Bai Yueguang came to seek reunion again

"Hey, at the same table, is the candy delicious?"

During the class break, Kuang Yuan leaned over and asked with a smile, and Fu Zhihuai suddenly remembered the pile of candies...

He paused, and continued to write the formula: "I didn't eat."

"Ah?" Kuwabara couldn't understand: "Don't you even eat the candy I gave you? It's delicious. There are lemon flavors, strawberry flavors... I like lychees best."

Fu Zhihuai couldn't understand his enthusiastic attitude towards everyone.He stopped writing and looked over with a slight frown: "Why give me sugar."

"Why? This is a question worth thinking about..."

Kuwahara pretended to be deep in thought for a long time, and finally explained honestly under Fu Zhihuai's cold eyes: "Well, it's because I want to make friends with you. You think, we are at the same table, so we must be better than others yes."

"It doesn't make sense."

"Yes, if I say yes, then there must be. Good tablemate, it's okay if you don't want to be friends with me, it's fine for us to talk like this."

Kuwahara rested his head on his arm and watched him write the questions, and at some point in his mouth he had another piece of sugar in his mouth. The sweet peach flavor made his tone of voice sticky and soft:

"Candy, don't return it to me. You don't have to eat it if you don't want to eat it. Anyway, don't return it to me... It would be too embarrassing to take back the things I gave away. And it's still such sweet and delicious candy..."

When he got home at night, Fu Zhihuai quietly did his homework facing the candy.Tired of writing, he stopped and stared at those small round, colorful candies in a daze.

Tian Yue came in to put his clothes on, glanced at the sugar bowl, and asked, "Zhihuai, when did you like sugar?"

Fu Zhihuai looked away for a moment and looked down at the homework: "No. It was given by my classmate."

"Girl." Tian Yue smiled. She was used to this kind of thing, but she still couldn't help reminding: "You look good, and it's not surprising that girls like it. But it's their business to like you. Don't distract me, let alone harm the little girl! The three years of high school are the most critical, if you mess around at this time, you will regret it for the rest of your life..."

She retreated while muttering, and brought in a cup of hot milk after a while: "Go to bed after finishing your homework, ah."

Fu Zhihuai nodded, and the nib of the pen stopped next to a certain question, and did not move for a long time.

When he heard the voices in the next bedroom disappear and the sound of the TV also quieted down, he slowly relaxed his tense body, and reached out his hand to touch a candy out of the jar.

Peel off the sugar paper, this one is light yellow, it should be lemon flavor.Fu Zhihuai threw the sugar into his mouth, and the light sour and salty taste made people instantly refreshed.It didn't take long for the sour smell on the outside to melt away, and the sweetness of the candy center slowly spread.

Two slender fingers touched the wrinkled sugar paper, slowly stretched and flattened it, and then sandwiched it into a thick book.

Fu Zhihuai took a breath and slowly lay down on the desk, looked sideways at the sugar jar, and tapped it with his fingers.

After a spring rain, there were several days of continuous sunshine, and the temperature gradually warmed up.Most of the students took off their bloated sweaters and long johns, and put on light spring clothes, and more and more people actively came to school for morning reading every day.

In the morning, as soon as Kuwahara entered the classroom door with his hands holding the pancakes, he was caught by the head teacher who came to supervise the morning reading in advance.In the end, I could only squat outside the classroom, crying and writing the self-criticism.

Fu Zhihuai came back from cleaning the cleaning area with a few classmates, walked past him with a broom, and was pulled at the bottom of his trousers: "Old Fu, Old Fu."

Old Fu looked down at him expressionlessly, while Kuang Yuan raised his face and scratched his ears and asked, "How do you write the review? Five hundred characters are too many, I'm going to die."

"Sang Yuaner! Why don't you write a good review, and still gossiping here?!" The class teacher Xu Wenwen rushed out to scold Sang Yuan again when he heard the voice: "Let's see how many words you can hold in class until you write! If you don't come out, just squat here for me all day today! Fu Zhihuai, go in for class."

Kuwahara didn't have the guts to talk back to the teacher, so he lowered his head sadly and continued to draw the villain on the paper.

Ten minutes later, a piece of paper floated out of the window and landed at his feet.

