Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

In addition to his family, Xie Sui and Ma Xiaoding knew his mobile phone number, and it was also recorded by the head teacher. To be able to send a text message to him, it must be information that I learned from Oylen.

The tone of speech is so disgusting, who else besides Wang Ci? Didn't come to school for a day, did you investigate him and Xie Sui?

Song Yu's expression was cold, closing the phone and putting it in his pocket.

It's better not to come to school tomorrow as a fool like Wang Ci, otherwise he wouldn't know him. After the fight, it's coolest to call the parents, rubbish.

Physical education is the most anticipated class for high school students, and a group of people swarmed out at the bell. Ma Xiaoding was the group running in the front, dragging Xi Bowen straight downstairs to occupy the court.

Before long, there were no more people left in the classroom.

The class was empty, and now there were only two of them left.

Song Yu tilted his head and found that Xie Sui was still asleep. He knocked on the table twice with his hands and leaned over and whispered, "Hey, class is now."

Almost the moment he leaned over, Xie Sui opened his eyes, his black eyes were sober sober, and there was no sleep.

Song Yu stayed in a daze: "Just woke up, you didn't sleep at all, right?"

Xie Sui didn't explain, his voice was muted: "Are we only two?"

Song Yu proudly claimed the credit: "That's not it, I'm the only one who has been waiting for you."

Xie Sui curled his lower lip meaninglessly: "It's so sweet."

There was a mysterious disease in his body, and the school gave Song Yu the right not to go to physical education, but Song Yu always felt that this disease was like shit, so he didn't care about it. Halfway through, Xie Sui answered a call and asked Song Yu to wait for him downstairs.

When Song Yu went downstairs, he met two girls from the next class.

When they saw him, both girls were stunned and stopped where they were.

He glanced lightly before regaining his senses.

Blushing, he moved to the wall to make way for him.

Song Yu walked far to hear their lower voice discussion, full of excitement.

"Is it really Brother Yu?!"

"I don't know, what the forum is like now, there is no conclusion, but whether it is or not, it's so **** handsome."

"I was moved by the photos."

Song Yuwei pulled the corner of his mouth invisibly.

Fortunately, he has retired.

Don't rectify those who don't. In Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School, he wants to be a master.

He waited for a long time under the tree in front of the teaching building before Xie Sui came down.

Song Yu asked: "What kind of phone call, you have been calling for so long."

Xie Sui smiled slightly: "An unimportant person."

High school physical education classes generally follow the process. After a simple running warm-up, students are free to arrange for badminton, basketball, and skipping rope, basically just those kinds of sports. After the physical education teacher called to dismiss, Ma Xiaoding turned his head excitedly to find Song Yu, shouting particularly loudly: "Brother Yu! Brother Yu! Do you play ball!"

Brother Yu. This name is too popular today, and all the familiar and unfamiliar faces in the class are subconsciously looking here.

Fortunately, Song Yu has long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, and replied neither salty nor indifferent: "Tired, don't go."

Ma Xiaoding has never regarded him as a porcelain doll since the last time he saw him beating. He was surprised and asked: "Ah, you are tired after running two laps downstairs? But the teacher won't let us go back to the classroom. What are you going to play?"

Song Yu drooped his eyes and asked, "Could it be that you can only study in the classroom?"

Ma Xiaoding: "......"

What can Ma Xiaoding say can only be: "Wow! Brother Yu is a cow!"

Brother Yu is really the one he has ever seen who is most passionate about showing his own learning dominance. He is learning when he talks open and closed, and he can't live for a second without learning.

He was puzzled. Why is he also a master of study? People thank God never said anything about studying?

Thank God, this scholar is fake, right?

Look at our brother Yu.

Song Yu tilted his head and pulled Xie Sui's sleeves: "Go, let's go and study."

Xie Sui looked at him amused: "How to learn?"

"Find a place to sit down in the shade, and I will test your Qinyuanchun Changsha."

Xie Sui retracted his hand and said with a faint smile: "That's fine."

Can't afford to lose this person.

Song Yuzheng criticized him righteously.

Suddenly Xi Bowen ran over from the other side, the little nerd blushed with anger, and said to Ma Xiaoding from a long distance away: "Brother Ma! The stadium we already occupied was robbed!"

Although Xi Bowen looks white and tender like the kind of kid who studies hard, but he is surprisingly fond of basketball.

