The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

Sunday afternoon.

From childhood to adulthood, Fu Mingzhi opened the door countless times and saw such a scene - Wu Lan sat at home waiting for him, holding a cigarette, the room was filled with acrid smoke, staring sharply and hatefully at Fu Mingzhi's portrait Fu An's face.

Using demented yelling at Sapo, venting her ten years of resentment on people who can't resist her.

She couldn't listen to a word of Fu An's resentment, so she could only put the torture on Fu An's child.

Fu Mingzhi was tired of being familiar with this scene.

He stood far away and called out as usual: "Mom."

He came from Zhou Qi's house, and he also went to find Zhou Qi from here yesterday.

"Have you finished meeting your classmates?" Wu Lan didn't care where Fu Mingzhi spent the night last night. She only cared about whether Fu Mingzhi had contacted the Fu family. "Next Monday, that is, tomorrow, I will transfer you to another school."

Fu Mingzhi showed no expression: "I won't transfer schools."

Wu Lan sneered: "You think you are in charge? Drop out if you don't transfer!"

"I will study in this school until I graduate from high school." Fu Mingzhi said indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with Fu An. This is my own business. I will not ask you for a penny in the future."

"Boom-"

The ashtray hit Fu Mingzhi's feet.

Wu Lan stood up abruptly, pointed at Fu Mingzhi's nose and scolded: "White-eyed wolf, do you think you can handle it when you grow up?! Where do you get money if you don't drink other people's blood? Just pretend? You don't ask me for money, don't you just Are you going to ask Fu An for money like a dog?"

It was as harsh as a shrew swearing at the street.

Fu Mingzhi's chest heaved deeply a few times, forcing himself not to show any irrational emotions.

He hates emotional lunatics, and he hates beasts in clothes.

"It has nothing to do with you. I will apply to the school for accommodation. This is my last time," Fu Mingzhi paused, "I came to see you for the last time." There was something constricted in his chest, and he couldn't even breathe.

"You want to leave? I gave birth to you and raised you, do you have the right to say leave?" Wu Lan was so stimulated by this sentence, her voice suddenly became sharp like crazy, and she put everything on her hand - the pillow , mobile phone, and wine bottle were thrown at Fu Mingzhi desperately, "Do you want to leave me?? Fu Mingzhi, do you still have a conscience? Why did I give birth to such a bastard as you?"

The wine bottle shattered to the ground with a "bang", and the foamy liquor dripped all over the ground.

Fu Mingzhi kept taking deep breaths, his breath trembling: "I will explain the situation to the school, I will not transfer to another school, and I will not go to Fu An... You said you want to get married, just leave me alone, your new life will be better .”

He has never called Fu An "Dad" except for the first time Wu Lan met at home, and he has never called Wu Lan "Mom".

"Mom, I wish you happiness."

This week's monthly exam will take two days, Thursday and Friday.

In the last monthly exam, Zhou Qi went directly to the exam room out of thin air and didn't take the exam seriously, so the monthly exam at the end of October was the first exam that Zhou Qi took seriously in No. [-] Middle School.

Zhou Qi belongs to the kind of person with excellent psychological quality. He was never nervous when playing in the global finals, and of course it is impossible to be nervous before the monthly exam.

Anyway, no matter whether he took the test head-on or the other way around, he would definitely improve compared to the last time, when he only got 150 points last time.

The monthly exam is different from the mid-term and final exam, which is a general exam with one model and two models in the third year of high school. The general exam has a wide range of questions, while the monthly exam tests the knowledge points learned this month.Zhou Qi's brain is active, and he can't be troubled by the weird test questions. His weakness lies in the test questions that require a solid foundation and cover a wide range of knowledge.

Although Zhou Qi went to the youth training team at the top of his middle school career, he never made it to the bottom of the class in the whole high school, and on the contrary, Zhou Qi belongs to the kind of students with high scores—if you don’t count Chinese and English scores.

Zhou Qi has lived for 21 years, and he even has talent in fighting people.

So Zhou Qi thought, if he studies hard and works hard for another year in the third year of high school, he is not sure which time

Fu Mingzhi did not perform well in the exam, so he went up.

The task was to pass Fu Mingzhi's exam. If he passed the exam once, he would be considered a success. This task was much simpler than the neurotic task of "make Xu Wenwen love me crazy".

But besides thinking about passing Fu Mingzhi's exam, Zhou Qi was also thinking about taking care of Fu Mingzhi.

Bao Yang Fu Mingzhi came over to give him a lecture, and played two games if he had nothing to do.

On Monday morning, Zhou Qi went to verbally harass the first grader: "Xiao Ming?"

For some reason, Zhou Qi felt that since he asked Fu Mingzhi about the "Ebbinghaus curve" yesterday morning, Fu Mingzhi didn't pay him much attention—talked to him without even looking at him.

As soon as Fu Mingzhi heard Zhou Qi's voice, he subconsciously clenched his pen, turned his face, but didn't look into Zhou Qi's eyes: "Huh?"

