On the second day of cohabitation, I proposed to break up

Zhou Tian sent Lu Cang away, and Dong Yu took out his mobile phone to call a taxi.

Walking to the side of the road, a black Bentley drove over. Dong Yu looked down at his phone. The taxi app showed that it was a Volkswagen. He thought the Bentley was going to pick up someone else, so he moved aside.

The car window rolled down slowly, and on the back seat, a bright wrist was waving to Dong Yu.

"Little brother!"

The voice sounded familiar, Dong Yu looked up.

The girl leaned on the car door and looked at him with a smile on her face, "Do you remember me?"

The girl looks sweet, with light makeup and two ponytails.

Dong Yu said uncertainly: "I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Subway." The girl said with a smile.

"Oh, I remembered." On the day he broke up with Song Xueman, he met a girl who liked to play with her mobile phone on the subway back.

"Where are you going? Do you want me to take you?"

"No, I took a taxi back to school."

The girl waved her hands, "Why are you being polite to me, I am your fan, and I have liked you since the first song "Winter Snow"."

She sighed, and said, "If I knew you were Feiyu, I should have had the cheek to ask for your contact information."

Dong Yu smiled shyly, and said sincerely, "Thank you for your liking."

"Thank you. I know where your school is. It's not far anyway. I'll take you there." The girl opened the car door and invited him in. Dong Yu didn't insist, thanked him and got in.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Xia Yi."

Dong Yu said: "Dong Yu."

Xia Yi propped his chin with both hands, with confusion in his eyes, he asked, "Don't ask me, why did you take the subway that day?"

Dong Yu was dumbfounded by her question, "Why should I ask such a question?"

"Rich people generally don't take the subway."

"..." Dong Yu was shocked by her logic, but when he turned around, Song Xueman's family was rich, and he seemed to have never taken the subway before coming to Dadong City.

Moreover, Dongyu himself rarely takes the subway.

"Why?" Dong Yu asked as she wished.

"I ran away from home," Xia Yi sighed, "I was discovered by my father two days ago."

Dong Yu glanced at her in surprise, but said nothing.

Soon after returning to school, Xia Yi asked him for his contact information and promised not to disturb him, so Dong Yu left her WeChat.

He went back to the dormitory, changed into the formal clothes he prepared in advance, and hurried to the teaching area.

At 10:30 in the morning, the student union had an interview, and Song Xueman asked him to sit in and stand up for the student union.

To be honest, Song Xueman alone can support it, right?

When Dongyu arrived, the interview hadn't started yet.

Song Xueman sat in the first row of the classroom, leaving an empty seat beside him. When he saw Dongyu, he waved to Dongyu, "Come here."

Dong Yu took two steps over there, and suddenly heard a voice: "What did you ask him to do?"

Looking for the sound, isn't it just He Ying with an arrogant face?He didn't appear in Dong Yu's sight much these days, and Dong Yu almost forgot about him.

Song Xueman glanced at He Ying, did not respond, tapped the empty seat next to her with two fingers, and said to Dongyu, "Sit here."

"If it's not an interview for freshmen, please leave this classroom." He Ying strode forward and stood in front of Dong Yu.

Dong Yu wondered, thinking why does this person always go against him?

"I'm here to listen."

"Observe? What qualifications do you have to attend?" He Ying turned to look at Song Xueman, "President, you can't abuse your personal power just because he is your friend."

Song Xueman didn't turn his eyes to He Ying, but fixed on Dongyu's messy and loose tie, "Dongyu, come here."

"Please leave!" He Ying pushed Dong Yu.

Dong Yu frowned, and patted the place he touched, "Can you stop acting like a mad dog? Bite anyone you catch?"

"What did you say?" He Ying asked angrily.

"I said, can you stop acting like a mad dog? If you touch me again, I'll fight back."

"You..." He Ying pointed at him, blushing with anger.

Dong Yu was too lazy to talk to him, so he walked past him to the front of the first row, Song Xueman stood up from his seat, with a slight smile in his eyes, and said softly, "The tie is not fastened."

He untied the tie, tied it again, and said, "Are you wronged?"

"No, he's just annoying." Dong Yu said.

"Okay, sit down first, I have something to say."

Dong Yu sat on Song Xueman's right.

