I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

As soon as Cen Xiao finished speaking, the two suddenly fell into a very delicate atmosphere.

The surrounding air was vaguely filled with a hint of sweet and ambiguous atmosphere, even with some pink bubbles.

Fu Zhun was stunned, speechless for a moment.

Some are unsure if this is a reconciliation invitation.

And Cen Xiao, who was opposite him, seemed to not want to make himself too obvious, and the whole process was very calm.

Not long after he finished speaking, he turned around and didn't talk to Fu Zhunduo again.

He returned to his usual indifferent look.

The moment he carried it back, all the pink bubbles around him burst in an instant.

Fu Zhun was silent and snorted unhappily.

At this moment, the impassioned voice of the English teacher lecturing on the topic continued to come from the podium.

Fu Zhun, who was sitting in the corner, was quiet for a while, then suddenly raised his eyelids, and looked at Cen Xiao's back: "Cen Xiao."

"What are you doing?" Cen Xiao leaned back and replied without turning his head.

"you……"

Just as Fu Zhun uttered a word, his gaze suddenly passed Cen Xiao's reddish ear tips.

His eyes froze for a moment, he pondered for a moment, then secretly touched the corner of his mouth: "It's nothing."

Snorting triumphantly, he got up awkwardly while the English teacher turned his back to write on the blackboard, and slipped back to his seat.

Cen Xiao caught a glimpse of the person next to him sitting down from the corner of his eye, secretly twitched the corner of his mouth, and remained silent.

"Give me a look." Seeing that Cen Xiao had that scumbag attitude again, as if he hadn't seen him, Fu Zhun finally couldn't help but speak.

Only then did Cen Xiao snort quietly, and pushed the school case between the two tables.

The atmosphere finally became more harmonious.

However, after being quiet for a while, Fu Zhun said again: "I can't see clearly."

"Where can't you see clearly?" Cen Xiao felt that the words on it were not small, so he asked in confusion.

"Your side, what is written on the far right?" Fu Zhun raised his chin towards Cen Xiao, and asked Zhuang Ruo unintentionally.

On the far right is a bunch of phrases, Cen Xiao didn't bother to explain, so he pushed the case to him: "Can you see clearly now?"

"Still can't see clearly." Fu Zhun squinted his eyes, pretending to be short-sighted, "Come here a little more."

So Cen Xiao pushed the case to him again.

"A little more."

Cen Xiao pushed the case to him again.

After going back and forth like this, Cen Xiao could hardly touch the side of the school case on the table.

Almost the entire study case was pushed to Fu Zhun's side, and Cen Xiao had to lean closer to him to read it if he wanted to read it.

At first he didn't notice anything wrong.

When Fu Zhun's warm breath hit his ears, Cen Xiao immediately froze.

There is even a momentary blank in the brain.

The momentary trance was fleeting, and Cen Xiao's expression darkened instantly when he realized that Fu Zhun was messing with him.

Looking up, Fu Zhun was looking down at him, with a playful and smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

There seemed to be a few large characters written on the face——

How are you so stupid?

Cen Xiao: "..."

Speechlessly staring at him, Cen Xiao snorted coldly, turned around and sat up straight.

An unyielding look.

Fu Zhun was not in a hurry, and still maintained his original posture, propping his head lazily with one hand, and holding down a corner of the study case with the other, not wanting Cen Xiao to pull it back.

As a result, Cen Xiao was not prepared to take back that study case at all.

He glanced at Fu Zhun, and under Fu Zhun's gaze, he slowly took out another unfinished study case from the table.

As if deliberately trying to let Fu Zhun see clearly, Cen Xiao's movements were very slow, looking very calm.

Like a provocation.

Fu Zhun froze suddenly: "?"

It's not over yet.

As if it wasn't enough to relieve his anger, Cen Xiao asked Fu Zhun to watch him helplessly, and sorted out the school cases by page number.

Finally, it was stapled very cruelly with a stapler.

Fu Zhun just watched the whole process in such a dull and silent manner.

With a "click", the staple seemed to be locked in Fu Zhun's heart.

