Salted Toffee

Fu Cizhou had just finished running 1000 meters, covered in sweat and wind, and hit Zhu Yu like a bullet.

Zhu Yu was still in the bewildered state of just waking up, how could he resist being thrown like this.

It's very hard to say, the moment Fu Cizhou touched the wire, he even had the slightest desire to escape.

What kind of monkey is this?

He can't hold it, can't hold it!

With a louder scream, Zhu Yu was thrown heavily on the ground by Fu Cizhou.

He only felt that he was strangled suddenly, like being hit by a car driven a hundred yards, and when he opened it again, he saw Fu Cizhou grinning in pain, and he didn't forget to give him a word of concern.

"Are you OK?"

Of course Zhu Yu was fine, except for a little bruise on his elbow, nothing happened.

On the other hand, Fu Cizhou, the opponent's two forearms and the back of a hand are almost out of reach.

"It's the first time I've seen someone who can fall with the back of his hand like this." The doctor in the school hospital gave Fu Cizhou a brief treatment, "If the momentum is too strong, aren't you afraid of breaking your wrist?"

"It's okay, I'm more...hard." Fu Cizhou let the doctor apply medicine to the wound, shook his arms and went out.

Zhu Yu was sitting on the bench in the corridor waiting for him, and stood up when Fu Cizhou came out.

"Ready?" He walked over and looked down at Fu Cizhou's hand.

Fu Cizhou raised his arm and said with a smile: "It's not a big deal."

The 17-year-old boy is rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and he seems to be able to recover in place no matter what injury he suffers.

But even though he said so, Zhu Yu still felt a little sorry when he saw Fu Cizhou's bloody wound on the protruding phalanx of the back of his right hand.

A normal fall would be nothing more than wiping the palm of your hand, or like your previous fall, if you are unlucky, rub your chin again.

Fu Cizhou's ability to rub the back of his hands so badly was nothing more than protecting the back of Zhu Yu's head when he fell.

He fell back on the ground, still dazed, if Fu Cizhou hadn't supported him with his palm, something might have happened to him.

"I bought some bruise spray," Zhu Yu lowered his head and lifted the plastic bag he was carrying, "The iodophor you bought for me last time is still in the table hole, and it can still be used."

"You're pretty good at living," Fu Cizhou pursed his lips and smiled, "I forgot."

Zhu Yu put down the plastic bag again, and watched as Fu Cizhou lowered his forearm and turned the side of the wound to his back, as if he didn't want to be looked at by him.

Zhu Yu simply stopped watching.

"Do you still have a project in the afternoon?" He turned around and walked side by side with Fu Cizhou in the corridor of the school hospital.

Fu Cizhou nodded: "After the semi-finals of the group stage, there will be a final later."

"You finished running in the afternoon?"

"Well, it's over."

Zhu Yu said "Oh", and looked down at the reflections of the two under the snow-white tiles: "Don't jump at people anymore."

"It was you who asked me to pounce first," Fu Cizhou spread his arms like Zhu Yu, "You are already like this, so if you don't pounce, don't you lose face?"

Before, Zhu Yu said that he didn't want to talk, and he just didn't want to talk to Fu Cizhou alone, so he successfully hit the young master.

He didn't even notify the other party of his match, in order to find a perfect consolation - Zhu Yu didn't come because Zhu Yu didn't know.

Even so, he still had a little hope.

What if Zhu Yu came?

But before the competition, when he heard from the students who rushed over that Zhu Yu was still sleeping in the classroom, he immediately lost all thoughts.

Forget it, it’s not impossible without him.

In Fu Cizhou's family, his mother cared about his studies, while his father cared about his health.

Fu Yanting usually doesn't stay at home very much, and when he comes back occasionally, Fu Cizhou's life is not so easy.

It ranges from getting up early at four o'clock to running long distances with heavy loads.

Fu Cizhou was once thrown by his own father to the outskirts where he couldn't even see a ghost, and he just crawled back to the road a few kilometers away by himself.

So this kind of sports meeting is abusive to him.

