Salted Toffee

The words "women's trousers and men's skirt" came out of Xu Chen's mouth, and the four boys were silent for two seconds in a tacit understanding.

"What is JK?" Zhu Yu repeated his question again.

"Shirt and skirt," Xu Chen gestured at his chest, "Tie a bow here."

Then, he gestured on his thigh again: "Wear a miniskirt here."

Zhu Yu: "..."

Although he still doesn't know what JK is, he does know what a miniskirt is.

"Pajamas, pajamas, pajamas..." Fu Cizhou's index finger "slapped" the spot on the form, "Choose this and choose this."

Zhu Yu didn't have such a big reaction as Fu Cizhou, he even smiled in surprise: "It's so big?"

If boys wear shirts and miniskirts together...

Zhu Yu's eyes stopped on Fu Cizhou's broad shoulders, he really wanted to see what his tablemate was wearing.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Fu Cizhou was so stared at by Zhu Yu, he directly pushed his head, "Don't think I don't know what's going on in your mind! Stop me!"

"No," Zhu Yu put Fu Cizhou's shoulders with a smile, "I didn't think about it."

"I didn't even say what you were thinking and you just denied it in such a hurry?" Fu Cizhou pushed Zhu Yu away in disgust, "Get lost, stay away from me."

"So indifferent?" Zhu Yu leaned forward like a lump of rice cake, "What are you afraid of!"

"Damn! I'm afraid of a fart?" Fu Cizhou's facial features were almost twisted together, "If you want to wear a skirt, you can wear it yourself!"

"I don't think so..." Zhu Yu thought for a while, "I really want to see what you wear."

Fu Cizhou had goosebumps all over his body: "Why the hell are you paying so much attention to me? You have a crush on me?!"

Xu Chen couldn't hold back a "puchi" laugh, and Wang Ying, seeing the excitement, didn't think it was a big deal, so he dragged his voice "Oh~" and coaxed him just right.

When the class bell rang, Zhu Yu let go of Fu Cizhou and sat back on the chair: "Farewell, I deny it."

Disgusting Fu Cizhou is okay, but it's unnecessary to catch up with him.

The first class is Lao Chen's Chinese class, and a new class starts today, "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi".

Classical Chinese is the most hypnotic, I wish Yu Fu Cizhou to sleep in the back together.

Sleeping in winter is better than in summer, and the windows block the cold wind outside.

Wrapped in a heavy jacket, listened to Lao Chen nagging for another ten minutes, and wished Yu Jing a god without falling asleep.

With his face facing the window, he closed his eyes and went through the new chemical equations he learned yesterday in his mind.

The sun after eight o'clock is brighter and hotter.

The orange light fell on Zhu Yu's curled eyelashes, as if holding a handful of winter warmth, drowsing him, as if falling asleep.

Suddenly, Zhu Yu faintly heard Fu Cizhou's name.

For him, it was a familiar name.

The two had been in a remedial class since they were young, and they strangled each other to death.

He still remembered that Fu Cizhou's mother would come to the remedial class to pick him up from school every time.

There is a fruit shop after two steps to the right after exiting the institution. Zhong Yan would drag Fu Cizhou into it every time and ask, "Baby, what do you want to eat?"

Then Fu Cizhou picked and picked like an old man, sometimes pointing to grapes, sometimes ordering apples.

But most of them were not in a good mood, so they danced to his mother with staring eyes on the street: "Please call me by my name outside!"

A "bang" interrupted Zhu Yuling's scattered dreams.

Wang Ying's bench leaned back, and the back of the chair hit the front of his desk.

Zhu Yu woke up from the memories and sat up in a jerk.

Before he was fully awake, he heard "Fu Cizhou" again.

With a "swish", all eyes in the class were focused on the right rear of the classroom.

Xu Chen coughed and slammed into the table again, the noise was so loud that he was embarrassed.But Fu Cizhou couldn't be shaken, he curled his arms on the table and slept like a bastard.

"Fu Cizhou!" Lao Chen slammed the book on the table for the third time, obviously he had reached his limit.

Zhu Yu pushed Fu Cizhou against everyone's scorching gaze: "Wake up, don't sleep."

"Huh?!" Fu Cizhou pressed his palm on the table and stood up straight away. He lowered his head and flipped through the book, asking in a low voice, "Where did the talk go?"

"I don't know," Zhu Yu quickly answered with a sullen head, "I just woke up too."

The get out of class bell rang at this time, and some students had already started laughing.

"It's all over, what else is there to talk about?! Don't sleep in class!" Old Chen angrily picked up the book and rolled it under his arm, "get out of class is over!"

