Professor he started chasing stars

Fu Jinyan was going to cook a plate of cabbage and an fried egg at noon. As soon as the ingredients were prepared, Fu Shengyu knocked on the door and squeezed in. He was carrying two plastic bags in his hand, as if he was familiar with his own way.

"Brother, I bought two catties of pork belly, can you make braised pork? There is also a catty of pork ribs, sweet and sour is good, this sea bass can be pan-fried and steamed, pig's trotters stewed with peanuts..."

Fu Jinyan didn't move while holding the spatula.

Fu Shengyu took the initiative to partner.

He hasn't agreed yet, he doesn't want to be a babysitter for a child.

The film crew knew better than Fu Shengyu, at least they only took pictures secretly outside the window.

Following Fu Jinyan's dull gaze, Fu Shengyu also saw several people crowded outside the window, and he ran to the door.

"Hey, stop taking pictures, my brother doesn't like crowds."

Fu Shengyu was about to close the door as he said that, but was stopped by Penpen.

"Wait, Young Master Fu, you can't do this, you're here for ideological remolding, how can you cleanse your mind if you don't eat the cafeteria?"

Fu Shengyu was dissatisfied: "I'm fucking cleaning my soul, not my stomach. Don't worry, I've followed Mr. Fu for a month. After his influence, I will definitely be able to change my mind."

Potpan opened his mouth.

It's so wrong, I can't refute it.

"Then you have to go back to the dormitory to sleep tonight, otherwise we would be ashamed to go into the teacher's room to shoot." Penpen begged.

"No." Fu Shengyu refused, "I slept on the bed with my ability."

Fu Shengyu not only closed the door, but also drew the curtains.

"Brother, I sent them away."

The child looked smug, as if asking for credit.

He hummed a little tune and stuffed two bags of ingredients, fruits and vegetables into the refrigerator.

Fu Jinyan felt that it was necessary to talk to him, and it was not a problem for him to stay at his home so much.

Fu Jinyan rehearsed it in his mind: I will have this expression later, then this, then that, and then I can kick him out of the house politely.It's easy, right?That's right.

Fu Jinyan clenched his fists to embolden himself: "Student Fu..."

"Brother, let's cook the fish first, the fish won't be fresh overnight." Fu Shengyu said quickly, "Shall we fry it or steam it?"

Fu Jinyan: "Steam."

Ah ah ah ah.

Fu Jinyan knocked his head on the refrigerator door in frustration.

"Brother, what are you doing? Are you angry? Let's just say, the videos are too annoying, let's ignore them."

Fu Jinyan timidly tidied up the refrigerator. There was one compartment for fruits, one compartment for vegetables, and the meat was sealed in fresh-keeping bags and neatly stacked.

Finally, Fu Jinyan took the paper and pen from the desk, handed them to Fu Shengyu, and sat in front of him.

"You write a letter of guarantee."

Fu Shengyu was confused: "What guarantee?"

"I said you write."

"Uh-huh."

Fu Shengyu looked at Fu Jinyan.

"Guarantee letter: I, Fu Shengyu, cannot take care of myself due to illness, and must strictly abide by the following rules when dining at Mr. Fu's house..."

After reading this, Fu Jinyan stretched his neck to see his progress, but saw that Fu Shengyu was writing with his left hand while his right hand was covering the paper.

He is left-handed.

"What are you covering for?"

"My writing...compared with yours, it's not very elegant."

Fu Shengyu laughed out loud.

Fu Jinyan didn't care about him, and said that his handwriting was like his own, such a beautiful child, how could his handwriting be so ugly.

"First rule, go to the cafeteria when you recover from illness."

"Okay," Fu Shengyu nodded, "but I'm in poor health, and I won't be able to get better within ten and a half months."

"Rule number two, don't swear."

Fu Shengyu was wronged, he restrained himself in front of Fu Jinyan, the swear words were all insults to Teacher Fu.

"*, I didn't fucking say that."

"..."

"Okay, okay, don't swear."

Fu Shengyu's face was as suffocated as a pig's liver, and he wrote while repeating.

"Third, don't lie."

"Fourth, wash your underwear and socks by yourself, and don't throw them in the washing machine."

"Hmmmm...huh?" Fu Shengyu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Ha, bro, you agree that I'll sleep with you!"

Fu Jinyan was taken aback for a moment and made a mistake.

"Is there any more?" Fu Shengyu urged him happily from ear to ear.

Fu Jinyan thought about it for a while, but he didn't find any other shortcomings of the child.

"You don't smoke, do you?"

The school bully in middle school always hides in the toilet and smokes secretly.

Fu Shengyu shook his head like a rattle: "No smoking."

Fu Jinyan believes that smokers smell bad, but he smells good.

"Let's just leave it at that, leave a dozen lines below you, and just sign the guarantor in the lower right corner."

"Why so much space?"

Fu Jinyan muttered, "I'll add it later when I find out."

Fu Shengyu's signature was so arrogant that it almost ran out of paper.

"All right."

Fu Jinyan took it and prepared tape to stick it on the refrigerator.

But when he saw the font, he hesitated.

This is not elegant?

Fu Shengyu helped tear off the tape with his mouth.

"Come on bro, I'll post it for you."

"No need, I'll keep it for you."

Fu Jinyan quickly folded the paper and put it in his purse.

"Brother, you think my handwriting is ugly."

Fu Shengyu's mouth was flattened, and the eyes of the two puppies were watery. They were so wronged.

"It's not ugly either..."

Fu Jinyan never criticized anyone, and he didn't want to hurt the kid's self-esteem.

"It's just...every stroke is quite thoughtful."

……

All in all, Fu Shengyu stayed in Fu Jinyan's dormitory, and continued to be high for more than a week.

It was physical education class on Wednesday afternoon, and Fu Shengyu pretended to be sick until his hands and feet became limp. When he touched the basketball, he felt electric energy surge and his feet felt windy.

"Hurry up! Damn, we're going to smash the heads of the next class!"

Fu Shengyu flew down the stairs and headed straight for the *field.

"Brother Fu, can it work? They Ban Zhaxi Tsering is a thief!"

Fu Shengyu couldn't suppress his exuberant energy, and shouted: "You must fuck him! I'll show you my national second-level athlete certificate later..."

Fu Shengyu was already warming up by dribbling, while still thinking.

Tenzin Nyima leaned over to listen.

"*, fuck me, *, fuck me, *, fuck me..."

"Brother Fu, who are you scolding?"

Fu Shengyu stopped, looked around vigilantly, and lowered his voice.

"No, Mr. Fu won't let me swear, I signed the guarantee."

"so what?"

Fu Shengyu stood outside the three-point line, shot the ball with his left hand, and the basketball fell into the worn-out basket in a perfect arc.

"So I have to finish my swearing outside."