Fu Jia was trembling.
His arms hugged him tighter and tighter, and the trembling became more obvious the tighter he was.
He was too hard, which made Lu Qi'an's neck and shoulders feel uncomfortable, but Lu Qi'an didn't remind him aloud.
The school's infirmary is near the dormitory area, not a short distance from the track and field, so Lu Qi'an took Fu Jia to the emergency infirmary in the gymnasium. Although it is close and convenient, there are often no teachers on duty.
The teacher is not there, but the infirmary is not locked. Lu Qi'an walked in and squatted down in front of the sofa: "Come down."
Fu Jia didn't respond for a long time.
Lu Qi'an changed his stern tone: "Come down."
This time, Fu Jia obediently let go. He landed on his feet, one foot on the cold tile floor, only to realize that they had left the shoe he had taken off on the track, and he was now bare.
Fu Jia shrank her toes, and glanced at Lu Qi'an carefully.
Lu Qijian pretended not to see it, and said, "You stay here first, I'll go to the teacher."
Fu Jia shook his head anxiously: "No! You can stay here…"
His eyes flicked around, "There is no Close the door, which means that there is a teacher on duty today, maybe he will come in a while, we can sit here and wait for him."
Although Fu Jia was very confident when he said this, he lost confidence after he finished speaking. Hesitatingly added: "Can I…"
Lu Qi'an stood up straight and said, "There is someone in the office next door, I'll ask."
Fu Jia sat on the sofa, rubbed a sofa cushion tangledly, and ordered nod.
Fu Jia was worried that he would not be able to go, but Lu Qi'an said he would be back soon, and he did come back within five minutes.
"The teacher on duty is temporarily busy. I have already contacted her. She will try to come here within 20 minutes."
Fu Jia hummed, but didn't care whether the teacher would come or not, and said to him, "Thank you…then where are you going now, are you going back to class?"
He looked at Lu Qi'an with straight eyes.
He wants Lu Qi'an to stay here.
"I'm neither a patient nor a doctor, so I have no reason to stay here." Lu Qi'an said.
In an instant, Fu Jia's eyes dimmed, his shoulders drooped, and even his back bent a lot. He uses everything in him that shows emotion to show his downness.
He whispered: "You have to have a reason for everything."
His voice was very soft, as if he finally understood a truth.
"What did you say?" Lu Qi'an frowned.
Fu Jia took a deep breath, straightened his back again, and said, "My feet hurt, and I'm scared. I want you to stay here with me. Is this enough reason?"
Lu Qi'an was slightly stunned.
Do normal people do this? Saying "I'm afraid" is full of air, and has a determined look on his face.
Lu Qi'an didn't answer right away. He understood that Fu Jia was making trouble for no reason, no matter from which point of view, he should go back to class. He didn't ask the teacher for leave, and neither did Fu Jia. He should go back to the track and field, explain the situation to his teacher first, and then explain to Fu Jia's teacher, otherwise the student's disappearance during class will cause a lot of trouble to the teacher.
He knew what he should do and what he shouldn't do, but he didn't reject Fu Jia immediately.
Fu Jia said it was painful and scared.
After thinking a lot, Lu Qi'an only had this sentence in his mind.
In the end, he chose to sit next to Fu Jia.
The sofa in the infirmary was very small, just enough for the two of them to sit on, leaving no more than two fists to touch each other.
For a long time, neither of them spoke, they just sat together.
Fu Jia's palms were gradually wet with sweat.
"I…" he said, "I just need you to accompany me until the teacher comes over, it only takes twenty minutes."
Lu Qi'an didn't look at him, and hummed in a low voice.
Fu Jia took a peek at him, seeing that he was neither angry nor frowning, and felt a little more relaxed.
Fu Jia racked her brains to think of something to say to make Lu Qi'an happy, and soon she thought of it from studying to the weekly exam, and then to the report card.
"I happen to have the report card of this week's exam with me," he said in a tone that seemed to be offering a treasure, "I can show it to you."
