Lu Qi'an's eyes fell on the exercise set - "Basic Training Volume 1 for All Subjects in Senior One". Depending on the thickness, there should be more than 100 pages.
"Have you had trouble writing this?" Lu Qi'an asked.
Fu Jia said suspiciously: "Can't there be difficulties? If there are no difficulties, I won't let you teach me."
Lu Qi'an reached out to him: "I'll take a look."
Fu Jia gave him the exercise set. After he flipped through it roughly, he said, "If you have difficulty writing this, you should not do the exercise first and read the textbook several times."
Although not a word of Lu Qi'an's words was meant to be demeaning, Fu Jia felt that he was scolding himself for being stupid in disguise. He pulled the exercise set out of Lu Qi'an's hand and stuffed it into his bag with force: "I like to write whatever I like, you can say whether you want it or not."
Lu Qi'an looked at his watch again and said, "It's very late now."
Fu Jia seemed to be fed a gun, and his voice was choking: "So, let me stop bothering you?"
"I didn't say that."
Fu Jia kept her mouth shut so that fire wouldn't spew out of her mouth.
"I mean, it's very late now, so it's not convenient to teach you to do the question." Lu Qi'an said, "Tomorrow is Friday, and there is no evening self-study in Sixth Middle School. If you have a convenient time, you can come and find me."
Fu Jia was stunned.
He almost thought he had heard it wrong.
Lu Qi'an's eyes were not shy, and his eyes were the same as before. Instead, it was Fu Jia... Avoiding sight. The nameless fire in his heart went out in an instant, too fast. The corners of his mouth wanted to turn up, but he had to hold back: "Then... I'll come to see you tomorrow?"
"it is good."
The pronunciation of this word is the third tone, and it was pronounced in a particularly low tone by Lu Qi'an.
After saying this, Lu Qi'an left. Fu Jia wanted to stop him, but he had already said what he had to say, and it would be unreasonable to keep entangled.
On the way back to No. 16 Middle School, Fu Jia kept thinking about the word "good". Thinking back on it, he seemed to feel the vibration in Lu Qi'an's throat.
He went into the store to buy a bottle of mineral water and filled half the bottle in one go.
After returning to the dormitory, the other three were not there. Fu Jia habitually took out the exercise set and looked at it, but before he had finished reading half of the questions, he remembered Lu Qi'an's words.
He threw the exercise set to the pillow and turned out the textbook to read. I was wondering whether to read math or English when I heard someone knock on the door.
Fu Jia opened the door, and the teacher who sent him into the dormitory yesterday was standing at the door.
"Fu Jia, how is your stay, are you still used to it?"
Fu Jia nodded again and again: "Get used to it, everything is fine."
The teacher smiled cheerfully: "That's good, the roommates get along well too. Liu De has good grades and is good. I specially arranged for you to live together and let him take care of you more."
Fu Jia also laughed: "He took care of me 'quite', thank you teacher." He deliberately put emphasis on the word "quite".
"Then I'm relieved." The teacher said, "I've done all the other procedures for you. The only thing left is to pay the fee. You can come to the Academic Affairs Office with me."
The Academic Affairs Office had already finished get off work, but the teacher waited until this time when she saw that Fu Jia had not returned to the dormitory.
"Okay, wait for me to get the bank card."
It didn't take long for the payment to be made. Fu Jia quickly returned to the dormitory and found that the dormitory was not locked.
Liu De and the others are back.
He pushed, but didn't push away. Since the outside is not locked, it is locked inside. Fu Jia said, "Open the door."
No one opened the door, but he vaguely heard someone laughing inside.
Fu Jia slammed the door hard: "Open the door, or wait for me to smash the door open and attract the dormitory, so everyone doesn't have to sleep."
Quickly this time, the latches opened. It was Liu De's younger brother who came to open the door, and Liu De was lying on his back on the bed, with his feet hanging out and up and down.
