Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Song Yu looked up again at the girl opposite.

She now looked at him with a fascinating smile, met his gaze, and immediately lowered her head, and by the way, she stood up the English book in her hand to cover her face.

"......"

Does it make sense?

Song Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, ignored her, and fell on the post again.

After the 41l floor lord was ridiculed by the group, someone recovered the subject.

After all, in the face of the Lord, CP didn't dare to go crazy, suppressing the ecstasy and excitement in his heart, typed a line, and asked lively, romantically and innocently.

[Brother Yu, are you and Xie Shen studying together? Are you preparing for the monthly exam? [羇牙][Shy]]

Song Yu was so bored and replied to her.

121l Your husband Yu: He helped me with tuition.

There was a scream in the forum.

【Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !】

[Uuuuuuu what a fairy day is today! Suddenly I got motivated again, help me up, I can still write two math papers]

[My day, don’t scare Brother Yu away! Go to the special building, the style of painting here is normal]

The people turned the tide and saved the painting style back.

ask. [Brother Yu is going to study hard? 】

Song Yu drooped his eyelids. Is this nonsense? He hasn't studied hard since the beginning of school.

Is it right that the identity of Kong Jing made this group of people misunderstand him? He felt it necessary to explain for himself.

So Song Yu said something calmly in this forum.

Teach by precept and deeds, the tone is mocking.

[I have always studied hard. Didn't I come to study and fight in high school? 】

Across the Internet, a group of people: "..."

【Sorry】

After they were shocked, deep regret came out-looking at their unfinished papers, for a moment they felt that they were simply unworthy of breathing the air.

The school bullies are studying hard? What qualifications do they have in the water forum!

"Do you like matcha."

At this time Xie Sui came back in line, sat across from him, and asked aloud.

Song Yu put away his phone and saw the small and attractive piece of cake in his hand, his eyes widened slightly, "I like it."

Except for mint, his favorite taste is probably matcha. Strangely, Xie Sui didn't ask him about the taste when he went there.

Song Yu praised sincerely: "We two are really inspiring."

Xie Sui smiled without denying it.

Insert the fork for him and pass it. The last time he went to a supermarket with Song Yu, he basically understood his preferences and didn't need to ask at all.

"Have you read the notes?"

"......"

Song Yu forked a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. Hearing what he said, his body became stiff. Half biting the fork, staring at him blankly.

The atmosphere was suddenly embarrassing.

After he had that dream, he has been restless, so he can read books and use his mobile phone to scan forums.

Xie Sui looked at him.

Song Yu's lip color was already very light, with a little cream on it, and biting his fork, it felt clean and seductive inexplicably.

Xie Sui looked away and said with a smile: "After the monthly test results come out, don't cry for me."

Song Yu swallowed the cake in his mouth, embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "No, no, I have never cried in my life. When I go back, I will recite all the things you wrote to me. ."

Xie Sui was also talking about playing, but after hearing his denial, his eyes narrowed.

Some bad emotions arose in his heart, such as what Song Yu would look like when he cried.

Of course this thought is fleeting.

He remembered that Song Yu was very concerned about this monthly exam.

"What if you fail the exam?"

Xie Sui asked when he left the cake shop and opened the umbrella.

Song Yu forgot to go to heaven and muttered, "I will be called back by my dad, and you will never see me again."

Xie Sui: "..."

The hand holding the umbrella tightened.

Xie Sui paused for a moment, tilted his head and smiled, "I'll make a study plan for you."

Although the tone is weak, it is irresistible.

"You can stop your sea tactics first."

waste time.

Song Yu: "Huh?"

He went home with a dazed expression. When he said goodbye to Xie Sui, he didn't understand why Xie Sui suddenly stopped him from doing the question.

What is this person doing?

Deprive him of the right to study?

Afraid of taking his first place?

On Monday, go to school.

After the morning reading time, the Chinese class representative came to collect the homework. Song Yu finally found out the name of this girl, Jiang Chunian, and the name was quite poetic.

When he was about to receive their group, Ma Xiaoding shook his table behind him: "Ge Yu Yu Ge! What did you write in your composition, can you show me?"

Classmate Ma Xiaoding loves Chinese. He has no life as a learning master. He has the disease of a learning master. He especially likes to exchange Chinese homework.

Song Yu is very satisfied with the composition he wrote, with depth and breadth, it is simply a masterpiece.

After taking out the text and throwing it back, he proudly warned: "Only appreciate, not learn from."

"Good, good."

Ma Xiaoding opened it happily, and when he saw the topic, he was taken aback. After reading the complete text, he was already withered and his voice was shaking: "Yu...Brother Yu, how do I feel that you are a little off topic. Did you not take the class seriously? Listen to Lao Wang."

Lao Wang is their Chinese teacher.

Song Yu frowned: "Isn't it just those eight characters? I slept for a bit in Chinese class that day and didn't listen to what he said before."

Ma Xiaoding wailed and lamented, "Brother Yu! This eight-character is a topic that Lao Wang randomly found, pretending to be literary and artistic. It is not the content of the composition."

