delicate flowers and weeds

Tang Hua didn't know about the dire situation in the group.

Zhou Rong fetched water for him, he and Fei Cao had a good time here.

Fei Cao tilted her head and raised her eyebrows: "At the same table?"

Tang Hua nodded and accepted the title.

Fei Cao's expression showed no emotion, she lightly tasted these two words, and smiled: "I have never been at the same table."

He was so light and flirtatious, but Tang Hua's heart tightened: "I never have."

The young master even taught the enlightenment by his grandfather himself, so he really didn't have a deskmate.

Fei Cao looked at his eyes, clear and clear, full of doubts: "Why?"

He asked about the construction site, the low-footed building, and the present.

The young master of the Tang family, who is the star of the moon, frequently appears in these inappropriate places. Once or twice can be regarded as a coincidence, but if there are too many times, it is intentional.

Why?

Fei Cao always had the absurd idea of ​​"he's coming after me", but then she laughed at herself thinking, what can he do, it's worth the trouble of a young master carved with gold and jade.

Tang Hua lowered her eyes, her complexion was cold and pale, and she looked obedient from this angle.

"I don't know... I just think that the first time I see you, I want to be friends with you."

Fei Cao moved closer to him, and the youthful heat spread from his body little by little, and he said word by word: "At the same table, you should stay away from people like me. I'm not suitable to be a friend."

Your kind?What kind of person are you?

Unable to hear such self-deprecation, what flashed in Tang Hua's mind was that clean and self-disciplined young man, working hard to make money, living upwards, with a straight waist, nothing could crush him.

You are obviously fine.

Tang Hua shook her head, her voice was clear and firm: "No, Fei Cao, you are fine, you are better than you think."

Fei Cao smiled: "At the same table, never put your hopes on a stranger, when you find out that he is not the kind of person you think, you will be very disappointed."

He immersed himself in his homework again: "When the time comes, young master, I won't pay for your disappointment."

But Tang Hua felt sad in his heart.

This is the first time the young master mustered up the courage to approach a person.

Obviously...

Obviously, the other party bought him a cold drink and squeezed orange juice before, and the two of them could still sit and chat together calmly, and the other party would tell him about the unknown past.

He almost thought that the two were already friends.

Tang Hua knew that if someone approached her again and again, she would feel that the other party had ulterior motives and was uneasy and kind.

This cannot be blamed on Fei Cao.

In fact, Fei Cao had to be on guard against others in this way, so as not to foolishly fall for the tricks of the time-traveling woman.

But thinking this way in his heart, Tang Hua still felt a kind of unreasonable grievance.

He curled his lips, and the whole flower wilted down, feeling that he was meddling in his own business, and he didn't know which tendon was making him feel guilty. He insisted on coming to school, and in an instant, those novelty and longing feelings disappeared, leaving only regret Roll up.

Fei Cao was about to be laughed out of anger.

He doesn't like things beyond his control. Life is a step-by-step process. Even if there are occasional accidents, he can always handle them very well. Now, for no reason, a young master came into his life uninvited.

He lived a peaceful life like stagnant water.

He wasn't angry yet, but the other party was like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, losing all spirit.

He didn't want to talk to him at first, the young master of the rich family likes to be passionate and unilaterally impulsive, those who provoke him are like this, and so are those who pursue him.

Fei Cao knew that the best way to deal with these young masters was to ignore them, and when their enthusiasm subsided, they would naturally feel bored and find another fun, and he would also be able to be clean.

But I don't know why, maybe Tang Hua is too good-looking, maybe the other party is not like those wine bags and rice bags, Fei Cao just can't control her heart, and can't see the other party's sadness.

So he sighed, that's all!

As long as this young master is not too much.

He is willing to accompany him to play a "friend" drama until the other party loses interest.

So he pushed over his paper: "At the same table, in the next math class, Mr. Fang is going to talk about the paper, can you read it first?"

He gave me a step, but with two simple sentences, the clouds and mist were cleared away, making Tang Hua's little thoughts disappear in an instant, so he took the opportunity to take it: the handwriting on it was neat, without a single mistake, full marks!

It is said that calligraphy is like a person. Tanghua's calligraphy was learned from a famous calligrapher since childhood, and it is elegant and exquisite.Ke Feicao should be the words that describe his grandmother, and it is obviously a graceful figure, but he highlights a vigorous and wild vigor.

