Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

How long have you liked it?

Song Yu's gaze fell on the phone screen, staring at the line of words and reading it many times, and finally lay back, his head stuck in the soft pillow, and the corners of his lips rose little by little.

How long can you like it?

It's only three or four months. I have known you in my last life.

Putting the phone aside, Song Yu covered his eyes with his arm, and couldn't help laughing.

Okay, because Xie Sui likes him for so long, as a boyfriend, he will solve these things alone.

It doesn't seem to be terrible anymore.

In the winter morning, when it was very late and when it was still foggy, Song Yu knocked on Xie Sui's door. The whole person who was flirted by that sentence before going to bed yesterday was blown up by fireworks, tossing over and over and did not sleep well Woke up at 5:30 in the morning.

Because Song Yu had the habit of relying on bed and didn't like making people wait long, so even if it was upstairs and downstairs, they had never walked together in the morning.

But now to determine the relationship, there should always be a little different.

Xie Sui opened the door, and just woke up with a lazy expression. The moment he saw Song Yu was stunned.

Song Yu didn't change his face and said, "Why did you start so late? Shouldn't it be a bit of urgency for the final exam? Do you still want to be the first one?"

Xie Sui didn't answer him, but he smiled and asked, "While getting up so early, how many classes are you planning to sleep in today?"

Song Yu: "......"

It snowed yesterday, and all night, I went out to see that it was already covered in silver. The thin snow covered the forest road, and stepped on it to make a very comfortable sound.

On Tuesday morning, before the early self-study started, Lao Cheng asked someone to pull him over. Don't think about it, it was also because of Qin Mo.

Qin's family is in the city of A, and Qin Mo also lives in the Wang's family in Jingcheng. If something happens to him, the Wang's family will naturally send someone.

In the office, the moment Wu Xinmei saw Song Yu, she felt as if she was pinched on the back of her neck, her eyes were about to come out, her face pale and her skin tight.

It's her again.

It's the same office again.

Song Yu tore the corners of his mouth dullly.

Lao Cheng was ridiculed by Wu Xinmei, but it was his student who was fighting, and he could only endure it in silence. Seeing Song Yulai now, he immediately put down the thermos cup in his hand and pressed his anger: "It's counted, you can explain it to the parents. If the explanation is not clear, I will call your parents over."

Thinking of Song Yu’s words yesterday, Lao Cheng turned his head and said to Wu Xinmei: “Mrs. Wang, I think this incident should be an accident. Song Yu’s child is in poor health and his personality is not so irritable. How could he beat classmates? Thing."

Wu Xinmei: "......"

Song Yu might be hurting Lao Cheng's heart. He didn't want to hide it, and his voice simply said, "Sorry teacher, I really did it. But this is our personal grievance, and I believe Mrs. Wang is also happy to resolve it privately. "

What Lao Cheng said in the last second was slapped in the next second. He was so angry that his entire face was shaking. He picked up the phone and started dialing: "You are really lawless if you don't call your parent?!"

It was Wu Xinmei who stopped him. The woman who was also mean-and-foreign words just now suddenly stood up, and after a moment of silence, she said directly: "You don't need to hit Teacher Cheng. Since it's a private grievance between the children, let's solve it privately."

Old Cheng: "???"

Wu Xinmei said: "The school doesn't need to intervene." She looked at Song Yu, extremely complicated.

Song Yu laughed indifferently, and said lightly: "Okay, take me to see Qin Mo."

Wu Xinmei clutched her handbag tightly with her fingers, and said nothing.

Wu Xinmei and Song Yu fought each other and planted her son in the hands of this young man. It was almost a shadow.

Besides, the Song family and Qin family's affairs shouldn't have been a big deal.

hospital.

Qin Mo had a bandage on his head, and when he saw Song Yu, he wanted to remove the needle and jumped off the hospital bed to fight him. The amber eyes were full of anger, and the appearance of gentleness and humility that had always been disintegrated, and the expression was hideous, almost popping out the words between the teeth: "Song Yu! I despised you!"

Song Yu walked over, naturally found a chair and sat down, and took an apple and wiped it with paper: "Now I just call the name? Didn't you come with my brother the other day? The two have a relationship? It's very good."

Qin Mo was so angry that his chest rose and fell violently.

Song Yu had been stunned by him for so long, and of course he suddenly broke out with all his strength. Looking at Qin Mo's appearance, he knew that he was bewildered.

"You locked me in the auditorium, and I sent you to the hospital." He raised the cleaned apple to him and smiled: "Good brother."

The three words "good brother" are full of irony, almost piercing Qin Mo's spirit, being used all at once by the humiliating anger.

Qin Mo's gaze was eager to scrape a piece of meat on him, and he spoke quickly: "Do you think this is the end of this matter?"

Song Yu: "Of course not, but you are about to roll back to City A. Is it necessary to think so much?"

Qin Mo sneered: "By you?"

Song Yu: "What are you pretending? If you didn't take care of this matter, you would have joined the Wang family to make things worse. I recorded our conversation. If the Qin family knew that you changed places, it would be even more outrageous. Let you stay here?"

Qin Mo's face was blue and white, ironically: "What about you? The Song family knows that you have a boyfriend in Jingcheng and they will leave you alone?"

Song Yu took a bite of the apple and smiled at him: "Oh, how did you know that we confirmed the relationship yesterday."