Because I didn’t know who I heard when I was young, I could grow taller when I played basketball, and I played until high school.

After class, he and Ma Xiaoding smashed out of the court grabbed by the crowd, and they were snatched away by the horizontal knife, but he was wronged to death.

Taking off his glasses, Xi Bowen was furious: "The group of high twenty-fifth class! They are simply robbers! They are unreasonable! I said we came first, they even asked if they had written their names, and they belonged to them if they didn't write their names! If you are not convinced, go to a fight!"

Ma Xiaoding's eyes widened, and he really couldn't bear it anymore. He rolled up his sleeves and cursed and cursed: "My day! I've been a schoolmaster in junior high school for so many years, so I'm imagining him! Hit him!"

Before he left, he thought that Song Yu was still watching him. He stepped back a few words and didn't forget to report to Song Yu: "Brother Yu, I'm going to preside over justice."

"......"

Song Yu wrote disgust in everything from his eyes to his expression.

The face is the kind of good student who studies hard, and the typical disdain and contempt for the bad students who make trouble.

No help, Ma Xiaoding, you go to Hammer High School.

Xi Bo's text is very angry, but just want to vent. Seeing Ma Xiaoding's posture that he is really going to fight, his expression is slightly stunned, and he immediately counsels, hurriedly said: "Don't don't, don't make it. Brother Ma, I think we should change the venue. High 25th class, not easy to mess with ."

Ma Xiaoding: "What's not to mess with!"

Xi Bowen said anxiously: "There is Chen Zhijie in Class 25 of High School, the current school bully of No.1 Middle School. He is just like a thorn in fighting. Let's not mess with him."

Ma Xiaoding: "......"

Ma Xiaoding suspected that he had heard it wrong: "Who are you talking about?"

Xi Bowen thought he didn’t know him, so he was anxious, and said incoherently: “Just Chen Zhijie! Now the school bully Chen Zhijie of Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School! The one who dropped out of school last semester. I heard that he was a black belt in Taekwondo, and he also learned fighting. Fights with real knives, the kind of bricks smashing people on the head, fighting with him will cause trouble. Marco, let's bear it, bear with it for a while."

Ma Xiaoding: "........"

Ma Xiaoding: "......"

Chen Zhijie?

Just the last time the billiard room was slapped in the face, hiding behind the plaid shirt and pretending to be dead?

Ma Xiaoding's fear of a lieutenant colonel had long since disappeared. But his younger brothers are distributed in other classes, and now there is only Xi Bowen, and Xi Bowen is a weak chicken at first glance.

Chen Zhijie seems to have many people there.

With fewer enemies and more.

hiss. A little hanging.

Ma Xiaoding felt guilty and stopped. After thinking about it, Ma Xiaoding looked back at Song Yu pitifully, feeling wronged: "Brother Yu, I was bullied."

Song Yu, who was watching everything, smiled and said, "Oh, it's good."

A bad boy like Ma Xiaoding should be beaten up until he abandons his military skills and studies well.

Xi Bowen was stunned, "No, Brother Ma, how do you use this tone when you talk to Brother Yu? Brother Yu is learning, and won't fight at all. Do you want him to give you a head start? Isn't this harming Brother Yu."

Ma Xiaoding glanced at him pity, not wanting to explain too much.

He turned his head and continued to sell miserables to Song Yu reluctantly, knowing his emotions with reason.

"Brother Yu, I was wrong. This is not a problem of me being bullied at all. It is a problem of our dignity."

"If you want to grab a well-occupied stadium, you can grab it. It doesn't put us in the eyes!"

"Brother Yu! We must have a sense of class honor!"

Song Yu turned his head to ask Xie Sui: "If you don't carry Changsha in Qinyuanchun, you teach me Newton's third law."

Xie Sui smiled: "Do you want to teach the first and second laws first?"

Ma Xiaoding was afraid that the two of them would leave first. He was about to cry and shamelessly. He said, "Brother Yu, I want to play basketball.

Song Yu: "..."

Xi's blog post is full of question marks: "Why don't you slip?"

They had been arguing here for a long time, but in fact, many people in the class didn't go far, and secretly observed.

The girls whispered.

"What happened?"

"It seems that the stadium was robbed."

"Grab the 25th class, Chen Zhijie and the group."

