Sick pet: Fu Shaonuan's wife has to be coaxed

Chapter 35 037: She Initiated It!

At night, the light fades away, and everything is silent.

Building No. 1715, male dormitory, bedroom [-], but at this time the lights are bright.

With a low, slightly hoarse voice and an undeniable tone: "One more game."

Lu Zicang was about to cry, so he slumped on the bow-shaped chair, raised his hand, and rubbed his eyes hard twice.

His eyes were red from rubbing, but he still couldn't dispel the weariness in them, and moaned bitterly: "Brother Fu, I'm so weak, I really can't bear it!"

Fu Yan dropped the mouse, glanced at him, and sneered ruthlessly: "It won't work after a while? You are not weak, you are short-lived!"

"For a while?" Lu Zicang was going crazy, "It's almost four o'clock in the morning since I came back from get out of class, how about a while?"

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows, glanced at the lower right corner of the computer, and let out a lazy 'oh'.

Lu Zicang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could finally go to sleep, and heard Fu Yan calmly say, "It's only four o'clock, and there are still four hours left."

Lu Zicang wanted to vomit blood, raised his voice, and stared at him in disbelief: "Are you going to fight till dawn?"

"No?" Fu Yan put his hands behind his head, raised his head to relax, and said slowly, "Don't you often stay up all night?"

"Can it be the same!" Lu Zicang rubbed his neck and gritted his teeth, "Playing games all night, do you need your neck?"

Fu Yan didn't look at him, and narrowed his eyes slightly. The light from the screen shone on his face, sharpening the taut outline, and his long eyelashes drooped down, covering the dark undercurrents in his eyes.

He opened his mouth, and his voice was as soft as a whisper: "Otherwise, what else can I do..."

"Ah?" Lu Zicang forced his eyes open, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his pupils were all loose, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

"I said, you can go to sleep."

Too sleepy to turn his head, Lu Zicang's reaction was half a beat slow, and when he came back to his senses, as if he had been granted an amnesty, he scrambled to bed, closed his eyes and sighed: "Brother Fu, good people are safe in life!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a slight snoring sound.

Sleep in seconds!

Tsk irritably, Fu Yan directly unplugged the computer, took the cigarette case, and walked to the balcony.

With the scarlet fire and the lingering white smoke, Fu Yan leaned against the wall and looked at the twinkling stars in the night sky, but his eyes were dull.

Can't sleep, can't even be idle.

Like now, as long as the brain stops, the touch on the neck will become more and more clear.

He frowned tightly, his pupils stained with irritability.

It's fucking enough, how long has it been, why is it still not over...

He didn't notice when the smoke was burnt out, until he suddenly felt a burning sensation from his fingertips, and he let go of his hand, and the red light fell on the ground, and it beat faintly twice before it went out.

After only a second, Fu Yan didn't even think about it, and with a 'click', he lit another cigarette.

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Just as Lu Zicang thought, Fu Yan's neck hurt for a whole week.

The low air pressure on his body also lasted for a week, and it even seemed to be getting worse day by day.

Lu Zicang concluded that the source of Fu Yan's bad mood was probably Mu Jinyue.

Specifically, after the two collided head-on, Mu Jinyue directly ignored him.

After the last class in the morning, Lu Zicang put down the phone he had been staring at for a long time, turned his head to look at Fu Yan, his face full of interest: "Tomorrow, those trash from Nangao are coming."

Nangao is near Chaoling. In the past, there were many conflicts between the two schools. Later, Fu Yan sent Nangao bully to the hospital for two years.

After two years, it was interesting to provoke again.

Fu Yan would be very interested if it had been left in the past, but now...

He responded, but was obviously absent-minded.

Lu Zicang blinked in surprise, suddenly thought of something, and said, "Nan Gaoxin's bully, Mu Jinyue just dumped him a few days ago, do you think that's why he came here?"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Yan sat up straight, and his tone was a little more sneering: "Dumped? Did you think too much?"

It's just a transaction, but is it really a relationship?
Thinking about it, Fu Yan made a 'tss' sound again, and twitched the corner of his mouth in disdain.

Lu Zicang: "..." What is he talking about?do not understand at all.

But it doesn't matter whether you understand it or not, Lu Zicang laughed a little "hehe" and jokingly said, "Why did you have such a big reaction when you mentioned Mu Jinyue?" It was even bigger than the reaction to the mention of a fight!
Fu Yan's expression was unnatural for a moment, his face turned cold, and he pretended to be calm: "You think too much, it's just because...she caused trouble," he paused, as if thinking of something, he hummed again "That's right, they have knights, so don't worry about it."

Even he himself didn't realize that when he said the word 'Knights', his tone became a little bit more serious.

"The Knights are not by her side all the time, and they don't even know that people from Nangao are coming," Lu Zicang said casually, "Those people are despicable and shameless, who knows..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Yan suddenly stood up, nodded with a straight expression, "You are right, as an alumnus, I think I should remind her."

Lu Zicang blinked blankly.

Before he could say anything, Fu Yan stretched his legs and strode out of the classroom.

Lu Zicang was speechless, why didn't he know that Fu Yan was such an enthusiastic person?
He also thought of Fu Yan's appearance when he first transferred here. He was a young boy, good-looking, but extremely arrogant, with a haughty and arrogant expression, and the words 'I will not accept anyone in the world' were written on his face.

Now...hehehe.

Regardless of how Lu Zicang complained, Fu Yan, who was devoted to being friendly to his alumni, had already swaggered towards the classroom of class two (three) of high school.

During lunch time, there were few people in the corridor and few people left in the classroom, but Fu Yan's appearance still caused a commotion.

But the central figure who caused the commotion didn't look sideways, and his eyes quickly swept around the classroom, slightly dimmed.

Not here.

Frowning, Fu Yan put his hands in his pockets and walked back slowly on his slender legs.

It's really slow, three steps equals one step.

But until he reached the stairs, no one he wanted to see appeared.

An unspeakable irritability welled up in his heart, and his eyes sank, and just when the inexplicable anger was about to reach its peak, he blew it away with a 'swoosh'.

In the eyes of some ink, there is a figure reflected, slender, straight, exquisite and beautiful.

Both body and consciousness were honest, he stepped forward in two steps, and he was not angry when he saw her ignoring her as usual, so he took a step sideways and stood in front of her.

Mu Jinyue raised her eyes, calmly and indifferently: "Student, please step aside." It was as if the two of them didn't know each other at all.

Fu Yan felt that he should be angry, but in fact, he was not only not angry, but seemed a little happy.

Ignore whether he is indifferent or not, at least, she took the initiative to talk to him!
She took the initiative!
At this moment, Fu Yan has completely forgotten that he was the one who blocked his way first...

(End of this chapter)