Tang Hua didn't take part in the quiz, so naturally he didn't read the paper either.

So he looked at it carefully, and unconsciously compared:

Well, I can get this multiple choice question right too.

Well, that's all for the fill-in-the-blank question?It's too simple.

……

But the more you go down, the more difficult it becomes. The math problems that open up the gap are often the big ones. These are all the pits that the teacher who gave the questions painstakingly dug. If you are not careful, the answer will be a thousand miles away.

Ke Feicao answered the questions neatly and neatly, with meticulous and reasonable rules, and even the last question that was obviously beyond the standard did not bother him.

What surprised Tang Hua even more was that there was an additional question at the back of the test paper, worth 20 points.Theoretically, it is enough to get one right, but Fei Cao answered all three questions.

That is to say, in two hours of answering time, he made a test paper that far exceeded the full mark, without any carelessness, and his handwriting was not scribbled. He may have already had the next question in his mind when he was doing this question. train of thought.

Tut tut, look, what is a genius?

Tang Hua substituted himself, and had to admit that he would never be able to reach the level of Fei Cao.

Seeing him fascinated by the last additional question, Fei Cao asked: "Don't you understand? Don't read it, this is not the test site for the college entrance examination."

"what?"

Fei Cao explained: "Teacher Fang used to be a judge of Mathematics Olympiad. He likes to write out some of the current Mathematics Olympiad questions at the back of the paper. It's okay if you don't answer them. This is the habit of the class in the class."

Oh, no wonder I didn't see Tang Hua during the exam.

Tang Hua: "But you not only did it, but you were all right."

Fei Cao replied casually: "The paper is simple, and there is too much time, so I will do it by the way."

too much time...

Too much……

Just did it by the way...

By the way?

Tang Hua: "..."

At the same table, another person heard you say that, you are going to be beaten, do you know?

When Zhou Rong came back, the young master was seriously reading the paper. He wanted to threaten the young master's tablemate to change seats with him, but Fei Cao was sitting inside, writing something non-stop, and he couldn't disturb the young master, so he lightly Gently put down the water glass, glared at Fei Cao and went back to his place.

He didn't dare to disturb Tang Hua, so he grabbed his nerdy deskmate, gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you know what paper the young master is reading?"

The nerd who was half a beat late was pulled by his sleeve, thinking it was the school bully who came to find fault, and finally saw that he was not pleasing to the eye, and wanted to let himself pack up and roll to another position. When he heard his question, he was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth wide and did not say anything Come on.

Zhou Rong was most annoyed by this kind of person, and asked impatiently, "Do you really know?"

Only then did the nerd nod, and he took out a clean paper from the desk and handed it over: "Teacher Fang's quiz last week... this class will be taught..."

Zhou Rong took the paper, with a delicate name written on it: "Chen Ziqing", a vague sense of familiarity came over him, but he didn't think about it, he frowned and gritted his teeth to fight against the paper:

Since the young master likes to read it, he will just...just take a hard look at it, maybe it's not so ugly, maybe... Oh, fuck me, what the hell is this bible?

He had a look of bitterness and hatred on his face, as if he was going to tear up the paper in the next second.

Chen Ziqing flinched, and boldly asked: "At the same table... want me to tell you... a little?"

Zhou Rong glanced over and slapped the paper on his desk: "Come on, tell me."

"Slow down, what kind of rubbish formula is this, wait, let me remember."

"Damn it, the math paper only has these few multiple-choice questions? There's not much room for me!"

……

Until the class bell rang, Zhou Ronghao patted his deskmate's thin shoulder, and laughed twice: "Okay, deskmate, report my name later, Brother Zhou will cover you."

Those two slaps almost knocked Chen Ziqing down, he laughed twice: "Okay...Okay."

This third lieutenant colonel, the one who sent his cheap brother to the hospital with a stick, seems to be... not bad?

Mathematics teacher Fang is an old man, he has a weird temper and a stubborn temper. He used to be a member of the Mathematical Olympiad committee, and he was an old classmate with the principal.

He still wears the robes of the literati of the Republic of China in class, wears classic glasses, and has a big beard. He is not strict with the students. When he speaks in class, he dances and spits when he is in the mood, regardless of whether he is listening or not. Is anyone sleeping.

