Chapter 5

The first class in the afternoon was Chinese. Lu Qi'an opened the textbook, aiming at the breadcrumbs stuck on the inner pages.

Densely dense, extremely disgusting.

He closed the book and placed it on the upper corner of the table without touching it.

Li Qinhe was sitting next to him. Seeing that Lu Qi'an didn't use textbooks, he asked, "What's going on?"

Lu Qi'an said, "Someone is playing a prank."

Li Qinhe made an O-shape with his mouth: "Who dares to mess with you? Someone who dares to pluck the hair on your head?"

Lu Qi'an didn't speak, pretending that Li Qinhe didn't exist.

Li Qinhe knew he was angry. They grew up together since they were young, and he knows Lu Qi'an's fastidiousness better than anyone else. In the entire No. 6 Middle School, there was no boy who was more tidy than Lu Qi'an. The most direct proof is that all of Lu Qi'an's textbooks have no folded corners, no folded corners!

"Then how do you listen in class?"

Lu Qi'an didn't answer.

Li Qinhe sighed.

After class, before the teacher left, Lu Qi'an picked up all the textbooks and threw them into the trash can. There were at least a dozen books, and the sound of falling to the bottom of the barrel made the whole class quiet.

Li Qinhe leaned closer: "As for throwing away all of them?"

Lu Qi'an gave him a cold look, "I'll go to the Academic Affairs Office to buy a new set of textbooks, so don't follow me."

Li Qinhe raised his hands in surrender. He just can't get along with this hair, Lu Qi'an has never met anyone who can give him a smooth hair at his age, he explodes when he gets angry, others can only ignore it, and wait for him to recover on his own.

After buying the books, it was already time for class. The teacher was shocked when he saw Lu Qi'an holding a mountain of books, and let him in after a while.

Lu Qi'an sat in his seat and took a pen from his schoolbag. He didn't look down and touch it from memory, but was scratched to the back of his hand by a sharp object that shouldn't have been there.

He pulled out his hand to see that the skin was broken, but there was no bleeding.

Looking through the schoolbag, Lu Qi'an found the culprit. A note was stapled in his schoolbag. The culprit was afraid that the staples would not be stable, so he stapled four or five staples in a row, but some of them were not pressed properly, and the stitches were warped, which is why he was scratched.

The note read: Angry? If you are angry, look for me under the second street light outside the school gate at 9:30 in the evening.

Lu Qi'an threw his schoolbag aside.

This word is too ugly.

After class, he threw his schoolbag into the trash can under the shocked eyes of the whole class.

Fu Jia skipped class at eight o'clock and rushed to No. 6 Middle School.

He hummed an unknown tune all the way, very comfortable. He didn't have dinner, but he was in such a good mood that there was no need for dinner. It will be more pleasant to wait until the work is over before going to eat supper.

He leaned against the second streetlight outside No. 6 Middle School, but he was wearing the school uniform of No. 16 Middle School.

The security guard came out to see him many times, but seeing that he had stayed there without moving, he did not approach him to inquire.

Soon, the sixth middle school was over.

Among the piles of mainly black and white school uniforms, the school uniforms of No. 16 Middle School, mainly in dark red, looked particularly eye-catching. All kinds of eyes fell on Fu Jia, but he didn't care at all, he regarded himself as air.

There are always the most people who come out in the first five minutes after school, and then gradually decrease. Fu Jia stared closely at the school gate, unwilling to miss any figure.

After several minutes, Lu Qi'an appeared.

It was different from what Fu Jia remembered, but still the same. Every time Fu Jia saw Lu Qi'an, he would come to the Lin family's villa as Lin Fengxun's elder brother, with a maturity and stability that a boy of this age should not have.

But now that he is wearing a school uniform, his demeanor is much lighter, but he still has that… heaviness in his bones .

Fu Jia took a deep breath and watched him approaching him.

One step, two steps…

Fu Jia counted the steps and found that her heartbeat started to match his pace.

Five steps, six steps… Lu Qi'an walked up to Fu Jia's side, but he didn't stop at all, and continued to walk forward.

Fu Jia was stunned for a moment, then turned around and found that he even passed the third street light,

Fu Jia wanted to laugh.

His heart seemed to have been punched hard, and it was so sour that it burst into water.

