Salted Toffee

Fu Cizhou had a pancake with soy milk for breakfast, which cost me ten yuan.

The boss gave him 86 yuan, Zhu Yu grabbed six steel coins, and then looked at his pancake with only one egg, and suddenly felt a little miserable.

"Eat well," Fu Cizhou raised his elbow and pressed Zhu Yu's shoulder, and opened his mouth to bite off a third, "Look at you, you're short."

Zhu Qin is a doctor and usually pays attention to nutrition when cooking. Zhu Yu is 1.7 meters eight, which is not short compared to his peers.

But Fu Cizhou was purely accidental. He probably took hormones and developed prematurely. He was a head taller than Zhu Yu when he was in the Math Olympiad class in elementary school.

Although Zhu Yu is now working hard to catch up in the later stage, he still has not crossed the 1.8-meter threshold, and can only humbly accept Fu Cizhou's contempt from top to bottom-the kind of tiptoe.

"It costs me ten yuan to eat," Zhu Yu calculated carefully, "Bring me to dinner tonight."

"Please eat a ghost," Fu Cizhou twisted his arms and strangled Zhu Yu's neck, "Is it possible to finish copying the Road to Shu?"

He was eating pancakes, and his words smelled like sausages, Zhu Yu turned his face away in disgust: "Only eight times."

"I called you eight times yesterday, and now I say it eight times again?" Fu Cizhou obviously didn't believe it, "Who are you lying to?"

"I fell asleep after talking to you on the phone yesterday."

Zhu Yu lowered his head and was about to open the plastic bag containing the pancakes when he heard the school discipline committee at the school gate stop a student who was eating breakfast in front of him.

After thinking about it, he packed the pancakes firmly into the side pocket of his schoolbag.

Next to his ear, Fu Cizhou was still crackling: "I'll go, you'll be asleep by then? Do you know what time I didn't sleep until last night!"

Zhu Yu said "huh?" "What time?"

"This classmate," someone stopped Fu Cizhou before he could answer, "you can't eat in the school."

Fu Cizhou was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at Zhu Yu, and found that the other party was empty-handed and had nothing.

"Where are your pancakes?" Fu Cizhou asked.

"No?" Zhu Yu raised his hand and even patted the back of his hand, "I don't have breakfast."

Fu Cizhou: "?"

"You can enter," the disciplinary committee member said to Zhu Yu, and then to Fu Cizhou, "You can't."

"Goodbye brother." Zhu Yu put down Fu Cizhou's arm that was on his shoulder, and patted the back of his hand with great reluctance, "You have to eat quickly, the preparatory bell will ring in 2 minutes. "

Fu Cizhou squinted his eyes and saw Zhu Yuzang's smile in his eyes.

A small piece of plastic bag was exposed from the side pocket of the schoolbag, and he hooked his fingers to find the hidden pancakes in the bag: "Oh, what is this!"

As if he had discovered something serious, Fu Cizhou laughed so hard that his gums almost came out.

Zhu Yu immediately masked his pain, and raised his hand to grab it.

"Come back, you," Fu Cizhou hooked Zhu Yu's neck, and almost hugged him up, "If you are a brother, eat with me!"

The school gate is bustling with students, Fu Cizhou can be ashamed to make trouble here, but Zhu Yu doesn't want to be with this person.

He snatched the pancake from Fu Cizhou's hand and pushed him to the school gate. The two shoulders bumped into each other, scolding each other while eating.

"Are you a cow?" Zhu Yu asked casually.

Where is Fu Cizhou so strong? He is like a cow, and he can't escape even if he is strangled.

"I'm a tiger," Fu Cizhou said, "Aren't you the same as me?"

Zhu Yu chewed the pancakes, seemed to have suddenly calmed down, nodded and said, "Yes."

"What's the reaction?" Fu Cizhou finished eating the pancakes, bit the straw and sucked half a cup of soy milk in one breath, "I don't even know how old I am?"

