Salted Toffee

If the murderous aura could be materialized, Zhu Yu would have already been blown away by the ruthlessness emanating from Fu Cizhou's side.

"One thing to say," his head was pinned by Fu Cizhou's armpit, his face flushed, "You asked me to write it casually!"

Fu Cizhou said angrily: "Why didn't you write about me rolling in cow dung!?"

Zhu Yu let out a "puchi" laugh: "Cough cough cough...I can't breathe!"

Old Chen yelled out Fu Cizhou's swimming in shit during the summer vacation, and the whole class laughed for 10 minutes, and there was a faint tendency to spread from previous grades.

During that month, Fu Cizhou felt that others looked at him slightly differently in the corridor, as if he had been closely connected with something.

This smell of feces lingered on Fu Cizhou's body, and as time went by, it took more than a month before he was barely forgotten by his classmates.

At the end of September, the first monthly exam came a few days earlier.

Zhu Yu didn't run away this time, it's just that beyond everyone's expectations, his ranking fell out of the top ten in his grade.

This time, not only Fu Cizhou was shocked, but also Lao Chen, Li, Laosun and other teachers were shocked.

Zhu Qin was invited to the school four times in just three days, and Zhu Yu was going to the office almost after class to be talked to one-sidedly by Lao Chen.

Fu Cizhou couldn't find Zhu Yu, so he began to harass Wang Ying and Xu Chen in the front row every day.

It's just that there is a table in the front and back rows, so it's not easy to fight each other after all, and there is no mixing of body language, and the relationship is always so bad.

Fu Cizhou is inevitably a little lonely in the classroom alone, so he can only go over to bother his deskmate during class.

In the first class in the afternoon, everyone was a little drowsy.

Fu Cizhou lay on the table like a worm, with his head tilted with his arms, he arched to Zhu Yu's side: "Are you okay?"

He didn't know which muscle of his deskmate was wrong, but he must know that Zhu Yu was not normal.

"Dizziness." Zhu Yu sent Fu Cizhou two words, as if he didn't really want to talk to him.

Although he straightened his back and leaned against the back of the chair, his head drooped, his face that always smiled was expressionless, and his chin almost poked his collarbone.

"Are you suffering from heat stroke again?" Fu Cizhou stretched his hand directly towards Zhu Yu's table hole. He remembered that this person always liked to pack a can of Huoxiang Zhengqi spray, and he might still be carrying it now.

He just closed his eyes and grasped, and even grabbed out a medicine bottle.

Fu Cizhou took it out to see what the medicine was, but before he could read the words clearly, Zhu Yu grabbed the bottle and took it back.

"Don't look through my things." Zhu Yu's voice was low and hoarse, not like the tone that came from his mouth.

Fu Cizhou gave his hands a pause, and the whole person sat back in his seat: "Are you sick?"

Zhu Yu closed his eyes and let out a soft "hmm".

His voice was very soft, as if he was exhausted and fell asleep, and he didn't want to move.

In the past few days, Zhu Yu's spirit has not been very good. At first, Fu Cizhou wondered if he was affected by the test results.

But then he thought about it again, a bad test was nothing, Zhu Yu was laughing and joking like a fool all day, he shouldn't be so fragile mentally.

So what's going on?

Fu Cizhou felt more and more wrong. The problem in his heart was like the hot steam bubbling out like a kettle boiling water, and he was suffocated in no time.

Finally, driven by curiosity, Fu Cizhou couldn't help tapping Zhu Yu's arm lightly with the back of his hand: "Are you feeling unwell?"

But in the next second, Zhu Yu put his hand on Fu Cizhou's arm.

His body seemed to be unstable, and he swayed violently.

Skin to skin, the temperature difference between the two is huge.

Fu Cizhou even had the illusion of being burned.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang at this moment, and Fu Cizhou grabbed Zhu Yu's wrist: "Do you have a fever?"

Zhu Yu closed his eyes hard, wiggled his fingers slightly, and said a little weakly: "No..."

Fu Cizhou: "Is that hypoglycemia?"

Wang Ying, who was in the front row, heard the movement, turned around and saw Zhu Yu's dying appearance, and quickly suggested, "Does he want to vomit? Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

After hearing this, Fu Cizhou got up quickly, put Zhu Yu on his shoulder and ran to the bathroom.

