Salted Toffee

Fu Cizhou was silent for a moment, then said coldly: "You are such a clever little ghost."

Zhu Yu went to embrace Fu Cizhou with a smile, and was led upstairs by him: "I think this is more believable."

"Forget it, I think she's given up." Fu Cizhou looked at the bruises under Zhu Yu's eyes, even so, he could still smile brightly.

For some reason, he raised his hand and pressed his thumb on it.

He didn't make much effort, and clasped Zhu Yu's left ear with his palm, but he jumped up directly.

"What are you doing!" Zhu Yu took a few steps to the side and covered his face, "It doesn't hurt!"

"Oh," Fu Cizhou put his hand away, and said lightly, "I thought you didn't know it hurts."

Zhu Yudang Fu Cizhou is mentally ill, so why should he go back to the classroom?

The test papers that had just been handed out were lying on the table. Several sheets were stacked together, covering the entire table.

Zhu Yu sorted them out casually, folded them halfway up, and threw them all into the hole in the table.

"You don't write?" Fu Cizhou opened the stool and sat down.

"Ah..." Zhu Yu leaned against the back of the chair, stepped on the horizontal bar under the table and raised the front leg of the stool.

He shook, as if he had come to his senses, "Write!"

Fu Cizhou narrowed his eyes, turned his face and stared at Zhu Yu gloomyly.

Zhu Yu leaned back and looked at Fu Cizhou with his chin: "What?"

Fu Cizhou took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and organized the papers slowly: "Although I don't know your reason, but you are still preparing for the midterm exam?"

Zhu Yu moved his lips, as if he was thinking about what he wanted to say.

Fu Cizhou: "I just passed 120 in the Chinese language test. Are you playing shit again in composition?"

"123," Zhu Yu emphasized, "Shunzi."

The reason why Zhu Yu fell to the top ten in the grade this time is all thanks to the gift of Chinese.

According to his usual level, it is normal for Chinese scores to be around 145 points. This time, he directly dropped more than 20 points. He can keep this ranking thanks to Zhu Yu's almost perfect scores in other subjects.

"Return, return Shunzi?" Fu Cizhou coughed dryly, and lifted his foot to the edge of Zhu Yu's stool.

He couldn't help laughing, and when he raised his hand, he blurred the back of Zhu Yu's head: "Are you quite proud?"

Zhu Yu bowed his head and patted Fu Cizhou's hand away: "You don't understand."

"Have you reached the stage of rebellion? Feel that your unchanging life needs a little stimulation?"

Zhu Yu sighed and shook his head helplessly: "I fell asleep during the exam..."

When the test papers were handed out the next day, Fu Cizhou took Zhu Yu's paper and turned it over. The number of words on the back was pressed against the 800 line, and the sentences were confused and he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Really?" Fu Cizhou threw the paper back again.

"I'm not going to lie to you." Zhu Yu unfolded the paper to read it, lowering his eyes as if talking to himself, "Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself..."

Although he said so, he still concealed some details.

The young master beside him stretched his long legs, and twirled the pen between his fingers quickly.

Zhu Yu leaned on his chin and tilted his head to look at Fu Cizhou.

"Why?" Fu Cizhou stuck the exercise book on Yu's face.

Zhu Yu gave a "tsk", smiled and pressed Fu Cizhou's head: "Take it!"

The two got into a mess again as if they hadn't seen each other for hundreds of years.

Facts have proved that the exam is a low-level game for Xueba.

As long as he thinks about it, the ranking can be like riding a jumping machine, how to get down and how to get up.

For the second monthly exam, which was the midterm exam in the first semester of the second year of high school, Zhu Yu climbed back while pressing Fu Cizhou.

Fu Cizhou folded his arms and looked at the rankings on the bulletin board, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were uncertain.

"It happened for a reason," Zhu Yu stood beside him, tilted his body, and bumped Fu Cizhou with his crotch, "Next week it's our grade's turn to raise the flag, and Lao Chen asked me to speak on stage."

Fu Cizhou glanced at him, and also slammed back: "What is the direct or indirect connection between this and your exam?"

Zhu Yu: "It's best to be the first in the grade to speak, and Lao Chen said that he doesn't trust you."

Fu Cizhou: "...Damn."

Fu Cizhou was smart since he was a child, and he knew everything as soon as he learned it.

As the only son of several generations of the old Fu family, Zhong Yan is very concerned about the future development of her son, and started all kinds of advanced learning and interest cultivation when Fu Cizhou couldn't speak a word.

According to the routine, Fu Cizhou should have lamented that his childhood was not free and his happiness was robbed, but this person is not a person who followed the routine.

He is willing to learn and can learn well, probably when he really learns something into his mind, he will find another kind of happiness from it.

So even if Fu Cizhou is now acting as if he is ignorant and incompetent, he can't help him to lay a good foundation. Some things can be understood after just looking at them.

I wish you the same.

He was tortured by his parents together with Fu Cizhou since he was a child. Even though his extracurricular hobbies are not so rich, his grades in class are still outstanding.

But the two of them got together in high school, as if they had cheated.

They go to class all day and don't do business, but their test scores are still among the best. The teachers are too embarrassed to use the two of them as positive teaching materials. After all, the starting point between people is very different.

Although the two of them were a bit tough, but fortunately they didn't look crooked. Compared with Fu Cizhou's rebelliousness, Zhu Yu was obviously much more well-behaved.

In addition, in the first year of senior high school, Zhu Yu, the class monitor, beat Lao Chen for a year, so Lao Chen naturally favored him more.

In Lao Chen's opinion, it was an honor to give a speech on stage. Zhu Yu went to speak once, read it like a script, and left the stage amidst the sparse applause of the students below.

To be honest, he didn't really want to go, because if he did, he would have to memorize the manuscript again.