The classmates stood up to bid farewell to the teacher. Fu Cizhou touched the back of his neck and sat down in a daze: "What did Lao Chen ask me to do?"

Wang Ying turned around: "When the get out of class is about to end, I said that you won the gold medal in the Olympiad."

Fu Cizhou said "ah..." unresponsively: "Gold award?"

After he finished speaking, he leaned on his chin and glanced at Zhu Yu: "This time the topic is simple, so if you go for it, it will probably be a gold medal."

Zhu Yu leaned back on the table again: "There is no shortage of this one."

This is probably because Xueba doesn't care.

In the second English class, Zhu Yu has always used it to catch up with the Chinese class.

After two classes of sleep, I feel refreshed

During the 25-minute break between two classes, Xu Lei sent out a form of party clothing intentions. The 41 students in the class voted anonymously, and the clothes were decided according to the most votes.

Zhu Yu ticked "pajamas" without even looking at it, and Fu Cizhou heaved a sigh of relief: "I thought you really wanted to wear a short skirt."

"Don't think too much," Zhu Yu hooked Fu Cizhou's shoulder, "I just want to see you wear it."

Fu Cizhou didn't understand how he provoked this good student with good character and learning, which made him tirelessly find work for him now.

And this situation is getting worse and worse, to the point where Fu Cizhou dropped a pen on the ground, Zhu Yu stretched his legs and kicked it farther, and then added a sentence "sorry for slipping my foot" in a cheap way.

In short, it is owed.

Fu Cizhou pressed Zhu Yu's shoulders back and pushed him out of the classroom.

The radio gymnastics between classes takes turns for each grade, and this week it's their turn for the sophomore year.

When Zhu Yu was the class monitor last semester, he worked diligently to line up to do exercises, but this semester he followed Fu Cizhou to the cafeteria and escaped several times.

Today is no exception.

"It hurts, master..." Zhu Yu moved his shoulders, looking too weak, "Why are you exerting so much strength?"

"Come on, less acting," Fu Cizhou handed Zhu Yu a grilled sausage, "Today when Lao Chen mentioned the Olympiad, I suddenly remembered something."

Zhu Yu sat on the stool in the cafeteria and took the sausage with a smile: "What's the matter?"

Sitting beside him, Fu Cizhou took out a mobile phone from his pocket: "I wanted to show you before, but I forgot."

With a grilled sausage in his mouth, he rummaged through his phone for a long time before finding a photo.

"Here."

Zhu Yu turned his head to look, and his eyes just glanced at the screen lightly, but he seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and for a moment he forgot to breathe.

It was a slightly yellowed photo.

It's not so much a photo as a newspaper clipping.

There are three boys standing side by side with a trophy in their hands.

The one in the middle held the trophy the highest and smiled the most.

"Before the competition at the end of November, I went to Mr. Wang from the previous Mathematics Olympiad tutoring class to get a set of papers."

"When I was waiting for someone, I was bored, so I looked at the honor roll of outstanding students over the years, and I saw this."

Fu Cizhou was only focused on talking, and didn't notice the slight abnormality in Zhu Yu beside him.

The heartless young master threw the bamboo stick after eating the sausage, and continued like a normal person, "Don't you think the kid in the middle looks a lot like you?"

Fu Cizhou said that the call took about ten seconds, Zhu Yu's eyeballs moved around, and his eyelashes blinked a few times.

The boy in the middle looked about seven or eight years old. He was not tall, but he was very fair. When he smiled, he looked a little like Zhu Yu.

"It's kind of like that." Zhu Yu said.

Fu Cizhou raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little proud: "Guess what his name is."

Zhu Yu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he almost squeezed out half a sentence from his throat: "What?"

The voice was so soft that only he and Fu Cizhou could hear it.

"It's called Zhu Yu." Fu Cizhou turned off the phone and put it back in his pocket. "I asked Mr. Wang specifically, including the first and last names, verbatim."

Zhu Yu lowered his head and smiled for a while.

He opened his mouth, as if trying to say something, but all failed in the end.

"What a coincidence," Fu Cizhou continued to sigh, "If it weren't for this photo of the Olympiad 19 years ago, I really thought it was you."

Zhu Yu took a bite of the grilled sausage, moving his cheeks and chewing slowly: "19 years ago?"

"Ang," Fu Cizhou calculated in his own mind, "we were born two years later."

Zhu Yu and Fu Cizhou are the same age, only seventeen this year.

"Do you believe that there is another self in this world?" Fu Cizhou stood up and pressed the back of Zhu Yu's head with his palm.

After Zhu Yu heard it, he seemed to have heard something very funny.

He raised his face to look at Fu Cizhou, and also laughed: "It's a little bit of faith, it's such a coincidence."