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Chapter 14 - Chapter 14

May, June, July.

Hot summer.

The classroom is full of students taking exams. The invigilators sat on the chairs one after the other, drowsy. Fu Jia stopped writing, looked up at the creaking and spinning ceiling fan above the classroom, and her eyes blurred for a while.

He rubbed his eyes, only to realize that sweat had dripped into them.

"The exam is over, everyone stop writing."

After the bell rang, the invigilator stood up and told the candidates to leave the exam room. Fu Jia walked out with the flow of people, and the blazing sun outside made him dizzy.

After leaving the school, Fu Jia went straight to the KTV a few streets away.

Entering through the back door of the KTV, Fu Jia greeted the boss and changed into work clothes.

When Cen Mengke said that he wanted to be Fu Jia's boss, he was not just talking. Over the past two months, she has known many things about Fu Jia, such as his wholehearted desire to transfer to the No. 6 Middle School, and the fact that he would work in a restaurant outside the school to make money whenever he has free time.

Therefore, Cen Mengke introduced a teacher from No. 6 Middle School to Fu Jia, and introduced him to this job that was more profitable than washing dishes.

"Have you been on vacation since today?" the boss said.

Fu Jia nodded cautiously: "Yes… I will live in the store from now on." The

boss smiled with a cigarette in his mouth: "It's okay, there are plenty of places in the store, but it will be harder to live in the store. I didn't have to sleep all night."

Fu Jia nodded and said, "It's okay, I can work the night shift." There

will be extra money for overnight shifts. He wants to seize this vacation to earn more money. If he really transferred to No. 6 Middle School, he would not be able to continue working part-time. Sixth Middle School is very strict, and students are not allowed to work part-time while in school.

The days of waiting for the results of the final exams are very difficult. Sometimes Fu Jiaming worked all night, thinking he would fall asleep until the afternoon, but woke up an hour or two later, and then couldn't fall asleep anyway.

After finally getting through to the day of receiving the report card, Fu Jia fell into confusion when looking at his grades in each subject.

Is this good?

He returned to KTV and worked from noon to evening. During the meal time, he made a call with his broken mobile phone.

After Cen Mengke gave him the contact information of the No. 6 middle school teacher, Fu Jia bought this phone, the most rigid phone with buttons, and only saved the number of "Teacher Wang".

"Hello, Mr. Wang, I'm the Fu Jia whom Cen Mengke mentioned to you…"

Mr. Wang on the other end of the phone seemed to be remembering, and after a moment of silence, he smiled: "Yes, I remember you."

Fu Jia squeezed tightly Mobile phone: "It's like this, my grades in this final exam…"

"I know," Teacher Wang interrupted him, "Student Fu, your father has already told me about this matter, don't worry Well, let me handle this matter, and I will contact the Sixteenth High School to transfer your student status. If there is anything you need to do, I will let you know, just call this number, okay? ?"

Fu Jia was stunned.

Did he hear it wrong, or did Mr. Wang say something wrong?

Those two words seemed to tie Fu Jia's tongue, making him unable to pronounce fluently: "Father?"

"Yes, Mr. Lin Qing's secretary contacted me a few days ago." Teacher Wang said.

Fu Jia almost couldn't hold the phone.

Teacher Wang continued to say something, but Fu Jia didn't listen, and just hummed twice as a reply.

After hanging up, he didn't recover for a long time.

Father, Lin Qing?

Just kidding. Fu Jia smiled absurdly, feeling cold all over her body. Thinking that the air conditioner in the KTV might be turned on too hard, I went out through the back door and stood in the sun for a long time before I slowly warmed up and went back to work.

As soon as he walked in, he saw a colleague looking around, looking for something, turned around and saw him, and hurriedly shouted: "Fu Jia!"

Fu Jia walked over: "What's wrong?"

"Go to the front desk, it seems that someone Looking for you."

"Looking for me?" At this moment, Fu Jia felt something.

He rushed to the front desk, and sure enough, there was a lady in business attire waiting for him sitting on the sofa. Seeing Fu Jia approaching, she stood up and nodded to him: "Hello, I am Mr. Lin's secretary."

Really Lin Qing.

Fu Jia looked at her coldly and didn't answer.

The secretary's eyes were only indifferent: "Mr. Lin is waiting for you outside, come with me."

Fu Jia turned her head and said, "I have nothing to say to him, and I don't know you, so you can go." The

secretary smiled Smile: "That's not good. Mr. Lin doesn't have to like this store too much. If he doesn't want to, you can't be a waiter here."

Her tone made the whole thing look like there was no room for rebuttal.

Fu Jia took a deep breath and straightened her back: "You lead

the way." The secretary smiled.

Lin Qing's car was parked outside the store. The secretary led Fu Jia to the car and knocked on the window: "Mr. Lin?" The

car window lowered, revealing Lin Qing's figure inside the car.

Lin Qing was self-willed since he was a child. Although he was born in the Lin family, he stopped studying after graduating from elementary school, but argued with his family to learn painting. The Lin family hired an art teacher for him. After two days of studying, he had to learn music again. After a few years, he learned everything related to art.