Zhu Yu was fine at first, but when Fu Cizhou bumped him all the way, his head was about to explode.

"I'm just dizzy..." He pressed the edge of the pool, feeling really sick.

"You wait." Fu Cizhou put Zhu Yu to the faucet, and then ran away without a trace.

The toilet sink reached Zhu Yu's waist, so he turned on the tap and washed his face.

It seems to be a little awake, but the shadows in front of my eyes are heavy, stacked and swaying, and I can't even look at them.

Zhu Yu walked slowly to the wall, supported the cool tiles, and slowly squatted down.

It is better to curl up than to stand and sit, and maybe after a while, he will return to normal.

Now that get out of class is over, there are many people coming and going in and out of the bathroom.

Zhu Yu was afraid that he would be in the way, so he stood up against the wall and prepared to continue squatting in the corridor.

However, even though he stood up very slowly, he still couldn't resist the expected violent dizziness.

Fu Cizhou has a crow's mouth, what to say, he is afraid that he is really hypoglycemic.

In a whirl, an arm firmly caught him, Zhu Yu felt a pain on his forehead, and plunged into a chest that was heaving violently.

"Why did you run here?" Fu Cizhou peeled a big white rabbit and stuffed it in Zhu Yu's mouth, "What are you running around, afraid that you won't die?"

The milky aroma wrapped in glutinous rice paper permeated the mouth in an instant, Zhu Yu raised his hand and pressed Fu Cizhou's shoulder, propping himself up a distance from the other person.

The boy has broad shoulders and strong muscles, so he really has some reliability.

"Young master." Zhu Yu's dizziness was relieved a lot, and he could even chew toffee a few times, "Stop talking."

Why does a good boy have such an open mouth?After a while, I might belch as I answered his words.

"Still dizzy?" Fu Cizhou looked down at Zhu Yu's face, "Do you want to go to the school hospital?"

Zhu Yu closed his eyes and shook his head: "Where did you get the candy?"

He remembered being sugar-free for a while.

"I'm looking for someone to ask for it," Fu Cizhou said.

Zhu Yu said "Oh" and didn't say anything more.

Probably because of his illness, Zhu Yu's face was frighteningly pale. Fu Cizhou stretched out his hand to smooth his sweaty bangs, and felt the difference in skin color between the two even more.

This kind of sickly light color with lips, as if drained of blood, looks a little scary.

"Should we go to the hospital?" Fu Cizhou worried, "I'll let Wang Ying talk to Lao Chen."

"It's okay," Zhu Yu patted Fu Cizhou's shoulder, "I know what I am like."

"Then what are you like?" Fu Cizhou frowned, rubbing Zhu Yu's hair irritably, "Look at the sweat on your head."

The broken hair in front of Zhu Yu'er was roughly pulled back by Fu Cizhou. The young man's forehead was smooth, and his long eyebrows were soaked in sweat, making them look darker and sharper.

Fu Cizhou lowered his eyes slightly, facing Zhu Yu's pupils, the sun poured down on their hair.

He found that the irises of the other party turned out to be light brown, with his own faint outline printed inside.

Is it your own?Fu Cizhou thought.

"A little hungry..." Zhu Yu blinked, and licked the dry lips with the tip of his tongue, "I want to drink Coke, the kind with ice."

In the cafeteria, Zhu Yu was holding a glass of Coke with ice, sitting on a stool and biting a straw to drink slowly.

Fu Cizhou thought he was a mother, but Zhu Yu was not feeling well, and he didn't speak to him as usual.

Four yuan bought two grilled sausages, and Fu Cizhou handed one to Zhu Yu: "Is it better now?"

Zhu Yu took the grilled sausage and took a small bite slowly: "Hungry."

Fu Cizhou, who had already walked to Zhu Yu's side, turned around: "Then let me buy some more bread."

Zhu Yu grabbed his sleeve: "This will do."

"One roast sausage is enough?" Fu Cizhou took a bite of half, looked up into the cafeteria, "There is a seller of instant noodles over there, may I cook you a bowl?"

When you are hungry, no one can resist the delicious aroma of instant noodles.

Like Zhu Yu, he immediately gave in: "It's fine."

Fu Cizhou bit the sausage and went to buy noodles, Zhu Yu held the bamboo stick, rubbed his fingers together, and turned the bitten sausage back and forth in front of him.

