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Zhu Yu said, Fu Cizhou really bought it.

Still a fish, a dark blue cartoon baby shark.

The doll is not big, at most one meter, with a big head and a thin tail, with a shark's fangs bared, and it looks a bit stupid.

"Young master, is this crazy?" Zhu Yu said so, but smiled happily, "I didn't even dare to say it, but he still bought it."

"What are you talking about?" Wang Ying came over to inquire with great interest, "Is your birthday coming soon? Why did Lao Fu give you this?"

"No," Zhu Yu stuffed the little shark back into his table hole, "How do you know he bought it?"

"Xu Chen and I were on duty last night." Wang Ying sat back in his seat, talking to Zhu Yu while putting away his schoolbag, "It's your turn today."

Zhu Yu looked up at the blackboard, his and Fu Cizhou's names were written in the lower right corner.

"I forgot all about it." Zhu Yu opened his book, glanced down at the timetable on the first page, got up and went to the podium.

The first thing students on duty do every day is to write down the class schedule for the day at the top right of the blackboard.

Some students who are relatively small can't reach them, so they have to stand on a stool.

But Zhu Yu didn't need it, he could write on the top of the blackboard at the height of his hand.

Today's two consecutive English classes are really terrible.

Fu Cizhou was stuck in the classroom as always, but this time he was still good, and he was stuck at the point before the bell rang.

The corridors outside the classroom are noisy, eating, endorsing, fighting and mopping the floor.

He bit the straw of soy milk and suddenly realized that today seemed to be his and Zhu Yu's turn.

After a few steps, he walked to the front door of his classroom, looked sideways, and saw that Zhu Yu was writing the schedule on the podium.

The boy has long hands, long legs and long characters, and he is also beautiful, so he will look good no matter where he goes.

Fu Cizhou drank the last sip of soy milk and threw the carton into the trash can at the door of the classroom.

The two girls in the first row were looking at Zhu Yu and whispering, Fu Cizhou walked in front of them, and put his arms around Zhu Yu's neck as soon as he raised his hand.

Zhu Yu just finished writing the four lessons in the morning, and his fingers holding the chalk were stained with white dust, and he was in a daze,

It looks very cute.

"It's quite early." Fu Cizhou said with a smile.

Zhu Yu seemed to be accustomed to Fu Cizhou's sudden attacks. He stood firm and said in a good voice: "Master, we are on duty today."

We are on duty today.

Fu Cizhou nodded, thinking that this sounded really nice.

The heartbeat of a 17-year-old is nothing more than that.

There are always two people in a class, and they will be booed when they ask questions together, and they will also be booed when they are on duty together.

It would be embarrassing to write the duty list in the lower right corner together, and you must wipe it off very early the next day to feel at ease.

Fu Cizhou was disturbing his little Jiujiu in his heart, and blurred his and Zhu Yu's names with his index finger.

Putting it together is very good, and it makes people feel a little reluctant...

He didn't even finish thinking about the thoughts in his mind, he just swept over with a blackboard eraser, and wiped off the names of the two of them.

Fu Cizhou turned his face and saw Zhu Yu handing the blackboard eraser in front of him: "Either."

good very good.

Fu Cizhou wiped his index finger on Zhu Yu's face, and got off the podium without looking back.

Zhu Yu leaned back slightly, a little dazed.

After reacting, wipe it with your arm to get out a little chalk dust.

Are you childish, and you even wiped him with chalk dust.

Zhu Yu couldn't help laughing in his heart, and turned to look at the furious Fu Cizhou.

Fu Cizhou is very tall, carrying his messenger bag with few books on his shoulders.

Standing in the class doesn't need to be particularly locked, and people can focus on him.

Even if he is tall, his body is also very strong. After all, he is the weight that can break a person's ribs with a single kick. Zhu Yu is still very envious.

Most teenagers are Mu Qiang, and Zhu Yu is no exception.

He reflected on himself, and his grades were slightly better, as if he couldn't compare to Fu Cizhou anywhere.