Song Xueman turned to the girls in the back row and said, "You can announce now."

The girl nodded and glanced at He Ying from time to time. She stood on the podium and said to everyone: "After the school council discussed with the school leaders, it was decided to let Dong Yu be the head of the art department of the student union. Today, Dong Yu I came here to ask for his opinion. The reason why I didn’t inform everyone was that I wanted to surprise everyone, but I didn’t expect it to cause a lot of misunderstanding. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the classroom, and everyone turned their attention to He Ying, and his face turned livid.

"Dongyu, are you willing to take this position?"

Dong Yu looked confused, no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't think of the result, "Me? I can't do it, I don't have much time, and I can't do anything except sing..."

Song Xueman lowered her eyes and smiled, "I'm here."

The girl also laughed: "It's okay. In recent years, fewer and fewer people have joined the student union. The school means to let you save face. If you don't have time or don't want to, the deputy director will help you. What performances will the school have in the future?" , you just need to participate."

"Ah?" Dong Yu looked at Song Xueman in embarrassment, wanting him to give him an idea, "Is this going to be bad?"

"You have saved the school's face and won honor for this matter. As long as you want, I can give you my position." Song Xueman said.

Dong Yu was embarrassed by what he said, "Actually, it doesn't have to be like this."

"Brother Dongyu Elementary School, can you?" The girl smiled.

"Yes." Dong Yu nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then we can start the interview."

"Wait a minute." Song Xueman said suddenly.

"President?"

"About He Ying, the Minister of Health, I have a question. His aggressive attitude towards the Minister of Literature and Art makes me very worried. Is it too much for such a person who is arrogant and looks at his classmates with colored glasses to hold an important position in the student union?" Hasty?" Song Xueman laughed.

The words that are highly targeted are inexplicably convincing when they come out of his mouth.

"What do you mean?" the girl asked awkwardly.

He Ying's originally livid face had completely turned into a blank sheet of paper.

"As you said, there are fewer and fewer students joining the student union. Will there be many people like him who put the cart before the horse? The student union is a social group that exists for the school and students. No matter how exaggerated it is , we are just a club, and as the president, I don't want students like him to be arrogant." Song Xueman suppressed the smile on his lips, and his brows were full of seriousness and determination that surpassed those of his peers.

The classroom was filled with solemnity, Song Xueman's attitude made everyone hold their breath.

He was talking about clubs, but it felt like being in a company conference room. Even Dong Yu couldn't help but hold his breath.

At this moment, one hand was placed on Dong Yu's thigh, and after swiping a few times with his fingers, he wrote two words: "Don't be afraid."

Dong Yu couldn't help looking at Song Xueman, he was relieved and a little dissatisfied at the same time, how did he know that he was afraid?

He Ying's face was pale, his lips trembled twice, and he didn't know what to say.

After all, it was the student union that invited He Ying to join the club, and it's not good for girls to ask people to withdraw from the club directly, so they discussed: "President, can you give him another chance?"

Song Xueman threw the question back: "Ask him."

The girl asked He Ying again: "Do you have anything to say?"

No matter what Song Xueman thinks, in the eyes of some outsiders, the student union is always superior to others, and He Ying is one of these people.

He was not reconciled to quitting the student union just like that, and he was still in such an embarrassing posture.He Ying lowered her head, clenched her teeth, her eyes were blood-red from the humiliation, "Please, give me another chance."

"President?" the girl said.

Song Xueman nodded, "Yes. However, I hope you have another interview. If there are good reasons for you to stay in the student union, I will agree."

He Ying's pupils shrank suddenly, and his five fingers were tightly closed, because he had excellent grades since he was a child, and he had never suffered such humiliation.

"This..." The girl wanted to ask if He Ying was too embarrassing, but just as she spoke, He Ying had already stood up from her seat and walked towards the podium.

"Hi everyone, I'm He Ying. I'm very annoyed by my behavior just now, but I'm not as arrogant as the president said. I just think that during the student union interview, people should avoid entering, because I didn't know in advance. This classmate is the Minister of Arts and Culture."

Song Xueman curled her lower lip coldly, "Is that why I should apologize?"

He Ying's cheeks stiffened a bit, and his breathing sank a bit.