"Look at me, Xiao Ming," Zhou Qi knocked on his table and asked with a smile, "Don't you like me?"

The second half of the sentence was what Fu Mingzhi said when he was drunk, Zhou Qi couldn't bear this kind of intense pleasure like being a spoiled child alone, he had to share it with Fu Mingzhi.

——Of course Fu Mingzhi remembers what he said.

He was stiff: "...don't mess around."

"Then you promise me to take care of you?" Zhou Qi asked.

"..." Fu Mingzhi finally glanced at him, "Nurture?"

Zhou Qi: "Y transaction, the money and the goods are paid off, the profit is stable and the loss is not lost, come brother?"

Fu Mingzhi frowned: "What are you talking about?"

Zhou Qi said: "I pay you to sell yourself," he pretended to be serious, "Trust me, I am very easy to be satisfied, one hour a day, do not disturb your normal study, we both make progress together, it is really not a loss."

Fu Mingzhi became even more stiff: "What does y deal mean?"

"?" Zhou Qi was surprised, "Haven't you heard of it?"

Fu Mingzhi stared at Zhou Qi without saying a word.

It gave Zhou Qi the illusion that he was leading bad students.

Zhou Qi thought for a while, and felt that Fu Mingzhi would probably annoy him by saying that vulgar word, so he said, "Go and search by yourself, I can't spoil you. Tell me, do you agree or not? "Zhou Qi said again solemnly, "Give me an hour every day, and I will share your bank card with you, how about it?"

Whether it's the original owner or the current Zhou Qi, they all have the kind of temperament that doesn't care about spending money on friends.Zhou Qi trusted Fu Mingzhi's character, so it didn't matter if he helped others, but he was afraid that Fu Mingzhi would think that such a thing would damage the dignity of his heir to the Fu family.

In addition, I was afraid that Fu Mingzhi would ask him what he was going to do with this hour.

What Zhou Qi thinks about is studying from Monday to Saturday, and playing games on Sunday—he is afraid that once he says what he wants to do on Sunday, it will become a mess.

Fu Mingzhi curled his fingers: "An hour?"

Zhou Qi: "It's about the same. If it takes too long, it will delay your study."

Fu Mingzhi wanted to ask Zhou Qi what he was going to do in this hour, but he couldn't say it - he was afraid of hearing Zhou Qi shamelessly say something nonsense in the classroom.

He paused, and only asked: "If I refuse, will you go to someone else?"

"Of course not," Zhou Qi said, "I'll just ask you alone."

Zhou Qi originally brought up this matter to see if he could help Fu Mingzhi. He wanted Fu Mingzhi to study at school with peace of mind, not to get involved, and honestly compete with him for the first place in the grade.

In matters like winning or losing, it is only interesting if you win by yourself. In the face of water, what is the use of winning.

Fu Mingzhi's face was hot, and he squeezed Zhou Qi's hand: "What do you want for an hour?"

Zhou Qi thought for a while, and said speciously: "Listen to me, do whatever I tell you, but I still respect your wishes, and I won't force you to do things you don't want to do."

Fu Mingzhi's face became hotter, but his face was cold: "Put your mind on your studies, don't think about such things every day."

Zhou Qi didn't understand: "This kind of thing? Can you see what I'm going to do?" He thought Fu Mingzhi could see the game he was talking about

A little helpless, "It's really nothing, it's just ordinary entertainment, I just like to play with people, but you..."

"But if you don't want to, I'll study with you every day."——Before Zhou Qi uttered the remaining half of the sentence, Fu Mingzhi seemed to be unable to bear Zhou Qi, and said, "Shut up."

Zhou Qi: "?"

Fu Mingzhi said angrily: "This is a classroom, can you talk less?"

Zhou Qi: "?"

Is there a relationship between the classroom and his less talk?Isn't this a recess?

Can't talk in class, can't talk between classes?

"I will live on campus in the future, and I won't usually go to your house to look for you." The first grader's hand tightened quietly, "Don't mess around and go find someone else," it became more and more difficult for the first grader to say Say, "I'll see you this weekend."

"I can do anything you want me to do"——

Such shameful words died vaguely in the first grader's heart, and it was absolutely impossible to say them when he was sober.

Zhou Qi was attracted by "living on campus": "Are you going to live on campus?"

Fu Mingzhi nodded.

Zhou Qi: "Why don't I live on campus with you?" Zhou Qi was eager to try it out. He hadn't lived in a dormitory in the years he was in school. Although the youth training team later lived in a dormitory, the school is different from the base, and it feels like living in it. It's different, "The school is a two-person dormitory. If the school doesn't arrange a roommate for you, I can live in the same dormitory with you."

Fu Mingzhi froze: "You want to share a dorm with me?"

Zhou Qi knew that Fu Mingzhi had been deliberately avoiding talking to him about anything related to the Fu family.Fu Mingzhi didn't say anything, he refused to ask him to help, and Zhou Qi did the same, so he didn't bother to persevere.

