Cub, daddies want you to be good

When Luo Yu came out of the office of the Academic Affairs Office, the first thing he did was turn to look for the children.

But he didn't want to, just as he turned his head, Fu Wan put down his phone and looked over.

Luo Yu was slightly taken aback after seeing the young man's expression clearly.

At this time, there were quite a few people passing by in the corridor, and there were a few people between them. The young man was not facing him directly, but tilted his head slightly. The black and white peach blossom eyes under the brim of his hat were calm and clear, as if rising from a mountain stream in the morning. The lingling clear spring was quietly looking at the man.

Fu Wan rarely sees people like this, at least Luo Yu only saw him once during the time he knew him.

And that time, it was the silent night when Luo Yu found that he couldn't eat.It was the first time that Fu Wan heard him say that he hoped that the children would be happy and happy. When he drank his porridge for the first time, his eyes were clearly calm, but it seemed as if stars were falling.

The noisy sounds around him seemed to disappear for a moment.Luo Yu pondered for a moment, remembering the conversation with Xu Qing just now, as if he knew what the young man was thinking, he blinked silently, and walked over calmly.

Fu Wan watched the man pull out his student ID card from his schoolbag, straightened the colored string, then lowered his head, carefully hung it around his neck, and said, "Chenghua's student ID card, from now on, children will be My apprentice."

The photo of the student ID card is very good-looking, even if it is the most clumsy ID photo with no beauty effect, it still cannot conceal the unique temperament of the young man and the inherent grace between his eyebrows and eyes.

But Fu Wan didn't look at the photo carefully at all. He didn't care much about his appearance, and he rarely paid attention to it, except when someone kept staring at him, he would be grumpy and annoyed.

At this moment, he didn't even reach out to touch the card. He just pulled the schoolbag over, carried it on his back, and said coldly, "Let's go."

Luo Yu understood his awkwardness, didn't say anything, just took a fixed look at the boy's side face, and led him away.

He met a lot of people along the way, Luo Yu was tall, long-legged, and handsome, and he turned heads very often on the road.

Fu Wan glanced at his back, finally lowered his head silently, gently touched the student ID card hanging around his neck, and frowned.

***

The student dormitory conditions of Chenghua High School are still acceptable, with all the necessary facilities, although it looks quite simple.

The school has a long history, and the layout of the dormitory follows the layout of the four-person room at the beginning. There is no special design, which makes some students choose to go to school.

Naturally, Luo Yu hoped that the children would go to school, but that was obviously unrealistic. He had agreed to let Fu Wan live in the dormitory before. Fu Wan was such an assertive and proud child. Compared with leaving him at home, Luo Yu felt that it was more important to respect the wishes of the other party. important.

There is no one in the dormitory.

Fu Wan's roommates are Chen Yiyan and Gao Xuming, and there is also a boy named Fu Yunmo who is said to be the monitor of class one.

Chen Yiyan and Gao Xuming went out to buy daily necessities. Both of them are free-range children at home. Everything depends on themselves. Being able to accompany their parents to sign up is already freeing up their working time.

In fact, Chen Yiyan is disabled at the ninth level of life, a little worse than Fu Wan, who is at the seventh level. After all, he is a young master who stretches out his clothes and eats and opens his mouth.

Fu Yunmo is the class monitor, so he is naturally busy with various matters in the class when school starts, and he will not be able to come back until late at night.

The floor of the dormitory has been cleaned by the cleaning lady. It looks very clean, but the beds, tables and chairs are more or less covered with fine dust, obviously left unused since the last graduates left.

After Luo Yu helped Fu Wan carry the luggage, he took the washbasin to fetch water, and then took two small towels, one of which was thrown to Fu Wan, slightly raised his lips, and said, "Work."

Fu Wan received the towel accurately, watched Luo Yu's movements for a while, rolled up his sleeves, walked over and imitated the other party to wash and wring the towel, then Luo Yu began to wipe the bed, and he began to wipe the tables and chairs.

Fu Wan's movements looked very skilled, but there seemed to be something wrong...

When I was in the apartment, Luo Yu was doing all the housework. Although Fu Wan would secretly help when Luo Yu was not at home, Luo Yu was not there when he was doing it, so he never found out that Fu Wan was unique. different.

At this moment, two people are operating at the same time, which is tantamount to public execution.

Luo Yu finished wiping the bed, turned around and glanced at the bowl, and saw the young man pursing his thin lips, frowning, his posture was quite standard, but he wiped a chair vigorously as if he was facing an enemy. It was so hard that I could even hear the groaning sound of the chair on the verge of collapse.

Luo Yu's Adam's apple moved, and he held back his smile, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but curl up.

Before the Fu bowl was wiped, a tall shadow shrouded his side. Luo Yu bent down to take a look, and said in a low voice: "The dust is not wiped clean. After wiping the towel once, you have to wash off the dirty things and wipe it again. It will take the dust back. It doesn't need to be too hard, the chair has limited capacity."

Fu Wan paused for a moment when he heard the words, frowned and said nothing, the exposed part of the back of his neck was slender and graceful, but it seemed to be slightly red.

His skin is too white, and it is particularly obvious when there is something.

Luo Yu handed over his clean towel and said, "I did it the same way for the first time before. Use this one."

Fu Wan raised his hand to take it, frowned and said, "It's not the first time I wipe."

"Then what?" Luo Yu seemed to realize something, and suddenly put away his smile, and asked, "Is there any difference?"

As soon as this question came up, Fu Wan looked up at Luo Yu, and said strangely: "You seem to be able to guess everything."