Zhu Yu only had the last bite of the pancake, as if he was choking, he took the remaining half cup from Fu Cizhou's hand and drank it directly: "Seventeen."

"I didn't ask you again," Fu Cizhou was even more surprised, "I know Seventeen."

The two were chatting one after another when suddenly someone walked up to Zhu Yu and handed him two dark blue school badges.

Zhu Yu looked up and saw that it was Xiu Yao, the discipline committee member of Class [-] and Class [-] of their senior year.

Today it was the turn of the third class to stand guard at the gate of the school, and he probably saw him from a distance.

Chu Yao: "A leader is coming to check today, and you have to wear a school badge when you enter the school gate."

The girl was wearing the summer school uniform of Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School. Although the size was bulky and the style was simple, it could be seen that she was a beautiful girl from the half of her arms protruding from the sleeves and the well-proportioned calves under the shorts.

"Yes, I forgot," Zhu Yu took the school badge Chu Yao gave him, with a gentle smile on his face, "Thank you."

Old Chen seemed to have specifically emphasized last night that he and Fu Cizhou went in one ear and out the other, and forgot all about it the next day.

For Zhu Yu's thanks, Chu Yao whispered "You're welcome", glanced at Fu Cizhou by the way, and ran away with red ears.

"She glanced at me just now." Fu Cizhou put his arm around Zhu Yu's shoulder, circled around and pinched the school badge, "Is she secretly in love with me?"

Zhu Yu asked with a question mark: "Where did you see that?"

"Intuition," he narrowed his eyes and began to think, "you don't understand."

He didn't understand how a person could have such shameless confidence.

After Zhu Yu finished eating the pancakes, he threw Fu Cizhou's arm: "You should show some face."

The two entered the school without their school badges, stepped on the bell and sat on the bench.

Today's morning reading is a Chinese morning reading, and the school committee began to organize everyone to recite ancient poems after class.

Zhu Yu took out the Chinese language document and threw it on the table, half of the Shu Road Difficulty stuck in it popped out.

Fu Cizhou was quick, and pulled out the paper: "Fuck! You really copied it!"

"Who will lie to you," Zhu Yu took the paper back, "give it to me."

"You just copied it, and you copied it like a copybook?" Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu's standard font and had a headache. "Who will I criticize if I don't criticize Lao Chen?"

"Is it my fault that the handwriting looks good?" Zhu Yu gave a "tsk" sound, "You are jealous."

Fu Cizhou cursed and took out a broken notebook from his schoolbag, and Zhu Yu leaned over to read it, and found that there were two full pages of Bie Crawling's handwriting.

"It's so ugly..." He sighed sincerely.

Fu Cizhou's face darkened: "Did I let you see it?"

Zhu Yu tilted his body, and he moved to Fu Cizhou's side: "What was your homework yesterday? Let me copy it."

"Don't write it again?" Fu Cizhou shook the exercise book in front of Zhu Yu, "Called Dad to copy it for you."

"Dad, copy it for me." Zhu Yu didn't have any dignity.

Fu Cizhou felt that there was no meaning at all, so he slapped Zhu Yu on the face directly: "You haven't done your homework since the beginning of school."

"Isn't there you?" Zhu Yu began to copy unhurriedly, "Xueba is at the same table, if you don't copy nothing, don't copy."

Fu Cizhou, who has been ranked second all the year round, felt uncomfortable hearing these words, as if he was deliberately ridiculed: "You won't take the next monthly exam?"

"No way," Zhu Yu turned his pen around, "My dad has to educate me."

If you skip an exam once, you should be educated, so why not wait for the second time?

If it was Fu Cizhou, the skin was peeled off by his father and hung on the wall.

"Hey," Fu Cizhou hunched over the table, gossiping, "Why did you skip the exam last time? Just for fun?"

"Hmm..." Zhu Yu pursed his lips, with a look of inner world, "Scream dad to tell you."

Fu Cizhou: "..."

He was sorry to hear it.

There was quite a lot of homework left yesterday, and Zhu Yu copied it after a morning self-study.

