Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

The principal also turned his gaze and saw Song Yu, surprised: "Yu...Song Yu, why are you late too?"

The dean said badly: "He said he was late to see righteousness."

Song Yu's sight only fell on Qin Mo for a second and then moved away. He spoke to the principal and smiled: "Well, not just for doing what is right, but for the school."

The dean was gritted with anger.

The principal sighed, thinking about his illness, and shook his head: "Oh, you... don't be late next time." He turned his head and said to the dean of education: "Tian, ​​students at this age also want face. The penalty station also delays the morning reading time. Ask them to go back first and write a review."

The dean of teaching still listened to the principal’s words, but he was still upset with the late students. He turned his head and shouted with a loudspeaker: "I will be reviewed by one person in 800 words! Late for class absenteeism, trouble fighting, are you like students? Come to school. Don't study hard, count down one by one to be worthy of your parents?"

Song Yu was dissatisfied when he heard this, and raised his hand: "Teacher, my monthly exam is eighty-eight."

One of the most bragging things about his coming to Jingcheng.

No one is allowed to not know!

Teacher Tian gave him a ferocious look, you are the only one.

Qin Mo was watching from the beginning to the end, with a gentle and gentle smile, and looked gentle.

The principal remembered that these two were from city a, and asked, "Do you know each other?"

Qin Mo said lightly: "I'm not familiar with it."

The principal didn't think badly, he hehe: "It seems that I have seen it before. The second grade teaching building and the first grade teaching building are not far away. You can be friends."

Qin Mo smiled and said nothing.

After disbanding, Song Yu strode to the teaching building with a book, Ren Wenhan trot with his schoolbag to follow Song Yu, panting: "Brother Yu, Brother Yu."

When Song Yu went upstairs, he stopped, lowered his head and looked at him questioningly: "What's wrong?"

Ren Wenhan's fair face was a little red, and his eyes were watery and shy under the lens. Flicking through the schoolbag, handing him a bottle of milk, whispered, "Thank you."

The fingers trembled, which seemed very embarrassing.

Song Yu thought to himself: Wow, this man is so shy.

He felt that if he refused, this person's eyes might be red like rabbits again, so he took the milk empathetically, "You are welcome."

Ren Wenhan smiled shyly, then walked away holding his schoolbag.

Song Yu entered the class with a bottle of milk, and the noisy classroom that had been studying early, was quiet for a second when he entered.

With a book in one hand and milk in the other, Song Yu sat down.

Ma Xiaoding was depressed: "Brother Yu, why did you leave alone today? I have a lot of questions for you."

Song Yu rolled his eyes, just not wanting to answer your **** questions.

Xi Bowen's sight fell on Song Yu's hands, "Eh, when did Brother Yu start drinking milk in the morning?"

Song Yu didn't take it seriously: "I helped a little boy, a gift from someone."

Ma Xiaoding wowed and took the lead in applauding: "How come there is such a handsome and good-looking man like Brother Yu in this world!"

Song Yu ignored him, the place next to him was empty, and turned his head to ask: "Xie Sui."

Xi Bowen explained: "Thank God for being called by the teacher in charge. There are always teachers in the first grade."

"Oh."

Song Yu inserted the straw into the milk bottle and sucked the warm milk, staring at the blackboard, a little absent-minded.

Although they were calm when chatting online, nothing happened to each other.

But he was still like a **** horn, drilling on Xie Sui's "like" word.

It is instinct to want to kiss you and to like you-what do you mean.

Even if Xie Sui's heart is biased towards Xie Sui because he is afraid and lacking love like in the book, he is too grateful to say this, but he doesn't really like him.

But face to face with a real person on Monday, he was thinking again, even a little confused.

What should I do to Xie Sui in the future? How to correct his wrong perception?

Xie Sui came back from the office when the bell rang after class.

Song Yu was holding the milk bottle, staring at him with sorrowful eyes, inch by inch, familiar face, eyelashes, nose bridge, lips, familiar cold and alienated.

But after hearing his confession, how he looked at it was a little different.

His eyes met with a pair of dark and deep eyes.

Xie Sui stared at him and smiled faintly: "Is this number clear?"

Song Yu bit his straw and froze.

He drank milk with a little milky white lips, and Xie Sui's eyes were slightly deep.