Not only did he poke two holes, but he also made two fucking bends in it, and dug out two small strips of flesh. Blood and tears flowed out from these two small holes, which was very heart-piercing.

One end, one sound again.

Then there was another "click".

The cruel scene reappeared.

Thinking of this scene, Fu Zhun's heart began to ache.

He rubbed his heart, let out a deep breath, forced a smile, and said with a fake smile: "Brother is indeed a professional, and he really knows how to pretend."

"To each other." Cen Xiao leisurely dusted off the school case.

In this way, both of them have their own learning plans.

Fu Zhun couldn't find fault if he wanted to.

The atmosphere was rare and harmonious for a while.

About ten minutes later, Fu Zhun seemed to have figured out a new death trick.

He couldn't sit still again.

Looking around, while the teacher on the podium was about to turn around and go back to write on the blackboard...

Fu Zhun immediately seized the opportunity and threw his study case behind him——

A perfect parabola crossed, and a whole stack of study cases fell accurately into the large trash can at the back of the classroom.

With a "bang", everyone in the class was startled by the sudden sound.

Many people looked back and saw that Fu Zhun had done a good thing, they turned their heads back one after another, not daring to say anything.

Cen Xiao, who was sitting next to Fu Zhun, was also stunned after witnessing the whole process.

How could he have imagined that Fu Zhun would throw away the learning case so accurately?

Who the hell would have thought of this?

Even if you give him a hundred brains, he can't think of it.

Isn't this crazy?

Cen Xiao was stunned for a moment, and after gathering his composure, he turned his head and looked at Fu Zhun in astonishment.

But Fu Zhun raised his eyebrows, looked at the case study in Cen Xiao's hand, and hinted at him wildly with his eyes——

Why don't you submit it for me to see together?

Cen Xiao: "..."

This man really doesn't want any face.

The English teacher on the podium also heard the sound.

However, the moment she turned to face her classmates, the whole classroom returned to normal.

As if nothing had happened.

The English teacher was a little suspicious.

She clearly heard a loud bang just now.

Suspicious eyes scanned the class slowly, but she didn't see why after watching it for a long time.

In order not to delay the progress of the class, she decided to pretend nothing happened in silence.

Cen Xiao was inexplicably relieved to see that the English teacher didn't intend to pursue it.

He looked at Fu Zhun's restless little eyes, and finally resigned to his fate and pushed half of the learning case to Fu Zhun.

Put it in the middle of the table between the two, and press it with your elbow, so no one can take advantage of it.

This time Fu Zhun could be considered to have stopped, and he didn't make any big moves.

But the small movements continued one after another.

Spin the fountain pen for a while, touch the eraser for a while, and touch Cen Xiao again for a while.

Seeing that Cen Xiao ignored him, he started writing on the school case again, as if looking for something to say——

【Are you there? 】

Cen Xiao: "..."

He rolled his eyes and ignored Fu Zhun.

However, Fu Zhun still persevered and wrote below——

[Brother, where are you?Pet a fan? 】

Cen Xiao sighed, picked up a pen and replied with three words——

[Don't pet me, get out. 】

Fu Zhun: "..."

Seeing that Cen Xiao was so fierce at writing, Fu Zhun finally put down his pen honestly.

After tossing back and forth like this, it didn't take long before the get out of class bell for relief finally rang.

This difficult class can be regarded as over.

Seeing the English teacher leave, Cen Xiao immediately took back his study case, kicked Fu Zhun's chair: "Go through the trash can."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Stop, brother." Fu Zhun turned his head, glanced at the big smelly trash can in the corner with disgust, frowned and said, "It stinks, you don't want me to scare you with a stinky school case every day, do you? "

"Let you sit next to me?" Cen Xiao snorted coldly, knocked on the empty table behind him, and said meaningfully: "Don't you like to run?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

The implication: get out of my house with your stinky school case.

"No, actually, I'm quite nostalgic." Fu Zhunlai lay on the table and refused to leave. Seeing Cen Xiao's face turned pale, he began to open his eyes and talk nonsense: "For example, I think this chair is very special for me. Comfortable."

"My desk is just as shiny as it is."

"My desk belly is big enough."

"My tablemate is pretty good-looking."

