It's all about love letters

"Our classrooms are in the same direction, together."

Su Ci has lived for 17 years, and this is the first time he has met such a shameless person.

"Am I not right?" Fu Yunchou approached shamelessly, and he could clearly see the soft down on Su Ci's face. His fingertips trembled, and he had the urge to reach out and touch him.

Su Ci took a step back, frowned, pursed his lips and stared at Fu Yun, his tone indifferent and alienated, "Stay away from me."

The trembling fingertips suddenly let go, Fu Yun managed to hold up a smile, and took three steps back, "I'm going back to the classroom, goodbye."

The moment he turned around, the forced smile disappeared suddenly, Fu Yun's sight was out of focus, and he just walked forward relying on his memory.

If I was stronger, would it be another ending?

But he likes Su Ci so much, why would he want to see Su Ci fall into distress because of him!

All he wants is Su Ci, the Su Ci that he treats indifferently in his eyes, and the Su Ci that occasionally turns into spring wind and rain.

Liking Su Ci is not because of a glance, it is because of habit, it is because of love over time.

Although this long-term relationship is unilateral to him.

In fact, Su Ci regretted that sentence after he finished saying that, he knew how hurtful his words just now were.

In the past, he just avoided it calmly, and would not speak out.

But today...

He really doesn't like to get too close to other people.

Whenever someone gets too close to him, he always feels that the pores of his body are screaming, and every hair is trembling.

He wanted to apologize, but he had already walked away.

Su Ci returned to the classroom expressionlessly, found another physics test paper and started to do it.

Wu Zhao cast doubtful eyes on Lin Xia, hoping that the female school bully could answer his doubts.

Lin Xia turned sideways to observe secretly, and after watching for a long time, he couldn't see what happened to Su Ci.

Su Ci is very good at hiding his emotions. If he is not someone who really walks into Su Ci's heart, he may not be able to guess Su Ci's true emotions at all.

Lin Xia shook her head, expressing that she was unable to answer.

Only those who sit in the first row can gradually tighten the hand holding the nib of the pen.

Just now, she also saw Fu Yun, and followed Fu Yun to the bathroom. She quietly hid behind the women's bathroom and eavesdropped.

That kind of Fu Yun is beyond her reach, why would Fu Yun show such a nice smile on a boy, pure, rascal, and a smile that wants to please the person in front of her.

Why do I like him so much, but he can't even look at him.

Obviously it was Fu Yun who teased her in the first place!

A tear fell from the corner of Xu Ke's eye.

Who can understand the pain of secret love!

Su Ci covered his head and did the test papers for two classes. Until the last class, he was really sorry, but he didn't know how to apologize.

After pondering for a full 10 minutes, Su Ci finally decided to organize a set of mathematics selection questions and give Fu Yun as an apology gift, along with an apology letter.

When the school bell rang, Su Ci was still immersed in writing the questions, writing down all the questions he saw in his mind and remembered.

Lin Xia called softly, "Susu, it's time to have dinner."

"Yeah. I'll go later!" Su Ci nodded to Lin Xia, smiled, and continued writing the title.

Zhang Xingyu poked Lin Xia's shoulder, "What's wrong with Su Ci?"

"I don't know, can you stop poking me!" The school bully Lin Xia rubbed his shoulders. Zhang Xingyu is a strong man. When he poked him, his bones felt broken.

Zhang Xingyu spread his hands innocently, "I didn't use any strength."

Lin Xia rolled her eyes, kicked Zhang Xingyu's calf fiercely, and then spread her hands innocently, "I didn't even try hard."

Zhang Xingyu's bitter face instantly turned into a pumpkin face.

Zhang Xingyu quickly ran two steps and hugged the idiot Wu Zhao, "Hey, Wu Zhao, let me poke you, see if it hurts!"

Before Wu Zhao refused, Zhang Xingyu poked lightly.

Wu Zhao's calm and unwavering face suddenly cracked, and Xue Chi said the first dirty word in his life, "You are fucking sick."

Then he pushed hard, pushing Zhang Xingyu to the side, and he ran quickly, escaping from Zhang Xingyu's sight.

Zhang Xingyu was puzzled, "I'm really useless!"

As he spoke, he backed away again, returned to the classroom, stared at Su Ci who was engrossed in his homework, and rolled his eyes, "Su Ci."

Hearing the sound, Su Ci just gave a "hmm" and didn't look up.

"Su Ci, they all said that it hurts me to poke someone. I want to ask you to try it, but I'm obviously useless."

After Su Ci wrote the last word, half of the gloom in his heart dissipated, and then he looked at Zhang Xingyu, "It's true that you didn't use any strength, but you have great strength, even if you poke lightly on the shoulder blades, it will still hurt."

"I don't have much strength."

Su Ci thought about how to make Zhang Xingyu believe that he was a strong man, and then remembered that when he was first assigned to this class, because the class was short of three desks, Lao Yang asked Zhang Xingyu to move three desks.

The desks in their school were a bit heavy, and they could only move two at a time without any chairs, but Zhang Xingyu moved three desks at once, including the chairs.