"I think, do you agree?" Zhou Qi looked at him.

The good student's Adam's apple twitched and said calmly, "Do you need another hour of my time?"

"If you don't want to make a y deal with me, I won't do it." Zhou Qisan began to spin his pen carelessly, "Let's sleep together, study hard together, and prepare for the monthly exam."

The good student frowned: "What is the abbreviation for y?"

Zhou Qi smiled: "You check it yourself, I can't teach you badly."

Good student: "I didn't bring my cell phone."

Zhou Qi's mobile phone is in his schoolbag, but for the next math class, class teacher Zhang will enter the classroom a few minutes earlier and cannot take out his mobile phone.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Qi pulled out a thick red dictionary for Chinese from the hole in the table, followed the side pages of the book and turned directly to the pinyin entry, and then to the Chinese character "fart" entry, and then pointed to Fu Mingzhi: " This is the entry, there are not many words, which abbreviation you are looking for is y."

There are not many words, but it is quite obvious.

Zhou Qi saw that Fu Mingzhi closed the dictionary and handed it back, but he didn't say a word - Zhou Qi didn't know whether he was looking at it or not.

Regarding the October monthly exam that starts on Thursday, Zhou Qi is currently mainly worried about two subjects.

One is Chinese volume one, and the other is Chinese volume two.

At present, Zhou Qi has given up self-rescue, just follow the normal progress of the class, and find a place to study after the winter vacation.

There is also writing in English.

Zhou Qi didn't understand why printed writing was required for English composition, but he knew that his free style writing caused the English teacher in the class to deduct nearly half of the composition points.

After two math classes, Zhou Qiqiao practiced printed handwriting in the classroom during the big break, and the first grader stopped following him and went to the playground to do radio gymnastics for elementary and middle school students.

When Yan Yi came back from the mathematics office, he happened to see Zhou Qi in the classroom who Zhang Feng asked him to find.

He glanced at Zhou Qi's words, and immediately looked away like hot eyes: "Zhou Qi, Teacher Zhang asked you to go to the office to find him."

"Zhang Feng?" Zhou Qi broke away from the immersive atmosphere of artistic creation, "He is looking for me? Now?"

Yan Yi nodded: "Teacher Zhang asked you to go to him after the exercise, you wait for the music to stop downstairs

Let's go again. "

"Okay," Zhou Qi lowered his head to practice writing again, but after writing two words, he raised his head again, looked at Yan Yi who was standing next to his desk, and asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Yan Yi adjusted his glasses: "Yang Qingqing asked me to help and ask you something."

Yang Qingqing usually doesn't talk much—maybe there are a lot of girls among the girls, but she doesn't talk much in front of Zhou Qi anyway.

Zhou Qi was a little surprised: "What does Yang Qingqing want from me?"

"It's not she looking for you," Yan Yi paused, a little embarrassed, "I lost the bet with her, and she asked me to ask you, whoever you and Fu Mingzhi will attack and who will suffer."

It was completely unexpected that Yan Yi lost the bet.

More precisely, it was Zhou Qi and Fu Mingzhi's fault.

Coming to school early on Monday morning, Yang Qingqing had nothing to do and asked Yan Yi to bet whether Zhou Qi would hold hands with Fu Mingzhi this morning. Hold hands with Zhou Qi.

Yan Yi gambled no, Yang Qingqing gambled yes.

The result was that after the morning self-study, Yan Yi lost the bet, a shameless person at the front table spoiled a skinny one, and the two of them held hands early in the morning and whispered something there.

"?" Zhou Qi was taken aback, "Whoever attacks who suffers?"

Just as Yan Yi was about to say, "Don't pretend you don't know what you mean here," Zhou Qi responded very quickly and asked himself: "Of course I attacked him, and I attacked Fu Mingzhi. Can't you see that? ?”

Yan Yi: "?"

Just when the music of radio gymnastics downstairs stopped, Zhou Qi pushed the pen and paper forward: "Young old man is not deceiving, I didn't lie to you, Fu Mingzhi is really flirting - you will know it after sleeping with him for one night."

Yan Yi's expression was indescribable: "...you two have slept together?"

"Not only did I sleep, I also saw him without clothes on, and touched him—" Zhou Qi saw the first grader at the front door come in, and slammed on the brakes, "Xiao Ming is back, I won't tell you anymore, I'll go find Zhang Peak to go."

Zhou Qi flipped out of the table like a monkey, and ran away from Fu Mingzhi without even asking Yan Yi to make way.

Only the suggestive elongated "j—" lingered in Yan Yi's ears.

Fu Mingzhi sat back to his seat and took a sip of water without haste. Yan Yi was still standing in front of Zhou Qi's table. He looked up at Yan Yi: "What did Zhou Qi tell you?"

Yan Yi adjusted his glasses, and said mercilessly, "Zhou Qi said you were coquettish."