Boss, your character is broken

Song Xu sent the friend application in a doggy manner, and Cheng Heng took out his mobile phone: "Master Xu?"

Song Xu was very proud: "It's right here."

Cheng Heng changed Song Xu's unbeatable nickname to "Song Xu" with a deadpan face.

After Cheng Heng passed by, Song Xu also turned his gaze back to the phone, and he couldn't take his gaze back at Song Xu.

Song Xu never expected that among the colorful portraits of his friends, there was one with a white lotus blooming on it, with the words "Quiet Zhiyuan" written on it, and its nickname was "héng". For a moment Song Xu thought he had added some kind of father figure.

Song Xu turned his head stiffly and handed the phone to Cheng Heng: "Brother, is this you..."

Cheng Heng glanced at it and said calmly, "It's me."

Song Xu: "..."

Cheng Heng: "What's wrong?"

Song Xu smiled awkwardly: "No...it's nothing, I just think...this lotus is very suitable for you."

As soon as school was over, Song Xu and Ling Yu began to accuse Cheng Heng of all kinds of evil deeds, selectively forgetting the scene where Cheng Heng saved him, and took out Cheng Heng's portrait of a middle-aged and elderly person to ruthlessly whip him.

"Look at this lotus flower! Is this the avatar that a teenage high school student should have? Look at this tranquility! Those who don't know thought I added my dad, this fucking message came to me Can shake three times!"

"It's okay, it's Friday anyway, you won't see Cheng Heng when you go home, and he won't be able to control you anymore." Ling Yu replied extremely perfunctorily, and kept tapping his mobile phone.

Song Xu looked at Ling Yu who was rummaging through his cell phone, and he moved to Ling Yu's side: "What are you doing?"

Ling Yu: "Change your profile picture."

Song Xu: "???"

"Okay, what do you think?" Ling Yu handed the phone to Song Xu, "I think it suits me."

"Is this a fucking fad?"

When Song Xu saw Ling Yu's blooming lotus, he thought it was awesome enough, but he didn't expect that there was a string of colorful words under the lotus - never forget the original intention.

"What original intention do you still have?" Song Xu sneered and exposed Ling Yu, "Would you like to eat, drink, whore and gamble?"

"No! That's not what I said. I thought that if I changed to a student with the same style, maybe my luck would be transferred."

Song Xu: "I don't know if it will be transferred or not, but if you continue to use it, there will be one of you in my block list."

Ling Yu's family lived in the same neighborhood as Song Xu's. After sending Ling Yu home, he wandered downstairs for a while before returning home. It's not about his parents, the main reason is that Song Xu really had nothing to do with them. chat.

"Xiaoxu is back?" Song Xu's mother, Duan Yun, smiled after seeing Song Xu, with a little embarrassment in her eyes, "How is school?"

"It's fine, there's no fight or trouble." Song Xu put down his schoolbag with a blank expression.

Duan Yun's hands froze when she was packing up, as if she couldn't find anything to say, she could only say blankly: "That's pretty good."

Song Xu ignored Duan Yun, and went into the room with his schoolbag.

Song Xu's room was very clean, completely opposite to his carefree image. Beside the desk were guitars that had been broken in half and some torn extracurricular books, but most of them were crumpled into balls or directly trampled. Badly torn papers, but they were all piled up in the box and covered with dust.

"Song Xu, your father is back, hurry up and eat." Duan Yun's voice came from outside the door.

"Okay." Song Xu put down his schoolbag and replied.

Song Xu took the bowl and ate the food calmly, as if he felt that the dinner was too quiet, Song Lin took the initiative to stir up the topic: "Xiao Xu, I heard that you are divided into arts and sciences? What did you choose?"

"Wen." Song Xu concealed his personality at home, and he never said a second word if he could say one word.

Song Lin sighed, and put down his chopsticks: "Xiao Xu, you are already in the first year of high school, and the college entrance examination is two and a half years away. Have you thought about your future?"

"The future?" Song Xu sneered, "Didn't you plan my future long ago?"

"Xiao Xu, you have to know that we are always for your own good." Anger was already in Song Lin's eyes, "What do you mean by that?"

"It's not interesting, I just think the future you made is not going well." Song Xu ate with a flat expression.

"Then what are your plans? Go into the factory to screw screws after becoming a gangster?" Song Lin slammed his chopsticks on the table and made a loud noise, "I, Song Lin, can't afford to lose this person."

"Don't worry, I won't twist the screws." Song Xu stood up after eating the last bite of the meal, and said after washing the dishes, "Shandong Lanxiang or New Oriental are pretty good."

"You!" Song Lin pointed at Song Xu several times, but couldn't say a complete sentence.

Song Xu locked the door and lay on the bed. He stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, then sent a message to Ling Yu.

- Master Xu: What are you doing?

-You Brother Yu: [Automatic reply] I'm playing a game, don't bother me.

Ling Yu was not there when he was busy, and kept talking non-stop when he was free.

Song Xu was not in a good mood because he had just quarreled with Song Lin. He wanted to talk to Ling Yu, but who would have thought that this guy was actually playing games.