Zhang Xingyu tied the desks and chairs together, and carried them to the third floor with one hand.

Moved back without even breathing.

After listening to Su Ci's description, Zhang Xingyu recalled what happened, "But this table is not heavy at all!"

Su Ci glanced at Zhang Xingyu, a little speechless and a little perfunctory, "Yes, not heavy, we are too delicate."

After speaking, he held the notebook and walked to the cafeteria.

Looking at Su Ci's back, Zhang Xingyu murmured, "It's true that you are too delicate."

Su Ci searched around the cafeteria but couldn't find Fu Yun, so he found another corner to eat in silence, and thought about how to start his first sentence.

He is not good at communicating with people, especially apologizing, which is really the first time in his life.

Just as he was thinking about how to speak, there was suddenly another person on the opposite side.

Su Ci looked up, with some surprise in his eyes, "What's wrong with you?"

It was Fu Yun who came, but at this moment his forehead was covered with sweat, his white school uniform was soaked, and his whole body looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

Fu Yun took a big sip of mineral water, with a gentle starlight in his eyes, "playing ball."

He hid in the playground alone and played two classes. He basically never skipped classes, and occasionally skipped a few self-study classes. This was the only time he skipped the main class.

Seeing him like this, Su Ci guessed that this person must have skipped class.

"Learn when it's time to learn."

His time management is very strict, and he does not agree with Fu Yun's approach.

"Occasionally." Fu Yun didn't want to impress Su Ci with words such as skipping classes and poor students.

He was already far away from him, and if he were to be labeled with these two labels because of his willfulness, I am afraid that he and Su Ci would not be able to be friends.

"I'm sorry about today's matter." Su Ci took two mouthfuls of rice to relieve his tension.

He never thought that it would be so difficult to say an apology, but after saying it, it became much easier.

He pushed the notebook on his left to Fu Yun's right, "A gift of apology is not a gift."

Su Ci has read so many books in his life, but at this moment he doesn't know what words to use to describe it, so he just shut up.

Fu Yun suddenly laughed, "It's actually my fault."

"The tone of my words is too hurtful. I just don't like to have physical contact with others, and I can't get too close. I'm just a conditioned reflex." Su Ci explained for the first time because of this reason.

Fu Yun was only sad for a while, and then just wanted to vent his emotions.

Everyone has their own habits, and Su Ci didn't like to get too close to others, so he got close to others with the cheek.

What's more, they are not acquaintances at all now.

When Fu Yun returned to the classroom, he couldn't wait to open the notebook Su Ci gave him. The handwriting was neat and every stroke was just right.

Xiong Hao gnawed on the chicken paw and leaned over to watch with Fu Yun, spit out the bones and asked, "Fu Yun, what are you looking at! So impatient? Has your sweetheart written you a love letter?"

Fu Yun covered Su Ci's notebook with his hands, "Whatever you're looking at, let's go."

"No way! You really are my sweetheart." The chicken feet in Xiong Hao's hands suddenly became unscented, "Who the hell is that! By the way, you've been acting weird these two days."

Looking back on these two days, Xiong Hao sometimes saw Fu Yun sitting alone on a chair and giggling, "It's not spring either!"

"Eat your chicken feet, you won't be able to shut your mouth if you eat anything, what else can you do besides bawling?"

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Fu Yun didn't bother to pay attention to him, closed the book and stuffed it in the drawer, and he read it when the deskmate left.

Although I know it's not something shameful, but after what Xiong Hao said, this collection of questions has become different.

It really seems like a love letter from a sweetheart.

"Hidden and tucked away, one day I will pick out your sweetheart." Xiong Hao took a bite of the chicken feet viciously, but he didn't expect to eat the spicy millet inside instead of the chicken feet.

"Hiss—" Xiong Hao took two deep breaths, "This is too spicy!"

"Deserving it."

While taking a breath, Xiong Hao looked for ice water.

After confirming that this person would not come back for the time being, Fu Yun took out the notebook and opened it again. At the end of the page, there was even an apology letter.

Fu Yun smiled helplessly.

It really fit Su Ci's character.

The letter of apology is very simple, only five words: Fu Yun, I'm sorry.

Fu Yun was not willing to use Su Ci's notebook at all, so he copied the title again, put the letter of apology in it, put it in his schoolbag, and hid it in his bedroom when he returned home on the weekend.

Su Ci was in a better mood, so he started talking to his classmates.

Wu Zhao, who endured for a long time, finally found a chance to ask questions, "Su Ci, Su Su, how to do these questions!"

Wu Zhao loves to study very much, but he is afraid to ask the teacher questions. He prefers to ask Su Ci instead of asking the teacher questions.

He could understand what Su Ci said, and Su Ci wouldn't say like the teacher: You don't even know this question?What are you doing in class?

Su Ci can only answer patiently. If it is a little difficult, Su Ci will point out the example problems in the book, or the problems that have been encountered before. Wu Zhao will follow his instructions to find them, and then figure it out by himself. Generally, he can figure it out. , And if you encounter a similar problem again, there will be no situation where you can't do it.