Salted Toffee

Having learned the lesson from last time, Zhu Yu is going to carry Huoxiang Zhengqi spray with him until the temperature drops to [-] degrees.

By the way, I added a few small candies, which are paper-wrapped white rabbit toffee.

This one doesn't need to tear off the candy paper, that is, Zhu Yu walked to school under the sun in the afternoon, and the candy almost melted his pants pocket.

It's mid-September and the weather is still hot.

And the classroom was as noisy as ever.

Zhu Yu was chewing toffee, and as soon as he entered the classroom through the back door, he could see Fu Cizhou lying on the table like a bastard, not knowing what to write.

The boy had long hands and long legs, as if he was imprisoned between the tables and chairs, stretching his long legs desperately, almost stepping on the bench beam of the classmate at the front desk.

"It smells like milk." Fu Cizhou didn't raise his head, and he didn't know who he was talking to in a muffled voice.

Zhu Yu threw the half-soft white rabbit in his pocket in front of him: "What are you writing?"

Fu Cizhou flicked Zhu Yu's candy with the other end of the water pen, and said with distaste, "Don't you bring the candy in your mouth?"

"No way," Zhu Yu took the extra set of papers on his desk, "I'm covering my heart."

"Damn," Fu Cizhou sat up straight in disgust, and picked the candy back with a water pen, "Can you stop disgusting me?"

Seeing that Fu Cizhou didn't want to eat, Zhu Yu simply peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it in his mouth.

He picked up the paper on the table and kicked the table in front of him: "Hey, Lao Wang, what is this?"

Wang Ying glanced back: "What? Why didn't I?"

"Olympiad papers that Lao Chen is looking for," Fu Cizhou turned over the papers, "Don't ask, we have it."

Wang Ying uttered the word "oh" in the sound of the [-]th bend of the mountain road: "Couple package?"

Fu Cizhou was taken aback, and before he had time to speak, Zhu Yu raised the test paper to the front: "Here, the boyfriend is here for you."

Fu Cizhou: "?"

Wang Ying said "Hey" and quickly turned around: "I don't want it."

He looked disgusted, as if this paper was Fu Cizhou, and he would not respond to it.

Fu Cizhou was inexplicably annoyed by the output of these two people: "I'll put you two in the trash can, believe it or not?"

Zhu Yu tilted his head, it was rare that he was not poor with him, he stepped back from the bench, stood up and left the classroom.

Fu Cizhou was angry, but he couldn't chase after him and scold him like a primary school student, so he had to hold his own and explode like a puffer fish.

Zhu Yu went to Lao Chen's office and put the paper on the table: "Teacher, I am not going to participate in this competition."

His attitude and expression are different in front of different people.

He has a hippie smile on his classmates, but he is a little more serious when he treats the teacher.

"What's the matter?" Lao Chen frowned, "Didn't your performance in the last competition be quite good?"

Zhu Yu won the gold medal last time, which is more than just "very good".

Although Lao Chen was counting on this little ancestor to earn him an extra bonus, it was more for the other party's future plans.

Participating in the competition can not only enrich your resume, but also may have a greater advantage in various examinations in the future.

Zhu Yu has that ability, as long as he participates, he can win the prize, but why should he give up now.

"I don't want to participate." Zhu Yu lowered his eyelashes and spoke dully.

From the teacher's point of view, Zhu Yu has always been optimistic and lively, and it is rare to see him look so disappointed.

Lao Chen sensed that Zhu Yu was in the wrong mood, so he patted him on the shoulder, but didn't say anything after all.

But after a while, Zhu Yu returned the same way, but this time he was empty-handed, and the package disappeared.

"Where's the paper?" Fu Cizhou couldn't wait for Zhu Yu to sit down, and asked him with his head raised.

"It's Lao Chen." Zhu Yu sat back in his seat, ready to sleep in a comfortable position.

"Aren't you going to participate in this year's Olympiad?" Fu Cizhou asked.

Zhu Yu shook his head and continued to sleep on him.

"Why?"

"Do not want to."

In the first year of high school last year, a dozen of them were registered in the class, and in the end, I wished Yu and Fu Cizhou to enter the final.

The two of them won the gold and silver medals respectively, giving Lao Chen a lot of face.

Fu Cizhou still wanted to take this opportunity to avenge his shame, but Zhu Yu just quit.

This familiar plot makes one's hair numb, Fu Cizhou wanted to slap Zhu Yu in the face.

"What's wrong with you?" He poked Zhu Yu's arm a little worriedly, "Sister Lin, are you dizzy again?"

Zhu Yu pulled his face out of his arm, and looked at Fu Cizhou listlessly: "Yes, brother rubbed it?"

Wang Ying was moved when he heard the sound, and immediately turned around: "Wow~"

The corner of Fu Cizhou's mouth twitched, and he distanced himself from Zhu Yu in an instant: "Get lost!"

The Olympiad papers are very difficult, and Fu Cizhou only managed to calculate one after writing it all afternoon.

On the other hand, Zhu Yu seemed to be full of sleep, and was about to go out for dinner after a dozen yawns.

They finish class at 06:30 in the afternoon, and have to come back at 07:30 for evening self-study before leaving at ten o'clock.

Except for a small number of students in the class who live away from school, they will go home, and the rest will choose to eat something near the school.

Zhu Yu and Fu Cizhou were the exceptions, they just didn't want to go back, they lived close to each other and ate at school.

"Will you go?" Zhu Yu patted Fu Cizhou on the back.

Fu Cizhou was in high spirits: "No."

Zhu Yu didn't wait for him, and went to have dinner with others.