After talking a lot of nonsense, Cen Xiao suddenly felt that something strange had mixed in.

Without thinking about it, he glanced at Fu Zhun indifferently, and didn't make things difficult for him anymore, he just said: "Then you should be quiet in the future, and don't lose your temper with me because of trivial things all day long."

After a pause, he added: "I'm not your father, I don't want to raise a son."

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun gave a low "Oh" and asked, "Then what do you want to raise?"

"I want to raise a dog." Cen Xiao blocked his expectation with a blank face.

Fu Zhun: "..."

In the end, this matter was passed with one eye open and one eye closed.

Fu Zhunlai lay on the table for a while, seeing Cen Xiao's complexion visibly improved, he was relieved.

He moved closer to the table and smelled the sweet and greasy scent of the previous cake.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Fu Zhun stood up straight and supported his head with a casual expression: "Brother, although I don't know how to make cakes, I also prepared a birthday present for you."

Before he could say what the birthday gift was, Cen Xiao said directly: "Don't wear it, get out."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"You seem to have misunderstood me." Fu Zhun rubbed his hair irritably: "I haven't said what it is yet."

"If possible," Cen Xiao turned his head, looked at him seriously, and squeezed out a smile pretending to be friendly: "I hope you don't give me anything."

"Let's let each other go, and don't leave a strong mark in the black history, shall we?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

After all, Cen Xiao really couldn't think of what Fu Zhun would give as a gift.

Fu Zhun's head is a bit slanted, Cen Xiao doesn't have his artistic bacteria, so he can't guess at all.

However, these words made Fu Zhun unhappy: "Why can others give cakes? Why can't I give some gifts?"

"Your Hello Kitty alarm clock last time." Cen Xiao closed his eyes and sighed, and commented: "If you put aside its source, this should be considered a good gift."

"So you really don't need to give it away." Cen Xiao was already getting scared.

It's a pity that Fu Zhun's faith is still very firm.

He told Cen Xiao seriously: "This gift can no longer be taken back."

"?"

"You'll know when you come back after lunch."

"?"

"big surprise."

With such a sentence, Cen Xiao spent the remaining two classes seriously thinking about what kind of earth-shattering thing Fu Zhun had prepared.

He even wondered if Fu Zhun was going to stuff him with a lot of Hello Kitty while no one was around at noon.

After contemplating for a long time, Cen Xiao couldn't figure out why.

On the way back to the classroom after lunch, Cen Xiao walked beside Fu Zhun, and suddenly heard him say: "The gift is coming soon."

Cen Xiao looked up: "What?"

Before he could react, the loudspeaker on the school lawn suddenly rang.

It's the school's midday broadcast.

Cen Xiao paused, then suddenly realized: "Have you gone to contribute?"

He was really afraid that Fu Zhun had written something in his contribution.

"I voted." Fu Zhun said bluntly: "It took me a lot of effort to get it done. Your precious audio is really hard to find."

Cen Xiao: "?"

"What's my audio?" Cen Xiao suddenly had a bad feeling.

He claimed that he had no bad history, and the only bad history was probably beating up Qian Zhaoyang before school started.

Moreover, since junior high school, he seldom sang except in class, because he was too lazy to open his voice.

After a moment of silence, Cen Xiao continued to push back his memory, seriously recalling what stupid things he had done before.

"Don't think about it." Fu Zhun hooked his shoulders and led him forward: "You will know when you hear it later."

Cen Xiao glanced at him, pursed his lips anxiously, and immediately quickened his pace to return to the classroom quickly.

Afraid of hearing something on the road that shouldn't be heard.

However, it is probably because I am afraid of something.

Just as Cen Xiao walked to the teaching building with the largest traffic flow, the sweet voice of a beautiful woman who had just finished broadcasting the news of the day came again from the radio.

The girl spoke in a straight voice before, and she should have received professional training.

But it's useless to have professional training now, she laughed as she talked, with a faint smile in her voice.

Those who care can still hear it.

"Now is the broadcast time of the "Music Knowing the Season" column of the Sound of Moisturizing Radio Station."

