Forced to call scumbags brothers and sisters [Transmigration Book]

There is the aftertaste of the warm sun in the evening wind, and the sound of leaves rubbing against each other is like a clear drizzle.The sound of cicadas singing from far and near, one after another like a feast of music, agitating the atrium.

A group of people stood at the intersection and talked in twos and threes.It's probably because I'm full, and I'm a little lazy, it doesn't look like I have to go to school tomorrow.

"Then shall we still sing? There seems to be a KTV in Koreatown."

"I kind of want to go, but I guess it will be very late when I come back."

"Forget it, let's come out and sing next time on a Friday or Saturday!"

"Okay, okay, let's make an appointment next time."

Gu Jiayang asked Xie Yao, "Squad leader, why are you going back?"

Xie Yao's face was slightly flushed, like the setting sun dyed the sky, but he spoke clearly: "I hit you, how about you?"

Gu Jiayang patted Zhao Jin next to him: "I'll go with him, we'll go back by bus."

"Oh good." Xie Yao nodded, "Then you guys go back quickly."

A few people stood under the street lamp, the light was dim, and they felt a little bit reluctant.

The boy did not forget to tell the girls to be safe on the road, and even wanted to send them back, but was politely rejected by several girls.

The girls in the third class are basically a bit rigid: "Just forget about you drunks, we will send you back. If your parents see it, they will probably break your legs."

Several boys laughed together, and then a group of people dispersed at the intersection until only Xie Yao, Yan Zhou, and a classmate he was not familiar with remained.

The classmate was on the phone and reported the address loudly, as if asking the parents to pick it up.

Xie Yao stood at the intersection in a daze, always feeling that something should be done in action, but his brain couldn't move smoothly, and the two parts were not coordinated, so he had to stand still and calm down.

Yan Zhou glanced at him, feeling a little headache, so he reached out to hail a taxi for him.

When the car arrived, he noticed that Xie Yao was still looking ignorant, just staring at the flashing lights on the taxi.

"I stopped the car for you, told the driver where you live, and asked him to take you back." Yan Zhou pushed him forward.

Xie Yao said "Oh" twice, stepped forward and bent down to shout at the driver: "Where do you live?"

driver:? ? ?

Yan Zhou: ...

Yan Zhou dragged Xie Yao back, and rarely asked frantically, "Where do you live, tell me."

"You don't understand." Xie Yao waved his hand, "I live in another world, and I can't send it back now."

Yan Zhou: "?"

Yan Zhou had an intuition that he might not be able to figure it out for a while, so he had to apologize to the driver and tell him to leave first, and then simply dragged Xie Yao to sit down by the flower bed.

The two faced each other with wide-eyed eyes, the air was a little frozen, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

Yan Zhou felt that it was necessary to take out his mobile phone to record the situation of this idiot, so as not to refuse to admit it when he woke up tomorrow, so he silently turned on the video recording.

"Don't talk to me, where do you live?" Yan Zhou pointed his phone at Xie Yao and said seriously.

"I really live in another world..." Xie Yao hung his head and thought for a while, "Well... what's going on here? Do you think I'm a fairy boy?"

Yan Zhou said "huh", "Why don't you say that there are mountains and seas over there?"

Xie Yao said in surprise, "How did you know that!"

Yan Zhou: "..."

He replied indifferently: "I reckon, you might be a Smurf."

It's a bit silly to have a serious conversation between a sober person and a person whose IQ is completely offline.

Yan Zhou stood up from the edge of the flower bed irritably, Xie Yao thought he was going to leave, so he quickly grabbed Yan Zhou's wrist from behind.

"Don't go!"

Yan Zhou said politely: "I'm just a mortal, Gui Xiannan, don't embarrass me, I can't send you back."

Xie Yao wanted to think about the authenticity of his words, but found that his mind couldn't turn: "No... Anyway, you stay with me for a while, I'm not feeling well right now, dizzy, and my heart is beating fast."

Yan Zhou had no intention of throwing a drunk man on the side of the street. He looked into Xie Yao's eyes and didn't know what to do for a moment.

After a while, Xie Yao stood up suddenly, grabbed Yan Zhou's wrist and strode forward.

"What are you doing?"

Xie Yao's brain is not clear, but his articulate words are clear: "Xiaxiaoshi, take a walk."

Then with a swipe of a pen: "Let's go!"

Yan Zhou was pulled forward by his wrist, and he broke free, and took the initiative to grab Xie Yao's schoolbag strap, and was dragged towards the crosswalk by him.

"Walk well."

Xie Yao blinked, "I know."

Not far from the intersection is the entrance of the overpass. Xie Yao walked up the overpass with big strides, and rushed forward with his head depressed, as if he had endless energy in his legs.

Yan Zhou was confused by him, and he didn't speak when he asked him, so he had to follow behind.

Finally, Xie Yao felt a little tired, put his hands on his knees, squatted for a while, and then lay down on the railing of the overpass, looking at the mighty river under the overpass with his hands down.

The lights on both sides of the river are reflected on the river, like crashing and falling stars all over the sky. In the distance, there is the sound of the whistle of the ship, floating faintly on the river at night.

Xie Yao looked at it for a long time, and also remained silent for a long time, until the wind on the overpass blew through his whole body, and then said: "It's quite interesting."

