"Fu Ting, do you think you are very proud of you when you take the first exam? You've gone too far! ”

Fu Huihui blushed, pointed at Fu Ting's aggrieved accusations, covered her face and ran away.

The back looked like a willow branch in the wind, and I didn't know if I thought Fu Ting was bullying her.

Fu Ting, "......"

She just took the first place in the exam, why did she go too far?

The others rolled their eyes when they saw it, and they were annoyed and angry when their skills were not as good as others, Fu Huihui was really speechless.

A few boys who were still secretly in love with Fu Huihui silently canceled their votes for Fu Huihui's school flowers.

*

Throughout the class, everyone was in full swing about the first discussion of Fu Ting's exam.

The power of mass gossip is very strong, and after a while, everyone in the entire high school knows about it.

At the campus forum, the school flower selection vote there, and Fu Ting was finally topped first.

*

After the morning class.

Teacher Zhu waited for most of the students in the classroom to leave, came to Fu Ting, and smiled kindly, "Fu Ting, I thought about it for a while, your grades and talents are the best in the first middle school, and it is too condescending to stay in the first class, I plan to apply for it and let you go to the excellent class of Olympiad mathematics, are you willing?" ”

In addition, there is an excellent class, which is particularly outstanding in the Olympiad.

Once you enter the excellent class, it is equivalent to taking the honorary gold medal, and choosing a university for the college entrance examination is a good job, and you will be free of college tuition.

Although with Fu Ting's talent, she must have no problem going to university, and she can also have a scholarship, but no one can refuse the honor of the excellent class, right?

Although Mr. Zhu really wanted Fu Ting to stay in the first class, he was worried that Fu Ting's early love would affect his studies.

He has no prejudice against poor students, but he attaches great importance to the future of honor students.

Fu Pei was indeed too confused, he really didn't worry that Fu Ting would get too close to him.

When Teacher Zhu said this, he vaguely went to see Fu Pei.

Fu Pei lowered his head, as if he was sleeping, his shoulders against the side of the desk, and the lines of his neck were A and lustful.

No one noticed that there was a suppressed bloodlust floating in the bloodshot black eyes under his eyebrow bones.

He wasn't stupid, he knew that Teacher Zhu was guarding against him.

He has always been a bad boy in the eyes of outsiders, and good students will be taught to stay away from him.

But he is a big guy and never cares.

Can ...... now

He was a little scared, afraid that the little fool would really leave.

But he's just a scumbag, so what's the matter if the little fool stays, it will only delay her.

Normal people know how to make trade-offs.

Fu Pei's heart slowly fell.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu, for thinking about me." Fu listened to the heavenly voice, like a spring breeze sweeping across the lake, leaching out a trace of warmth, "I don't want to." ”

Fu Pei stood up violently, and his falling heart slowly rose.

"Why?" When Mr. Zhu asked this sentence, he noticed that Fu Ting glanced at Fu Pei, and he was immediately worried, sure enough, love makes people blind.

Fu Tinghuan smiled, "Because, I want to study with my father." ”

Teacher Zhu, "......"

Such a blatant provocation?

For a moment, he was a little embarrassed by this scholarly scumbag...... Ahh

Teacher Zhu withdrew his eyes with complicated eyes, didn't say anything, and walked away with vague steps.

Su Luoshui's face turned white, and he covered his chest, "My cub is too good at flirting, ah, I'm gone!" ”

glared at Fu Pei jealously, and muttered in a low voice, "I don't know what shit luck you have taken, and you can be loyally followed by my angel cub." ”

Fu Pei walked over expressionlessly, with his hands in his pockets, with a very arrogant and cold expression, and there were still red bloodshots in his eyes, outlining a hazy drunkenness.

He turned his face away, with a look of arrogance and disgust, "Who wants you to accompany you." ”

He is not a kindergarten child.

complained in his heart, but the tips of his ears were red unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth that were forced down had traces of rising arcs.