Cub, daddies want you to be good

Chapter 21 Fighting in Fu Bowl

Nancheng has a lot of rain in summer. As soon as Fu Wan walked out of the school gate, the big raindrops fell down, and the heat deposited on the ground quickly evaporated, and a sultry wind rushed towards the face.

Fu Wan's umbrella is in the dormitory. Luo Yu bought it for him a few days ago. It has a sika deer printed on it, which is very cute.

But now, he doesn't want to go back and get it.

Qing Lingling's gaze quietly fell on the rain-drenched flower bed in front of her. Fu Wan pulled the schoolbag to her chest, hugged it in her arms, raised her hand to protect it, then lowered her head, and walked slowly into the rain.

This posture is actually a bit embarrassing, and he seems to have never done it before, but the books in the schoolbag are all bought by Luo Yu, and he doesn't want them to be helplessly wet like those flowers with no shelter from the wind and rain.

The rain was not too heavy, but it came in a hurry. After walking for a while, the boy's slightly curly black hair and the coat on his body were wet, but there was still an indelible pride and vigor in his eyes, like a snow sculpture. Her face was imprisoned in the hazy rain, and she had an astonishing sense of leisure and aloofness.

This road has always been less crowded and quiet, only parents and students leaving in a hurry come and go when school is over in the afternoon, and it is empty at this moment.

Fu Wan walked to the end in silence and stopped at a fork in the road.

Luo Yu's house is on the right, but the boy turned around and walked to the left.

He heard a faint meow.

There is an old street with all kinds of old courtyard houses, and the houses are quite dilapidated. It is said that it will be rebuilt into a new residential area in the second half of the year.

Fu Wan followed the direction of the sound, searched all the way, and then found a wet black cat in a pile of rubble.

The cat looked thin, its eyes were like sapphires, its fur was all wet, and it was still lying there motionless under the rain. It was probably too small, and it didn't even have the consciousness to crawl to hide from the rain.

Fu Wan stared at the cat for two seconds, walked over and squatted down, spread his thin and bony hand to cover the kitten's body.

The rainwater hit the white and greasy back of the hand, and slid down the slender fingertips.

Although the kitten was no longer exposed to the rain, the place where it lay was wet, and it was not easy to get anywhere. After a while, it struggled to get up and raised its head.

In the next moment, a wet and soft touch was imprinted on the palm of my hand.

Fu Wan tilted his head in a rare way, looked coldly at the cat trying to lick his palm, and asked, "What are you playing?"

But cats are destined not to talk, and they can't explain that they are not playing.

Fu Wan ruthlessly withdrew his hand, opened his schoolbag and found a brown handkerchief, pinched the soft flesh on the back of the cat's neck restrainedly with one hand, lifted the cat up, put it in the center of the handkerchief, and slammed it five times. Remove the four corners of the two stacks of good handkerchiefs, just to "fold" the cat in the middle.

He picked up the "cat cloth ball", put it in his schoolbag, then stood up, left the old street, crossed the fork and walked to the right.

The rain was getting heavier, and the schoolbag in my arms was half wet, so Fu Wan had to stop halfway and go into the newsstand to hide from the rain.

The cat had been sitting on the handkerchief and meowing, its eyes closed, and after a while it lowered its head to lick Fuwan's book.

The boy "lifted" the cat cloth ball out, put it on a clean stone chair, touched a spare handkerchief of the same color, and covered the kitten's head with it.

With a handkerchief on its head, the little black cat turned its head in confusion, smelled the clean and fresh scent of the boy, and lay down again.

One person and one cat nestled on the stone chair like that, the cat lay on its stomach, and Fu Wan squatted.

The rain outside had turned into a torrential downpour. Fu Wan looked at it and suddenly remembered what Fu Xingzhi said just now.

"Can't find your guardian", "You were not born naturally", "There are many genes in your body"...

When he was ten years old, the researcher in the dungeon once watched him climb up from the well, and said to the old man next to him: "The fourth-generation tool man is definitely the most emotionally weak among the experimental subjects. We completely excluded him and the gene provider. The possibility of contact, the more mixed genes he has, the less likely he is to return to the crowd."

The old man asked: "Does the gene provider know of his existence?"

"I know." The researcher said: "But they couldn't find him. Once the fourth-generation tool man becomes an adult, his fathers who have never met will basically start a family and start a family. With their own families, he is a real man. The perfect tool man."

"No relatives, no reason, no concerns." The old man looked at him with a moment of compassion.

The two of them thought that Fu Wan could not understand, and they were absolutely sure to make the tool man obedient, so naturally they would never avoid Fu Wan.

But when Fuwan was eight years old, he knew what kind of existence he was.

He is obviously active at night, day is night, night is day, but he has always insisted on using the normal 24-hour system to measure his life, because he has always believed that he is a person.

He ignored all fathers, never mentioned their existence, because there was no need.

Not born normally, with no relatives and no reason, to put it bluntly, it’s like all cheap dads have extra oil bottles out of thin air. They may be married, or they may have their own children.

It was raining heavily and there was no one on the road, so Fu Wan wanted to wait until the rain subsided before leaving.

He lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes covered his dark peach eyes, and he seemed to be in a daze again.

But the yelling and cursing from ahead broke the silence untimely.

Fu Wan looked up with a wooden face, and in the rain curtain ahead, a yellow-haired boy wearing Chenghua High School uniform was impatiently crossing his arms, looking down at the woman beside him.

The woman had a yellow complexion and was about 1.5 meters tall. She looked about 50 to [-] years old. She was struggling to hold an umbrella to protect the boy from the rain, and she was carrying a basket covered with a cloth in one hand.