The day before the speech, Zhu Yu put together a speech on Baidu and Sogou.

Fu Cizhou had nothing to do and took it to look at it. As soon as he got up, he couldn't help laughing: "Full of longing and hope, the new semester..."

Zhu Yu Bai glanced at him and took the manuscript back.

"It's been more than a month since school started, and it's a new semester?" Fu Cizhou leaned back and put his right arm on the back of Zhu Yu's chair.

Zhu Yu thought about it, so he crossed out the new semester.

His handwriting is beautiful and neat, and he can imitate other people's handwriting when necessary. Fu Cizhou pointed his finger on Zhu Yu's back, feeling a little envious in his heart.

"What's changed?" He put his arms around Zhu Yu's back and leaned over to see, "New Week? Don't you think it's a mouthful?"

Zhu Yu didn't even think about writing the manuscript, so he blurted out and asked, "Then how do I change it?"

Fu Cizhou put his chin on Zhu Yu's shoulder: "Is it a new day?"

Zhu Yu crossed out the new week and changed it to a new day.

Fu Cizhou suddenly started laughing, as if his head was in vibration mode on Zhu Yu's shoulder.

Zhu Yu shook his shoulders: "What are you laughing at?"

Fu Cizhou asked lazily: "With your attitude, Lao Chen still thinks you are reliable?"

"I do a good job on the surface," Zhu Yu said without hiding it, and said it confidently, "It can be regarded as a skill."

At this time, the class bell rang, and the disciplinary committee stood up to maintain pre-class discipline.

Fu Cizhou sat up straight and stretched his waist: "Take some face."

He was too close to Zhu Yu just now, and he could always smell a vague milky smell.

Maybe it's because of the white rabbit milk candy, although I didn't taste it in my mouth, it always felt sweet.

Fu Cizhou's gaze swept across Zhu Yu's neck, including the earlobe and chin.

Zhu Yu is a bit too white, even whiter than most of the girls in the class, his skin is smooth and hairless, his throat is very flat, he didn't see where his Adam's apple is for a long time, his mouth is also pale, Fu Cizhou began to doubt He doesn't grow a beard.

Feeling the hot eyes of his deskmate, Zhu Yu glanced at him: "Why are you looking at me?"

Fu Cizhou leaned on the table with his arms, put his two fingers against his temples, tilted his head and asked, "Why don't you have an Adam's apple?"

Zhu Yu frowned after hearing this, and raised his hand to touch his throat: "Donate your eyes to those who need them."

"Did you touch it?" Fu Cizhou became interested and touched it with his hand.

Zhu Yu felt itchy, so he opened Fu Cizhou's hand when he touched it.

The skin is smooth and autumnal, with a little warmth.

The teacher walked into the classroom, and the whole class stood up and bowed.

Zhu Yu's eyes were still fixed on the speech, but he shouted "Hello, teacher" honestly.

"It's really small." Fu Cizhou said with a smile when he sat down.

Zhu Yu poked him with a pen: "Get out."

Zhu Yu began to recite his speech silently with his eyes closed. Fu Cizhou felt bored after listening to the class for a while, so he put his head on Zhu Yu's shoulder again.

Zhu Yu couldn't help him this time, and dodged as soon as he hid back.

Fu Cizhou lowered his upper body and rubbed his face against Zhu Yu's forearm. He rubbed his nose and felt that his previous feeling was correct.

"Did you eat candy?"

Zhu Yu thought that Fu Cizhou wanted to eat, so he threw a piece of white rabbit out of the table hole for him.

Fu Cizhou made the wrong mistake, peeled off one and threw it in his mouth: "Sent by Chu Yao?"

"I bought it myself." Zhu Yu said.

"Then what did she give it?" Fu Cizhou asked.

Zhu Yu: "Give it back to her."

Fu Cizhou said "Oh": "You're pretty cool."

He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with a specific adjective for "that what".

Just when Fu Cizhou was thinking hard and wanted to ask for one, he smelled the smell of spicy noodles.

The long legs stretched under the table kicked forward, and Fu Cizhou suppressed his voice: "Old Wang, you are eating this stuff again."

"It will be finished in a few minutes," Wang Ying muttered, chewing on the spicy strips, "You open the window."

Unlike most high school students, Fu Cizhou doesn't like spicy strips.

He couldn't even smell the spicy strips, and he always felt that there was an unpleasant smell of low-quality plastic chili water in it.

But Zhu Yu was just the opposite. He exaggeratedly sniffed and stretched his thin white arms forward: "Give me one."

Wang Ying turned around to share the spicy strips. Fu Cizhou opened the window and fanned himself in front of him.

"It's a pity for you," Zhu Yu babbled after eating one, and grabbed the second one from Wang Ying, "I can't understand the deliciousness of spicy sticks."

"Fart is delicious," Fu Cizhou curled his lips, "My mother will kill me if I eat these."

Zhu Yuchong gave Fu Cizhou a thumbs-up: "As expected of the young master."

Fu Cizhou thought of Zhu Yu's note on his mobile phone, and then looked at the fingertips of the other party's right hand, which was covered with chili red oil.

He took out a piece of paper and was about to throw it to Zhu Yu when the teacher ordered Zhu Yu to stand up and answer the question.

"I'll go..." Zhu Yu muttered, and hurriedly stood up, "Which question is which question?"

"Question 36 on page [-]..."

Among the four people in the corner, Xu Chen, who was the only one attending the class, located the topic.

Zhu Yu flipped through the exercise book quickly with his left hand, while the fingers of his right hand were still stained with chili oil, and he was about to wipe it on the table.

It was just stopped by Fu Cizhou halfway.

He held Zhu Yu's finger, frowned, and wiped off the hot pepper with a paper extremely rudely and impatiently.