Sang Yuan thought that someone was throwing trash casually, but when he looked up, Liu Xiaopang, who was sitting by the window, was winking at him.Kuwahara understood instantly, and moved to blow a kiss.

He picked up the piece of paper and opened it gently on his lap.Hey, Liu Xiaopang's handwriting is quite good, the one with iron and silver hooks must have practiced calligraphy.

Kuwahara smoothly transcribed this review onto his own paper, and even the villain jumped up and went to the class teacher before he could wipe it off: "Teacher, teacher, I'm done!"

Xu Wenwen accepted his review suspiciously, glanced at it a few times, and frowned: "Okay, the review is very sincere. Go, hurry up and read the book."

"Teacher." Kuang Yuan looked at him, and asked again boldly: "Hmm... Where's my hand pancake?"

Xu Wenwen was stunned for a moment, and said, "Throw it away! Is it possible that I still keep it for myself to eat? High-ranking, high-ranking, hurry up."

Kuwahara glanced at the cake crumbs around his mouth, didn't speak, and returned to his seat thoughtfully.

Fu Zhihuai flipped through the book and glanced at him sideways.Kuwahara took out his textbook and muttered to himself: "I'm so hungry, my God, I'll go buy a piece of bread and eat it later. I hate this poor school, you don't even let you eat pancakes..."

Noticing the eyes of his deskmate, he looked over with some doubts: "What's the matter, old man? Are you hungry too? All right, I'll go to the supermarket after class and bring you a piece of bread."

"Don't eat." After Fu Zhihuai said coldly, Kuang Yuan took out a piece of paper from his pocket and said happily:

"Hey, I really have to thank Liu Xiaopang. Speaking of which, his handwriting is quite good. Just in time to ask him if he wants to eat...Old Fu, what are you looking at me for? It's cold, I'm afraid. "

Fu Zhihuai ignored him.This morning, Fu Zhihuai refused to talk to him.

Kuwahara felt puzzled, but kindly brought him back a box of mango stuffed cakes.Fu Zhihuai didn't want it, so he secretly stuffed it into the other's desk drawer full of books when everyone was about to leave after school.

In the afternoon, the little cake was put back on Kuwahara's table.

He threw the cake a little annoyed, and kept staring at Fu Zhihuai: "Old Fu, why are you so awkward with me, why don't you just talk about it if you have something to say?"

Fu Zhihuai didn't speak for a long time, Kuang Yuan snorted coldly, turned his body and ignored him.The first cold war between the two began.

At the end of the month, two days before the exam, it rained a few more times.Although the rain is not heavy, the weather has been gloomy, which affects the mood.

Kuwahara leaned against the door of the classroom and chatted with Shi Yuanen, and when it came to the wedding banquet that he was going to attend on the weekend, he always looked impatient.

Shi Yuanen had a cigarette in his mouth, and his school uniform jacket was loosely open. At first glance, he was not a good student.In the past two years in the fifth middle school, his notoriety has already spread.

The classmates in Class [-] who had a relationship with him looked at him, and he squinted and stared back, frowning, and said to Kuwahara:

"Why are you guys so boring? Have you ever seen a handsome guy? Who are you, what is Fu, don't you still claim to be the most handsome school girl in the history of No. [-] Middle School? Damn, I'm so sour."

Kuwahara has only been here for a few weeks, and he didn't know that Fu Zhihuai still had such a grievous second-year title. It's kind of funny to think about it. Just as he was about to laugh, the master approached him expressionlessly with a paper in his hand.

He turned cold for a moment, and snorted: "It's just so-so. There are still more handsome guys in the third middle school."

Shi Yuanen blinked ambiguously: "That's right. Let me see, your soul is still hooked by someone in the third middle school, right?"

Fu Zhihuai passed by the two of them, his brows were slightly frowned, and he kept walking, passing by like the wind.

"It's your mother's head." Kuwahara gave him an irritable look, and turned to enter the classroom.Shi Yuanen's mother left him and ran away with someone long ago, and he didn't mind Kuang Yuan's scolding, so he stretched out his hand to hold him back: "Young master, I'm the one who is cheap. Stop, I haven't prepared yet, let's chat for another five dollars." of."

Kuwahara stretched out his hand and said dully, "Bring the money first."