Some things he didn't say at all, Luo Yu can accurately feel the direction, Fu Wan has never seen such a person.

However, Luo Yu didn't seem to care about his outstanding ability, and only asked patiently: "Why are things different?"

As soon as Fu Wan recalled it, his temper became bad, and he said indifferently: "They poured oil on everything in the dungeon, and the oil dried up, and there was no decontamination liquid, so it was annoying to wipe."

People with a bad temper, when rubbing that kind of thing, will only find that the more they rub it, the more oily it is, and it is sticky and greasy, which can easily make people irritable.But without cleaning, the dungeon will become more and more dirty, causing the people who live in it to become more numb.This is completely using the harsh living environment to force the tool man to carry out repetitive and boring actions until he completely loses his fighting spirit for such a life.

In short, rubbing or not rubbing, that organization can get the desired result.

"You don't need to use force, you can't wipe it off." Fu Wan stared at the towel expressionlessly, and tentatively lowered his pressure, but his slender eyebrows were tightly frowned.

Luo Yu squatted down beside him, raised his hand and gently pressed the back of Fu Wan's hand.

The thick and warm palm was pressed against the cool back of the young man's hand, and the delicate skin was rubbed into the rough gun callus in the big palm for a moment, bringing a strange tingling feeling that was almost a fusion of ice and fire.

The skinny wrist twisted quickly, and the hand was pulled out.

Fu Wan's brows and eyes were obviously irritable, cold and fierce, but his voice sounded clear, asking: "What are you doing?"

"On-site teaching." Luo Yu turned his head to the side, looked at him intently with pale eyes, and said: "Although I can arrange housework at home, but in the dormitory, once school starts, I can't do it. You can only come by yourself. Your problem is control over strength."

As Luo Yu said, he looked at Fu Wan questioningly, and said, "Teach me once and you'll be fine."

The words were spoken slowly, as if melting into the air, light and warm.

Fu Wan was unusually confused, as if he couldn't understand the fact that someone taught him things by hand.

But Luo Yu's eyes were sincere, and the boy's peach eyes cast a cold glance at the other party, and then put his hand on it.

His slender, white fingers rested on the dark blue towel, dazzlingly white and greasy.

Fu Wan's hand is extremely thin, with slender finger bones, which makes it look extremely weak, and the astonishing power contained in it can't be seen at all.

Luo Yu didn't wrap his hand completely, but put it on it when the Fu Wan was exerting force, with his five fingers gathered together, he exerted force very cleverly, dissolving the excessive force of the young man's hand.

This process seemed very simple, and it didn't even last for more than five seconds, but Fu Wan's eyes lit up slightly.

After Luo Yu let go of his hand, he quickly copied the strength exerted by the opponent, and as expected, he had the same effect.

"How is it?" Luo Yu looked at him with a smile.

"It's okay." Fu Wan replied reservedly, his hands moved neatly, and quickly wiped the tables and chairs clean.

Hanging mosquito nets, laying bed sheets, and arranging daily necessities are not difficult tasks. At least Luo Yu didn't see that the Fuwan was not made to a standard.

***

When Luo Yu left the school, it was already evening, and the sky was filled with layers of dazzling fire clouds.

Fu Wan was still wearing his hat, walking beside the man, and before he knew it, he came to the hibiscus tree planted on the right side of the school gate.

At the end of August, hibiscus is in flowering period.Luo Yu watched the breeze blow by, and a water-red hibiscus floated down unsteadily and landed in front of Fu Wan.

The young man stopped when he was stepping out, pursed the corner of his mouth, stepped aside, and stood to the other side.

The fiery red clouds and the water-red flowers all over the tree, against the afterglow of the setting sun, reflected the youth's porcelain-white skin slightly reddened, and vaguely seemed softer than usual.

Although, Luo Yu knew that this was just an illusion created by the light.

"The access control time of the dormitory is one o'clock in the morning. I will leave the dinner in Chen He's place in the security room. Remember to get it. The heat preservation bag works well, and it can be left at two o'clock in the morning."

Fu Wan nodded upon hearing the sound, and said, "I'll go to the canteen to pack tomorrow."

"I've seen the food over there, and it's not easy to digest." Luo Yu's expression was a little more serious than usual, and he said, "It's not good, what will you do for the next military training?"

Fu Wan stopped talking.

Seeing that he compromised, Luo Yu prepared to leave.

Ke Fuwan raised his hand and poked the brim of his hat again, exposed his eyes, stared straight at him, and asked, "You told the teacher about me."

This sentence is obviously a statement tone.

"Well. I briefly mentioned the situation. She didn't know your background, but thought you were born in an orphanage and suffered." Luo Yu didn't hide anything, his eyes were calm.

Fu Wan held back for a whole day before asking this question, but suddenly felt that there was no need to ask further.

Why did Luo Yu tell the teacher like this? Isn't the reason obvious?

He also had to protect him, help him conceal the identity of the tool man, and take all precautions, worrying that he would be wronged at school.

Fu Wan has known for a long time that Luo Yu can do everything. This man has an innate heroism and leadership temperament. He is rebellious and unruly. This is the secret of Luo Yu's omnipotence.

"What's wrong? Can't figure it out?" Seeing that the young man didn't speak, Luo Yu finally pulled out a familiar smirk, and said, "Otherwise, I'll just take the kid home and forget about it. When you figure it out, tell me slowly." .”

"No need." Fu Wan blinked lightly, shook his head, and said arrogantly: "There is nothing to say."