Salted Toffee

The next morning, Zhu Yu went to school with a shark doll in his arms.

Because it rained some time ago, the football field in the plastic track still contains water.

It's just that the sun was good yesterday, and I was exposed to the sun all day, but today I can sit down.

Zhu Yu passed by from the outside, raised his chin and looked inside, the shed at the rest point of the first class had been propped up, and there were people coming and going on the playground, and Fu Cizhou could not be seen.

I didn't intend to find anyone, just... Just take a look.

Zhu Yu went to the classroom first, ready to put the little shark back into the table hole, and then went to the playground to prepare for his shuttlecock kicking competition this morning.

However, what he didn't expect was that the person he wanted to see in the playground just now was sitting in the back row of the classroom.

"Yo, master." Zhu Yu pretended to be calm and greeted the other party.

Fu Cizhou was playing games with his front legs up on the bench, and he looked up when he heard movement at the back door of the classroom.

"Yo," he temporarily put down his phone, watched Zhu Yu hug the little shark around behind him, and then sat beside him, "Are you awake?"

This is not the whole story, the word "wine" is missing in front.

It should be, sober?

Thinking of the inexplicable touch last night, Zhu Yu stuffed the little shark into the table hole, and the tips of his ears felt a little hot.

"You're really good, playing games here early in the morning." Zhu Yu leaned over to look at Fu Cizhou's mobile phone, his eyes swept over the back of his hand, and a dark brown scab formed on the wound.

"Isn't this waiting for you?" Fu Cizhou didn't idle his fingers, and his mouth seemed to say casually, bragging and farting as usual.

Zhu Yu remembered the phrase "see you tomorrow" that he had heard vaguely last night, and couldn't help adjusting his sitting posture.

But still uncomfortable.

It's over, his skin is not as thick as Fu Cizhou's, and in the future, when the two fight each other, he will not be able to fight each other.

No, he has to win a round.

"Why are you waiting for me?" Zhu Yu rested his chin on one hand, looked at the phone and said casually, "Touch my face?"

Fu Cizhou's thumb swiped far away on the phone screen, and he couldn't help but looked up at Zhu Yu.

He didn't speak, but it seemed that everything was in silence.

The hero he controlled stopped in place and was killed by the enemy with a stick.

Fu Cizhou put down his mobile phone, his lips parted slightly, and he threw two words to Zhu Yu.

"Fuck off."

Zhu Yu stood up without saying anything, and left the classroom with his shuttlecock.

Fu Cizhou sat in his seat depressed for a long time, until his teammates turned on the mic and began to complain, then picked up the phone again and continued the next game.

What did Zhu Yu just say?

What is "touching his face"?

Could it be that this person pretended to be asleep last night?

Fu Cizhou caught his breath in his throat and almost suffocated him to death.

After thinking about it after being excited, he felt that he might have thought too much.

Doesn't Zhu Yu just like to disgust him?

Didn't you just say you like and love in the past?

It's an old trick, and I can still think so much.

Fu Cizhou poked his phone, and he didn't get angry.

He came here early today to wait for Zhu Yu, but the man came and stuffed a doll and left.

It blows here like a gust of wind, and after the blowing is over, I will tease him.

Why is he being teased all day long?He has to be proactive.

Pushing it to the high ground and ending the game, Fu Cizhou put away his phone and went to the playground.

At 09:30, the squad leader began to count the number of people.

Xu Lei took a roster and went to the playground like a little tadpole looking for his mother. He caught an acquaintance and asked who came and who came.

As soon as Zhu Yu arrived at the playground, Xu Lei caught him straight.

"Zhu Yu, have you seen Fu Cizhou?"

Hearing this name, Zhu Yu's heart skipped a beat: "He's in the classroom."

"Oh yes, yes," Xu Lei seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and drew a stroke on the roll with a pen, "I forgot, he's already here."

It's fine to come, it's still "early".

Fu Cizhou has been on the spot all year round, and it seems that he has nothing to do with the word "early".

"How early?" Zhu Yu became curious.