Song Yu looked embarrassed. Last time I could count my eyelashes naturally and calmly. This time, a trace of embarrassment surged from deep in my heart. After a slight daze, I turned my head silently, when nothing happened.

Xie Sui raised his eyebrows, but asked, "When did you start drinking milk."

Song Yu hasn't answered yet.

Ma Xiaoding has already said: "A little boy repayed his favor, tut, my brother Yu is really kind, just like to do what is right and help the weak."

Song Yu was in a complicated mood and corrected himself: "It's not always."

Ma Xiaoding: "Brother Yu, don't be humble."

Xie Sui seemed to have taken care of this issue, carelessly: "What did you help that person?"

Song Yu didn't dare to stare into his eyes when he spoke, "Just helped him drive away a group of thugs from the 13th Middle School."

Xie Sui was silent for a while, then laughed, unable to hear the joy or anger: "What a coincidence."

Song Yu: "What?"

"Once you helped me drive away a group of gangsters."

Xie Sui's eyes didn't see the bottom, and asked faintly, "Are you being so good to everyone?"

Song Yu could feel that Xie Sui's current mood was definitely not happy.

And Ma Xiaoding, as a professional pitted him for ten years, certainly lives up to his expectations: "Thank God, you are the only one of us who are least qualified to ask this question, okay, Brother Yu has worked hard to be at the same table with you. To you It's so good for all to see!" Xi Bowen cast aside his lips at this time: "Thank God for being kind to Brother Yu. It's also something the whole class can see."

Song Yu gritted his teeth, and finally in his cold eyes, the two tablemates who sang a harmony silently shut their mouths, erected their language books, and began to recite the text.

Xie Sui said, "Talk about it?"

Song Yu muffled: "There is nothing to talk about."

Xie Sui chuckled, and stopped talking, but the last line of sight he saw, Song Yu's whole back was straight.

Song Yu frowned.

I thought depressedly - let's stay away first, because he was so kind to Xie Sui that he mistakenly thought he liked it. Stay away, let him think more clearly!

Song Yu was very serious in class on this day, not squinting and upright. After class, he was immersed in writing and writing, and he didn't say a word to Xie Sui anyway.

Ma Xiaoding's rough nerves didn't realize it was wrong, but Xi Bowen frowned and bumped Ma Xiaoding's arm: "Do you think there is something wrong between Yu and Xie Shen?"

Ma Xiaoding: "Ah? Where?"

Xi Bowen sighed with hatred for iron and steel.

Song Yu did a question and did a final question. How to calculate it was wrong, and I couldn't understand one step after looking at the answer. I subconsciously wanted to ask Xie Sui, but before he could say anything in his throat, he shut up again. After inexplicably not speaking, speaking again is particularly embarrassing.

So turning around, Song Yu put the exercises on the Xi Bowen desk and stroked his pen: "You tell me about this step."

Xi Bowen: "???" This is the first time he has been questioned by Brother Yu. What should I do? He is in a good mood and complicated.

Ma Xiaoding: "???" No, Brother Yu, don't you have a first-grade private tutor? So what does Niubi's scholarship do not ask?

Song Yu: "Take a look, will it be possible."

Xi Bowen's hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

Although Xie Sui didn't look over, and didn't look back, he just felt that the air was freezing a bit.

I dare not answer this question.

Xi Bowen wanted to cry without tears: "Brother Yu, you should ask God to thank God."

Song Yu: "Oh." He took it back, said nothing, and delved into it silently.

After doing this, Ma Xiaoding finally reacted, "Fuck, I really don't talk anymore. Isn't it good to study early?"

Xi Bowen soothed his little heart: "I just told you that you don't believe me, now I can see it, I am also depressed."

Ma Xiaoding opened his mouth wide, and something strung up in his mind for an instant, so that the book couldn't hold it firmly and hit his face: "No, is it really that secret?"

Xi Bowen raised his ears and lowered his voice: "What?"

Ma Xiaoding looked pained: "Thank God for making Brother Yu cry, do you know?"

Xi's blog post: ".........."

After class, Song Yu took the book and walked to the apartment. When he got off the teaching building, he speeded up his pace and walked faster and faster. After entering the corridor, before he breathed a sigh of relief, his arm was suddenly grabbed and pulled back.

