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

After the incident happened, Dongyu was not affected in any way, and the students around him coincidentally never mentioned it.

In the Chinese class, Dong Yu was lying on the table in a daze. The Chinese teacher was a bald uncle over fifty years old. Xu Wenguan often teased him in private.

"Seriously, isn't it easy to get bald if you study science? Teacher Qi doesn't conform to science."

Dong Yu raised his eyes lazily, and said without interest: "Which science doesn't fit?"

"Anyway, it just doesn't fit."

When the get out of class bell rang, Teacher Qi said, "Take a break, and I will tell you about the last paper in the next class."

After class, Song Xueman received a call from the secretary, greeted Dong Yu and left.

Dong Yu took out his mobile phone and played two single-player games.

Before class, Song Xueman returned to the classroom, holding a bottle of water in her hand, put it in front of Dongyu, and said, "Why are you so depressed?"

The water tasted like lemon. Dong Yu unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip. He said listlessly, "Lu Cang has been pestering me for a whole night, and I just kept calling him while I ignored him."

"Did not sleep?"

"Two hours of sleep."

Song Xueman didn't speak for a long time, a little abnormal, Dong Yu knocked his chin on the edge of the table, turned his head to look, Song Xueman was staring at the book on the table, with no expression on his face, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Dong Yu yawned and looked away, a drop of physiological tears overflowed from the corner of his eyes, which he wiped away with his hands.

Two minutes later, the class bell rang, Teacher Qi adjusted the loudspeaker, and said slowly: "I spent a week reading all the homework you handed in, and most of them are just to complete the homework. I don't name names, you know it yourself. "

Teacher Qi's voice is very special, there is no ups and downs from the beginning to the end, like the sound from the black and white TV that often crashed decades ago, the frequency is very regular, like a soothing lullaby, a small hand is formed, gently holding Dong Yu's eyelids, covering Dong Yu's ears.

Dong Yu's consciousness was floating at the critical point, his body slowly relaxed, and his head turned to the side, as if he was leaning on someone's body.

"Today, I would like to commend a student in particular. It can be seen that he puts great effort into this paper."

"Dong Yu, get up and tell everyone about the content of your paper."

"Dongyu? Where's the person?"

Dong Yu fell asleep soundly, and no external factors could interfere.

"Teacher." Song Xueman raised his right hand. Since Dongyu was sleeping soundly on his left arm, he couldn't get up. "Teacher, I'm sorry, Dongyu was a little uncomfortable and fell asleep just now."

Teacher Qi walked to the last few rows and turned off the loudspeaker, as if afraid of waking Dongyu up.

"What's wrong? Do you want to take him to the infirmary?"

Song Xueman said: "Thank you, teacher. Just let him sleep for a while. He may have to ask for leave in the afternoon. If you come back to the office and meet the secretary, please let me know."

"Okay." Teacher Qi walked back to the podium and summarized the thesis submitted by Dongyu.

Dong Yu fell into a deep sleep, and only woke up after being yelled at by Song Xueman several times after school.

"Dong Yu, get out of class is over." Song Xueman shook his shoulders.

Dong Yu slowly opened his eyes. There were only the two of them left in the classroom. His neck was sore and sore. He twisted and frowned in pain.

Song Xueman took a deep breath, gently kneaded his neck with her left hand, and said in a reproachful tone, "Don't do this in the future."

"I don't want to either, I'm so sleepy and he keeps calling me.

"Why don't you turn it off?"

"..." Dong Yu didn't answer.

Song Xueman's movements stopped, her eyes were depressed, the atmosphere was inexplicably depressed, and she asked, "Why?"

Dong Yu lowered his eyes and said, "He said that if he shuts down the phone, he will break up the relationship."

Song Xueman held her breath, the sound of chaotic footsteps outside the window echoed in the classroom.

Rao Dongyu also noticed the unusual atmosphere between the two of them at this time.

His clear eyes looked to the side, Song Xueman's lips were tightened, and his brows were frowned, as if troubled.

Dong Yu didn't know what he was thinking, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Xueman looked up at him and said, "Want to be friends with him?"

Dong Yu said uncomfortably: "After all, we've known each other for so many years, there's no need to break up with each other because of trivial things."

"Small matter?" Song Xueman's tone was mocking, but she didn't want to delve into this topic, "Is it better? Go back to the dormitory and have a good rest this afternoon. I'll ask for leave for you."

Song Xueman got up and left. Dongyu vaguely sensed something was wrong, but couldn't say it.

In the next few days, Song Xueman didn't bring up this matter again, and as time passed, Dong Yu also forgot about it.

In Maogai class on Friday, Song Xueman put down her phone and said to Dongyu, "Sunday club will participate in a benefit performance in Linhai City."

Dong Yu regained his energy: "Qingyin Society?"

"Well. I've contacted the president. There are two shows in total and seven songs are prepared."

"Seven poems?" Dong Yu said in surprise.

"The organizer is a teacher from No. [-] Middle School. He heard that you were going to spread the news. There may be more people coming."

"Which seven songs?"

"I'll send you the score. I took a look at their previous activities, and the style of the music is serious. You can just play it as usual."

"Okay, thank you."

Teacher Mao Gaike read almost according to the textbook, which was very boring. Xu Wenguan sat on Dongyu's left, scrolling through Weibo very bored.

Dong Yu is reading the score and practicing silently in his heart. Although he is not as smart as Song Xueman, his memory and comprehension are very good when it comes to music, and he can memorize it all after reading it a few times.

Xu Wenguan stared at the phone, touched Dongyu with his arm, and said, "Dongyu, let me ask you a question."

Dong Yu put down the phone and asked suspiciously, "What's the problem?"

"Among the two options of good looks and money, which one do you choose?"