Song Xu began to flip through his WeChat contacts idly, and then a white lotus came into his eyes.

Cheng Heng was eating out with his friends when his phone vibrated suddenly. When he picked it up, he found that it was Song Xu's message.

- Song Xu: In?

Cheng Heng was stunned for a moment, and he frowned.

-héng: in.

- Song Xu: What are you doing?

Cheng Heng looked at his friend who was discussing whether to go to LOL or the king, and then replied blankly.

-héng: writing homework.

- Song Xu: ...

-Song Xu: Are all you bullies so inhumane?

- Song Xu: Then can you help me write my homework by the way?

-héng: Do your own thing, didn't your kindergarten teacher teach you?

-Song Xu: I haven't taught it before, do you plan to teach me, brother?

After waiting for a long time, Song Xu didn't get Cheng Heng's response, but because he teased Cheng Heng, Song Xu's impetuous heart slowly returned to calm.

It turned out that his deskmate still had this function, and Song Xu seemed to have discovered a new continent.

Song Xu spent the weekend doing nothing. At the same time, he also accepted the fact that he was in the key class. Song Xu has always been a big-hearted person. After two days of spiritual healing, on Monday morning, he put on his clothes again. The black coat that represented his mood, but this time Dong Yuan's unconscious brain had come to his senses, and he put Song Xu and the black bag of steaming "study materials" in Song Xu's hand directly.

When Song Xu walked into Class 10 with two bags of steamed buns, the loud sound of reading made Song Xu frightened into thinking that he had entered the third grade class. It took a few seconds for Song Xu to realize that the early reading in the key class was always better than the ordinary class. The shift was [-] minutes early.

Song Xu found his seat from the back door familiarly.

Cheng Heng finally did the corresponding thing in the corresponding class this time, but he took out the original English book for the early reading of Chinese.

After a few days of torture from Cheng Heng not doing serious work in class, Song Xu said that he had already taken it for granted.

He took out his mobile phone and sent Ling Yu a message.

- Master Xu: "Why haven't you come yet?"

-You Brother Yu: "Dad! I'm coming!"

Half a minute later, Ling Yu was lying on the back door of the first class and looking inside, Song Xu also found Ling Yu, and he slipped out through the back door again.

Looking at Song Xu's back as he slipped out, Cheng Heng put down the book in his hand, as if he was in deep thought.

At this time, Ling Yu and Song Xu were like an underground party transaction, he asked Song Xu mysteriously: "Did you bring it?"

"Don't worry, I brought the steamed stuffed bun from Sister Fang's house." Song Xu took out the steamed stuffed bun from behind and handed it to Ling Yu.

Ling Yu hugged the buns with tears in his eyes: "Thank you! Xiaoxu, you are my benefactor. Only you are willing to go a long way to buy this buns for me. I can't repay such a touching brotherhood!"

"Correct, it's not brotherhood, it's father-son relationship. This is the love of a father for his son."

As long as there is food, Ling Yu doesn't care so much, he repeatedly admitted that after all, they exchanged the role of "father".

"Why did your class read so early?" Ling Yu sighed listening to the loud reading sound inside, "This is too difficult."

"Key classes, you don't understand."

Ling Yu: "Actually, sometimes I really hope that your Woodpecker Project will succeed. After all, I also want to see the scene where a pervert turns into a human being."

After Song Xu heard Ling Yu's unrealistic words, he sneered: "People still have to be self-aware, I don't want to risk my life in the first class."

"But Xiaoxu, haven't you really thought about it?" Ling Yu suddenly interrupted Song Xu's words.

Song Xu: "What have you thought about?"

Ling Yu: "Based on your grades, how did you get into class one? You don't really think that the educational administration system is convulsed, do you?"

Song Xu waved his hand: "That's not true. In fact, I believe that the principal lost the bet, and then arranged me in the first class to ruin the rest of my life."

Ling Yu: "..."

Ling Yu: "Don't you think you are even more unrealistic?"

Song Xu: "Then how else do you think I can guess? I can't fucking figure out which leader got me into Class [-] because of his insanity! It's fine if I come to Class [-], and let me and the No. One at the same table! Don't they think that the first grade and the first one are also a perfect match?"

Ling Yu was amused by Song Xu, and he corrected Song Xu's mistake: "It was not deliberately arranged for you and Cheng Heng to be at the same table. To be precise, you should have chosen it yourself."

Song Xu exploded directly: "Did I scold myself for being unlucky? There is such a master who takes care of me every day."

Seeing that Song Xu was upset, Ling Yu was happy, and rubbed Song Xu's head to take advantage of it: "Come on, hurry up and enjoy your miserable life."

Song Xu: "What about you?"

Ling Yu: "Me? I eat buns."

Song Xu: "Get out!"

Angry towards Ling Yu, Song Xu returned to the class. When he sat down, he found that his deskmate didn't even read the original English book, but rested his head on his hands. Looked thoughtful.

"At the same table, have you changed your mind?"