Therefore, in his class, generally good students only listen to those wrong questions.

And Fei Cao, who scored full marks, took out a book on psychology and read it.

Tang Hua poked him with his elbow, and whispered to him: "Hey, I said I'm at the same table. It's not a good habit to be distracted in class."

Fei Cao smiled at him, but said nothing.

Tang Hua leaned over: "What are you looking at? Let me see it too."

Fei Cao was not annoyed, she generously pushed the book over and placed it on the gap between the two tables, half for each person, and slowed down the reading speed, intentionally waiting for the young master to finish reading before turning to the next page.

Zhou Rong was drowsy and dozed off after listening to it early.

At noon, someone from Tang's family came to deliver the meal. Zhou Rong had already taken an umbrella and waited at the door. They all deliberately avoided the flow of people. There were not many people in the class at this time.

Tang Hua asked: "At the same table, do you want to go with me?"

Fei Cao put away the book: "No, I'm going to the cafeteria."

"Well, let's go together next time, I haven't eaten in a cafeteria yet!"

The young master didn't like being surrounded by people, he always had the feeling that they were watching monkeys, so he put on a mask, walked around to the other side and went down the stairs with Zhou Rong.

The school rests for two hours at noon. Most of the students here do not stay in the dormitory at night, but they have to rest in the dormitory for a period of time at noon.

Tang Hua didn't think so much before coming here, and now it's arranged that he won't be able to live in the dormitory that day, so Uncle Song drove a car and parked outside the door, so that the young master can take a nap after eating.

Uncle Song's face was full of distress: "Master, you have suffered."

Tang Hua took a small bowl of lotus seed soup and drank it slowly: Thank you, don't cue, young master, I am not bitter.

Uncle Song continued to babble: "There are so many people crowded together in the student dormitory, the bed boards are not custom-made, and the cushions are not soft enough, how can the young master live in that kind of place? Young master, you have only been here for a day, I see You're all skinny..."

Tang Hua put down the bowl, rubbed his head, knowing that the other party was kind, so he didn't say anything, just listened for a while.

Until it became more and more unbearable.

Tang Hua interrupted: "Uncle Song, I'm a little tired and want to rest first."

Only then did the nagging disappear, the caravan should have been cleaned up by the nanny, Tang Hua put on a thin blanket, closed her eyes and saw a vase of flowers on the grille in the car, it was just flown in, carefully trimmed, glowing It smells good.

Tang Hua suddenly remembered that Fei Cao would pick some wild flowers and put them in the bottle at home every morning.

Fei Cao, who was missed by Tang Hua, was still sitting in the classroom, alone.

Some time ago, a rich second generation came to the bar and spent a lot of money. As a named waiter, he received a lot of commissions. In fact, he has also saved some money over the years, which is enough for living expenses before college.

But he still saved it, and he was not willing to use it. For lunch, he made pancakes with water in the morning.

At this time, the door was kicked open vigorously, and a group of people came towards him mightily.

Fei Cao lowered his eyes, the back door was ajar, and he was already calculating the best running route.

Finding faults is commonplace for him, and some people point to his nose and say "coward" and "coward", but Fei Cao never pays attention to it.

Grandma was afraid that he would become violent, so he never did anything unless necessary.

He recognized the person who came, the young master of the Chen family from Nancheng Guimen, not a branch that was sent to the hospital by Zhou Rong, not a side branch like Chen Ziqing who can be compared, but the young master of the direct line of the family:

Chen Sinian, a student in the international class.

He is aloof, his eyes are full of disgust and meanness, his face is blunt: "Are you Fei Cao?"

Fei Cao had already put away her things, and was about to turn around and leave in the next second.

After Chen Sinian's death, the younger brother wanted to grab Feicao and control him so that he would become a fish on the knife board, but he was in vain.

Fei Cao dodged twice, flaunted her figure, opened the back door wide, and left in the crowd of siege.

"It's really a shameless loach." Chen Sinian sneered twice, "I'm here to warn you, stay away from Tanghua, if you still dare to sit with him this afternoon, I'll interrupt you leg."

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At the beginning: Fei Cao: To be friends, I pretended.

Later: Fei Cao: I am serious about being a boyfriend.