Where did he get the confidence to think that disgusting Lu Qi'an could attract his attention? Lu Qi'an never, never once would get angry because he hated something, he would just ignore it and forget it.

Fu Jia ran after her.

"Lu Qi'an!" he shouted.

Lu Qi'an didn't even change the frequency of his steps.

Fu Jia quickened his pace and chased after a few steps, and grabbed Lu Qi'an's school uniform: "Are you blind, didn't you see me?"

Lu Qi'an stopped, turned his head, and his eyes fell on Fu Jia's hand: "Release."

Fu Jia Getting more serious : "Are you blind?"

Lu Qi'an said indifferently: "I see, so what?"

Fu Jia laughed out of breath, and said without thinking: "This is how your aunt taught you to be polite?"

Lu Qi'an wrinkled frown.

Fu Jia's smile widened: "I'm not taught anyway, I'm sorry."

Lu Qi'an reached out, pinched Fu Jia's wrist, and pulled his hand away. Of course Fu Jia was unwilling to let go like this, but Lu Qi'an's strength was too great, and he couldn't resist at all.

The wrist hurt like it was about to dislocate, Fu Jia relaxed his strength before he screamed out in pain, and let go of his hand pretending to be indifferent.

"Isn't it necessary to do it?" Fu Jia pretended to be relaxed, "I just want to get to know you… um, get to know you. You know, people like me want to say a few words to you, only in some extreme ways. "

Lu Qi'an said: "You can wait like a stalker at the gate of our school like now, and you don't need the previous step."

Stalker.

Well said.

"Hey…" Fu Jia nodded, "You're right, then I'll come here and wait next time, what do you think?"

Lu Qi'an didn't speak, just looked at him.

Fu Jia's heart skipped a beat, and he was suddenly speechless.

Why don't you scold him, beat him, or despise him? Why is there such a look in the eyes that is nothing?

From the first time Fu Jia met Lu Qi'an, he couldn't understand this question.

"If you really want to get to know me, don't use this boring and stupid way." Lu Qi'an said, "You should go back to study now, go to cram school, transfer from No. Know me."

Lu Qi'an turned and left: "Don't come to me again next time, I'll let the driver drive the car into the school."

Fu Jia couldn't speak, and watched him walk away, and then got into Lu's car at the intersection .

He squatted down, his stomach throbbing.

…

"Fu Jia?"

Fu Jia returned from the courtyard, and before entering the room, Mrs. Chen woke up.

She stared at Fu Jia: "Where have you been?"

Fu Jia shook her head vigorously, but said nothing.

Mrs. Chen's anger came easily. She stood up and shrouded Fu Jia in her shadow: "Say you?"

Fu Jia was trembling with fear, but still shook her head vigorously.

Aunt Chen looked around and found a cane next to the sofa. She flicked the cane in vain, hoping that the sound of the breaking wind would evoke Fu Jia's memory of the pain: "Hurry up!"

Fu Jia backed away without saying a word. step.

Aunt Chen took a breath. He squeezed the cane tightly and swung it down.

Mrs. Chen hit her buttocks, and she always spanked this place, confident that no traces would be left.

"Where have you been? Did you steal Fengfeng's things again?" Mrs. Chen was most afraid of this. Fu Jia can make all kinds of noise in the servant's room, but he can't run out. Putting him in the servant's room, Lin Qing nailed Fu Jia to the word "servant". Since it is a "servant", it cannot disturb the master's cleanliness.

Fu Jia knew the meaning of stealing. And he hated the word.

"I don't have one." He said, "I don't have one, I didn't have one from the beginning."

Mrs. Chen got angry when she heard him argue about what happened last time: "You still don't admit it, you have to kill me to know what peace is." Is it?"

She raised her hand, and the cane swung down again. This time it was on the back, because she was really out of breath.

Fu Jia didn't hide, and didn't even tremble. He stared at Mrs. Chen fiercely, his eyes were bloodshot.

Mrs. Chen was stunned.

That shouldn't be a child's eyes. The hatred is so strong that it can't be melted away, as if if you give him a knife, he can kill her.

"You…"

Mrs. Chen only said this one syllable, and didn't say any more.

Since then, Fu Jia never cried again, and Mrs. Chen never beat him again.