A Li Fugui was thrown into Marysu

"how come……"

A piece of biscuit knelt on the ground as if lost his soul, with disbelief and despair in his eyes, "Could it be that... biscuit really can't dance?"

Bibing cried sadly.

"..."

Li Fugui couldn't help turning his head and said to Yu Chizheng: "What should I do, I really want to eat biscuits..."

"..."

He wondered, "At the same table, are you asleep?"

Yu Chizheng's entire face was buried in the quilt, only a few strands of black hair were left exposed, and Li Fugui realized that the other party had been lying on the side for a long time without moving. If it was normal, no matter how little he talked, he would Say a few words to yourself.

The person under the quilt was silent for a moment, and the next second, a muffled voice came through the soft quilt, "...No."

"Then why are you bored in the quilt?"

Li Fugui didn't think much, and lifted the quilt casually, only to see that Yu Chizheng was sweating on his forehead. The latter was caught off guard by the quilt, his eyes were slightly wide open, and he looked at him in panic as if he was afraid of something.

Li Fugui was taken aback, and looked at him strangely, "...is it so hot?"

Yuchi Zheng: "..."

not talking.

He stretched his body, took the remote control by the bedside, and lowered the heat a few degrees.

On the large LCD TV, Bingbing was still struggling to learn the dance moves. Li Fugui watched with gusto. At this time, seeing Yuchizheng looking bored, he suddenly remembered that the other party was here to give him extra lessons. He said before, "Just take a rest for a while." ", now look at the clock, he has watched TV for more than an hour.

Li Fugui: Ahem, I feel a little guilty.

"Uh, that...you see, Biscuit is struggling to become a dancer, and we, as the audience, have to encourage it not to..."

It means, we can’t just ignore such a hard-working biscuit, let’s keep watching the cartoon!

Sima Zhaozhi's heart, his hint was very straightforward, Yu Chizheng naturally understood what he meant, if he might have persuaded him before, but now his heart is in a mess, wishing Li Fugui would immerse himself in the cartoon Ignore him to give his beating heart room to breathe.

"...Well, let's see."

Yuchizheng agreed quickly.

Li Fugui glanced at him in surprise, his mind only turned for a moment, and he couldn't be more moved.What a considerate teacher this is. He knows that students may not want to learn because they are addicted to cartoons, but they don’t stop them. Instead, they condone this behavior and let students combine work and rest. Re-enter learning to achieve better grades.

How great it would be if teachers/parents all over the world thought this way!

The student Li Fugui who was touched made up his mind that after he finished reading the biscuits, he must study hard and live up to Teacher Yuchi's expectations of him!

but!The teachers are so considerate, and the students can’t be white-eyed wolves. They must know how to be grateful. How can they only care about their own happiness? Watching good-looking cartoons together!

While still in commercial time, Li Fugui quickly shook Yuchizheng's body, "Hurry up, come and watch the cookies with me!"

Yuchi Zheng:? ? ?

"Hey, I really shouldn't. I watched such a beautiful cartoon by myself and didn't call you. It's not too late. Little Biscuit hasn't learned how to dance yet, and the main event is coming later!"

Yuchi Zheng: "..."

Beneath his calm exterior was his painful and struggling heart.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Li Fugui fell down near the pillow that Yu Chizheng was lying on, next to him, and continued to shake his arm, "Get up, get up! Come watch with me, get up, get up, there are only 30 seconds left in the commercial." ..."

Unconsciously, it has a little coquettish meaning.

During Yu Chizheng's 18 years of self-discipline and calmness like an ascetic monk, Li Fugui is definitely not a baby, but he is the most coquettish person and the first person to act coquettishly with him.

In the past, Yu Chizheng heard him act like a baby many times, intentionally or unintentionally, whether it was the act of acting like a baby who happily asked him for snacks, or the act of acting like a baby with complaints, he accepted it together, and he liked Li Fugui's acting like a baby to him very much. Appearance of intimacy.

But now, because of his unknown thoughts, when he heard that familiar drawn-out tone, he suddenly had goose bumps all over his body.

Li Fugui dragged his tone, "There are only 10 seconds left in the advertisement—"

"9 seconds--"

"7 seconds--"

With a long tone, "6 seconds—"

Suddenly, a powerful hand stretched out from under the quilt and grabbed his wrist.

Immediately, the person in the quilt sat up, with Li Fugui's familiar helplessness in his tone, "I'll watch with you..."

At the same time, the voice of the TV sounded: "The "Biscuit Dancer" continues!"

Li Fugui smiled with deep dimples.

"Wooooow, the national dance competition is about to start, I still can't dance..."

Little Biscuit cried countless times.

"Excuse me, is this the home of Biscuit?"

Biscuit wiped away tears and opened the door, "I am Biscuit, may I ask who you are?"

