Act like a spoiled brat every day

Chapter 72
"Clap" sound.

With the palm of his hand, he slapped the dark wood desk hard, making a deep and muffled movement. The young man lifted his eyelids lazily, his eyebrows moved slightly, and his expression was quite calm. : "No copy."

"None of the answers can be matched. If these are all copied answers by you, then either the person who was copied is not smart, or there is something wrong with your brain."

The head teacher of class nine held a test paper in his palm, propped the table with one hand, squinted his eyes half-closed as if inquiring, and his eyes fell on the side face of the cold and hostile boy on the opposite side.

There were only the two of them in the office, and the atmosphere was a little alienated and cold for a while.

Fu Qi is thin and slender, standing lazily, standing at a safe distance, the light divides the ground, the young man hides in the dim color, the velvet eyelashes drooping slightly, and the half-constricted pupil color.

The thin and soft crimson lips were slightly pursed into a pale line, Fu Qi's Adam's apple rolled down, and he frowned slightly.

"Fu Qi, you are very smart."

The head teacher of Class Nine took the initiative to break the silence. She brushed her hair casually, changed her hand movements, put her fingertips on the roll, and smiled kindly at the boy with an expression of "I see it through".

"Fill in the wrong answer, and most of the big questions behind are empty. If other teachers correct your test paper, they may not be able to discover your tricks." The teacher glanced at the clean desktop, "But it's a pity, Fu Qi, I have handled your paper many times."

"No tricks," Fu Qi responded calmly, with nothing wrong on his face, as calm as a cold deep pool, "This is my real score."

"Listen to your nonsense."

The head teacher of class nine didn't believe it at all. Looking at him now, it was like watching a child's sophistry, but fortunately, she was well prepared.

Most of the exam papers in Huayi High School were machine-reformed. When Fu Qi’s exam papers were sorted out for the first time, Lao Jiu felt that the students who could make mistakes in more than a dozen multiple-choice questions in a row were also talents. He felt quite novel, so he took pictures This historic evidence.

Photos passed in front of Fu Qi one by one, Lao Jiu saw the other party's rare silence, and a sense of accomplishment came instantly: "Fu Qi, what a coincidence, why is your answer so coincidental every time, just like Biao Answer One is not bad, and the wrong order is so regular?"

"..."

Fu Qi twitched the corners of his lips, with a cold expression, he explained casually: "Coincidence."

coincidence.

It is indeed a coincidence.

When he was sleepy, he would occasionally write lazily and use such a stupid routine, but he never expected that he would be caught by this teacher every time.

The young man silently straightened the corners of his lips, raised his eyelids, and spoke slowly.

"Whatever you want to talk about, anyway, this time I discussed with the teachers of the second grade group, and we will count the multiple-choice scores for you this time."

Fu Qi: "..."

"And there is a bigger news to tell you."

The head teacher of class nine mysteriously took out a thin A4 paper, and folded the paper pretending to be mysterious, only revealing Fu Qi's ranking.

"The last exam in the second grade of high school, the difficulty of the test paper will inevitably increase, but you, Fu Qi."

"It's the only one in the whole grade who got all the multiple-choice questions right."

"Are you surprised, are you surprised?"

*
card.

When Fu Qi came out of the office, his temples throbbed with pain.

Probably because the head teacher of class [-] is getting old, he speaks in a slow and gentle tone, just like a Tang monk chanting scriptures, and the chanting makes people headache.

After talking about it, the central idea of ​​that long speech is just a sentence "Don't give up on yourself, the world is big, and there may be many people in places you can't see, expecting you to gradually get better."

"..."

After stepping out of the office, Fu Qi lowered his eyes, his expression low, his knuckle fingers clutched the answer sheet, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

Stepping on the broken light all over the place, the boy walked slowly towards Class [-], Grade [-].

Like a poor frog sitting in a well and looking at the sky, he thinks that the small piece of sky he sees is all there is; The world is full of light and beauty.

The teacher just now really touched Fu Qi's cold heart, but when he calmed down, he realized very clearly——

The world is indeed big, but this is the 21st century, an era of rapid high-tech development. In this era, human feelings are indifferent and selfish, and the few soft and good intentions are maliciously consumed.Pedestrians on the street come and go in a hurry, spending too much, even the last bit of warm flame has disappeared.

Unknown people, unknown corners.

The blood family relationship still can't lead to warm heart, can't bring up caring and comforting love.

Why should they have expectations for a person who has fallen into the quagmire?
The word longing is often associated with innocence.

"Fu Qi!"

The corridor is quiet and deserted, the young man's slender and straight figure is lonely and loose, under the scorching sun, there is a milky sound mixed with a slight running sound, from far to near, the other party is probably still holding something in his hand, and there is friction between the plastics. The world's tedious slight noise.

The boy didn't turn his head back, but only slightly bent his legs.

next second.

A soft and fragrant body threw himself on his back, and the other party hooked Fu Qi's neck very familiarly.

Embracing him with one hand, holding a little bit of bread in the other hand, biting open the packaging bag with the tip of her snow-white teeth, Ji Jiujiu let out a "bah", and then smacked the bread on the boy's chin.

"Hey, this is the little bread that the real fairy bought for you." The little girl hung on the boy and was carried away by Fu Qi, "Open your mouth, carry me well, and I will feed you to finish."

Fu Qi: "..."

Ji Jiujiu didn't see this guy open his mouth for a long time, so he frowned, and then smacked his chin with his little paw: "? What are you doing, are you angry?"

"...Why am I angry?"

Fu Qi sighed helplessly, and lost her temper, "Ji Jiujiu, your mouth grows on your chin?"

The little girl immediately replied seriously: "Your mouth grows on your chin."

The corridors of the teaching building are long and quiet, with lights scattered everywhere. The little guy on Fu Qi’s back is chattering, his little mouth opening and closing. After watching him eat the bread, this guy looks like Doraemon again. Take out a cup of soy milk.

"Jiang Shen said that you like to drink the soy milk from this family." Ji Jiujiu stretched out his small hand, poked the soy milk with a straw, and his voice was unconsciously tinged with a little pride, soft and sweet like a pure natural sweet spring in a mountain stream, "so I flew over with a teleportation, how about it, isn’t it amazing?”

Ji Jiujiu always talked a lot. At a certain moment, Fu Qi suddenly felt that what the head teacher of class [-] said was not so unreasonable.

For example, he and Ji Jiujiu.

When they had never met before, she took the initiative to step on the light, bouncing up and down, and came with a smile.

The boy's eyes flashed, and he bit the straw with the tip of his teeth.

With a hoarse voice, he said steadily: "You are amazing, Ji Jiujiu is the best in the world."

at some point.

Fu Qi twitched his eyelashes, and some dusty thoughts in his heart suddenly moved.

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[writer's words]
I'm going to read some indescribable essays~
Oh yeah!
Good night, my babes!

(End of this chapter)