Originally, he ran the whole distance with interest, but unexpectedly saw Zhu Yu at the last turn.

Facts have proved that when people compete, the adrenaline will soar when the person they like is on the sidelines.

And the other party spread his arms towards you.

Fu Cizhou was almost not happy and flew up directly into the sky.

At that moment, go to hell with any game.

Fu Cizhou didn't bother to pay attention to the cheers of the crowd when crossing the line and the surprise eyes of the referee.

He doesn't want to be the first, he just wants to be hugged!

Zhu Yu recalled his actions half an hour ago, and couldn't help but feel his ears burning: "I just want to follow you, who knew you were so hard."

"Why are you picking me up?" Fu Cizhou bumped his shoulder, "You still pick me up with your thin body."

The two of them chatted one after another, and when they left the school hospital, they were squinted by the noon sun.

"The sun is out," Fu Cizhou looked up at the cloudless sky, "The weather is really nice."

Probably because of the rain a few days ago, the opening ceremony of the sports meeting this morning was not so sunny.

They only stayed in the school hospital for half an hour, and the weather turned from cloudy to sunny, just like Fu Cizhou's mood, which gradually became clearer.

"Zhu Xiaoyu," he raised his troubled arm and put it on Zhu Yu's shoulder tentatively, "Shall we go to the cafeteria for dinner?"

Only then did Zhu Yu remember that he was going home for dinner, and he stopped in fright: "It's over, I haven't told my dad yet."

I hurried back to the classroom, and there were two missed calls on my mobile phone.

10 minutes apart, all belonged to Zhu Qin.

"I'm going home." Zhu Yu stuffed the little shark into the table hole, turned his head and left the classroom.

"Call uncle now!" Fu Cizhou hurriedly followed Zhu Yu's footsteps, "You explain and take your classmates to the hospital."

Zhu Yu frowned: "It's okay, I'll be fine when I go home."

The two left the teaching building together, and Zhu Yu received the third call from Zhu Qin.

"Dad," Zhu Yu held the phone and seemed a little nervous when speaking, "I... my classmate was injured while running. I accompanied him to the school hospital, and I'm going back now."

"No big deal?" Zhu Qin asked.

"No," Zhu Yu lowered his head and glanced at Fu Cizhou's arm, "It's been... dealt with."

Fu Cizhou walked beside Zhu Yu, turning his face to observe the subtle changes in his expression.

And Zhu Yu also noticed Fu Cizhou's gaze, and deliberately avoided his gaze.

Fu Cizhou received the sign of rejection, and looked forward again.

Passing by the cafeteria, he pointed with his thumb, Zhu Yu nodded, and waved to Fu Cizhou, the two separated temporarily.

Back home, Zhu Qin didn't touch his chopsticks.

Zhu Yu hurriedly washed his hands and ate. Zhu Qin saw his elbow injury and asked casually, "Did you fall again while running?"

Zhu Yu paused the hand holding the bowl, then nodded.

Zhu Qin's chopsticks pressed the rice: "Don't run."

Zhu Yu wondered if he should explain that he wasn't running by himself, but when he was about to say it, Zhu Qin picked up a piece of rice and put it in his mouth.

If you can't eat, forget it.

After eating, it was already early 01:30, Zhu Yu finished cleaning up the dishes, and was rushing to school before squatting on the bed for a while.

As usual in class time, we have to gather at the playground to count the heads at two o'clock.

Also sports meeting, apart from not being in the classroom, what is the difference between attending a class.

Zhu Yu thought this way on the road, but when he arrived at the playground and saw a group of people playing games around the rest point, it was another idea.

There is still a little difference, at least if you really want to go to class, there is no game to play.

"I'll go, yes, brother, what a god!"

Zhu Yu found a gap to jump in, and first heard Wang Ying's series of exclamations.

"Who's flattering?" He tilted his head and glanced at the screen of his phone. It turned out that these people were holding their phones to form a team to start a gangster.

"Old Fu's shooter is really amazing," Wang Ying tapped the screen, "Just now, I flew a kite and hit four, so they all changed."

