This is two Alphas dating

What Yu Chengsong said last night was serious. Yin Gu didn't see him at the same table for three consecutive classes this morning. There was only a table full of A4 papers filled with snacks, silently declaring his presence.

The teachers of mathematics, chemistry, and English even asked why Qian Xiaoyu asked for leave at the same table, but none of them asked "Why didn't Yu Chengsong come?"

Yin Gu didn't know whether to lament that his tablemate could come and go whenever he wanted, how chic he was, or whether he should be curious about what Yu Chengsong did before and made the teachers give up collectively.

In the fourth class, someone finally asked, because it was the class teacher's physics class.

Lao Li walked in with a tea mug full of smiles, turned around and saw the empty seat next to Yin Gu, performed a smile and disappeared instantly, and was so surprised that the end of the voice split: "Yu Chengsong didn't come?!"

The disbelief in Lao Li's tone made Yin Gu feel that his deskmate was a good boy who never came in late or left early, and today's sudden absenteeism shocked the teacher's family.

Lao Li's eyes fell on him, "What's going on?" in bold letters, as if Yu Chengsong had an inescapable responsibility for skipping class.

But he didn't intend to respond.

Yu Chengsong didn't explain anything to him last night, and he could be wrong about what he said now, and with Yu Chengsong's personality, this kind of thing should happen often, and someone will definitely deal with the aftermath.

Sure enough, Qian Xiaoyu raised her hand and said loudly with inexplicable pride: "Brother Song has a cold."

Yin Gu couldn't hold back his laughter, it was really a gang.

I have a cold...it's because I was drunk with milk tea and didn't wake up.

What surprised him even more was that Lao Li actually believed this kind of excuse that had been used so badly by the students.

"Why don't you call me to ask for leave, I'm sure you won't be able to come here for a day, and I don't know if you have taken any medicine, who can contact him after class is over—" Lao Li was interrupted by Qian Xiaoyu in the middle of his speech.

Qian Xiaoyu continued to raise her hand and said solemnly: "Brother Song said he ate it."

Yin Gu: "Puchi..."

If your Brother Song knew that you were such a tiger, you might have asked me to ask for leave last night.

"...All right," Old Li paused, and said to them: "In the future, remember to call me to ask for leave first, don't skip class secretly, if you ask Director Han to catch you, you have to ask your parents...Let's go to class first. Take out the practice questions from yesterday, and we talked about..."

Yu Chengsong got up early in the morning, and last night because of the cup of sugar-free milk green mother made a fuss until midnight, insisting that he was not on the right mind to commit murder, Yu Chengdi was so scared that he hugged his head and cried.He was so merciful that he took the poor little idiot into his bedroom to sleep together, but the little idiot would sleep if he didn't sleep, and when he fell asleep, he would possess his mother's electric toothbrush and grind his teeth all night.

He's still playing "Crack-Crack-Crack-Crack" in his head now.

He rubbed his temples while going upstairs, didn't sleep all night, and had a fight in the morning, now his whole body is sore, his head also hurts intermittently like an electric discharge drill.

Feeling bad, very bad.

Why is he assigned to Class [-], why is Class [-] on the fourth floor, why does he go to school, why does he fight, why why why.

When he is in a bad mood, he is a book - "One Hundred Thousand Whys".

Hold.

"Hey, if you want me to tell you that you feel sleepy when you go home, I'll give you a front-end for you to see your face now." Zhou Zheyu held the phone in front of his eyes, "It's like a pregnant woman who gave birth prematurely in August and hasn't had a confinement yet. My son's poor father, tsk tsk."

Yu Chengsong squinted his eyes to look at the person on the phone, that face full of irritability could be concretized into a common word - "fuck | your mother".

"Have you been born in eight months of pregnancy?" Yu Chengsong pushed away the phone, "Didn't you come out of me, why, you still have your own pursuit of barrenness and uterus?"

"Fuck, you are Huang," Zhou Zheyu covered his face, "I like it so much."

When they reached the door of the class, the two parted ways, Zhou Zheyu shouted the report from the front door, and Yu Chengsong entered directly from the back door.

"Report, teacher, I just had diarrhea." Zhou Zheyu said standing at the door.

Lao Li waved his hand, let him in, and looked back, "Yu Chengsong, have you recovered from your cold?"

Yu Chengsong pulled his chair away and sat on it with a sullen face, without lifting his head, "I'm dying of illness, I plan to die at school and give you three days off."