Before, because the big head wanted to peek, he just put the report card in his pocket, but now Excitedly took it out, the creases that had been kneaded by others were particularly obvious. When I showed it to the big head before, I thought it didn't matter, but now in front of Lu Qi'an, Fu Jia felt that he couldn't do anything.
He said, "Wait a minute." Then he pinched the creases on the paper hard.
Seeing the tattered paper in his hand, Lu Qi'an thought of the time when Fu Jia came to his apartment to ask him for tutoring with the exercise set that he had taped up. At that time, his face was still injured. The two times were very similar, he asked: "Why are you wrinkled?"
Fu Fu didn't remember what happened last time, and said: "I rubbed it myself."
Lu Qi'an's tone was indifferent: "Fu Jia, you can wrestle on your face by yourself. A knife wound fell on my face, I tore the book myself, and glued it back together, and now I crumpled the report card by myself, is the next step going to say that you trampled on your heel today?"
Lu Qi'an was a little surprised when he said that .
He actually said such irrational words because of Fu Jia's little lie, like a person who was pissed off.
Fu Jia was taken aback for a moment, her sweaty hands lost the importance, and rubbed the ink on the report card.
His hands froze, and he said, "This time it's real. Because someone wanted to see my report card, I felt embarrassed, so I crumpled it into a ball of paper."
He covered the report card under his palm: "Then …Then don't read it."
Lu Qi'an collected his emotions and said: "It's okay, show me."
Fu Jia said: "The paper is too dirty, may I read it to you?"
Lu Qi'an stretched out his hand and pushed Fu Jia away With his fingers, he directly took the report card.
Fu Jia's hand froze in the posture of being pushed away.
On the paper, the handwriting of "No. 18" is the clearest. Apart from that, there is no scarlet letter on the whole paper, which shows that Fu Jia did not fail any subjects.
For a poor student who has just transferred from No. 16 Middle School to No. 6 No. 1 Middle School, being able to get this result in the abnormal weekly exam of No. 6 No. 1 Middle School for the first time is already quite remarkable.
Although… Lu Qi'an gave Fu Jia a thorough question.
"Why are you embarrassed? You did well in the exam." Then, he folded the report card in half and handed it back to Fu Jia.
Fu Jia was very pleasantly surprised: "Did I do well in the exam?"
He was so happy that he forgot to pick it up with his hands.
When he didn't answer, Lu Qi'an grabbed his wrist, pulled his palm closer, and put in the folded report card. "Although it's not bad, it's not that good. There is still room for improvement. Don't relax."
Fu Jia stared blankly at the palm of his hand, and then stared blankly back at Lu Qi'an.
Is it his illusion?
Lu Qi'an praised him with such a gentle attitude.
He only has eighteen… Is such a result okay?
Can you please him?
The moment Lu Qi'an was about to let go of his hand, the moment his fingertips were about to pull away, Fu Jia held his hand backhand.
"Lu, Lu Lu Qi'an, I…I have something to tell you!" He stuttered, but his tone was very decisive.
Suddenly being held by hand, it was difficult for Lu Qi'an to keep calm. He tensed his face, but at least he didn't shake off Fu Jia's hand, nor did he frown.
"You can say whatever you want. You don't need to shake hands when you speak."
The tone was cold, and it was Lu Qi'an who Fu Jia was familiar with.
He let go of his hand, but his fingers lingered against the back of Lu Qi'an's hand.
This behavior can be called perverted. Fu Jia despises himself a little, but he is out of control.
"What I want to say is, Lu Qi'an, you are so kind to me…" Fu Jia's voice lowered and then rose again, "You are so kind, so I want you, I want you very much.
" After these words, the taut strings in Fu Jia's mind loosened.
Not relaxed, but completely broken.
Because Lu Qi'an didn't like his rudeness and unreasonableness, he tried his best to be well-behaved and sensible. He did, but no matter how hard he tried, his nature remained the same.
He is a person who will climb up the pole for a little favor.
He is someone who, given a little hope, will snatch things into his hands without hesitation.
What does it mean when someone says "I want you" to another person?
This can have many interpretations, crazy, serious, even pornographic.
Lu Qi'an was not surprised, and was even calm: "Why do you want me?"
Fu Jia's mood was complicated.
