Lu Qi'an's eyes fell on the exercise book – "Basic Training Volume 1 for All Subjects in Senior One". Judging by the thickness, there should be more than a hundred pages.
"Are you having 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 stretched out his hand to him: "Let me take a look."
Fu Jia gave him the exercise set, and he flipped through it roughly Finally, he said: "If you have difficulty writing this, you should stop doing the questions first and read the textbook a few more times."
Although there was not a single word in Lu Qi'an's words that was derogatory, Fu Jia just felt that he was scolding himself in a disguised form. stupid. He took the exercise set back from Lu Qi'an's hand, and stuffed it into his bag: "I write whatever I like, just say whether you want it or not."
Lu Qi'an looked at his watch again, and said, "It's very late now."
Fu Jia As if being fed a gun, the tone was choking: "So, tell me not to bother you anymore?"
"I didn't say that."
Fu Jia shut her mouth tightly so as not to spew fire out of her mouth.
"I mean, it's very late, and it's not convenient to teach you how to do the questions." Lu Qi'an said, "Tomorrow is Friday, and there is no evening self-study in No. 6 Middle School. If your time is convenient, you can come and find me."
Fu Jia was stunned . .
He almost thought he had heard wrong.
Lu Qi'an's eyes were not shy, and his eyes were the same as before. Instead, it was Fu Jia… avoiding her eyes. The unknown fire in his heart was extinguished in an instant, unbelievably fast. The corner of his mouth wanted to turn up, but he had to hold back: "Then… I'll come to you tomorrow?
" After saying this word, Lu Qi'an left. Fu Jia wanted to stop him, but he had said all he had to say, and it would be unreasonable to make trouble if he continued to pester him.
On the way back to No. 16 Middle School, Fu Jia kept thinking about the word "good". Looking back, she seemed to be able to feel the vibration in Lu Qi'an's throat.
He went into the store to buy a bottle of mineral water, and drank half of the bottle in one go.
After returning to the dormitory, the other three were not there. Fu Jia habitually took out the exercise set to read, but before reading half of the questions, he remembered Lu Qi'an's words.
He threw the exercise set beside the pillow, and took out the textbook to read. I was struggling to read math or English when I heard someone knocking on the door.
Fu Jia opened the door, and standing at the door was the teacher who sent him into the dormitory yesterday.
"Fu Jia, how are you living? 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 are getting along well, right? Good, good, I specially arranged for you to live together and let him take care of you."
Fu Jia also smiled: "He takes care of me 'quite', thank you teacher." He deliberately added the accent on the word quite.
"Then I'm relieved." The teacher said, "I'll help you with all the other procedures, and the only thing left is to pay the fee. Come with me to the Academic Affairs Office." The
Academic Affairs Office was already off work. Jia didn't go back to the dormitory, so she waited until this time.
"Okay, wait for me to get the bank card."
It didn't take long for Fu Jia to pay the bill, and soon returned to the dormitory, only to find that the dormitory was not locked.
Liu De and the others are back.
He pushed it, but didn't push it away. Since the outside is not locked, it is locked on the inside. Fu Jia said: "Open the door."
No one opened the door, but he vaguely heard someone laughing inside.
Fu Jia thumped on the door vigorously: "Open the door, or else when I break the door open and attract the housekeeper, everyone won't have to sleep."
Quickly this time, the latch was open. 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 outside, up and down.
Fu Jia didn't care about Liu De making things difficult for him. Anyway, in school, there are teachers and dormitory supervisors. No matter how hard he tries, he can only play some disgusting little tricks like a girl who hasn't grown up. And these little tricks Fu Jia learned early on.
Fu Jia walked towards his bed, but he only took two steps and then stopped again.
He saw scraps of paper on the ground. There were many pieces of paper, big and small, spreading from his pillow and scattered around the bed.
A problem set of more than one hundred pages, if it is torn out properly, it can indeed tear out this scene.
Fu Jia stood there for several seconds.
After thinking for a while, he clenched his fist and swung it at Liu De.
Liu De was taken aback by his sudden attack, but because he was lying down, he didn't have time to react, and was hit firmly on the cheekbone.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The two younger brothers were terrified, and immediately came to help.
Fu Jia grabbed Liu De's collar tightly and swung his fist down again, but was restrained by two other people and fell to the ground. One of them was quite clever, and kicked him in the stomach, taking advantage of his pain, and restrained his arms.
Liu De covered his face, his head was smoking with anger: "Are you crazy, there are three of us, do you want to die by beating me?"
Fu Jia didn't speak, and stared straight at Liu De. Some shrink back.
Liu De rolled his eyes: "You two fight, can you see him dead?" The
younger brother came to his senses 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, and slightly arched her body to protect the softest part of her body. When the two younger brothers relaxed a little, he exerted all 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 against Fu Jia. The number of people beating Fu Jia changed from two to three.
"Aren't you out of your mind? Didn't you just tear up your book and punch me twice? I must kill you today!" Liu De said harshly with red eyes, and took something out of his pocket.
It is Fu Jia's utility knife.
Fu Jia finally spoke, and he said a dirty word to greet the three generations of Liu De's family.
Liu De cursed, pushed out the blade, and stabbed it at Fu Jia's chest. Fu Jia held his wrist and pushed it back, and the tip of the blade hovered in his stomach.
The two of them moved the real knives, but the younger brothers didn't dare to move anymore, so they let go of Fu Jia and took two steps back.
"You can try it, kill me, and see if you can get out of prison in this life." Fu Jia said.