"The song we brought today was ordered by Fu Zhun from Class 17 ([-]), and dedicated to his dear deskmate Cen Xiao."

Cen Xiao: "..."

He's already getting embarrassed.

Glancing at Fu Zhun beside him, Cen Xiao pursed his lips and ran away without looking back.

I wanted to run back to the classroom before I lost my face.

It's a pity that just after he entered the teaching building, the sweet female voice came again.

Originally a professional broadcasting voice, suddenly there were unprofessional situations such as holding back laughter and stuttering.

Cen Xiao's face froze, and he listened to the broadcast above his head and publicly said of the execution——

"Track: Calabash Baby."

"singer……"

"Uh, 5-year-old Cen Xiao."

Cen Xiao: "..."

……

According to the classmates of the second grade (17) class...

During lunch break, Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun suddenly went to the empty classroom next door.

Then the curtain was drawn, and no one knew what was going on inside.

Everyone could only hear the violent collision between the tables and chairs, guessing that the scene should be very tragic.

The two stayed next door for a long time.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of the lunch break that the two of them came out disheveled.

Cen Xiao's ears turned red, and Fu Zhun's eyes were filled with resentment.

When he came out, Fu Zhun was arranging his clothes while muttering in a low voice: "You are obviously very cute. Didn't everyone say you were cute all the way just now?"

"Shut up." Cen Xiao's urge to beat Fu Zhun came up again.

Although he knows that someone like him who has been in the entertainment industry since he was a child will be exposed to the dark history of his childhood sooner or later.

But he didn't expect this day to come so soon.

And it was picked out by Fu Zhun.

Even Fu Zhun said crazily——

Really fucking cute.

I can't be the only one who is cute to death.

Everyone has to die with me.

Apparently the fan filter is eight meters thick.

Cen Xiao: "..."

Is this the power of male fans?Scared. Scared.

Those who didn't know thought it was black powder.

Recalling his immature voice and soft tone on the radio just now, Cen Xiao felt powerless for a while.

He closed his eyes and buried his head on the table, refusing to get up.

A look of exhaustion after a great battle.

Fu Zhun rubbed his sore back from the beating, and glanced at Cen Xiao.

Seeing that he didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, Fu Zhun whispered guiltyly: "Are you angry?"

"No." Cen Xiao buried his head on his stomach, weakly raised one hand and waved it, and said indifferently, "I just want to live on another planet."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"This is temporarily impossible." Fu Zhun moved to his side and said in a low voice, "You can think about something else, maybe I can help you realize it."

"You're right." Cen Xiao was finally willing to look up at Fu Zhun.

He lazily got up and looked up at Fu Zhun: "Then I want to change my school life."

"..."

"It's really not good, just change the class."

"..."

"Take a step back and change to another dormitory."

"..."

"Not yet? Can you change to another deskmate?"

"No."

Seeing that these few requests from Cen Xiao were tailor-made for him, Fu Zhun suddenly complained.

A look of wounded and devastated.

Seeing him feel pitiful, Cen Xiao snorted lightly and commented: "You are really beautiful."

If he doesn't like you, you've died ten times and eight times, you're so dead, okay?

Cen Xiao rolled his eyes in his heart and said.

It's a pity that Fu Zhun didn't know anything, and still thought that Cen Xiao was angry.

He rubbed his hair and didn't know how to coax Cen Xiao, so he could only tell him in a low voice: "Actually, I have prepared other birthday presents in the studio, and I will bring them to you tonight."

"If you want something else..." Fu Zhun carefully observed Cen Xiao's face, "you can tell me."

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao leaned his head on the table and looked at him casually: "You can get me all?"

"What is reasonable and legal is generally fine." Fu Zhun boasted that his brain hole was bigger than Nuwa's hole in mending the sky, and he felt that Cen Xiao should not be able to reach this level.

So he replied very reassuringly: "You say, I can stand it."

Seeing that Fu Zhun was full of confidence, Cen Xiao snorted softly and said solemnly, "I want you to take the Tsinghua University exam."

Fu Zhun: "???"

"Are you taking the exam?"

"..."

"Aren't you embarrassing others?" Fu Zhun curled his lips when he heard him mentioning this matter again: "Let's change it to something practical."