Homework should be handed in after class, breakfast should be eaten, and everyone is busy doing their own things.

Zhu Yu wiped the school badge that Chu Yao gave him with a paper towel, and was about to go to Class Three to return it.

"I'm with you," Fu Cizhou hooked Zhu Yu's neck, "good brothers just want to stick together."

Zhu Yu moved his shoulders and said contemptuously, "Are you disgusting?"

It's okay if he doesn't say anything, but when he talks about Fu Cizhou, it's as if he deliberately disgusted him, hanging on Zhu Yu's body all the way and being dragged to the gate of the third class.

Zhu Yu poked his head into the class, and politely said to the students sitting in the first row: "Hello, classmate, can you call Chu Yao from your class for me?"

"Can't you just yell?" Fu Cizhou thought it was troublesome.

In the next second, the classmate turned around and responded to Fu Cizhou's words.He yelled out directly: "Chu Yao——Zhu Yu looking for you——"

There was a burst of booing and sighing in the noisy class, Chu Yao lowered her head, and ran out of the front door of the classroom under the eyes of the laughing crowd.

In the grades of seventeen or eighteen, a few words from boys and girls can cause a huge commotion in the class. For a girl like Chu Yao, how much she communicates with any boy can cause a huge commotion in the class. Extraordinary attention.

Zhu Yu knew this, but he didn't care.

"Thank you." Zhu Yu didn't seem to care at all, and thanked you generously.

But Fu Cizhou felt a little awkward. He scratched his hair and said "thank you" to Zhu Yu.

"You're welcome," Chu Yao lowered her head and squeezed the two school badges, summoned up her courage and asked cautiously, "Did you not have an exam at the end of last semester?"

Zhu Yu gave a "hmm" and seemed unwilling to say more: "There is something."

"Then, that's good," Chu Yao breathed a sigh of relief, "At that time, everyone went to look for you, and I thought, something happened."

"Everyone?" Zhu Yu glanced at Fu Cizhou beside him, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and asked Chu Yao, "Has he looked for it?"

Chu Yao looked up at Fu Cizhou, and nodded heavily: "He and Mr. Chen searched all around the school together."

Fu Cizhou: "..."

Why did he follow?

"Do you love me so much?" Zhu Yu's eyes were full of smiles, "Don't let me know."

"Get out," Fu Cizhou pushed Zhu Yu away, "I love you ass."

In just 10 minutes between classes, the three said goodbye to each other after a few words.

Fu Cizhou hooked Zhu Yu's shoulder, touched his chin thoughtfully: "How did she know that I was looking for you? Does it mean that she followed me?"

"Can you take a rest?" Zhu Yu poked Fu Cizhou's stomach with his elbow, "It means that she also followed you to find me at that time."

Fu Cizhou felt that Zhu Yu's thinking was a bit strange: "Is that so? She's not in our class, why did she find you?"

Zhu Yu glanced at Fu Cizhou in a complicated mood, and was too lazy to say anything.

When they arrived at the door of the classroom, the bell rang for the first class. Old Chen stood on the podium, looking at the two people who were shoulder to shoulder, getting angry.

"The class bell is ringing, you two are still taking your time!"

Zhu Yu quickened his pace, and with a sprint forward, Fu Cizhou's arms were empty.

"Fu Cizhou!" Old Chen deliberately brought out his name.

Fu Cizhou paused: "Ah?"

"I haven't looked for you yet!" Lao Chen flipped through the desk and found Fu Cizhou's thin diary, "Look at what you wrote!"

Fu Cizhou took the notebook in a daze, opened it and browsed casually, and found that these were the three diaries written by Zhu Yu for himself.

The first article is playing with pig dung in the pigsty, the second one is herding cattle to pick up cow dung, and the third one is going down the river to fish for fish dung.

Fu Cizhou closed the notebook with a "snap", and his face burned a little.

"Where did the fish poop come from in the river?" Lao Chen's voice was so loud that it almost penetrated the entire teaching building, "You still fish it up for fun?!"