When he grew up a bit, he couldn't sit still anymore, and ran around the world, making his family unable to find anyone year after year. When he came back, his hair was half-length, and it was dyed golden yellow. Lin Mu became angry and sick.

But it is also such a person, passionate and full of tricks, who only conquered Lu Wanqing, who is notoriously difficult in the Lu family.

Now, Lin Qingnian is over forty, but his shoulder-length hair is tied behind his head, and he looks young like Fu Jia's peers.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Come in the car and talk."

Fu Jia didn't move, and the secretary hurriedly opened the car door when he saw this: "Go in."

Then Fu Jia got into the car, the secretary closed the door, and put him and Lin Qing in the car. Being alone in a closed space gave him a chill.

He could smell the cologne on Lin Qing's body.

It made him sick.

The opening line between them was: "Thank you for moving out." Lin Qing said. He spoke very fast, and whispered the first two words, as if he had accidentally made a mistake.

Fu Jia mocked: "Don't say thank you, I didn't move it for you."

Lin Qing laughed silently. He clasped his hands and put them on his knees, alternating up and down from time to time.

Fu Jia felt disgusted even looking at him, so she turned her eyes away and stared at her clenched hands: "What's going on with Mr. Wang, you sent someone to watch me?"

Lin Qing laughed: "You suddenly moved Going out made me very curious, you have been a mangy dog for ten years, how did you suddenly become enlightened? I am a little worried, of course I have to stare at you for a while."

Fu Jia was so angry that her whole body was shaking. He grabbed the door handle tightly and tried to get out, but he couldn't open it no matter how hard he tried.

"Open the door." Fu Jia said tremblingly.

"We haven't finished talking yet." Lin Qing said, "How long you stay here and how much you want to listen to me, I have the right to decide. You have no right to comment."

Fu Jia's fist clenched tightly, and he bit With a mouthful of tongue, he resisted the urge to shake his fist.

Lin Qing clearly saw the blue veins on Fu Jia's forehead and his trembling body, and continued: "I'm surprised that you are so fond of studying. If you showed it earlier, I could have sent you to No. 6 Middle School. But I It's very strange, why do you like to study, I'm not made for studying, and neither is your mother," he paused at this point, "Fu Xiaoli…" Before

he could finish speaking, Fu Jia punched the car window There was a shock: "Does this have anything to do with you?"

Lin Qing frowned disgustedly: "It's useless to contact that teacher Wang by yourself. Do you know your ranking? It's just a joke."

"This has nothing to do with you." Fu Jia gritted her teeth.

Lin Qing stared at him, his eyes gradually became cold. "You should kneel down and thank me. Without my help, you will never be able to enter No. 6 Middle School in your life." He said, "Tell me, why do you want to transfer schools, why do you want to stick to Lu Qi'an?"

Fu Jia took a breath, shocked He looked at Lin Qing intently.

"Don't think about those tricks." Lin Qing's tone was full of boredom, and he looked at Fu Jia, as if he could see through him. "What should be yours is yours. If it is not yours, you will not get it. Lu Qi'an is not so easy to fool. No matter how you please him, he will not give you any favors. You, like Fu Xiaoli, can pester people, but these It's useless. It's like you pour water on a high place, it will still flow down."

He pressed the touchpad at hand and unlocked Fu Jia's car door: "You go."

Fu Jiaxue Looking at Lin Qing, he smiled silently.

In fact, he is very similar to Lin Qing, and this smile is exactly the same.

He turned to Lin Qing and waved his hand.

With a crisp slap, it missed Lin Qing's head.

Lin Qing opened his mouth in disbelief, suppressed the pain, and only let out a sigh. He touched his face, and temporarily lost consciousness where he was hit.

"Fu Jia!" Lin Qing suppressed his anger, "Don't think that I owe you anything. When you were eight years old, I could have turned a blind eye and let you starve to death and freeze to death on the street, but I still brought you back. Villa. What do you think you are, qualified to accuse me!"

"I don't owe you." Fu Jia growled back, her voice was not high, but she bit every word fiercely, as if these words could bite instead of him Break Lin Qing's neck.

He slammed the car door and ran out.

Lin Qing's face was gloomy, and he looked at his back without saying a word.

In the summer evening, there is a steaming mass of unquenchable heat. This ball of heat penetrated desperately into Fu Jia's body, he covered his ears tightly, and they came in through his mouth and nose, and when he closed his mouth and nose, they came in through his pores.

He stumbled into the KTV's bathroom, turned on the faucet, and rinsed his head under the water, but he couldn't wash away the heat.

He seemed to explode, and from the depths of his body, the blood began to boil. Those were from Lin Qing's blood, from Fu Xiaoli's blood, which made Fu Jia disgusted, nauseated, and finally turned into uncontrollable vomiting.

He spat it out with a whoosh.

The whole world fell silent.

The only thing that echoed in Fu Jia's ears was his own panting.

He thought of Lu Qi'an.

It was Lu Qi'an who said that he didn't need to change his parents or background; it was Lu Qi'an who said that he would look at him objectively and put aside everything around him.

Do these words still count?

Fu Jia raised her head and looked at her scarlet eyes in the mirror.