"Then you go back to city a and promote it everywhere. Thank you for your contribution to our love."

Qin Mo was almost vomiting blood with anger.

Song Yu was just slapping people yesterday, so it was OK to get him away by the way. He didn't even think about how to rectify him. After all, he was too young for the Qin family to be perfunctory.

As far as Qin Mo rolled, don't obstruct your eyes.

Song Yu stood up and looked down at him. His light-colored pupils were full of frost, and he smiled, "Don't worry about what you shouldn't have. My person is also something you can covet?"

Ignore Qin Mo's state of being on the verge of an outbreak.

Song Yu opened the door and threw the core of the fruit in the trash can nearby.

Long legs walked to the hospital door.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that what he said just now is so **** handsome.

The door of the ward was closed, but Qin Mo didn't look back, staring at a point, as if to penetrate the wall to poke a hole in Song Yu.

Grasp the quilt tightly with your fingers.

He didn't expect Song Yu to be so reckless that he was sent to the hospital directly, but the most brainless way was also the most effective. This directly alarmed the Qin family.

The old man was so angry that he called him this morning, scolded him for a long time, and forced him to return to city a.

Qin Mo's eyes were gloomy.

But so what? A city will always meet again, and the humiliation he has now will always make him pay.

The final exam is after the New Year's Day party. This time Song Yu wasn't very anxious, he was confident and reviewed slowly. Ma Xiaoding was scolded by his father before taking the test, and then briefly smug again, frantically brushing up questions, when he started to shut up, the world became quiet.

Song Yu's math problems have always been the most troublesome. The focus now is also on this. When reviewing together in the library, it is also on all mental topics.

Xie Sui believed that the two were dating alone, and most of the time he watched Song Yu brush up questions. I could bear it before, but now it’s all boyfriends, how can I bear it.

Song Yu frowned, and poked him with a pen: "Here, why is the answer written directly in the range from a to 1."

Xie Sui directly took his hand and dragged him over. With the cover of the bookshelf in the corner of the library, he bit him and said with a smile: "I'm so good, should you pay me something? For example, give him a kiss. question?"

Song Yu's reviewing well was confused by him.

The final exam has finally arrived.

In the last Chinese class, the Chinese teacher came in with a stack of paper.

Standing on the podium, clearing his throat, the teacher said: "Remember what I asked you to write when school just started this semester?"

After a second, the class began to whisper.

"What did you write? Why didn't I remember."

"Me too, there are so many Chinese homework, who still remembers, let alone so long."

The Chinese teacher stared at them, patted the podium, and then said: "Have you forgotten your learning goals?"

Everyone suddenly realized.

Song Yu was writing a topic while holding a pen. He also remembered what he said. It was the learning goal that he temporarily rushed to. I remembered that there was another composition about how to accomplish this goal later, and then he went directly to the topic.

The title of the composition seems to be called "Never forget, there must be an echo". Does it have anything to do with completing the plan?

Song Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, forgot what he wrote.

The Chinese teacher said: "From summer to winter, in one semester, have your goals been achieved?"

The class began to cough and laugh, avoiding the teacher's serious scrutiny.

The Chinese teacher snorted from his nose and clicked on the table, a bit of a hatred of iron and steel: "You still don't understand my good intentions. The question I gave you was to inspire you and let you take it. Keep it in my heart. If you do not forget, there will be repercussions. I see you, let alone forget, I am afraid that I will forget after writing. It is purely perfunctory to me. What do I do? Is it my test for college?"

"Don't think that three years in high school is very long. In fact, it is just a blink of an eye. When you sit in the classroom of the third year of high school, you remember now, which is yesterday."

The Chinese teacher shook his head and sighed, and finally handed the paper to Jiang Chunian: "Class representative, send it down to let this group of people wake up and see if they are worthy of themselves who just entered high school."

Jiang Chunian touched his nose and went up to take it.

In fact, she has a guilty conscience. Who hasn't set a goal since high school? Two English readings a day, a master book on Monday, and the monthly exam will be the first in the class.

Send the paper down.

Song Yu sighed terribly as he watched his scribbled plan.

When Jiang Chunian handed it to Xie Sui, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then sighed: "The plan of thanking God has not been completed."

Song Yu leaned over to look, only to remember that Xie Sui's original goal was to help my deskmate win the first place in the city.

Song Yu: "..." So, I blamed me for not being able to live up to it.

Xie Sui's slender fingers took the paper, but his eyebrows curled, and he smiled: "Who said I didn't finish?"

Jiang Chunian: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? Brother Yu's final exam is going to hit the market first?"

Xi Bowen patted the table at the back: "Class representative, you can't post to the people behind." Jiang Chunian was awakened and walked back reluctantly: "What anxiously."

Song Yu snatched the paper from Xie Sui's hand, his expression froze for a long time, and calmly said: "I shouldn't be so good, let alone you, I can't beat the top ten group of people."

Xie Sui tilted his head and smiled, "What does the matter between us have to do with other people?"

Song Yu: "What?"

Xie Sui read as he read: "Help my deskmate win the first place in the city."

With a serious smile: "Help you, take me down."

Song Yu: "......" Strong.

Xie Sui said: "I can't forget this, there must be an echo."

Song Yu stared at him blankly, then the corners of his mouth curled up: "Forget it, of course."