"Sauerkraut braised in soy sauce?" Fu Cizhou asked loudly from a distance.

Zhu Yu Weng li Weng Qi said: "Braised."

Fu Cizhou swiped his card, finished the roast sausage in a few mouthfuls, and threw the bamboo stick into the trash can a few meters away.

Zhu Yu bit the straw of Coca-Cola and walked over unsteadily: "Do you want to eat it too?"

Fu Cizhou smelled the aroma of instant noodles: "Then let me have a bowl too."

Zhu Yu stood behind Fu Cizhou, and raised his chin to rest on Fu Cizhou's shoulder.

He showed his frailty and sickness to the fullest, and he was as lazy as if he had no bones. Even if he stood for a while, he would lean on Fu Cizhou.

"Are you hot?" Fu Cizhou pushed him.

Zhu Yu shook his head and let out a muffled laugh from his throat.

The corners of his eyes were slightly lowered, and they were naturally smiling eyes, with thin bangs covering his forehead. Fu Cizhou thought of the pair of light brown pupils ten minutes ago.

"Your eyes are so light." Fu Cizhou turned his face away and could see Zhu Yu's slightly red eyes.

"No," Zhu Yu flatly denied, "This is me, with dark and divine eyes."

Fu Cizhou laughed: "Pull it down."

The instant noodles were cooked very quickly, and each of them took a bowl, and brought them to the table to eat.

Fu Cizhou cooked a bowl of Laotan sauerkraut noodles, the taste was really strong, Zhu Yu ate it face to face with him, and had the illusion that he was also eating sauerkraut.

Halfway through eating, Fu Cizhou received a text message from Wang Ying.

As soon as he put away his phone after finishing reading, the speed of grilling noodles became faster.

"Hurry up, Lao Chen may go to the school hospital to see you."

Zhu Yu's cheeks were bulging, and he asked doubtfully, "Old Chen said that?"

Fu Cizhou: "Old Wang said."

Zhu Yu lowered his head and smelled the smell on his body: "Is it credible to go to the school hospital with the smell of sauerkraut all over my body?"

"It's better to go than not to go," Fu Cizhou finished scooping up the noodles, put down his chopsticks and began to urge Zhu Yu, "Hurry up."

"But I don't want to go to the school hospital," Zhu Yu poked at the eggs in the bowl, playing with his temper, "I won't go."

Fu Cizhou suddenly remembered that he had gone to the school hospital before, and Zhu Yu also refused to see a doctor.

"Why?" He poked his face forward, "Give me a reason."

Zhu Yu raised his eyelids and looked at Fu Cizhou: "Don't say it."

Zhu Yu is like a blind box, no one knows what is inside the gaudy exterior.

Fu Cizhou was busy for a long time trying to open the box, but he couldn't open it anyway.

"You have no brothers." Fu Cizhou picked up the bowl and left.

Zhu Yu smiled and watched him go to the place where the dinner plate looked back, lowered his head and quickly took a few more mouthfuls of noodles, before chasing after him: "Wait for me!"

Fu Cizhou was small-minded, and was angry with Zhu Yu all afternoon about this matter.

He was even angry that he didn't want to have dinner with each other that night.

Zhu Yu knew that he was in the wrong, and hung on Fu Cizhou with a playful smile: "I treat you to eat, young master, don't be angry!"

Fu Cizhou pushed him away in disgust, but Zhu Yu couldn't tear it off like a dog's skin plaster.

Just when the two of them were sticking together and leaving the classroom, a crisp "Zhu Yu!" came from behind them.

Zhu Yu slumped his shoulders, said "Huh?", and leaned on Fu Cizhou's back to look back.

It's Chu Yao.

She was still Chu Yao holding a can of white rabbit toffee.

Except for Fu Cizhou, all the people around smiled evilly and said "Oh~".

Zhu Yu let go of Fu Cizhou, one moment he was not a decent boy, and the next moment he was about to straighten his back.

"This is for you." Chu Yao stuffed the white rabbit toffee into Zhu Yu's hand, turned around and ran away without waiting for the other party to say anything.

"Oh oh oh—!"

"Cool--"

As Chu Yao ran away, the booing from the surrounding students also became louder.

Zhu Yu didn't care, he looked at the toffee in his hand, sighed, turned back to the classroom and stuffed it into his schoolbag casually.