Fu Cizhou frowned: "You wait for me."

But when he looked up again, Zhu Yu was gone.

He folded the test paper and threw it into the table hole as if venting his anger.

Looking at Zhu Yu's brand new book on the table again, he flipped through it resolutely, without writing anything except his name.

Zhu Yu's handwriting is very grand, all the strokes are stretched out, and there is a shadow of a thin golden body.

It's really different from his lazy personality.

"Fu Cizhou?" Lao Chen's voice came from the front door of the class.

When Fu Cizhou heard the voice calling his name, he reflexively tensed up: "Huh?"

"Why don't you go to eat?" Old Chen asked.

Fu Cizhou let out a "huh" and closed the pen cap: "Let's go eat now."

"I just wanted to talk to you about something," Lao Chen was waiting for him at the front door, "We were talking as we walked."

Lao Chen is a teacher who has no airs, and he gets close to the students and can chat well.

Fu Cizhou ate a multigrain burrito today, and it was his guest.

"Has something happened to Zhu Yu recently? I see him absent-minded all day long, and I don't want to study anymore."

Old Chen frowned, and shook his head as he spoke, as if he was hopeless.

Fu Cizhou swallowed the pancake, thinking that it really wasn't his illusion, and finally someone found that Zhu Yu was a little different like him.

"I think you have the best relationship in the class. If there is anything he needs, please help him."

Fu Cizhou was suddenly labeled as "the best relationship between the class and Zhu Yu", and he still felt a little bit like this in his heart.

However, in the next second, he was depressed again. Even if the relationship is the best, how would he know about Zhu Yu.

What a fake brotherhood.

Fu Cizhou took a hard bite of the pancake.

"I see." He looked up at the rows of bright windows in the teaching building, "I'll ask him."

Fu Cizhou took a job for himself inexplicably, and he was absent-minded all night.

And Zhu Yu next door seemed to be even more out of shape than him. He put his head on the table and rolled it over like pancakes, but he couldn't stop.

"You have fleas in your head?" Fu Cizhou suppressed his voice, and raised his hand to hold Zhu Yu's hair.

Zhu Yu tilted his head, his bangs covered a large part of his cheeks: "My ears hurt from you pressing."

Fu Cizhou let go of his hand, not forgetting the task that Lao Chen gave him: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Yu rolled his head on the table again: "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter with you recently?" Fu Cizhou repeated.

Zhu Yu thought for a while: "Is it obvious that I am abnormal?"

Fu Cizhou raised his eyebrows: "Are you really abnormal?"

Zhu Yu paused for a few seconds without responding, and finally stood up and stayed away from the problem-maker around him.

Fu Cizhou thought he was going out to use the toilet or wash his face, but the man never came back, and he didn't come back after more than an hour.

Lao Chen had a meeting today, and no one was watching in the evening self-study in the class, at least one-third of the people did not come.

Logically speaking, no one would care about Zhu Yu who seemed to fall into the toilet halfway.

But today Lao Chen asked Fu Cizhou to look at Zhu Yu, Fu Cizhou was very concerned.

He patiently finished the second set of Mathematical Olympiad test papers, and finally couldn't help but set off to go to the men's room at nine o'clock.

Sure enough, no one.

Fu Cizhou took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone and called the other party.

Unexpectedly, the busy tone only rang once before being connected.

Zhu Yu's voice was hoarse, with the laziness in his daily words: "What are you doing?"

"Where did you go?" Fu Cizhou stood by the window of the toilet and looked out.

"What?" Zhu Yu seemed to have exerted all his strength suddenly, and panted slightly, "Is Lao Chen here?"

It seemed to be doing some exercise, making a strenuous sound.

"Lao Chen didn't come, Lao Fu is coming," Fu Cizhou turned around and left the toilet, and walked to the playground, "Are you at the horizontal bar?"

Fu Cizhou's guess was accurate. When he arrived, Zhu Yuzheng was hanging upside down on the shoulder-high pole.

"Put a talisman on your face and you can debut right away." Fu Cizhou threw a bottle of Coke in Zhu Yu's face.

Zhu Yu caught the drink with both hands, and jumped off the horizontal bar: "If my hands weren't so good, my nose would be bleeding by now."

With a "hiss", Fu Cizhou unscrewed the bottle cap: "Do you want Dad to unscrew the bottle cap for you?"

Zhu Yu took the Coke and walked to the nearby bicycle exercise machine and sat down: "Dad, will you feed me after twisting the bottle cap?"

Fu Cizhou almost choked himself to death with a sip of Coke: "How can there be such a disgusting person like you?"

"There are so many wonders in the world," Zhu Yu unscrewed the Coke and comforted him calmly, "See more of the world, young man."

Early autumn is hotter than early summer, and even though it is night, the temperature has not dropped much.

There were still sporadic cicadas on the tree screaming "吱——吱——" and the huge lights in the distance shone a weak blue and white cold light. Gently fan the hand aside.

"There are no cicadas crowing now, right?" Fu Cizhou put his arm on the horizontal bar and poured a mouthful of Coke with his head raised.

"It's already autumn," Zhu Yu held his chin, looked up at the stars with a smile, "the cicada has died long ago."

When the word death is placed on a quiet night, there is a bit of inescapable heaviness.

Fu Cizhou twisted the lid of the Coke, and shook the bottle towards Zhu Yu: "Actually, if you listen carefully, there is still a cicada."

"Is there?" Zhu Yu asked intentionally, "Why can't I hear you?"

"Got it~" Fu Cizhou sang like a cicada, "Squeak~"