Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Meng Guang clutched his chest and dared not look at it, feeling that his soul had been severely hit. His cousin's simple and clean text messages like a primary school student made him instantly feel that he is an old beast who has been blackened by society.

Song Yu held the phone for a long time, thinking in his heart, Xie Sui would probably refuse, right? After all, every time he invited Xie Sui to go to the apartment to eat, all he got was rejection, and generally no more than three words.

After a while, Xie Sui's text message came back.

【it is good】

Sure enough, there were no more than three words, but I actually agreed.

Song Yu was taken aback, then the corners of his lips couldn't help but rose.

[OK, I'll send you the address, see you tomorrow morning. 】

Meng Guang looked at his expression and thought of his youth that he could not go back to. He was sour: "Ask a classmate to do homework. It's like an appointment for school flowers. It's so happy."

Wen Yuan rolled her eyes in the co-pilot, brushed her long hair with her hands, and said coolly, "It's okay for your trash thoughts to rot in your stomach, don't say it to harm your cousin. If you mess with the relationship between men and women, you see, I can't interrupt you. Legs."

Mayor Meng, who was driving, couldn’t help but laughed and said, “Yu Yu, don’t listen to your cousin, it’s right to do your homework together in your grade.”

Meng Guang got confused between his parents, touched his nose angrily, and said dissatisfied: "What did I say! Why did you mess with the relationship between men and women? It's boring, Mom, you are really boring."

Song Yu was in a particularly good mood, staring at him slowly, curling his lips and smiling, saying meaningfully: "I didn't have an appointment for the school flower, but I have an appointment for the school grass."

Meng Guang stopped being angry at once, and became interested: "It's amazing!"

He asked afterwards.

"But the looks of your deskmates are indeed very good, so how about you, have you mixed up with the grass, the school grass grade grass class, he can't be the three of them alone. Oh no, Yu Yu is going to be Learn to dominate."

Song Yu: "..."

Excuse me, I didn't become a school tyrant and became a school tyrant.

Of course, how dare he say this in front of his uncle and aunt, avoiding the importance of the matter, and answering Meng Guang's previous question.

"Although Xie Sui and I are half-fifths, they are not very pushy. For the time being, the girls in the school haven't noticed me, so there is no comment.

Meng Guangle was happy.

"Then their eyes are not good enough, so let me make a comment for you, let my dad testify officially, and get you some back."

Song Yu kept smiling, "Although it is worthy of the name, it is still not good."

Everyone in the car laughed.

The neon lights on the road to the city center flashed outside the window.

Warm and pleasant.

After returning home, the family happily had a meal.

After the meal, Grandma Meng asked about her life in the first week of school.

Song Yu got stuck and stumbled. Describing my high school as a two-point line in a classroom and apartment, anyway, it means studying hard, simple and fulfilling.

If not all his family members knew his grades, he might have built up another image of a conscientious academic leader.

Go upstairs and return to the room.

After Song Yu wrote the paper.

Lying on the bed and playing with the phone.

First go to harass Xie Sui.

[What homework do you have left to finish? 】

Back there quickly.

[Look at you, I have finished writing]

Song Yu was so stupid, his typing was crackling.

[Have you finished writing? Did you finish writing on Friday night? What homework do you come to my house to do! 】

Xie Sui.

[Help you tuition]

[Complete my new semester goal]

Xie Sui's new semester goal.

Help the same table to win the city first.

Song Yu: "..."

I was a little moved by what happened.

Yes, he will strive for this number one! Otherwise, I'm sorry to thank Xie Sui for his trust and dedication!

After cutting out.

Song Yu glanced at it, and his conscience realized that he clicked on Ma Xiaoding's gloomy Sadako portrait for the first time, and sent him a message.

[Your husband Yu:? 】

A question mark is enough to show concern, neither impolite nor embarrassing, perfect.

Probably straight men have similar ideas.

Ma Xiaoding didn't know the brain circuit, and he could read the deep care behind Song Yu's question mark at a glance. He wailed first, and then made a joke.

[Sadako does not forget the man who digs the well: Thank you, Brother Yu, qwq I am fine qwq I survived under my dad qwq]

He finally knows how to use deductions and not detains. He feels very novel and proud. He has to use three in a sentence.

[Your husband Yu: speak well]

[Sadako does not forget the well digger: qwq]

[Your husband Yu:...]

Ma Xiaoding was so excited that his painting style was finally normal.

[Sadako does not forget the man who digs the well: ...but I think you might have something to do, although I told them to shut up and would not confess you. But someone was recording the video when you were fighting, and now it is estimated that the video has been spread on the forum, and the dean may check you out, Yu brother, be careful [candle]]

Regarding the dean of education.

Song Yu didn't worry about this. The incident between Wang Ci and Ou Yilian happened later, which must have caused the extinct master to have a headache and couldn't be more concerned about them.

Thinking of the forum, Song Yu frowned, logged on, and went up to take a look.

Today, his engagement between Shushanlou and Gao Feng has attracted much attention. After this battle, almost all forums knew that the owner of the id of "Your Husband Yu Brother" was him.