"Seven o'clock," Xu Lei thought for a while, "He moved the desk in our class."

At seven o'clock, Fu Cizhou couldn't come so early for normal class.

Roll call at 09:30 in today's sports meeting, did he come here more than two hours in advance to catch ghosts?

"What are you doing?" Zhu Yu's shoulder was suddenly lifted, and Fu Cizhou's voice came from behind him.

"Huh?" Zhu Yu turned his head to look at the person behind him, and the tip of his nose directly hit the other person's chin.

The soreness crawled all the way down the nasal cavity to the eye sockets, Zhu Yu's eyes closed suddenly, and before he could react, the corners of his eyes were wiped by Fu Cizhou first.

"Fuck, I can't even watch you cry." Fu Cizhou seemed to be deeply hurt by it, and his words were full of helplessness and unbearable.

"Who is crying?" Zhu Yu covered his nose, "You hit my nose."

Fu Cizhou touched his chin: "Is it my fault?"

"Otherwise?" Zhu Yu asked.

If Fu Cizhou hadn't stood behind him and suddenly stretched his head to look at the roster in Xu Lei's hand, he wouldn't have collided with the opponent's chin.

Can't you just go to Xu Lei to see the form?He insisted on putting his arms around his shoulders, which was annoying to death.

Zhu Yu frowned, covered his nose and walked away.

Fu Cizhou stood where he was, looked at the roster in Xu Lei's hand, and said, "What did you tell him? Why is he suddenly in a bad mood?"

Xu Lei was innocent enough to die: "I didn't say anything, I just asked him if he saw you."

"Ah?" Fu Cizhou felt uncomfortable for a moment, "Is he not happy when I mention me?"

Xu Lei felt uncomfortable after hearing this: "He was very happy at that time, but he was not happy after seeing you."

Fu Cizhou couldn't figure it out even more: "I didn't provoke him again today."

Xu Lei couldn't understand what the two big shots were playing: "I...I'm leaving..."

Saying goodbye to the humble class leader, Fu Cizhou went to the rest point of the class and saw Zhu Yuzheng and Xu Chen kicking shuttlecock together.

He didn't step forward this time, just picked up a bench and watched from the side.

"I always feel like kicking a shuttlecock, damsel," Zhu Yu gasped as he kicked, "But, if I really want to kick it, I'm still quite tired!"

His last kick went far, and the shuttlecock fluctuated in the air and landed on the ground.

Zhu Yu went to pick up the shuttlecock and saw Fu Cizhou sitting not far away.

"Where are you sitting?" Zhu Yu shouted at him, "That's the stool from Class Three."

Fu Cizhou glanced at the seat under his buttocks, and stood up slowly.

The third class, he went through the words in his mind, and then remembered that there was Chu Yao in the third class.

Whatever he wanted, Fu Cizhou turned around and saw Chu Yao right behind him.

"You sit and you sit." Chu Yao said quickly, "Our class has a lot of stools, so it doesn't matter."

The little girl wore a ponytail today, and she was wearing a peach pink sportswear. It should be a competition event, and she was full of youthful atmosphere.

Originally a good girl, she insisted on liking Zhu Yu.

When Fu Cizhou thought of this, he couldn't think of Chu Yao well.

"It's okay, there are quite a lot of benches in our class." Zhu Yu walked to Fu Cizhou's side and carried the bench back. "Do you have any competitions today?"

"Yes," Chu Yao said with some embarrassment, "Women's 100 meters."

"Then go for it." Zhu Yu smiled.

Chu Yao wrapped her fingers around her sleeves and nodded heavily: "Yes!"

Fu Cizhou watched the two of them come and go, feeling aggrieved and aggrieved.

Gentle boy, cute girl, Zhu Yu and Chu Yao stand together, how can it be so pleasing to the eye.

Like a young couple who has a teacher's puppy love behind their backs, they almost pierce the window paper.

"Damn," he watched Zhu Yu walk in front of him, and couldn't hold back his hand, "What do you mean? Do you regret it? Want to chase him back?"

