Chen Zhuo was late again today, and as expected, he was caught by Fu Qingyu again, and his name was firmly placed on the disciplinary registration book.
The young man couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to block the way.
"Fu Qingyu."
"Are you sick?"
"There are so many people in the school who are late and you don't keep an eye on them. Why do you always keep an eye on me to take names?"
Fu Qingyu, who was stopped, still had his fingertips on the page of the registration book. The handwriting on that page was neat and dense, and most of the page had the same name: "Chen Zhuo."
He raised his eyes, and his cold gaze went straight into the bright and passionate eyes of the young man.
Fu Qingyu's face was expressionless, his expression was indifferent, and he still had that cold, businesslike look.
He was silent for two seconds. "Business is business."
Chen Zhuo decided to fight to the death with Fu Qingyu - if you don't make it easy for me, I won't make it easy for you either!
So the next day, he arrived at school half an hour early and wrote "Chen Zhuo: I am not late, I commend you" on Fu Qingyu's duty list. Fu Qingyu crossed it out with an expressionless expression and added, "If you alter the record without authorization, you will be deducted 1 point."
On the third day, Chen Zhuo brought a breakfast bribe, but Fu Qingyu coldly pushed it away: "Three points will be deducted for violating discipline and adding bribery."
On the fourth day, Chen Zhuo came to the class teacher for evaluation, and Fu Qingyu opened the registration book - in addition to Chen Zhuo's name on that page, there were also very small words marked next to it: Breakfast is soy milk and fried dough sticks, he likes salty ones; he was late on Tuesday because he helped the girl in the next class move books; when he is angry, his right eyebrow will be raised 0.5 Centimeters...
The whole class watched and remained silent for three seconds.
Chen Zhuo's face turned red: "Are you, are you holding a grudge or... Are you holding a grudge against me?!"
Fu Qingyu closed the book, the tips of his ears turned red, but he remained calm: "Business matters."
Later, the whole school spread the news: The Disciplinary Committee of Class 12, Grade 12, had a 30-centimetre-thick "special registration book", which was full of a certain boy's personal information, preferences, daily whereabouts... And even included a secret photo of him sleeping on the table.
One day, there was a hot post on the campus forum: "A look at the daily life of the student union president and the boy who is late every day", with more than 100,000 reads, and all the comments were screaming: This is not a law enforcement record, is this a collection of love letters? !
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