"Huh? Chen Zhijie? The sophomore in high school?"

"What grade boss, they are school bosses."

"hiss--"

School bully, boss, so he is the only one in the school who wants to study hard?

Song Yu was desperate for the surrounding environment, and was so annoyed by Ma Xiaoding that he frowned, "Is it enough?"

Ma Xiaoding blinked, very pitiful.

This scene made Xi blog silly.

Song Yu pulled the corner of his mouth, turned his head and said to Xie Sui, "Wait, I will preside over justice first."

Xie Sui smiled, "Okay." Yu Yu was really just.

The basketball court is next to the playground.

In this session of physical education, several classes are held together, from the first grade to the third grade, and there are a lot of people.

The name of Xie Sui in the first grade of high school has long been popular in high schools, and many senior sisters stand in the sports stands just to see him.

Guided by Xi Bowen, Ma Xiaoding walked ahead, horizontally like a crab.

Seeing Ma Xiaoding's walking posture on the street where people could be pulled out for a beating, Song Yu couldn't bear it: "He was in front of me making it seem like I was fighting."

Xie Suishi smiled and said, "Aren't you just going to fight?"

Song Yu's eyes widened slightly: "I'm going to reason, okay? First come, first come, this is a matter of politeness. Why do we need to do something that can be solved by reasoning? Civilized society understand?"

Xie Sui listened quietly without refuting it.

Song Yu thought for a while, a little dissatisfied: "So, in your eyes, I am the kind of bad boy who can only fight?"

Xie Sui made him addicted. He lowered his eyes and smiled, "No, you still call."

Song Yu stared at him blankly.

"Oh."

Who am I calling for?

Have you fed the dog for the smart, cute and kind you praised in the morning?

Xie Sui was originally a man of the world, and when Song Yu's true or false identity was added, there was a lot of attention. People on the playground quietly approached here, centered on the basketball court.

A group of people in Class 25 of the high school just came out of the equipment room holding the ball, but it was not Chen Zhijie who was the leader.

It was a big man they hadn't seen that day.

Ma Xiaoding's tone was very aggressive: "Didn't you say that you didn't agree to come here? We are here, fight, where is your boss, where is Chen Zhijie, and went as a turtle?"

Song Yu sullen his shoulders behind him, pulling him back.

Ma Xiaoding: "Eh, what are you doing, Brother Yu, I haven't finished my ruthless talk."

Song Yu ignored him, his expression recovered, and his manners were very polite: "This classmate..." Let's talk about the ownership of the stadium.

It’s just that he didn’t finish his words. The big man sneered with the ball in his arms, triumphantly: "Chen Zhijie? Yesterday, he abdicated, his brain flooded and he started studying, and his hair was dyed back. Now the tyrant of No. 1 Middle School is me. Now, Lao Tzu is the boss of Class 15, Gao Feng!"

Song Yu gritted his teeth and continued to say flatly: "...this stadium is first occupied by our class."

Gao Feng wiped his nose with his thumb and smiled coldly: "Fight! Come! Today is the day when I become famous! After today, the whole school will know their schoolmaster, change, people, etc.!"

Song Yu took a deep breath: "...We have to pay attention to first-come, first-come when we do things, so can you take a step back?"

Gao Feng said to himself: "Brothers! Show your weapons!"

Song Yu shut up and looked at him coldly.

The air became tense in an instant.

Ma Xiaoding shivered behind him, looking at Gao Feng like a strong man who sacrificed himself to blow up a bunker.

Gao Feng realized that the atmosphere was not right, and finally turned his attention to Song Yu. Seeing his delicate and weak manner, he smiled disdainfully: "What the **** did you just tell me? Do you want to say you came first, let us give way? Oh, look at you calling the basketball court, should he respond?"

Ma Xiaoding looked sad and sorry.

Brother, you are playing with fire, oh no, you are dying.

Xi Bowen can't stand it anymore, and I don't understand why Ma Ge wants to get Yu Ge, who has only wanted to learn from the years.

Song Yu cleared up his emotions.

Oh shit.

This truth can't go on.

He exhaled, looked at Gao Feng, and smiled.

"I don't know whether it should be or not, but I know, when I call your son, you should not be able to."

Gao Feng's eyes widened.

Song Yu moved his wrists and said in a cold tone: "No, I will hit you until you answer."