Fu Jia didn't care about Liu De's making things difficult for him. Anyway, in the school, there were teachers and dorms. And these little tricks Fu Jia learned early in the morning.
Fu Jia walked to his bed, but he only took two steps and stopped again.
He saw scraps of paper on the ground. There were many pieces of paper, large and small, spreading from the edge of his pillow and scattered around the bed.
A set of exercises with more than 100 pages, if you tear it up properly, you can indeed tear out this scene.
Fu Jia stood there for several seconds.
After a brief thought, he clenched his fists and waved at Liu De.
Liu De was startled by his sudden attack, but because he was lying down, he didn't have time to react, and was hit hard on the cheekbone.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The two younger brothers were so frightened that they immediately came to help.
Fu Jia tightened Liu De's collar and swung his fist down again, but was restrained by the other two and fell to the ground. One of them, quite clever, kicked him in the stomach and restrained his arms while he was in pain.
Liu De covered his face, his head smoking with anger: "Are you crazy, there are three of us, do you want to die by hitting me?"
Fu Jia didn't speak, staring straight at Liu De, his eyes made the two younger brothers flinch.
Liu De rolled his eyes: "You two fight, let's see if you can kill him?"
The younger brother reacted and started punching and kicking Fu Jia. They have rich experience and try their best to go to places that are painful and irresistible.
Fu Jia didn't say a word, she arched her body slightly to protect the softest part of her body. When the two younger brothers relaxed a little, he suddenly exerted his strength and rushed towards Liu De again.
Liu De was caught off guard and received another punch. This time it was only a centimeter away from the eye socket. He was really angry, and he fought back at Fu Jia, and the number of people who beat Fu Jia changed from two to three.
"Did you have a hole in your head, didn't you just tear up your book, punch Lao Tzu twice, I have to kill you today!" Liu De said harshly with red eyes, and took out something from his pocket.
It was Fu Jia's utility knife.
Fu Jia finally spoke, he said a dirty word to greet the three generations of Liu De's family.
Liu De cursed, pushed out the blade, and plunged it into Fu Jia's chest. Fu Jia grabbed his wrist and pushed it back, and the tip of the blade hovered over his stomach.
The two moved their real knives, but the younger brothers didn't dare to move, so they released Fu Jia and took two steps back.
"You can try it, kill me, and see if you can't get out of prison in your life." Fu Jia said.
Liu De's blue veins burst out on his temples: "I'm not an adult yet, so I can't go to jail for the rest of my life. When I come out after ten or eight years, you won't know where I'm buried."
Fu Jia said, "It's not like this."
Liu De raised his eyebrows: "Now that you know you've softened up?"
Fu Jia closed his eyes: "I'm done."
Liu De breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't dare to let him kill, but it's just like this, if Fu Jia is still stubborn with him and keeps him from stepping down, he might do something crazy.
He scolded swear words and said, "If you can't serve it early..."
Before he could finish speaking, he froze. Fu Jia suddenly grabbed the knife in his hand and pushed him back.
"You can't hurt anyone by pushing the blade out like that." Fu Jia retracted the blade in half, made a la la la sound, and said, "This is a utility knife, and the blade will break before it goes into the clothes. A little less is introduced, and the effect is better.”
"You..." Liu De looked at Fu Jia and felt a strong sense of crisis.
Fu Jia didn't speak, just raised his hand and pinned it to Liu De's neck without hesitation and precision.
Liu De's muscles tightened and he raised his hand to block, but because of Fu Jia's decisive action, he failed to grab Fu Jia's hand, and just hoped to open Fu Jia's hand.
Maybe Fu Jia used too much strength to confront Liu De before, maybe he didn't really want to kill, his hand was hit by Liu De, the utility knife let go and flew out, first scratching the back of Liu De's hand , then crossed Fu Jia's right face.
Everyone was quiet.
Blood seeped out of the wound, Fu Jia lowered his head slightly, touched it with his hand, it was wet.
"Are you still playing?" he asked.