The tall figure approached, Xie Sui said coldly: "What are you doing hiding from me."

The corridor was very narrow, and the breathing of the two people intertwined. Song Yu stepped back and leaned against the wall, feeling that his breathing was choked.

Xie Sui smiled at the corners of his lips, but his eyes were slightly cold, "Should you not give me an explanation?"

How could Song Yu admit that such a naive Cold War was caused by himself, and stumbled to change the subject: "Is this, what's the explanation?"

Xie Sui calmly: "Didn't you say that nothing happened?"

Song Yu choked and didn't know how to tell him his feelings: "Hum, I'm afraid you haven't figured it out yet. Would you like to stay away from you first and give you enough time to calm you down."

Xie Sui had dark eyes and smiled, "I'm very calm."

Song Yu: "......"

Song Yu broke the jar and closed his eyes, "I can't calm down, right!"

After that, he ran directly up the stairs, stepping across the third step, almost fleeing.

I don't know if his words are useful, or if Xie Sui was also angry by him.

That's the atmosphere anyway.

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

The two felt as if they had returned to the feeling of a stranger, even stranger than they were before the water. Xie Sui regained the indifferent temperament that a stranger shouldn't get close to. He used to smile, but now he has no expression on what he looks like. Passing him, also with a chill.

Ma Xiaoding and Xi Bowen: trembling, afraid to speak.

Once a person cares about something, it will be infinitely magnified. In fact, Song Yu thought the atmosphere was a bit weird. On Japan, he wanted to keep away from each other first, and ended up being awkward with a couple. The more I want to ignore it, the more I care about it. For example, when Xie Sui was writing when he was endorsing a letter, the rustle of the pen was especially provocative.

"Song Yu, let’s talk about it. Choose a or b for the last multiple-choice question."

The spirit of class is all in Xie Suina.

Song Yu was awakened when he was screamed to answer the question.

The chemistry teacher realized that he was distracted, and deliberately called him up.

Song Yu pulled the corner of his lips and looked at the calculation question of aluminum element: "I..."

He didn't even hear a word just now, how did he know the answer. Xie Sui was indeed his nemesis!

"A."

There was a cold voice in my ears.

Song Yu was taken aback for a moment, lowered his head, but saw that Xie Sui didn't even look at him. He looked up at the blackboard with a cold face.

You say a is a? An unnamed fire surged from his heart, Song Yu: "I choose b!"

The whole class took a breath.

The chemistry teacher widened his eyes, holding the eraser and knocking on the blackboard, hating iron but not steel: "You still choose b? I just talked about the chemical properties of aluminum for 20 minutes. Didn't you hear? Aluminum is so basic as an amphoteric metal. Don’t know? Don’t always look at your table in class, okay, listen to the class and take a look at me!"

The whole class: "Uh".

Song Yu: "......"

Fuck.

The last physical education class was occupied by Lao Cheng, as a class, and briefly talked about a lecture in the auditorium at night.

"In high school, everyone faces some problems. Parents, old time, and classmates. This lecture will be given by Teacher Zhang from the counseling room. At seven o'clock in the evening, I will listen to them. You will be called, and you will be careful.” At first, the physical education class was occupied, and everyone had a lot of criticism. As a result, the evening self-study was washed away by the lecture, and I instantly became excited again.

In order to avoid Xie Sui, he did not go back to the apartment to have dinner. He ate Mala Tang with Ma Xiaoding and Xi Bowen in a shop on the back street.

Ma Xiaoding: "What happened to Brother Yu and thank God?"

Song Yu: "Nothing."

How can Ma Xiaoding believe: "You quarreled because of what happened that night in the Internet cafe? God, did you thank God for what you did to you in the dark? Did you beat you?"

Song Yu stuffed his mouth with a bunch of fish balls: "Shut up."

There was a table of girls next to them, sophomores, who were discussing the new transfer students enthusiastically.

"There is a handsome guy in the first class, he is really handsome, tall and handsome, with a gentle temperament, and he is smiling to everyone."

"I have seen it. It's so gentle, it's the one I like."

"Don't mess with Xiao. It seems to come from city A. You can't imagine that you have a good family background. You can't climb high. Just look at it."

"Hey, why are the handsome guys so hard to chase these days."