"Do you still remember the three-hundred-word semester goal we handed in? Lao Wang said,'Never forget, there must be a response.' If you stick to it, you will be rewarded. The content of the composition is to tell us how we plan to achieve the goal."

Song Yu: "..."

Ma Xiaoding: "This time it is linked to the last time. It can be used as a diary, with the theme of how to fight toward the goal. You are going to the moon for this question."

Song Yu: "..."

Day, why no one told him this.

He tilted his head to see Xie Sui who was sleeping, leaned over, and immediately poked his arm with a pen, "Xie Sui, Xie Sui, Xie Sui, got up, finished homework, did you write your composition yesterday."

Xie Sui and Song Yu were at the same table, and almost made up for the sleepless sleep in the previous life.

But he was very sleepy, was awakened, and his black eyes were particularly clear after opening, but his voice was slightly dumb with a little nasal sound, "Well, I wrote it."

Song Yu was eager to verify: "What did you write?"

Think back a bit.

Xie Sui supported his arm, sat up, and slowly said, "You."

Song Yu was stupid. Are the three of them the same assignment?

"I am what you wrote? You are off topic, right!"

"No partiality,"

There was a little smile in Xie Sui's voice. He just woke up and looked loose and low.

Staring at him, it was natural to say: "My goal for the new semester is you. I can't forget to write about you, it's not a partial topic."

Song Yu: "..."

After hearing this, Ma Xiaoding came to the conclusion: "Yes, Xie Shen is already a man at the top of the school. There is no need to plan. His goal last time was to help Brother Yu with your studies. There is nothing wrong with writing about you."

Jiang Chunian received this group of them at this time, and when he heard Ma Xiaoding's words, he laughed: "Who wrote what."

She was wearing a school uniform, her hair tied into a ponytail, and some broken hair fell from her ears, she looked youthful and pretty, her skin was white and red, and there were two small pear vortices at the corners of her mouth. Holding a pile of paper in his arms, there is still a bit of calm and bookish air on his body.

Ma Xiaoding blushed strangely, and he couldn't say anything.

Xi Bowen helped to explain: "It's nothing, just thank God for writing Brother Yu."

Jiang Chunian's eyes lit up: "???"

The class represents the temperament of the whole person has changed.

"What composition?"

Ma Xiaoding’s young boy's heart is simply not too obvious, scratching his head, he is still willing to say a few more words in front of the girl who has a good impression, coughing, blushing: "What else can I write, just last week's homework Ah. Isn't that brother Yu like this?"

Song Yu couldn't bear it: "Okay, shut up!"

Xie Sui laughed beside him.

"!!!"

Jiang Chunian's hand holding the homework trembled slightly, did she get it true?

Return the homework to your seat.

Jiang Chunian held the pen for a long time, turned his head, and said to his deskmate, "I'm going to the forum to write a novel."

She was at the same table as a short-haired and slightly fat girl. After class, she opened the packet of potato chips and stuffed one by one into her mouth, vaguely: "What do you write? Domineering president?"

Jiang Chunian pursed his lips and smiled meaningfully: "No, the cold school grass."

At the same table: "?? You are crazy! Do you dare to use thank God as the prototype?"

Jiang Chunian was immersed in his own fantasy, holding his face: "Well, I want to write Brother Yu. The last time I went to ask the definition domain, I felt thankful that my eyes looked like mentally retarded, which made me feel ashamed and angry. I can't wait to get into the underground. But you know what, when he saw Brother Yu just now, his eyes were not like that. When he looked at him, there was a gentle wind in his eyes."

Deskmate:"……"

666, gentle wind? ? Is there wind in your eyes? ? This is going to be blind. Most importantly, if you dare to write about Brother Yu, you might be tired of living.

"Would you like to eat a potato chip to calm down."

Jiang Chunian couldn't wait, took out the notebook and the wall, the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising: "I can't calm down! I have a name in mind, so you are what I will never forget."

At the same table: "...Don't be read by Brother Yu."

Jiang Chunian stood tall and confident: "Send it to the special building, and Brother Yu will never see it in this life."

The first class on Monday was English class. The new English teacher came in and the class was quiet for a few seconds. The man, in his 30s and 40s, has thinning hair at a young age, wearing a suit, holding a thermos in one hand and holding the other. Wearing a pair of glasses with the lesson plan, he looks gentle and gentle.

He briefly explained to himself, surnamed Cheng, that he would take over a class and become the head teacher. I don't know anything about O'Yilian either, but I just passed it vaguely.

The new English teacher and head teacher belonged to the kind who looked very good-tempered, humorous in teaching, and fluent in spoken English. Everyone was very serious in the first section.

When the get out of class was over, Teacher Cheng said: "Our class is forty-five people, right."

A girl in the first row shook his head: "Forty-eight, no classmates are here."

Teacher Cheng lifted his eyes and took a pen to make a mark on the roster, and said: "Forty-five, and the three students who did not come will not come in the future."

Ma Xiaoding's eyes widened: "This, this, this, Wang Ci dropped out of school?"