He walked under the podium, bowed fiercely to Dongyu, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry."

Such a serious apology made Dong Yu uncomfortable, "It's okay, it's okay."

Song Xueman pinched him from below, "He should."

The matter came to an end for the time being, and each freshman began to interview.

Due to the large number of applicants this year, by four o'clock in the afternoon, more than half of the freshmen still needed interviews, so Song Xueman extended the interview time for a week.

The people in the classroom gradually dispersed, Dong Yu was so tired that he lay on the table, and Song Xueman was sorting out the materials.

After a while, he pinched the back of Dongyu's neck, "Let's go, go to eat, we have to report at 06:30, and each class organizes a class meeting."

"Oh." Dongyu replied feebly.

Near 06:30, Jiang Shi asked each class to find the classroom for a class meeting.

Dong Yu bumped into Zhong Rong in the stairwell. She and a few classmates went upstairs with a lot of snacks and fruits.

"This?" Dong Yu was a little surprised to see Xiaozhang on her arm.

"I forgot to pick it off." Zhong Rong said heartily, and immediately took off the Xiao Zhang.

Dong Yu was not surprised by this, he asked, "Does it need to be worn for so long?"

Zhong Rong's expression became darker, and she said, "No need. It was my stepfather who died. He was very kind to us, but I never honored him. I feel sorry for him, so I want to wear it for a few more days."

Dong Yu let out an "oh".

After arriving in the classroom, the students are almost here.

Xu Wenguan waved to him from the corner, Dongyu nodded, and helped Zhong Rong distribute the snacks and fruits.

He picked up the candy boxes and distributed them one by one, and Zhong Rong distributed fruits to everyone.

I don't know what the sound was, there was a noise in the classroom, Dong Yu frowned and looked over.

"Fuck, don't you think it's bad luck?" He Ying pushed Zhong Rong violently, and kicked something on the ground away.

Dong Yu looked at the ground, it was Zhong Rong's Xiaozhang, it should have accidentally fallen out of his pocket.

"Bringing this thing into the classroom, is there something wrong with you?" He Ying pointed at Zhong Rong's nose and scolded.

"That's right, are you sick? Who do you want to pass the bad luck on to?"

Several dog legs around He Ying also echoed.

"Also, look at what kind of crap you bought? Did you use all our class fees to buy these things?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhong Rong's voice was choked up, and she hurriedly picked up Xiaozhang from the place.

"I heard that your family is very poor. You won't use the class fee to hold a funeral for your family?"

"Boom--!"

There was a loud noise in the classroom, everyone looked sideways, Dong Yu threw the iron sugar box on the desk, and looked at He Ying with arms crossed.

He said unhurriedly: "Does this school dare to accept people or animals as long as the principal has good grades and money?"

"Some people are useless except for their grades. They are useless when they leave school. They don't even know what is the most basic respect for a person. What is the difference between you and a beast?"

"Dong Yu...don't talk about it." Zhong Rong sniffed, and then said to He Ying: "I'm sorry, if you don't like it, I'll go buy something else. I didn't change a penny for the class fee."

Zhong Rong couldn't help crying, she put down her things and went out, Dong Yu held her back: "No need to go."

He Ying was already holding back his anger, but this time he couldn't take it anymore: "Dong Yu, you are sick, right? Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

Dong Yu pushed Zhong Rong to the first row of seats, turned to look at He Ying coldly, "It's okay, I just think you're disgusting, and I want to scold you."

"Disgusting?" He Ying laughed angrily, "You and Song Xueman are the ones who are disgusting?"

Dong Yu's expression sank instantly, "Try to say it again."

Xu Wenguan sent a message in the small group of eight: Come here quickly! ! !Dongyu is fighting with people! !

After posting, he ran to grab Dong Yu: "Dong Yu, don't be as knowledgeable as him, let's..."

"Dong Yu!" Zhong Rong also ran up to stop him.

Dong Yu lost his temper and even ten cows couldn't hold him back. He walked towards He Ying and raised his voice: "Try to say it again!"

作者有话要说：鱼鱼锤他！感谢在2020-03-0422:46:35~2020-03-0523:23:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Diewu Tianya; 3 bottles of Dream of a 2 Million Girl; [-] bottles of Qingqingbai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!