Chapter 47: Capture packet on the spot 1

Chapter 47 Capture Packets on the Spot 1
"Fu Ting, do you think you are very proud of you in the first place? You are too much!"
Fu Huihui flushed, pointing at Fu Ting's aggrieved accusation, she covered her face and ran away.
The figure looked like willow branches in the wind, not knowing that she thought Fu Ting was bullying her.
Fu Ting, "..."
She got the first place in the exam, why is it too much?
Other people rolled their eyes when they saw it, and they became angry with inferior skills. Fu Huihui was really speechless.
The boys who had secretly loved Fu Huihui silently canceled the vote on Fu Huihui's school flower.

Throughout the class, everyone was in full swing with Fu Tingkuo's discussion.
The power of mass gossip is so powerful that everyone in the high school will soon know it.
At the campus forum, where the school flower selection voted, Fu Ting was finally ranked first.

After the morning class.
Teacher Zhu waited for most of the students in the classroom to go, and came to Fu Ting and smiled happily, "Fu Ting, classmate, I thought about it, your grade talent is the best in the first middle school, and staying in the first class is too talented. I'm going to apply for it and let you go to the Excellent Mathematical Olympiad Class. Would you like it?"
In the first middle school, the better general class is counted. In addition, there is an excellent class, which has outstanding results in Mathematical Olympiad.
Once you enter the excellent class, you will be awarded an honorary gold medal. If you choose a university for the college entrance examination, it will be easy to get, and the university tuition will be waived.
Although with Fu Ting's talent, she will certainly be able to get a scholarship in college entrance examinations, but no one can refuse the honor of an excellent class, right?
Although Teacher Zhu wanted Fu Ting to stay in the first class, he worried that Fu Ting would be affected by his early love.
He has no prejudice against poor students, but he attaches great importance to the future of top students.
Fu Pei was really too confused, and he was really worried that Fu Ting was 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, with his shoulders resting on the desk, and the line of his neck was eager and sharp.
No one noticed that there was a depressed bloodthirsty floating in the black eyes stained with red blood under his brow bones.
He is not stupid, he knows that Teacher Zhu is defending 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 never cared about it.
But now...
He was actually a little scared, afraid that the little fool would really leave.
But he is a scumbag, so what if the little fool stays, it will only delay her.
Normal people know how to choose.
Fu Pei's heart slowly fell.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhu, for considering it for me." Fu listened to the heavenly voice, sweeping across the lake like a spring breeze, soaking warmth, "I don't want to."
Fu Pei stood up abruptly, and his falling heart slowly rose.
"Why?" When Teacher Zhu asked these words, he noticed that Fu Ting glanced at Fu Pei, and he was suddenly worried. As expected, love makes people blind.
Fu Ting smiled happily, "Because, I want to study with my father."
teacher Zhu,"……"
Is such a blatant provocation?
He was a little bit stunned for a moment, this tyrant and scumbag scumbag...Ah!
Teacher Zhu retracted his eyes with complicated eyes, said nothing, and walked away vainly.
Su Luo's sour face turned pale, and she covered her chest, "My cub is too good at teasing, ah, I'm gone again!"
Then he glared at Fu Pei jealously, and muttered in a low voice, "I don't know what kind of luck you have, you can be followed by my angel cubs loyally."
Fu Pei walked over with no expression on his face, with his hands in his pockets, with an arrogant and indifferent expression, and there were still unfading red blood in his eyes, which outlined a hazy drunkenness.
He turned his face away, with a look of disgust, "Who wants you to accompany."
He is not a kindergartener.
I was spitting, but the tips of my ears became red unknowingly, and the corners of the lips that were pressed down showed signs of upward curvature.
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Hey, your thoughts are so crooked, why did I only feel the deep healing when I wrote it? I am still the purest.
(End of this chapter)