"You kid... you two come to my office after class, and I'll find some medicine for you," Lao Li said.

"Old Li, you are still so handsome today that I can't look directly at you!" Zhou Zheyu clapped his hands.

Yu Chengsong took off his coat and spread it on the table, and lay down directly to sleep.

When Lao Li was lecturing, the class was quite quiet, but he still didn't sleep well.

In the dream, a group of electric toothbrushes turned into a crowd, creaking and creaking around him, and Yu Chengsong had eight heads, which were not enough to fry, until he smelled an aroma, malt...ah no, the aroma of butter.

He tried to open his eyes, and he didn't know when he changed from sleeping on his stomach to sleeping on his side. There shouldn't be red marks on his face... His vision went from blurry to clear, Yin Gu's side face and the matcha towel roll in his hand Appear in front of you together.

"Good afternoon." Seeing him awake, Yin Gu unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and put it on his desk. "Did you stay up late yesterday?"

Yu Chengsong frowned, still a little unresponsive, and stared at him for a long time before sitting up rubbing his neck, his bones and joints roared loudly, as if he was about to transform.

He rubbed his head irritably, and casually pulled his bangs back twice with his fingers, then took out a black rubber band from his pocket and tied it behind his head, then said in a hoarse voice: "Stay up all night, all night long!" Didn't sleep, fuck it."

Yin Gu looked at the puller, and the handsome and arrogant face that was finally fully revealed, without saying a word.

Yu Chengsong took the mineral water and drank half a bottle in one go before he felt his mind clear up, and turned to him and asked, "Where did you buy it?"

Yin Gu was stunned.

"Towel roll." Yu Chengsong said.

"I ordered takeaway, and the name of the store is 'It's not bad'." Yin Gu said.

"How much? I'll buy—" Yu Chengsong said.

"Not for sale." Yin Gu smiled.

"My good boy, I really want to have a fight right now. Don't challenge my endurance." Yu Chengsong leaned on the chair, shook his head, took out his phone and clicked on it. There were more than ten unread messages, so let him take a moment I have no interest in opening it.

"It's not for sale, it's free for the same table," Yin Gu pushed the two boxes of towel rolls onto his table, "You're in such a bad mood?"

"I'm in a fucking mood," Yu Chengsong took one box and pushed the other back, "Thanks, I'll treat you to a good meal tomorrow."

"Fighting again?" Consultant Yin.

Yu Chengsong glanced at him, but said nothing.

"The injury on your face is quite obvious, more obvious than the bloody streak yesterday, are you sure you don't need me to accompany you to the infirmary?" Yin Gu rested his chin, looking at him with genuine concern.

"Don't go to high school, really," Yu Chengsong opened the cake box, and the sweet but not greasy animal cream aroma made him sigh comfortably. Whoever invented the cream really needs to be awarded a certificate and an eraser, "With this It’s a waste of talent to insist on not selling insurance, and I’ll show you the way, if you sell medical insurance, you’ll definitely have enough to eat.”

"I think this wound will leave a scar," Yin Gu said.

"I think you're bored right now." Yu Chengsong ate a mouthful of the towel roll, and the matcha honey beans were always in love.

"Are you ugly?" Advisor Yin.

"Smack you," Yu Chengsong glanced at him. He still missed it yesterday. Yin Gu's personality should be added, and he is very good at teasing. Yuanqian City Hospital, more than 20 are black cars, no thanks, just call Dad."

Yin Gu was not frightened at all, instead he said with a smile, "It would be ugly to have a scar."

He originally had Ruifeng eyes, and his upper eyelids naturally covered part of his eyeballs. He looked like he was smiling if he didn't smile. Now that he smiled deliberately, Yu Chengsong felt that his fists had a tendency to greet his face uncontrollably.

"Fuck, you can eat it even if you are greedy, don't you recite scriptures in my ear, okay you young man." Yu Chengsong said as he raised his hand to wipe the wound on his face, the tip of the knife was scratched, he didn't pay attention at the time, now hissing It hurts.

He told Yin Gu, the son of a bitch, to say that he had a demonic obstacle, and he also started to worry.

It won't really leave scars, his handsome and shocking face...

Yin Gu put the last straw on the balance in his heart, the corners of his lips curved slightly: "I will call you Dad without leaving a scar."

Yu Chengsong: "..."

Hey, he's going to believe it if he's so big.