Fu Wan turned his head to the side, and his sensitive ears quickly picked up the conversation between the two.

"I said I won't eat it if I don't eat it. Why do you always buy these roasted duck meat? Who can eat these dishes every day? Can't I order takeaway myself? When you come, I don't even have to take a nap. You have to hide from other classmates, how embarrassing!" The more the yellow-haired boy said, the worse his tone became.

The woman's eyes were red, but she forced a smile and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat roast duck at home last time? Mom was afraid that you would not eat well at school, so I bought more. It's not good to eat too much takeaway... ..."

"Okay, okay! I don't want to eat today, you take it back!" The boy said and took out a cigarette, lit it and started to smoke, and said: "Hurry up and go home, my buddy should come out after lunch break , if I let them see you, where will I put my face?"

As he spoke, the boy took a stack of banknotes from the woman's hand, stuffed them into his pocket, walked out, held up the umbrella in his hand, and walked towards the school without looking back.

Fu Wan quietly watched the woman lower her head and wiped her eyes twice, then slowly walked away holding an umbrella.

He suddenly felt in a bad mood, and his face was extremely cold.

The kitten beside him seemed to sense his irritability, meowed timidly, and sat up uneasy.

Fu Wan glanced at it, stretched out his hand to wrap the cat and handkerchief together, and put them in the schoolbag, leaving only a small opening at the bottom to allow the cat to breathe, so as not to let rainwater run in.

He stood up straight, picked up his schoolbag and walked into the rain, walking directly in the direction where the boy left just now.

After a while, the back of a yellow-haired boy appeared in the field of vision. The man was standing on the side of the road with an umbrella on the phone, cursing, and even said, "Do you really think I have no money? Believe it or not, I will give it to you at night." Candlelight dinner with school belle?”

Fu Wan brushed past the boy indifferently, but just when he missed a step, he was grabbed by the boy's wrist.

The yellow-haired man was busy calling to make an appointment with the school girl, but when he suddenly saw Fu Wan's face, he was stunned, and he didn't care to distinguish the gender, so he grabbed the beauty and touched it a few times before talking.

But Fuwan's intention was to deal with him. At the moment when he was grabbed and about to be touched on the face, his thin wrist twisted and broke free from the opponent's restraint, and then the fingers of the extremely weak hand became claws. He strangled the boy's neck head-on, and raised it mercilessly.

In the next second, the skinny hand exerted force, and with a sudden swing, the 1.7-meter-long boy pinched his neck and smashed it hard to the concrete floor, splashing a burst of fine water.

The force was so violent that it knocked people into a daze.

But the boy was obviously used to fighting, and after only fainting for a few seconds, he became violent, his eyes were red with anger, he quickly got up and threw his fist at Fu Wan.

Fu Wan was agile, and the opponent's chaotic attacks couldn't touch him at all, and his actions were full of loopholes. Instead, he was punched by Fu Wan several times, kicked into the rainwater beach and howled.

This scene happened to be seen by a few classmates who came out to look for the boy. Naturally, the younger brothers would not let it go, they rushed over and punched and kicked Fu Wan.

Only one boy who looked timid saw this posture, and instantly ran back to call the school security in fright.

Fu Wan was good at fighting, but two fists were no match for four hands. When beating someone, he still couldn't dodge in time to be punched, and one side of his face soon turned blue.Even so, those little brothers were kicked back to the ground one by one by him in the end, unable to get up.

Within 2 minutes, several security guards came running over. Seeing that Fu Wan and those students were wearing the uniforms of Chenghua High School, they thought it was students quarreling and fighting each other, ordered them to go back to school, and called the Academic Affairs Office.

Fu Wan was very cooperative and didn't run away, but followed to the Academic Affairs Office with a very calm expression on his face.He hit someone, and never thought of evading responsibility.

The dean's face turned blue when he saw him, and he never expected that the one fighting would be a gifted student whom the teachers were optimistic about.

Students fight, a few bully one, it can be defined as campus bullying, but in theory, he will be bullied unilaterally and crushingly beat the opponent, and he is still the first to strike in the surveillance, so what can be done?There is no other way but to ask the parents to record a warning.

Fu Wan was calm at first, but when he heard the teaching director say "your child Fu Wan" to a man, his eyes turned cold.

So, when the "parents" on the phone arrived with suppressed coughing, they saw Fu Wan standing in the corner with a stinking face.

His hair and clothes were wet, he looked beautiful but he was in a mess, his schoolbag was on his back, and a fluffy little head poked out from the middle of the unzipped zipper, the palm-sized kitten raised its head and meowed. .

The boy's expression was indifferent, and he was looking down at the screaming kitten expressionlessly.

As if tired of hearing it, he stretched out a slender finger and tapped it on the cat's head. With a little force, the cat fell sprawled on the pile of soft handkerchiefs, got up persistently, and continued to work. Call.

"Mr. Gu, wait a moment."

The secretary next to him was about to knock on the door, but the man stopped him with his hand, swallowed the coughing cough, took the crutch handed over by the secretary, got up from the wheelchair, and the tall and thin figure in Tang suit just took one step Step into the door.

First there was the sound of the door opening, followed by the sound of light footsteps gradually approaching.

Fu Wan raised his head.

The four eyes met, and the two pairs of almost identical peach blossom eyes looked at each other silently.

For the first time, Fu Wan felt regretful, he should have gone home straight away.

No, they should have stolen the household registration book that was kept in Luo Wenna and burned it.