A hint of impatience finally revealed itself on the boy's stern face.

He was too lazy to listen any further, so he raised his arm and waved towards the door as if he was chasing away chickens and ducks.

The action is simple, but the meaning is clear: get out quickly.

"Okay, let's go out and eat."

"Hey—" Fu Qingqing clung to the mottled wooden door frame, refusing to move, her little mouth pouting in dissatisfaction, "Brother! I haven't finished what I'm saying yet!"

She widened her eyes, which looked like black grapes, and hurriedly defended herself, "That was bad news just now. I still have some good news to tell you! It's really good news! It's about Sister Xiaoxue!"

The little girl had a determined expression that said, "You definitely want to hear it."

Fu Zhawei had a blank expression on his face and didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

"No."

Two words, just leave it alone.

"Get out of here now."

I'm too lazy to say another word.

She actually made up such a story about Lin Jianxue in front of him. Did she get too bold? Was she tired of living?

Good at fighting? Slap the ground?

Oh.

Fu Qingqing shrank her neck when she saw her brother's fierce look.

Her eyes rolled around as she looked at her brother's cold face, which clearly showed "If you don't leave now, you'll be arrogant", and she snorted unwillingly.

"Humph! If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me!"

Give it back to her!

She muttered to herself, her brother would know the "news" sooner or later anyway, and when the time came... humph!

"You will regret this!" The little girl made a face at Fu Zhewei.

Seeing that Fu Zhawei's brows were furrowed, as if he was really going to come over to "invite" her out, Fu Qingqing didn't dare to delay any longer. Like a slippery little loach, she whooshed out of the room, not forgetting to swing the tattered cloth curtain before leaving.

Silence finally returned to the room.

Fu Zhewei stood there, his eyelids slightly lowered, his slender fingers unconsciously stroking the buttons he had just fastened.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall Fu Qingqing's noisy words just now.

[Are you good at fighting? ]

[Knocked down with a slap? And then strangled?]

He recalled a long time ago, in that classroom where the windows were still clean.

At that time, Lin Jianxue was still his deskmate.

The little girl has fair skin and delicate eyebrows and eyes as if they were painted. She always sits there quietly reading and writing.

Occasionally, when he would rudely snatch her homework and "borrow" it, she would only blush with anger, her cheeks puffed up like an angry pufferfish, and protest softly: "Fu Zhewei, you... give it back to me!"

That voice was soft and sticky, with a little bit of subtle coquettishness. How could it sound like someone who could slap someone to the ground and strangle someone without batting an eyelid?

In my memory, she didn't even dare to speak too loudly.

【So delicate.】

Fu Zhewei's fingertips paused slightly, and his eyes darkened.

[That girl Fu Qingqing is obviously talking nonsense.]

*

On the other side, the educated youth point.

Lin Jianxue went to the female educated youth dormitory, washed her face with cold water again, carefully combed her hair which was a little messy during the fight, and tied it into a low ponytail with a black hair tie.

She thought that her "heroic act" was enough to make all the newly arrived educated youth stay away from her.

After all, in this era, being "gentle" and "docile" are the mainstream expectations for lesbians.

People like her who get into violence at the slightest disagreement will most likely be labeled as "unruly," "complicated," or "having ideological problems."

She was prepared to be isolated.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked out of the dormitory door, someone took the initiative to talk to her.

"Lin Zhiqing, you're here!"