He didn't understand before, what kind of method he wanted.
At first, Fu Jia didn't even want to get close to Lu Qi'an. It wasn't until one day that he dreamed that he beat Lin Fengxun in his dream and snatched Lu Qi'an away from him, that he realized that he felt jealous towards Lin Fengxun.
He had never been jealous of Lin Fengxun's love from his parents and good material conditions, and he even felt sorry for his sick brother. But when he saw Lu Qi'an through the small window, he became jealous.
Lu Qi'an is an elder brother who likes to teach others and pretends to be old. I don't like to laugh, and I look unhappy all day long.
But he is so meticulous, gentle and considerate. He knows everything Lin Fengxun wants to know and can help him solve all problems.
Fu Jia also wanted such a person.
Not only that, he wanted Lin Fengxun to no longer have Lu Qi'an, and wanted no one else in the world but him alone.
From this kind of jealousy step by step to today, Fu Jia's desire for Lu Qi'an has become his only appeal for love.
He entrusted Lu Qi'an with love, friendship, and even affection.
He wants him like crazy.
"I want you to love me."
Fu Jia said firmly.
The medical room was silent for several seconds. Lu Qi'an closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only calm and indifference in his eyes.
He said: "Impossible."
Fu Jia stared at him fiercely, trembling all over because of this ruthless sentence.
He took a deep breath, and when the fresh air entered his body, he grabbed Lu Qi'an by the collar, pressed on him, and looked for his lips.
Lu Qi'an was caught off guard, and was crushed by him for a moment, unable to move. Fu Jia seized this opportunity and kissed him on the lips with his eyes closed.
It's like a kiss, but it's not like a kiss, because Fu Jia bumped into her, and she won't do anything other than rubbing Lu Qi'an's lips with her own mouth. Because of surprise, Lu Qi'an didn't close his lips completely, and he didn't seize the opportunity to sneak in.
Soon, Lu Qi'an, who reacted, pushed him away and pressed against the back of the sofa.
Lu Qi'an used 100% of his strength, but almost half of his strength was in vain, because Fu Jia's body was limp, and he left with a push. In addition, his face was abnormally red, and there were abnormal mist in his eyes.
Lu Qi'an's face was blue and red, he rubbed his lips with the back of his hand, and frowned.
Fu Jia looked at him and couldn't come to his senses for a long time. It is not an exaggeration to describe his feeling as ecstasy. He is not ashamed of kissing in the school's infirmary, nor is he ashamed of kissing others forcibly, he just thinks it is endless aftertaste, and wants to do it a thousand times again.
Lu Qi'an's eyes were full of anger, but Fu Jia was not afraid at all, he swallowed, and leaned towards Lu Qi'an again.
"No." Lu Qi'an said, "We have agreed that you must ask my permission to do this kind of thing."
Fu Jia nodded and asked, "Then can I kiss you?"
Lu Qi'an's face darkened instantly: "No."
Fu Jia was still not frustrated, and continued, "From today onwards, I will pursue you like a lover, is that okay?"
Lu Qi'an had a complicated expression and did not answer right away.
Suddenly, the sound of high heels interrupted the two of them. From far to near, gradually clear. A few seconds later, a female teacher walked into the infirmary panting.
"It's been a long time, classmate." She held her bag and coat in one hand, and a shoebox in the other. "How is the injury? It hasn't continued to bleed."
She said, throwing the things in her hand At the desk, this is the time to look at the two students sitting indoors.
Looking at it this way, it feels very weird.
Because the two boys were sitting very close together, one of them was almost attached to the other. Both of their faces were red, but one of them frowned tightly, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out.
Just as she was about to ask, the one with the pale face stood up from the sofa, nodded to her, said "Hello", and left the infirmary.
"What's the matter, this is…" She had an intuition that the two students had a conflict, which was a little funny, but when she looked at the person who stayed behind, she couldn't laugh anymore.
Fu Jia's eyes were red, staring at the floor out of focus.
He didn't cry, but the female teacher was worried. If she hadn't heard about his injury from the phone in advance, she would have thought that Fu Jia had injured a bone or an internal organ.