Salted Toffee

Young Master Fu started swearing again.

Although there are no new words, they are the ones with the most lethality.

"Why am I so casual, frivolous, and shameless?"

Zhu Yu felt quite wronged.

"You..." Fu Cizhou raised his hand and wanted to point at his nose and scold him, but he held back in the end, "Forget it."

They were all men, so they just...touched their faces.

If you react too much, you will appear stingy.

"I, Yu..." Wang Ying turned his head again, saw the two people who were at war, and temporarily forgot what he was going to ask, "Do you fight right after meeting?"

Zhu Yu clasped his fingers on the table: "I'm clearly asking for peace in a humble way."

"Humble fart," Fu Cizhou took Zhu Yu's smart elderly device and continued to look through the chat records, "You are not humble even if you are humble, and I will give you a broken sugar painting..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and no one heard the last few words except himself.

Turning to the top of the chat history, Zhu Yu finally didn't send him all the nonsense.

As Fu Cizhou thought, the child in that photo was indeed not Zhu Yu.

Fu Cizhou turned his face to the side, and saw that the morning light had coated his deskmate's hair with a layer of light gold.

The date in the lower right corner of the photo, as well as the photo taken in an educational institution more than ten years ago, gave Fu Cizhou a more or less vague idea.

But he couldn't be sure, couldn't be sure.

He couldn't even justify himself and come up with a complete logic chain.

There is no way to ask, and I dare not ask.

"Finished?" Zhu Yu blinked, "Are you still angry?"

"Sheng," Fu Cizhou returned the phone to him, "it's not that easy."

It was eight o'clock, and Lao Chen was late with a thermos.

Xu Lei yelled to take someone to carry the books, Zhu Yu stood up habitually, and then sat back down.

"Why?" Fu Cizhou raised his eyes, "Want to move the book?"

Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School has no rules for distributing textbooks. In the first year of high school, they distributed a bunch of compulsory courses, and then it was like mobilizing the atmosphere of the new semester. Before the school started, they distributed a few useless electives.

It takes only a few people to move the books, and it is basically the squad leader who goes over to help.

Zhu Yu remembered that in the first year of high school, everyone was not very familiar with each other. He went to move several times by himself before moving all the books back to the classroom.

"No," Zhu Yu lay down on the table, "I don't have many books to carry."

The weather in March has started to get warmer, so Zhu Yu took off his long coat and put on his coat.

Although the sweater inside was folded with a sweater, which made the originally thin boy fat, but Fu Cizhou still felt that it was not good.

"Aren't you cold in this?" Fu Cizhou asked.

"It's okay," Zhu Yu took out a cup from the hole in the table, "Get some hot water for a drink later."

After fiddling with Zhu Yu's cell phone, Fu Cizhou started fiddling with his own again.

He first checked his transfer information and confirmed that Zhu Yu had indeed transferred him 600 yuan.

Why are you acting like a fool, believing everything you say?

Fu Cizhou transferred the money back again.

"Don't you want it?" Zhu Yu rubbed his arms on the table and arched over like a lump of mud, "I still have a little money in my hand."

"No," Fu Cizhou turned off his phone, "I lied to you."

Zhu Yu straightened up immediately: "Really?"

Fu Cizhou looked at him and felt like laughing: "It's not impossible for you to force it on me."

Zhu Yu pursed his lips, and the corners of his eyes and brows were still full of joy: "Forget it, I'd better save some money."

After Fu Cizhou found out that he ignored Zhu Yu for a month, Zhu Yu became extraordinarily obedient.

Not only do people not quarrel with him, but they shrink back and feel wronged when they do something, as if they are being bullied, and people really want to bully him when they see it.

So he raised his hand and pinched a small piece of skin on the back of the young boy's naked/exposed neck.

Zhu Yu was shocked, and pressed the back of his neck with his palm: "What are you doing?!"

"Squeeze," Fu Cizhou leaned on his chin with one hand, tilted his head and stared at him with interest, "You even lost a mobile phone of mine. The market price is [-] yuan, not a penny less."

Zhu Yu stared: "Don't cheat me, I checked, the phone is at most two thousand."

Fu Cizhou thought it was worth so much, but he denied it: "Where did you ask, the price is so low, my mobile phone has been used for a few months, and the battery performance is good, yes A half discount is considered cheap."

Zhu Yu's last cell phone still had buttons, but he changed it to a new one in the early thousand. The shabbyness made him ignorant, and he didn't know that Fu Cizhou was using a new product like a cell phone.

"If I knew it was so expensive, I wouldn't take it." Zhu Yu rubbed his heart, feeling the pain there, "Then I'll transfer the money to you..."

"No need." Fu Cizhou raised his hand and squeezed Zhu Yu's back neck again, "My mobile phone has been kept in Yuanzhou all the time. In fact, I don't use it at all. It's no different from losing it."

With the first time, the second time is easier to accept.

Zhu Yu raised his hand to touch the back of his neck again, but Fu Cizhou's hand was still there, and he only touched the back of his hand.

The new book was moved back to the classroom, and the group leaders of each group got together to get the book.

"Even if you don't use it, I lost it." Zhu Yu took the new textbook and flipped through a page, "The theory of probability."

Fu Cizhou didn't take his hand away, and his fingers even brushed Zhu Yu's skin with an inch: "Talking about money hurts feelings, you can compensate me for something else."

"Itchy," Zhu Yu moved his head and said very naturally, "Don't touch me."

Fu Cizhou paused with his fingers, but he didn't expect Zhu Yu to be able to say such words.

"Besides, don't you want to hurt your relationship if you don't talk about money?" Zhu Yu turned over another page of the textbook and continued, "I'm such an upright person, it's absolutely impossible for you to touch me and let it go."