Song Yu bit a string of kelp, his expression was cold, and Qin Mo really used to hide himself with gentle appearance.

Xi Bowen wiped the misted glasses with paper, and asked carefully, "Brother Yu, when will you and Thank God be reconciled?" In fact, he wanted to ask, when are you not angry with Brother Yu. Because I always felt that Xie Shen didn't take the quarrel seriously between these two people. It was Brother Yu who had been holding back.

Song Yu stared at him coldly: "We didn't quarrel again."

Xi Bowen: "..." Yes, you guys are not quarreling, it's fun.

There was a psychology lecture in the evening, and Song Yu returned to class first, planning to take a set of homework and take a look. Of course, Ma Xiaoding followed Pidian Pidian and kept pushing.

Thanks to God's absence, let him send Brother Yu's loneliness.

When they arrived in the classroom, there was no one here, only one girl with a familiar name, Lin Shuangqiu. Lin Shuangqiu was obviously stunned when he saw them, and then laughed in surprise and surprise: "Brother Yu! God, what a coincidence."

Standing at the door, Song Yu was a bit taken aback by her bright gaze, barely maintaining his expression: "What's the matter?"

Lin Shuangqiu laughed out two tiger fangs, his eyes sparkling like the hairpin on his hair, and he quickly took out a pink envelope from his schoolbag. She smiled embarrassedly and said: "I was just asked to send a love letter, so no one in my class met you, it's a coincidence. God is helping that girl."

Ma Xiaoding tweeted and whistled happily.

Song Yu's eyes fell on the envelope in her hand.

Pale pink, green vines hovering around the edge, with roses blooming, there is still a fragrance. "For my husband Yu," the six words are delicate and playful, telling a lot of young girls' thoughts.

Lin Shuangqiu said: "A girl in Class 5 gave it to me. She knows me, and I am too embarrassed to refuse." She covered her face: "Thank you for not being here, otherwise I don't know if I have the courage to send it out."

This is the first time Song Yu has received a love letter.

It's strange to say that Xie Sui is handsome in five to five years, and Xie Sui is full of love letters. He has never had a peach blossom.

Of course, Song Yu didn't particularly care about this.

Ma Xiaoding roared, "Brother Yu! I think it can!"

Song Yu returned the love letter and said, "I don't think it can."

Lin Shuangqiu blinked, "Brother Yu?"

Song Yu said: "I can't take this, and I don't want to keep it or keep it. It's embarrassing. You can return it to her."

Ma Xiaoding: "Brother Yu, you hurt people's hearts too much."

Song Yu was stunned for only a second, and then reacted quickly, saying in a loose tone: "Tell her that although she may not meet better than me in the future, but being able to like me proves that her vision is good. That's it. Very proud and happy. Tell her not to be sad."

Ma Xiaoding: "???"

Lin Shuangqiu couldn't help but laugh, "Good husband."

Song Yu: "...... Don't call my sister."

On the way to the auditorium, Ma Xiaoding kept chattering: "Brother Yu is still strong, so I will accept it. But also, you should have been liked by many people since you were young, and you are so easy to refuse."

Song Yu was taken aback.

Refuse to get up and do something with ease.

He frowned, and his shallow pupils were lost for a moment.

So, what does he need so much time to calm down?

The auditorium is so large that it can accommodate all three grade groups. They are sorted by grade, with the first grade in the first place.

Now the lecture hasn't started yet, a few girls are sitting and chatting.

Liang Yingying said, "Are you preconceived? How do I think Qin Mo is good."

Jiang Chunian drank milk tea: "It's not good at all, hypocrisy is dead, vomit."

Liang Yingying's eyes widened: "What irritation did you get?"

Jiang Chunian hadn't even started to say, his eyes shifted and he almost choked on the pearls in the milk tea, "Is that thank God!" They followed their gazes, Xie Sui sat in the most corner position, and stood slightly leaning next to him. A girl with slightly curly long hair and a light blue v-neck dress revealing a delicate collarbone. Bai Xuexin.

Song Yu walked to their row. Before sitting down, he heard Jiang Chunian's cry: "Brother Yu is coming, I'm trying to seduce your man for nothing, ah, hey, at the same table."

Song Yu: "......" Can you let him be quiet for a while?

Liang Yingying: "......" Who is the white bill?