And the ranking of this monthly exam has dropped.

Nothing compares now.

miserable.

With a "bang", Fu Cizhou threw his schoolbag on the table.

Xu Chen in the front row turned his head to look, but Fu Cizhou went straight to him and turned his head back.

It seemed that he was so angry that he didn't even sit on the bench, and went straight to the back of the classroom to mop the floor.

Young Master Fu finally got angry. It's been a long time since I've seen this familiar feeling.

Zhu Yu complained in his heart that he was really in a panic, turned around with a smile and wanted to continue writing the timetable, only to realize that he had forgotten the afternoon class.

"Hey..." He asked the girl in the first row nearby, "Can you sign up for the afternoon class?"

Zhu Yu stood on the podium and had to bend down when talking to people.

His tone is usually softer when he's talking to a girl.

The mop strips that Fu Cizhou took just now were not as long as his hair, so it happened to be back to the classroom to change them at this moment.

The classroom was noisy, and he habitually looked for Zhu Yu in the crowd.

He casually glanced at the podium, and saw that the other party was smiling and chatting happily with the girls in the front row.

His uncle's.

I am mopping the floor hard here, and this person is chatting with others there.

Fu Cizhou stiffened his fist instantly, and wanted to smash the mop on Zhu Yu's head.

But fortunately Zhu Yu didn't chat for too long this day, in fact, it was only time to ask about the schedule, so he straightened up and prepared to turn around.

However, Fu Cizhou's resentment was probably too strong, which caused Zhu Yu to receive the sight of the other party from the air the moment he straightened up like this—an extremely unpleasant, especially unpleasant sight.

Why did I provoke him again?

Zhu Yu has habitually reflected on himself.

After quickly writing the schedule, he ran to the back of the classroom with a mop.

The classrooms were cleaned the night before, and the students on duty the next day mopped the corridors in the morning.

In the past, Zhu Yu and Fu Cizhou must have turned each other down and wanted each other to do more work.

But now that Fu Cizhou took the initiative to pick up the mop, Zhu Yu didn't have the nerve to let him wander outside alone.

"Master," Zhu Yu ran to Fu Cizhou's side and pretended to scratch the ground twice, "Did you buy me a pillow yesterday?"

This "la" is used in a more spiritual way, and it is impossible for Zhu Yu to use such tone particles in his normal speech.

"What's the matter with you?" Fu Cizhou kicked Zhu Yu's mop, "Don't get in the way here."

"Why are you angry?" Zhu Yu not only didn't leave, but even got closer, "Didn't you be fine a while ago? Now you're in a bad mood?"

Fu Cizhou thought about it, this is probably fleeting love.

Zhu Yu was essentially annoyed to death, and it was not easy for him to survive the previous period without losing his temper.

Still talking to girls, like a peacock, you can't live without opening your screen everywhere, right?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. In the end, all the decisions that he secretly swore in his heart that he would be especially good to Zhu Yu in the future were all nullified.

"I can't be too nice to you," Fu Cizhou finished mopping the corridor, and threw the mop towards the door with a pestle, "I'm used to you."

After finishing speaking, he turned and entered the classroom, leaving Zhu Yu alone in the corridor in a mess in the wind.

Fu Cizhou's words were amusing, and Zhu Yu stroked his chin for a long time aftertaste.

This alternative "father-like speech" made him always want to laugh.

It was as if he was really taking care of him deliberately, but why did Fu Cizhou take care of him.

When the class bell rang, he was halfway through thinking about it, thinking that his homework hadn't been handed in yet, so he hurried back to the classroom with a mop in his hand.

Early self-study is Chinese early self-study, Lao Chen's subject, or stop.

"I'm going to be approved today," Zhu Yu whispered to Fu Cizhou after finishing his homework.

Fu Cizhou was reciting ancient poems, and raised his eyebrows after hearing this: "What about the monthly exam?"

Zhu Yu nodded: "The wave has overturned."

"Not on purpose?" Fu Cizhou asked again.