Veins popped up on Liu De's temples: "I'm not yet an adult, and I won't be able to stay in prison for the rest of my life. When I come out after ten or eight years, you won't know where you'll be buried."
Fu Jia said, "It's not like this. ."
Liu De raised his eyebrows: "Now you know how to accept it?"
Fu Jia closed her eyes and said, "
I have accepted it." Liu De breathed a sigh of relief. If he was really asked to kill someone, he would not dare, but now that the situation is like this, if Fu Jia is still stubborn with him, preventing him from stepping down, he might really do something crazy.
He cursed and said, "If you can't get over it sooner…"
Before he finished speaking, he was stunned. Fu Jia suddenly grabbed the knife in his hand and pushed him backhanded.
"You can't hurt anyone by pushing the blade out like that." Fu Jia put the blade halfway in, made a rattling sound, and said, "This is a utility knife. The blade will break before it gets into the clothes. Push it out less, and the effect will be better."
"You…" Liu De looked at Fu Jia and felt a strong sense of crisis.
Fu Jia didn't speak, but raised her hand, and stabbed Liu De's neck precisely without hesitation.
The muscles of Liu De's whole body tensed up, and he raised his hand to block it, but because of Fu Jia's decisive action, he failed to grab Fu Jia's hand, he just hoped to open Fu Jia's hand.
Maybe Fu Jia used too much strength to confront Liu De before, maybe he didn't want to really kill people, his hand was hit by Liu De, and the utility knife flew out, first scratching the back of Liu De's hand , and then across Fu Jia's right cheek.
Everyone is quiet.
Blood oozed from the wound, Fu Jia lowered his head slightly, touched it with his hand, it was wet.
"Still fighting?" he asked.
Liu De hadn't recovered yet, and didn't answer for a long time.
His back was covered in sweat.
Fu Jia knew that she would not fight again today. He walked to his bed and picked up the pieces of paper one by one.
Liu De looked at his movements, his face was ashen, and he didn't know what he thought of, so he slammed the door and left the dormitory. 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 heaved a sigh of relief when he heard footsteps going away. Immediately afterwards, his straight back collapsed, and he squatted on the edge of the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and pressed his stomach.
"Aww…" He cried out in pain, but fortunately he covered it with a pillow beforehand, so his voice was muffled inside, otherwise Liu De, who hadn't gone far, could hear him, and there might be another fight.
Fu Jia squinted her eyes for a while before continuing to pack the papers.
After they were all put away, Fu Jia ran downstairs to buy a few rolls of adhesive tape before the owner of the canteen opened the shutter door.
Fu Jia sat in front of the desk, gluing together the pieces of the exercise set one by one. He was not good at handwork. After the lights were turned off at midnight, Fu Jia managed to glue a few pages together. He went to Liu De's desk to check, and sure enough there was a fully charged desk lamp, so he continued sticking to the desk lamp.
The power is gradually consumed, and the light of the desk lamp is getting dimmer. When it was turned off, Fu Jia had only glued a dozen pages. But his eyes were already sore and congested, and he was shedding physiological tears all the time.
Fu Jia put the lamp back, collapsed on the bed, and gave up.
Even if it is Lu Qi'an, teaching him to do more than ten pages of questions is almost enough, and there is no need for more, so stick to it next time.
Thinking of this, Fu Jia fell into a deep sleep.
The next day in class, when Fu Jia just entered the classroom, the students all focused their attention on him, specifically his face, which made him feel baffled.
The class was over, and the desk in front was still looking at him frequently, Fu Jia asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"
But the desk in front hurriedly turned his head back, as if Fu Jia was a scourge.
Fu Jia wanted to ask clearly, but the teacher came over, stopped in front of him, and asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"
All the students looked over.
"Let's end the class first." The teacher said, "Fu Jia, come, come with 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. The teacher took a look at his face and hurriedly took him to the infirmary.
At this time, Fu Jiacai saw the wound on his cheek from the mirror, and left it alone overnight, it really became a little scary.
The doctor treated his wound and asked: "What happened?"
Fu Jia made up a random reason: "The glass was broken and scratched accidentally." The
teacher didn't believe it: "How is it possible that it wouldn't scratch his face?" Ah."
Fu Jia thought for a while, and said, "There is water in the cup, and I stepped on it and slipped, that's it." The
teacher still felt that there was something unreasonable, but Fu Jia himself insisted on this statement, and he could only Said: "Then you should pay more attention next time."
The doctor put the gauze on him and said, "I'm just taking care of it for you now. After school, I still need your parents to take you to the hospital. Do you understand?"
Fu Jia nodded: "I see. , thank you doctor." The
teacher also said: "Do you want to borrow my mobile phone to call your parents?"
Fu Jia shook her head. He didn't have any so-called parents. He didn't know Lin Qing's phone number, nor did he know Mrs. Chen's. During the ten years of living in the Lin family, he only received a phone call from Lu Wanqing's secretary, which was written on a note, but he never brought it out of the Lin family villa.
"No need, teacher." Fu Jia said, "I'll go home straight after school." The
teacher patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, the young man is quite strong."
Fu Jia smiled.
Of course, Fu Jia did not go home after school in the afternoon, but went to No. 6 Middle School.
It's still the same position as before. This time Fu Jia was very patient, she didn't run over when she saw Lu Qi'an, but waited for him to come over, and stopped by her side.
Fu Jia was a little stunned.
Lu Qi'an saw the gauze on his face at a glance.
He asked: "What's going on?"