Dong Yu was not interested in these two options, so he asked, "Why are there these two options?"

"Don't ask, you answer me first, if you have to choose one, what do you choose?"

Dong Yu thought carefully, if he had to choose one of the two, he would probably choose the latter.After all, appearance cannot be eaten as food, but money can buy food.

"Rich." Dong Yu said.

"Sure enough, I'll just say it." Xu Wenguan took out his phone with a smile on his face, and Dong Yu leaned forward to read it, but he tightly covered the phone, "I won't show it to you."

Dong Yupa pulled him, and the two were very close, "Show me!"

"Hush! Keep your voice down, the teacher is still teaching."

"hurry up."

Dong Yu forcefully broke his hand, but still didn't grab the phone.

"Okay." Song Xueman pulled him back to the original place, looked at Xu Wenguan with a half-smile, the meaning was very obvious.

"No!" Xu Wenguan shook his head violently, "absolutely not."

It was a matter of life, so he didn't dare to show Dong Yu in front of Song Xueman.

"What? Why are you guilty when you break your phone?"

"Old Six—don't!"

Before Xu Wenguan could stop him, the sixth child had already snatched the phone from under his armpit.

"Let me see--'Among the handsome Guoguo with good looks and the young lady who is both rich and good-looking, which one do you think Feiyu will choose?', hey, what the hell problem? You still choose Young lady?"

Dong Yu: "..."

He glared at Xu Wenguan and cursed, "You idiot."

Xu Wenguan didn't care about Dong Yu, and looked at Song Xueman, who seemed angry but not angry, with a dry smile, and explained: "Brother Song, this is an objective view, I believe Dong Yu will definitely choose a handsome little brother! !"

Dong Yu pursed her lips, "Stupid."

Song Xueman's smile was even worse, as if she had hidden knives in her eyes, being watched without blinking, Xu Wenguan panicked to death, and in his heart he greeted the sixth son's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"7 people chose the young lady, and only over 3 chose the male." The sixth child didn't know Xu Wenguan's situation, and even clicked on the comment, "The comment said that everyone would choose the young lady. He is rich and good-looking, and it is said that he is still studying in a top five international school, which is a perfect match for Feiyu."

Dong Yu didn't take it seriously, but Song Xueman held down his right hand. He turned his head to look, and Song Xueman looked at him without saying a word, with a bit of sadness between his brows.

He suddenly felt a little guilty.

Because of Song Xueman, the mechanism for publishing grades in No. [-] Middle School has changed. Students can only know their own scores and rankings, so no one knows Song Xueman's scores in the college entrance examination.However, based on Dong Yu's understanding of Song Xueman, his grades would definitely not be a problem for him to go to the Capital University, but because he chose Jinzhou, which is far away from the capital, Dong Yu couldn't help but feel a little touched in retrospect.

Dong Yu didn't know how to comfort Song Xueman, so he lowered his head and mumbled, "I don't like her, don't you know?"

Song Xueman supported her chin with one hand, did not look at Dongyu, her eyes fell on the textbook on the table, and said flatly, "But others don't know."

Why do you have to let others know?

Dong Yu frowned very puzzled. He looked at Song Xueman probingly, moved closer, and asked in a low voice, "Are you angry?"

Song Xue's eyes fell on Dong Yu, her eyes were light and emotionless.

"No."

"Oh." Dong Yu relaxed, dispelled the doubts in his heart, and practiced the tune silently without distraction.

Song Xueman didn't come to the two classes in the afternoon, Dong Yu lied, saying that he had something to do with the student union, the teacher didn't ask any more questions after hearing it.

Dong Yu took out his phone and sent Song Xueman a WeChat message, and he didn't reply until after seven o'clock in the evening.

A Song: "I'm going home, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

Come back home?

Dong Yu: "What are you doing at home?"

a Song: "Take something."

Dong Yu didn't think much about it, he went to the group and asked the people from the Qingyin club, and the director of the propaganda department told him: "The president went to Linhai City this afternoon."

Dong Yu was dumbfounded: "Why didn't anyone notify me?"

Minister: "Your boyfriend said that your home is in Linhai City, and you two need to go back alone."

Dong Yu gradually got used to the term "boyfriend", and didn't refute it, but murmured to himself, "What is Song Xueman going to do?"

At 09:30 on Saturday morning, Dongyu received a call from Song Xueman.

"Are you up?"

Dong Yu yawned and climbed out of bed, "Just woke up."

"Okay, you wash up first, I'll wait for you at the main gate of the school."

When Dongyu was washing up, he heard Xu Wenguan on the bed exclaim.

"I'm going! What the hell?" He sat up suddenly from the bed, and lifted the curtain of the sixth child's bed, "Is there a rich second generation in our school who is richer than you?"

The sixth child was woken up by him and kicked over, almost kicking the phone off him.

"Maybach landaulet! My dad can't even buy a car! The world is limited to 20 units! I'll go, is there such a rich man in our school? This car can't be bought with money alone!"

"Landaulet?!" The fifth child was scribbling on the bed, but hearing this was very similar to Xu Wenguan's reaction, and sat up suddenly.

After Dong Yu washed his face, he casually put on a sweater, "It's just a car, so the reaction is so big?"

"Dongyu, don't you know everything except musical instruments? Maybach Landaulet, a car that many rich people in China want to buy but can't buy. The price has already doubled, and no one in China has bought it! One came out?" Xu Wenguan felt incredible while talking.

Dong Yu looked at him like an idiot.

"The school forum has exploded! Our school is going to be popular again."

Hearing this, Dong Yu frowned, thinking that there wouldn't be many people around the school gate now, right?

trouble!

The author has something to say: more and more people are fattening up and feel uncomfortable

They must keep it and forget it, because I am like this myself haha