"If you weren't like a cash machine, would I still need to change it?" Fu Cizhou sat on the table, stretched his legs, and stepped on the edge of the stool, "I've never seen a team run faster than me of."

"I haven't seen Lao Wang's big since I started the team!" Other teammates also began to complain, "If you can kill your teammates, you might as well be a super soldier and support us."

"Is it such a dish?" Zhu Yu looked at Wang Ying.

Wang Ying curled his lips: "Actually, it's okay."

Then he went forward bravely and gave the head off in anger.

Fu Cizhou almost threw his phone on Wang Ying's face: "What are you reckless!"

"I'll go up and sell it!" He was quite reasonable.

"You're a fart!" Fu Cizhou kicked the stool, "Hide behind."

Zhu Yu looked at Fu Cizhou's furious appearance, and suddenly felt a little funny.

He first looked at Wang Ying for a while, and after Wang Ying died, he moved to Fu Cizhou to look at his mobile phone.

Zhu Yu played this game on someone else's mobile phone, but he never touched it again after being scolded.

He watched Fu Cizhou operate with his fingers, and he killed a person in a short while.

"Can you play?" Fu Cizhou still had time to talk to Zhu Yu in his spare time.

Zhu Yu was afraid that he would be scolded like Wang Ying, so he quickly shook his head.

"Don't the three good students have no entertainment?" Fu Cizhou leaned closer to Zhu Yu, "I'll teach you how to play."

"I don't want to play," Zhu Yu pushed Fu Cizhou's shoulders, "I think you can play."

A shed was set up at the rest point of the class, so that people would not be exposed to the sun, and it was cool enough.

Zhu Yu rested his chin on Fu Cizhou's shoulder, watching him manipulate the characters and finally won the game.

"It's amazing." He raised his head and sighed sincerely.

Fu Cizhou seems to be very good at everything except that he can't pass him in the exam.

And besides doing well in the exam, he was half-baked at everything, and had nothing to show for it.

Amidst Wang Ying's bluffing laughter, Fu Cizhou turned his face and said to Zhu Yu: "It's rare to hear you praise me."

Zhu Yu thought about it, and said seriously: "I have praised it before."

"Forget," Fu Cizhou raised his shoulders, "Praise me again."

Zhu Yu pressed his chin on his shoulder again: "No exaggeration."

"Old Fu, get ready." As an eager top scorer, Wang Ying has already quickly prepared to start the next move.

Fu Cizhou pressed the ready button, and flicked Zhu Yu's bangs with his mobile phone: "It's long and eye-catching."

"Hmm..." Zhu Yu was a little drowsy from the sun, and closed his eyes before the game started, "A little bit."

His skin is very good, so smooth that he doesn't even have a mole.

Fu Cizhou pointed at the screen with his finger, and his heart tickled when he nodded.

He raised his hand and pinched Zhu Yu's cheek lightly.

Soft and warm.

Zhu Yu frowned and opened his eyes: "Why?"

"There's a bug," Fu Cizhou rubbed his fingers, "It's okay, you continue to sleep."

Sleeping was directly picked up by the other party and said, Zhu Yu didn't put on an air of watching games anymore.

He tilted his head and put his ear on Fu Cizhou's neck.

He didn't sleep at noon and broke down in the afternoon. He really couldn't figure out where people like Fu Cizhou got so much energy.

The boy's broken hair scratched Fu Cizhou's chin. He moved his head, but the shoulders were still as stable as Mount Tai.

Zhu Yu sat beside him, with half of his body pressed against his back.

Sleep all day, like a piggy.

It used to lie on the table, then on the little shark, and now it has evolved, and directly on him.

The white hand was placed on the lap, the fingers were curled up, the palm was facing up, and it looked like it wanted to be grabbed by someone.

"Old Fu, what are you doing in the spring!" Wang Ying urged loudly, "It's starting."

"Keep your voice down," Fu Cizhou bumped into Wang Ying with his shoe, "I'm sleeping at the same table."