Zhu Yu paused: "Why did I do it on purpose?"

Fu Cizhou snorted coldly: "Then you will indeed be approved."

Zhu Yu's shoulders slumped, and before he had time to say anything else, Fu Cizhou quickly answered: "You fell out of the top five in your grade."

"..."

As for the grades, Zhu Yu didn't really care that much.

Because since Wei Xia's death, Zhu Qin has not put any pressure on him in this regard.

And he didn't have any ambitions to be tested in Qingbei, he always felt that he could make a living with this kind of virtue in the future.

But the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuchs were in a hurry. Old Chen looked at Zhu Yu, who was originally as stable as a mountain, and his grades were like a roller coaster. His blood pressure also went up and down, and he was about to die.

Talk, parents please.

Zhu Qin came to the school again.

And this time the scope was relatively wide, even Fu Cizhou was forced to talk to Lao Chen for half a class.

The content of the conversation was pretty much the same as last year, so I wanted to pry something about Zhu Yu from Fu Cizhou.

"I don't know," Fu Cizhou was like a good woman forced to laugh, "I still want to know, what can I do if he doesn't tell me!"

Lao Chen didn't get any news, but he still persuaded Fu Cizhou earnestly: "I think you have the best relationship in the class, can't you find a way to help Zhu Yu and let him know the importance of studying?"

The first half of this sentence made Fu Cizhou want to laugh, and the second half made him want to laugh too.

These two kinds of "want to laugh" are different in nature, but they both make him quite helpless in essence.

He found that these people didn't understand Zhu Yu at all, and it wasn't a matter of learning about Zhu Yu's attitude at all.

So what's the problem?

Fu Cizhou smiled and couldn't help but think of himself.

Do you understand it yourself?

Why is Zhu Yu unwilling to let others call him by his name?Why did you go to Yuanzhou alone for no reason?

Why does he reject hospitals and doctors?Why did you suddenly skip the exam and run to the amusement park?

Fu Cizhou suddenly discovered that he didn't know these questions.

On the surface, Zhu Yu played well with him, and followed his temper in everything he said and did.

But he hid himself tightly, and Fu Cizhou, a rough and nervous person, was directly fooled.

"Are you listening to me?" Lao Chen was still tirelessly pulling Fu Cizhou to his side.

The next second when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Fu Cizhou stood up directly: "Well, I see."

He had a bad complexion and was terribly heavy.

It seemed that he was quite angry, but it was not the kind of anger that he usually loves to explode.

It is suppressed anger that wants to beat people up.

"I'm going to help Zhu Yu now."

On the other side, Zhu Yu was reading a book boredly in the classroom, shaking his pen.

His chin poked on his arm, and it hurt after a while.

During the break between the second class, everyone in the classroom basically went to the canteen in the cafeteria.

Fu Cizhou was not there either, and there was nothing around him.

Finger felt a fluff in the hole of the table, Zhu Yu couldn't help but took off the packing bag and took out the little shark.

Pillows have to fulfill their obligations as pillows. It shouldn’t matter much if you sleep after class, right?

He looked left and right and no one was paying attention, so he simply closed the cap of the pen, hugged the shark and lay down on the table.

The fluff rubbed against the side of the face, it was soft and very comfortable.

Zhu Yu closed his eyes and rubbed against it.

The young master is so kind, he even bought him a pillow.

I also bought a fish, which is so exciting.

At the same time, at the door of the classroom, Fu Cizhou, who came back with dark clouds on his back, saw Zhu Yu hugging the doll he gave him, and the rain cloud on his head disappeared with a "swish".

What is this man doing?

sleeping?

What are you sleeping on?

The rubbing hair is almost static.

A man, feeling a little cute?

Like a kitten, it will lick its paws in the next second.

"Old Fu," Wang Ying poked Fu Cizhou's waist behind him, "Don't block the door."

Fu Cizhou took a deep breath, turned around and went to the corridor to blow the cold wind.

It's dying.