Liu De has not recovered yet, and has not answered for a long time.
Sweat was all over his back.
Fu Jia knew that he would not fight again today. He walked to his bedside and picked up the scraps of paper one by one.
Liu De looked at his actions, his face was ashen, and he didn't know what to think, slammed the door and left the bedroom. The remaining two younger brothers looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and followed him away.
Fu Jia watched them close the door and was relieved to hear the sound of footsteps in the distance. Immediately afterwards, his straight back also collapsed. He squatted on the edge of the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and pressed his stomach.
"Ow..." He cried out in pain, but fortunately he covered it with a pillow beforehand, and the voice was muffled inside, otherwise Liu De, who hadn't gone far, might hear it, and he might have to fight.
Fu Jia narrowed his eyes and paused for a while before continuing to pack up the paper.
After everything was collected, Fu Jia ran downstairs and bought a few rolls of tape before the shop owner opened the shutter.
Fu Jia sat at the desk and glued the pieces of the exercise set together one by one. He was not very good at handicraft. When the lights went out at midnight, Fu Jia managed to glue a few pages together. He went to look at Liu De's desk, and sure enough there was a charged lamp, and he continued to stick to the lamp.
The power is gradually consumed, and the light of the desk lamp is getting dimmer. When it went out, Fu Jia only glued a dozen pages. But his eyes were swollen and bloodshot, and he had been shedding physiological tears.
Fu Jia put the lamp back, collapsed on the bed, and gave up.
Even Lu Qi'an can teach him to do more than ten pages of questions. It's useless if there are more questions. I'll stick to it next time.
Thinking like this, Fu Jia fell into a deep sleep.
The next day in class, as soon as Fu Jia walked into the classroom, his classmates focused their attention on him, specifically his face, which made him feel inexplicable.
It was already in class, and the front desk was still looking at him frequently. Fu Jia asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"
The front table hurriedly turned his head back, as if Fu Jia was a beast of a flood.
Fu Jia wanted to ask clearly, but the teacher came over, stopped in front of him, and asked worriedly, "Are you all right?"
All the students looked over.
"Let's stop the class first." The teacher said, "Fu Jia, come and follow me to the office."
Only then did Fu Jia realize that it might be because of the injury on his face.
The teacher took him into the office and handed him over to another teacher, who glanced at his face and hurriedly took him to the infirmary.
At this time, Fu Jiacai saw the wound on his cheek in the mirror, leaving it alone overnight, it really became a little scary.
The doctor treated his wound and asked, "How did this happen?"
Fu Jia made up a random reason: "The glass was broken and accidentally scratched."
The teacher didn't believe it: "How is it possible that it won't be scratched on the face."
Fu Jia thought about it and said, "There is water in the cup, I stepped on it and slipped, and that's it."
The teacher still felt that there was something unreasonable, but Fu Jia himself insisted on this statement, and he could only say: "Then you should pay more attention next time."
The doctor put gauze on him and said, "I'm just going to deal with you briefly now. After school, I still want your parents to take you to the hospital, you know?"
Fu Jia nodded: "I see, thank you doctor."
The teacher also said, "Would you like to borrow my mobile phone to call your parents?"
Fu Jia shook his head. He doesn't have so-called parents. He doesn't know Lin Qing's phone number or Chen's wife. During the ten years of living in the Lin family, he only got a phone call from one of Lu Wanqing's secretaries and wrote it on a note, but he did not bring it out of the Lin family villa.
"No need, teacher." Fu Jia said, "I'll go home after school in a while."
The teacher patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, the young man is very strong."
Fu Jia smiled.
Of course, Fu Jia did not go home after school in the afternoon, but went to No. 6 Middle School.
Still the same position as before. This time, Fu Jia was very patient. When he saw Lu Qi'an, he didn't run over, but waited for him to come over and stopped beside him.
Fu Jia was a little surprised.
Lu Qi'an saw the gauze on his face at a glance.
He asked, "What's the matter?"