Yan Zhou froze for a moment, not following the drunk's thoughts.

"Fighting." Xie Yao spoke out slowly, "There are also things like not doing homework, being punished to stand, studying self-criticism, working part-time..."

"The life of a scumbag is quite rich."

Yan Zhou paused for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "Is this telling the truth after drinking?"

Xie Yao gave a soft "um" and was still lying on the railing looking at the mighty river. The sound of water flowing under the bridge was vague and unreal.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little tired, so tired that he didn't want to say a word.

The wind was a little cold, Xie Yao was wearing a thin shirt, couldn't help but sneezed, and then rubbed his nose.

"It's too late, let's go back." Yan Zhou reminded him lightly.

Xie Yao finally nodded obediently, and followed Yan Zhou down the overpass.

"Where do you live?"

Xie Yao seemed to be a little sober, thought for a while, and then gave an address: "Shengyue Community."

Just as Yan Zhou was about to reach out to hail a taxi, he suddenly felt as if he had no impression of this neighborhood at all. He opened the navigation and searched, but found that he couldn't find it at all.

"Do you see these two words?"

Xie Yao came over to take a look, and nodded heavily, "Yes! It's this Sheng, this Yue."

Yan Zhou changed the navigation and searched again, but found that he still couldn't find it.Now he seriously suspects that the drunk's IQ is jumping up and down repeatedly, and he is teasing him.

Yan Zhou dialed Lao Yang directly, didn't say anything about drinking and sending Xie Yao home, but only vaguely said that he wanted to send something.

Lao Yang looked through the address book and found that Xie Yao's address was still from another province.

"I guess it's because I moved and didn't change it. If you have anything, just give it to him on Monday. It's not safe to send it on the road so late. It shouldn't be anything important. If it doesn't work, just give it to him on Monday." ah……"

Yan Zhou stood helplessly in the wind, messing around.

A drunk standing beside him stood upright, without any problems, except his brain.

Yan Zhou's temples were throbbing, he cursed secretly, thinking about the possibility of getting drunk and staying in a nearby hotel.

One is that he did not bring his ID card with him, and the other is that he has to go to school tomorrow. The situation of the drunk is still unclear, and he is still a little worried.

Yan Zhou struggled violently in his heart, finally gave up, and said to Xie Yao fiercely, "Let me let you go tonight, and I will settle the score with you tomorrow."

Holding Xie Yao's schoolbag, he stopped a taxi, directly stuffed people into it roughly, slammed the door, and sat in the back seat on the other side.

"Master, go to Laurel Garden, the one near Mingcheng Middle School."

"Come on~ Are you guys drinking?" The master smelled a faint smell of alcohol coming from the back seat.

"Ah."

The master couldn't help but said in a long-winded way: "Hey, I'm still a student. What kind of wine should I drink? I have to go to school tomorrow. My family should be worried if they find out..."

Yan Zhou prevaricated a few words, then glanced to the side, and found that Xie Yao was leaning on the window with his head tilted, drowsy. When the car turned a corner, his head hit the window.

Today you are my uncle... Yan Zhou slandered in his heart, and then reached out to support Xie Yao's half body to prevent him from hitting his head on the glass window again.

After getting out of the car, he managed to push people up to the fifth floor, and Yan Zhou broke out in sweat.

Xie Yao looked at the house number, and suddenly his IQ jumped online: "This is not my house."

Yan Zhou said stiffly while taking the key, "This is my home."

Xie Yao wondered: "Why did you bring me to your house? What do you want to do?"

Yan Zhou almost laughed out of anger.

"I advise you not to say a few words." Yan Zhou clenched the key tightly and warned, "I really want to kick you out right now."

"Before I regret it, it's better to shut up."

Maybe it was because Yan Zhou's cold voice sounded too threatening, Xie Yao maintained his IQ for two seconds, and said "hmm" obediently.

Yan Zhou pushed open the bedroom door, looked at his bed, and hesitated how to deal with this drunk.

When he took out a quilt from the cabinet, he turned around and saw that the drunk was already lying on the dining table quietly, his body rising and falling in a regular sleep, and his schoolbag was casually thrown under his feet.

"Wake up, don't sleep yet." Yan Zhou shook Xie Yao, "It's okay for you to sleep on the floor."

Xie Yao narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why should I sleep on the floor, can't I sleep on the bed?"

"I... am I not a guest?"

Yo, taking advantage of it, IQ is on the line?

Yan Zhou looked at him indifferently and said, "You reek of alcohol, it stinks too much. It's already cheap for you to lay the floor for you."

Why on earth would he reason with a drunk?

Xie Yao raised his head and said in a daze, "It's uncomfortable to sleep on the floor, how can you let guests... sleep on the floor."

The two stalemate for a while.

Suddenly Xie Yao got up from the chair and walked towards the bathroom: "I see."

Yan Zhou: What do you know?You are so scary...

Yan Zhou followed to the bathroom and found that Xie Yao was hard at work unbuttoning his shirt.

However, the drunkard's actions were really inflexible, as if he was relieved, Xie Yao tore off the remaining buttons at once, took off his shirt and threw it to the side, very chic.

Yan Zhou looked at Guang Yiguo's back, and said with difficulty: "...What are you doing?"

Xie Yao turned his head, as if he didn't quite understand why he asked such a question.

"Take a bath before going to bed."