Fu Cizhou twitched his mouth, turned from embarrassment into a slap, and slapped Zhu Yu on the back of the head: "They are all men, why are you touching?"

Zhu Yu was stunned for no reason, and he suffocated but didn't say: "Nonsense, you treat girls like this? How dare you?"

Still fucking use the aggressive method?

Fu Cizhou gritted his teeth, "Why don't I dare?", and after thinking about it, he still didn't say it.

No matter how old you are, you must be more mature.

"Why do I touch girls when I'm fine?" Fu Cizhou pretended to be calm, "I don't touch."

"Then why are you touching me when you have nothing to do?" Zhu Yu was also puzzled.

"It means you are more touchable than girls." Wang Ying turned around in time and added such a soulful summary.

"Actually, I really want to touch you too." Xu Chen turned around holding his homework, "After all, you don't have a single hair."

"Touch," Zhu Yu rolled up his sleeves very generously, and stretched his arms forward, "Would you like to satisfy you?"

Fu Cizhou looked at that porcelain-white arm, and his temples began to throb.

"Look at my hands." Wang Ying also rolled up his sleeves, "I have hair."

Xu Chen touched Wang Ying's, and then Zhu Yu's: "This is the difference of human beings."

Feeling insulted, Wang Ying quickly pulled down his sleeves and touched Zhu Yu's arms back and forth: "It's a bit slippery."

Fu Cizhou looked at the scene in front of him, and his temples swelled.

What should Wang do?Can you still come like this?

Was he just a fart like that?He also wants to touch his arm in such a simple and rude way.

"Where are you rubbing mud?" Zhu Yu opened Wang Ying's hand, "Get out."

After that, he pulled the sleeves back again, and stretched his fingers into the cuffs to pull the sweater inside.

Fu Cizhou frowned, he hadn't touched it yet.

"I'm just different," Wang Ying covered his mouth and smiled mischievously, "Old Fu, try it, it's very slippery."

Fu Cizhou gritted his molars and tried to make himself smile: "I don't need you to remind me."

"You can just figure it out yourself, and you're still talking nonsense?" Zhu Yu kicked Wang Ying's bench, "Have you finished copying your homework? Don't hold mine when you hand in your homework later!"

Fu Cizhou was upset at first, and even more upset after hearing Zhu Yu's words.

"Why is he talking nonsense everywhere? Didn't he just talk to me?" Fu Cizhou stepped on the edge of Zhu Yu's stool, put his elbow on his knee, "I didn't touch it, the two of them I touched it, shouldn't I touch it?"

Zhu Yu paused for two seconds, and suddenly felt that he would never get what Fu Cizhou wanted to express.

He tried to raise his arm: "Then give you a touch?"

Fu Cizhou glanced impatiently, but Zhu Yu rolled up his sleeves after waiting for a few seconds.

"Hand in homework."

A pile of homework hit Fu Cizhou's desk. He turned his head and looked over. His team leader Tang Yumeng finished his textbooks and started collecting homework for the winter vacation.

"I'm copying ahead." Zhu Yu pointed at Wang Ying with his chin.

"Mine too." Fu Cizhou pointed at Xu Chen.

"Oh." Tang Yumeng glanced at Zhu Yu meaningfully, then walked to Xu Chen's seat and waited for the two people in the front row to copy their homework.

"What look?" Zhu Yu felt terrified when he was looked at.

Fu Cizhou also felt a little uncomfortable and put his feet off the stool.

Zhu Yu rolled up his sleeves: "Do you still want to touch it?"

Tang Yumeng's eyes swept over again.

That gaze was like infrared rays. Although he looked at Zhu Yu, it made Fu Cizhou feel uncomfortable.

"Keep your voice down," Fu Cizhou put his arms on the table, feeling a little overwhelmed, "Don't touch."

"Then pull it down." Zhu Yu rolled up his sleeves again.

Fu Cizhou was full of irritability and couldn't vent his anger on a girl, so he leaned back and kicked Xu Chen's bench violently: "Have you fucking finished copying! Why are you waiting here!"

Tang Yumeng's eyes widened, but she didn't say a word. She looked at the young master who was dragged to death in the back row for two seconds, and walked away dejectedly.

"You scare people," Zhu Yu La pulled Fu Cizhou's clothes, "Girls don't speak so loudly here."

"I didn't talk to her again," Fu Cizhou spread his legs wide, and felt uncomfortable no matter what he thought, "I can talk as I like!"

Zhu Yu felt the strong emotions of the young master beside him, and reflected for a while that he didn't seem to have done anything to make him angry.

Then it can only be Wang Ying and Xu Chen.

"Xu Chen, copy my copy." Zhu Yu stood up and leaned over to read the two's homework. "Hurry up and hand in Fu Cizhou's."

"What do you pay?" Fu Cizhou pulled Zhu Yu back to sit on the stool, "Why don't you let others copy my homework?"

These words were pointed precisely, and all the anger was directed at Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu was stunned by Young Master Fu's anger: "Ah? It's me again?"

Why is Fu Cizhou angry ten times, but nine times at himself?

He has bowed his knees since he came to the classroom today. Compared with before, he almost knelt down and called Fu Cizhou's father.

Can this also step on Fu Cizhou's irritability?

Who did he provoke?

"I was wrong." Zhu Yu drooped his head. Although he didn't know where he was wrong, it was always right to admit his mistakes.

Fu Cizhou rubbed his arms through his clothes: "You're right, it's my fault."

Zhu Yu noticed this unnatural little movement, and hurriedly leaned forward like a dog's leg: "Master, your arm is itchy? Let me scratch it for you."

Fu Cizhou's expression froze on his face, and as soon as he raised his arm, he pushed Zhu Yu aside: "It's okay, Zhu Xiaoyu."

"I'm going to be angry for three days."