The homepage was filled with triumphant show-off stickers and confessions from fans.

In the past, he was still a virtual spray, but now he has become a handsome and powerful schoolmaster.

All of a sudden the forums exploded.

There are a lot of shouts in the air.

[The brothers who had clamored for a fight with Brother Yu came over to get an account. 】

[Asserting that the ugly, short and frustrated brothers of Brother Yu are here, let’s take a picture]

[Sisters upstairs are so polite? Hey, I just yelled directly—the stupid troll came out and was beaten. 】

Of course, there are still a lot of painting styles like this.

[Brother Yu won, what about the people who sent the first kiss to the car and the house? 】

[I have already told the principal anonymously that he will receive a Maserati within three days, you can figure it out]

[Don’t do it, brother and sister [big cry][big cry]

I’m doing nothing but being a little brother, and for the first time I’m going to leave it to my wife’s 嘤嘤嘤[对指][無曲巴巴]]

[There is nothing but a place? ? ? 】

[It’s okay, send me the first night, I will use you behind. 】

【? ? ? ! ! ! ! This is our student forum! It is recommended that the moderator keep the yellow title on it for a week! Give my forum a green sky! 】

Song Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at the posts floating on the forum, not paying much attention.

He came in again this time, but he was actually a little curious about the post Xie Sui said.

"The future is like the sea, so peaceful and peaceful."

The name sounds so crazy.

Song Yu stopped his fingers on the screen for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and clicked in.

The declaration of the main building is particularly impressive.

——My husband Yu, I found you a husband, are you happy? [龇牙][龇牙][大笑]

[laughing out loud]

Song Yu: "..."

Don't like oh sister :)

Obviously I saw it last time, but now he still feels suffocated.

Forget it.

Look at it next time.

Not planning to accept these messy things for the time being, Song Yu put down his phone and fell asleep.

This morning the sky is no longer as clear and overcast as the previous few days, and it seems to be raining.

Song Yu slept until nine o'clock when he woke up, he was still a little sleepy, rubbing his eyes, remembering that he had asked Xie Sui to do homework today, his movements became stiff, his face changed, he washed and changed clothes at a fast speed, and ran in slippers. Go downstairs.

Grandma at this point usually waters the flowers in the yard.

"Grandma, is anyone looking for me today."

He opened the door, but was stunned.

In the garden, Grandma Meng and Xie Sui were standing together and chatting.

There are many jasmine, green and white flowers in the yard, fresh and elegant.

Xie Sui wore a shirt with his cuffs rolled up, showing half of his arm, helping Grandma Meng water. The young man is tall, with exquisite features, and is a landscape of its own in the garden.

Grandma Meng seemed to be very satisfied with Xie Sui, with a smile in her eyes, and said, "You are at the same table as Yu Yu. In the next year, I may have to trouble you to take care of Yu Yu. He is in poor health. I'm always worried that something happened to him at school. Alas, I blamed him for being soft-hearted at the beginning, and I couldn't hold him back and let him live in."

Xie Sui was taken aback for a moment, but turned his head and asked, "I'm not in good health? What kind of disease is it?"

For him in his previous life, Song Yu was just a stranger who had had some intersections.

In the vague impression, he vaguely remembered that he was in poor health, but he didn't care much.

After all, at that time the Song family declined and developed overseas, gradually fading out of the top circle of City A. An ailing Song Sanshao was not worthy of his attention as the head of the Xie family.

Xie Sui frowned slightly.

Song Yu went to Jingcheng to find a fight in the past three days, and he almost forgot that he was sick.

Only when he was mentioned by his grandmother did he remember.

Grandma Meng sighed and shook her head: "Who knows, Yu Yu fell into the water when he was a child, and his body has never been better. For so many years, so many doctors at home and abroad have not given a specific result. Some doctors even said that it is spiritual The disease."

"Don't look at him now, he's alive and kicking, he is really sick, I don't know what it is like. Like a cold but not like it, people are delirious and can scare people to death. Now his condition is stable, and the disease is less. Feel relieved."

After thinking about it, Grandma Meng added another sentence: "Don't worry too much."

Xie Sui smiled and nodded, "Okay."

He just lowered his head, but his eyes were a little surprised.

Song Yu shouted Xie Sui from a distance, interrupting their conversation.

The efficiency of studying at home is too low, and finally Song Yu proposed to go to the library.

Xie Sui was originally to coach him, so naturally he followed his opinions.

Grandma Meng sent them out and frowned: "It's going to rain. Isn't it good to study at home? Don't run away."

Standing outside the carved iron gate, Song Yu said bluntly: "The library is good for people to concentrate."

Grandma Meng didn't get angry: "Don't try so hard, you're back in Jingcheng."

Song Yu shook his head and said to Xie Sui: "Thank you, Teacher Xie, don't let my grades deteriorate."

Xie Sui thought about his illness in his heart, glanced at him with dark eyes, and said lightly: "Your grades have no room for regress, right."

"Speak with respect!"

The incompetent rage from the scumbag.

"Believe it or not, I called a car to beat you on the phone!"

Yesterday's talk of not engaging in privileges to go socialism is now air.