Zhu Yu looked at Fu Cizhou, his eyes were almost rounded: "Stop talking nonsense, people will not be able to explain clearly."

"Are you two afraid of being told by others like that just now?" Fu Cizhou's facial features were almost twisted together.

"What happened to us just now?" Zhu Yu couldn't understand, "I just moved a bench over there!"

"Why do you move a bench for her?" Fu Cizhou asked.

"Isn't that why you were sitting wrong?" Zhu Yu asked.

Fu Cizhou immediately said: "I don't have long hands, so I want you to move it? You just want to talk to her?"

Zhu Yu glared at Fu Cizhou, holding back for a long time without letting out a fart: "I think you are sick."

After speaking, he turned his head and left, and went to prepare his own competition.

Fu Cizhou thought about it for a long time, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

It was already half an hour after Young Master Fu realized that Zhu Yu was actually helping him without being affected by his subjective emotions.

Jealousy degenerates one's brain, jealousy makes one's face beyond recognition.

Zhu Yu's match started at 10:30, and Fu Cizhou still had time, so he humbly apologized in the past.

"I didn't think too much about it," Fu Cizhou sat on the stool, stepped on the crossbar under the table, and watched Zhu Yu kick the shuttlecock with his chin resting on his back. "Just tell me clearly."

"I don't even want to talk to you." Zhu Yu sent Fu Cizhou such a sentence.

Fu Cizhou put his arm on the table: "Who do you want to talk to?"

Wang Ying on the side immediately came up: "Who is who?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhu Yu kicked Fu Cizhou's face with a shuttlecock.

Fu Cizhou grabbed the feathers on the shuttlecock and smashed it back again: "Zhu Xiaoyu, I didn't mess with you again today. Have you eaten explosives? You don't have a good look at me."

Zhu Yu caught the shuttlecock, watched Fu Cizhou slap the table and stood up, as if he was very angry, he turned his head and walked towards the teaching building.

"Old Fu!" Wang Ying wanted to stop him, but Fu Cizhou shook him off vigorously.

Zhu Yu looked at the back of the other party leaving, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"It's okay, I'll go and have a look." He held the shuttlecock in his hand and gave Wang Ying a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"You're going to compete right away," Wang Ying glanced at the phone, "It's ten past ten."

"I'll be back in a while," Zhu Yu ran towards Fu Cizhou, "I'll go directly to the competition venue."

Fu Cizhou didn't go far, or Zhu Yu chased him quickly, and they rushed together before they left the playground.

"Why are you angry?" Zhu Yu hooked Fu Cizhou's neck.

"I should ask you this." Fu Cizhou broke away from Zhu Yu.

"Who told you to talk nonsense," Zhu Yu said, "what if her brother comes to beat me again later?"

"Are you really bored with her?" Fu Cizhou turned his face away, "You still talk to her if you're bored."

"I can't even say a few words to her?" Zhu Yu frowned, "She's a very nice girl."

"You still like her?" Fu Cizhou asked.

"Why are you so mean?" Zhu Yu wished he could slap Fu Cizhou on the forehead twice, "She wants to compete, so why don't I encourage her?"

"Do you have to do this?" Fu Cizhou sternly said, "If you don't like her, don't encourage her. If you encourage her, she may feel that she still has hope, and maybe she likes you more?"

Zhu Yu was silent for a moment, let go of Fu Cizhou's arm, and said tentatively, "She doesn't like me that much, does she?"

"How do you know how much she likes you?"

"She hasn't spoken to me for a long time."

Zhu Yu did the math, the last time he spoke to Chu Yao was at the cross-dressing party held at the end of last semester.

At that time, his words were probably a little harsh, which caused the little girl to dare to talk to him until now.

"Whether you like it or not has nothing to do with whether you talk or not." Fu Cizhou whispered.

"It has a lot to do with it." Zhu Yu looked very understanding.

"If you really like me, shouldn't you want to talk to me every day?" He put a smile on his face again, and even raised his eyebrows at Fu Cizhou meanly, "You say so."