesterday..."

Fu Jia supported his head, put his fingers in his hair, and tugged, hoping that the dull brain could be smarter.

But he failed. From a certain word, Fu Jia couldn't understand what the teacher said. He began to ponder the meaning of learning, wondering if it would be more meaningful if he gave up now and saved money to start a business.

"…Do you understand?" After finishing the question, the teacher put the chalk on the podium. She only asked symbolic questions, and generally no one would ask questions.

"I don't understand." Fu Jia raised his hand.

Both the students and the teacher looked like hell.

"Eh..." The teacher asked hesitantly, "Why don't you understand?"

Fu Jia said truthfully, "I don't understand anything."

The teacher sighed, subconsciously thinking that Fu Jia was making trouble: "Then ask me in my office after class. Don't delay the class now."

Fu Jia thought about it and nodded.

After class, he followed the teacher into the office with the book in hand. The teacher turned around frequently along the way, afraid that Fu Jia would plot against him behind his back.

When Fu Jia opened the exercise set and the teacher saw the notes marked on it, he knew that the student was serious.

The time between classes was limited, so the teacher chose a few simple topics that were easy to explain. Even so, Fu Jia had to repeat it several times to understand it.

When the class bell rang, Fu Jia did not intend to leave.

"Aren't you going back to class?"

Fu Jia said, "I don't understand this yet."

The teacher is very pleased. Although this student is a bit stupid and has a poor foundation, this attitude towards learning is rare. "What's your class? If it's not important, forget it."

Fu Jia thought about it, it was English.

The thought of English made him feel like he was standing in a swamp, sinking the more he struggled.

"I'd better go to class." Fu Jia collected the exercise set.

In this way, Fu Jia followed the teacher after each class. The teachers in the office would look at him frequently at first, but later they became numb and a little annoying.

Fu Jia stayed in the classroom during the lunch break and in the evening. Apart from going to the toilet, he also collected the quilt in the bedroom. He stipulated that he could only eat one bite after reading one question. It's a pity that he didn't eat a few bites when the meal was cold.

This state of enchantment continued until the end of the first session of the evening self-study, and Fu Jiacai closed the exercise set.

He picked up his schoolbag, climbed over the wall and left.

It's still the door of No. 6 Middle School, and that street lamp. Fu Jia leaned back against the lamp post and took out the exercise set to continue reading.

But after getting here, his attention couldn't be as focused as before. Knowing clearly that No. 6 Middle School was out of school and there was no one at the school gate, Fu Jia would still look over from time to time.

Under the distraction, the problems that were originally difficult to understand became even more difficult to understand. Fu Jia angrily collected the exercise set into the school bag, and almost tore off the cover.

He just stared at the gate of No. 6 Middle School. He always does this anyway.

Maybe because of the experience last time, this time Fu Jia felt that he didn't wait long to get to Lu Qi'an. Afraid that he would turn around and get into the car, Fu Jia ran against the crowd of people and shouted at him, "Lu Qi'an!"

Lu Qi'an was not surprised to see him, but he didn't mean to stop for Fu Jia.

Fu Jia scolded secretly, and regardless of whether he bumped into other people, he directly blocked Lu Qi'an: "You pretend you didn't see it?"

The anger in these words almost set people on fire. Lu Qi'an lightly pushed Fu Jia's shoulder and took him to the side, saying, "Even if there is a big thing, you don't need to stand in the middle of the road and say it."

Fu Jia consciously took two steps to the side of the road: "That's it."

Lu Qi'an didn't speak.

Fu Jia remembered that he just put his hand on his shoulder and pushed the hand. The movement was very gentle, more like hugging than pushing.

He laughed: "Why didn't you let your car pick you up at school?"

Lu Qi'an didn't answer.

Fu Jia pointed at himself: "Wait for me to come to you?"

Lu Qi'an raised his hand and glanced at his watch. Fu Jia noticed the watch. It had a dark brown strap and a silver dial. It was very delicate, but he didn't know what brand it was.

After looking at the time, Lu Qi'an seemed to confirm that he had time to chat with Fu Jia, and then explained: "I usually live in an apartment near the school, and I didn't have anyone pick me up. I was going to my aunt's house that day, so the villa was not there. A car will be sent to pick you up.”

Fu Jia snorted.

So that day, Lu Qi'an was taken to the Lin family villa by a luxury car, and he was catching the bus at night as always, and finally had to walk for 30 minutes.

Sure enough, he should have moved out of that villa earlier.

Fu Jia took a deep breath and said, "I moved out."

Lu Qi'an nodded, but there was no unnecessary reaction.

Fu Jia was accustomed to his ignoring appearance, and continued: "You said 'please' me to move out, so I did you a favor by moving out, and you owed me a favor. "Speaking of this, he paused, waiting for Lu Qi'an to refute him, but he didn't.

"You owe me a favor, right?" Fu Jia repeated nervously.

"You can say that." Lu Qi'an responded.

He admitted it so easily, but Fu Jia felt a little overwhelmed and didn't know what to do next. He faked a cough and said, "Since I owe a favor, I have to pay it back, right?"

"Yeah." Lu Qi'an responded again.

Fu Jia's brain was hot, he pulled his schoolbag to him, and took out the exercise book: "Then you teach me how to do this."