The little green group said happily: "I'm Matcha. I saw you post on the sandwich cake forum saying that I want to find a dance partner to participate in the national dance competition, so I came to you."

Little Biscuit's red and swollen eyes lit up from crying, "Really?! I wrote that I was a little biscuit on the post, I thought no one would want to find a biscuit as a partner..."

Little Green Tuan comforted him, "It's okay, I'm just a matcha, so don't dislike either of us."

Li Fugui and Yuchizheng: "..."

Li Fugui looked at it with gusto, and felt something was missing in his mouth, so he squatted down and pulled out a large box from under the bed, which was full of snacks. He took a few packets of potato chips and shrimp crackers, and clicked ate up.

Yuchi Zheng: "..."

There is another mystery behind this bed.

Hearing a crunching sound, Li Fugui let out a painful "ah" and covered his face.

Yuchizheng was startled, and quickly asked him, "What's wrong?"

Li Fugui's mouth was open, and he could only reply "ahhh".

The fat cheeks of the baby were crowded together, and the eyebrows were furrowed.

Yu Chizheng couldn't help worrying, and said anxiously: "Is it a tooth that has been knocked, come, let me have a look."

Li Fugui opened his mouth wide, Yu Chizheng approached him, examined his teeth carefully, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, there is no bleeding..."

He glanced at the potato chips that Li Fugui was still holding in his hand, "But don't eat these potato chips for now, or you will knock them again later."

Even if he didn't say it, of course Li Fugui didn't dare to eat it. He threw the potato chips on the bedside table in resentment. He ate them just now, but now he stared at them as if killing his father and enemy, "Stinky Potato chips, I like you so much, but you hurt me!"

Yuchi Zheng: "..."

"But..." Yu Chizheng was stunned, looked down at Li Fugui's fingers, gently tugged at his sleeve, and said, "Don't tell my mother... my brother can't tell either! Otherwise, they won't let you I ate potato chips...QAQ”

Yuchizheng looked at him for a long time, and finally couldn't help it. He obeyed his inner desire and reached out to touch his head. His hair was fluffy and his eyes were bright. Knowing that he had promised him, Yuchizheng smiled lightly. , thin lips parted slightly: "It's okay, I can eat for you."

Li Fugui was completely dumbfounded.

Yuchizheng's smile grew stronger.

Sure enough, I still like to tease him.

After going around and around, it finally came to the day of the National Dance Competition.

Little biscuits and little matcha hugged each other and cried.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, we can't win the championship..."

"Don't talk about the champions, we don't know how to dance at all. Sure enough, the biscuits and matcha can only stay in the bakery? I can't help my fate as promised..."

Little Biscuit wiped away her tears, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and sincerely prayed to the god, "My beloved dancing god, although I am just a biscuit, my love for dance is no less than that of human beings. I beg you, give me this once." Chance to dance on stage!"

Perhaps it was the belief of the little biscuit that successfully moved the god of dancing, the little biscuit opened his eyes suddenly, "Match, matcha! I'm going to be burnt!"

Matcha took a deep breath, "It smells like biscuits."

Li Fugui: ...One thing to say and one thing to be sure.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Biscuit turned into a human.

Before he had time to be happy, he quickly bargained with the god, "Master God, can I also turn my partner Matcha into a human being, and send the Buddha to the West."

Finally, the biscuit and the little matcha both turned into human beings, and the dance competition officially started. The two began to hold each other's hands and dance lightly.

Until the second half of the cartoon, Li Fugui watched silently and earnestly. At this time, watching the biscuit and matcha dance, he suddenly had a doubt. He asked Yuchizheng: "Do you think this action can be done by humans?"

"..."

He watched the lingering dancing on TV, the inseparable biscuits and matcha, and shook his head.

But with other unknown purposes in mind, he said in a mysterious way: "We can try to see if this action can work."

He added veiledly, "After all, practice makes knowledge."

Li Fugui: "..."

Not at all, big brother, not at all.

"The last dish, tomato scrambled eggs, is the young master's favorite dish." Wang Ma brought the dish to the table, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mama Wang." He Xingxing said, and she kicked her eldest son again, ordering him, "Go, tell Fuguier and Yuchi to come down for lunch."

He Ankang: "..."

Tool man, tool soul.

He felt miserable, so he resigned himself to go upstairs to Li Fugui's room.

Because the door was ajar, He Ankang didn't knock on the door, just pushed the door open and walked in. What he saw was:

Yu Chizheng and his younger brother are doing some weird and difficult movements on the bed, like dancing, gymnastics, and martial arts, but more like...

Something Lujiang can't write about.

He Ankang: "..."

Li Fugui: "..."

Yuchi Zheng: "..."

He Ankang's usually expressionless face cracked.

"Hi, excuse me..."

He backed away silently, closed the door for them intimately, and said before closing the door: "Go on, go on."

Li Fugui: No, bro!You listen to me explain! ! !