Shi Yuanen cursed with a smile, and took out Zhang Shifu from his trouser pocket and handed it to him. Kuang Yuan put it in his pocket with satisfaction, and said casually: "Yes, I have the money to buy water for the old man."

"Pfft, who is your name?" Shi Yuanen put on a startled expression: "Old, Fu? The one we just talked about? You have such a good relationship with him?"

"What a fart!" Kuang Yuan realized, blushing in anger, turned around and rushed into the classroom, Shi Yuanen couldn't even shout.

There will be an exam later, so Fu Zhihuai stopped reading and quietly packed his books and stationery.Kuwahara glared at him bitterly, turned his head and lay on his arms pretending to be asleep, his mind was buzzing with what Shi Yuanen said just now, and he couldn't calm down no matter what.

Who else is in the third middle school... Who else can there be in the third middle school?A big bastard!

The invigilator has already entered the class and started to split the papers.Fu Zhihuai glanced at Kuang Yuan, just as he was about to reach out to knock on his desk, he saw the man got up by himself and sat down lazily.

The corners of Kuwahara's eyes were red, noticing his movement, he glanced over and didn't speak.

This childish and nonsensical cold war has lasted for almost half a month.

Fu Zhihuai clenched the pen tightly in his hand, feeling that life was no different from before, but also slightly annoyed by the sweet taste of those candies on his tongue.

Kuang Yuan seems to be the "bad boy from a rich family" his mother said, but Fu Zhihuai still clearly senses that this person is not bad.

Not only wasn't it bad, it was also different from anyone he'd known before.Kuwabara is like a little sun that radiates light and heat at any time, wherever it goes, it becomes extraordinarily warm—the kind of irresistible warmth.

Fu Zhihuai took the test paper handed in front, and sighed lowly.

After this test is over, he will take the initiative to have a word with Kuwahara.After all, they are at the same table, so it is impossible to keep fighting until graduation.

This morning's exam is a comprehensive essay. After one exam, I will review the subjects in the afternoon and then I can leave school.

After the two-and-a-half-hour exam was over, there were laments in the classroom one after another, and many people gathered together to discuss the questions that they were not sure about just now.Fu Zhihuai slowly packed the stationery, zipped up the schoolbag, looked up, Zhou Yunjiao sat opposite him with her face in her hands, and asked with a smile: "Fu Zhihuai, have you written the last big question in history?"

The history questions for today's test have been announced in advance by the teacher, as long as you memorize them by heart, you will not make mistakes.Fu Zhihuai didn't know that there was any need to discuss this kind of question, so he glanced at her before saying, "I wrote it."

"Ah..." Zhou Yunjiao blinked her eyes: "I knew it well at first, but I couldn't remember it when I wrote it, and I didn't finish it in the end, so I guess I will deduct a few points. You have such a good memory, you will definitely not make mistakes. I'm so wrong, right?"

Fu Zhihuai couldn't understand why she came here to talk nonsense more and more, so he frowned impatiently and said in a perfunctory tone, "Yes."

Zhou Yunjiao's face froze, she forced a few laughs, got up and left resentfully.

After she left, Fu Zhihuai finally turned his head to look at Kuang Yuan, but the other party was listening to music with earphones on, and he didn't seem to want to be disturbed.

Fu Zhihuai hesitated while turning his pen, wondering if his sudden action would make Kuang Yuan angry.

"Sang Yuan, Kuang Yuan!" Liu Xiaopang knelt on the stool with one leg, straightened his upper body and tried to wave in this direction: "Someone is looking for you outside!"

Kuwahara took off the headphone cable, stood up irritably and looked out the window.In the next second, his entire face was flushed red, his lips were trembling as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

He dropped his cell phone and strode out of the classroom: "Fuck... why are you here?!"

The arrival of that person caused a commotion inside and outside the class. Fu Zhihuai raised his eyes and vaguely saw a tall and thin figure in the corridor.The other party was wearing the uniform light blue shirt and black trousers of the third middle school, with a jacket in his hand, leaning slightly by the window and talking to Kuwahara, his laughter was gentle and clear, like a spring breeze.

Fu Zhihuai lowered his eyes, and continued to spin his pen in a bored manner, dispelling the idea of ​​taking the initiative to make friends with Kuwahara.