However, Cen Xiao felt that this was very practical: "Aren't your grades pretty good? Can't you pass the exam?"

"But you don't take Qingmei." Fu Zhun blurted out without thinking.

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly froze.

The eyes of the two froze and stared at each other inexplicably for a few seconds.

As if it had been frozen, it couldn't be moved.

After an unknown amount of time, Cen Xiao slowly looked away.

He closed his eyes and pretended to be in deep thought: "Then I'll change one."

"En." Fu Zhun also closed his mouth, and replied in a low voice.

The surrounding air is still lingering with an inexplicable ambiguity.

After calming down, Cen Xiao said again: "I want to learn sculpture."

"What?" Fu Zhun's words were completely unexpected.

His brain was running fast, counting the days, and seriously replied: "It's probably too late to switch from acting to art now, and Auntie probably won't agree."

Hearing this, Cen Xiao let out a low "oh".

He just said it casually to embarrass Fu Zhun, but he didn't think it would come true.

After a pause, Cen Xiao changed his words again: "Then I want to travel around the world."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Brother," Fu Zhun lay down on the table with him, and said with a sleepy expression, "Aren't you embarrassing me?"

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing him deflated, Cen Xiao felt a lot better in an instant.

He said leisurely: "Isn't this the most realistic birthday wish?"

"Where can I go now?" Fu Zhun analyzed the feasibility with him solemnly: "After the winter vacation, there will be a small college entrance examination. This winter vacation must make up lessons. Let alone people going out to travel around the world, it is impossible for mosquitoes to go out."

"And I promised you." Fu Zhun stared straight at Cen Xiao, and said in a firm tone, "I'll go after the college entrance examination. I owe you first, okay?"

Hearing that he was inexplicably serious, Cen Xiao suddenly felt a little funny.

With a light cough to suppress his smile, he also put on a serious face: "Okay, write an IOU."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Seeing Cen Xiao's serious expression, Fu Zhun had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and took out a pen and paper to write him an IOU.

The kind that is signed and stamped.

Who gave gifts so aggrieved.

Giving away the head is not as aggrieved as he is.

Fu Zhun was silent, thinking that chasing people is really difficult.

He never chased anyone again.

"Since it can't be realized now," Cen Xiao brushed off Fu Zhun's black and white IOU, and said leisurely, "Then let's get something practical."

Fu Zhun wanted to say this a long time ago.

So now that Cen Xiao is willing to cooperate, he is also very happy to say: "That's right, we should talk about something practical."

"So what do you want?" Fu Zhun looked at him seriously, recalling that Cen Xiao seemed to have always felt sorry for the drone before, subconsciously said: "Drones?"

"No."

"The five-three set?"

"No."

"Then buy some mud to make sculptures for you?"

"No."

"Then what do you want?" Fu Zhun really couldn't guess what Cen Xiao was thinking.

He felt that Cen Xiao was too young, but his mind was too deep.

The things in his head are completely different from his.

Sighing, Fu Zhun recalled that it seemed that Cen Xiao beat him because of the song "Gourd Baby".

After thinking about it for a while, Fu Zhun bit his lip, and after making enough mental preparations, he said to Cen Xiao bravely, "Otherwise... I'll sing Gourd Baby for you too?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

It was the first time that he felt that Fu Zhun was in his favor.

Cen Xiao suddenly felt a sense of relief like an old father.

He put on an expression of "a child can be taught", and patted Fu Zhun on the shoulder, "Let's do something else."

"Anything else?" Fu Zhun really couldn't figure it out now.

He racked his brains and thought for a long time, but he didn't know what Cen Xiao wanted.

He rubbed his hair and looked at Cen Xiao resignedly: "Brother, let's be straightforward, what do you want?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Xiao, who was looking at him calmly, suddenly raised his eyebrows jokingly.

A strong sense of foreboding swept across in an instant, wrapping Fu Zhun tightly.

Fu Zhun felt as if he was going to die.

Sure enough, the next moment, he heard Cen Xiao say with a straight face——

"I want to see you in a dress."

Fu Zhun: "..."