Begins health as a slag cannon fodder [Transmigration Book]

"Brother Pei qaq!" The streaked boy was sad.

Pei Lin realized later that his reaction was a bit harsh, but Brother Pei would not show embarrassment.

He said with a cold face: "Turn your face aside, I think the smell of garlic is unpleasant."

The highlighted boy stared at Pei Lin with "unbelievable" & "you're a scumbag" eyes for a few seconds, then turned his head to the other side sadly and said to his companion, "Brother Pei has changed. A few days ago, he even asked me to buy a few boxes of garlic chicken feet for him to eat while playing games at night. Now he actually said that the garlic smell is very! Difficult! Smell!"

Pei Lin: "..."

The companion pushed his face away with a look of disgust, "I don't like the smell of garlic, move your face away for me."

Highlighted boys: "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The companion, that is, Fu Yan, said to Pei Lin: "Brother Pei, the grandchildren from the third middle school next door invited us out tomorrow night, saying that they want to let them know who is the real boss."

Pei Lin said casually: "Tell him that I don't have time and I need to make an appointment."

Fu Yan said: "I told him, but he still insisted on fighting to decide the winner."

Pei Lin sneered: "Tell him, if you are a man, you have to use a man's way to win or lose."

Fu Yan thought for a few seconds, and finally asked shamelessly: "So?"

Pei Lin took out his phone, tapped the screen a few times with his fair and slender fingers, and finally handed it to Fu Yan.

Fu Yan looked at it and asked seriously: "Brother Pei, are you serious?"

Pei Lin put the phone away and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. Seeing Fu Yan looking at him uncertainly, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Look at my expression, does it look like I'm joking?"

Fu Yan's expression was blank for a few seconds, and then turned serious, "I'll tell them."

The streaked boy finished eating the garlic-flavored chicken feet, took another sip of tea, and then turned his head to try to join in: "What are you talking about?"

Others also poked their heads out of curiosity.

Fu Yan said: "Tomorrow night we will fight like men."

The atmosphere suddenly ignited.

"Aww! That's necessary. Those people from No. [-] Middle School thought their school was a few centimeters closer to Wutong Road, so they thought that place belonged to them, and they didn't believe how much they were."

"Brother Pei, don't worry, I'll beat them to the ground tomorrow night."

"Bring the guy! But I have to report to my girlfriend that I can't come to school tomorrow night."

"No, you rat, you have to tell your girlfriend about this, you are too embarrassing for us if you are strict with your wife."

"You guys know what!" Cheng Yu Hao responded to them while holding his mobile phone and typing, "You don't have wives to take care of you and worry, you don't understand, this kind of mood is so beautiful——"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of: yue——

Cheng Yuhao grimaced, turned his back to them and continued to send wechat messages to his wife.

Everyone laughed, but Pei Lin twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed silently.

On Sunday afternoon, many boarding students packed up their things and went back to school.

Song Yao stood in front of the window, looking at the road downstairs, many students came out to buy things, it was bustling, much more lively than yesterday.

The phone ding-dong, Song Yao turned around and sat on the bean bag lazy sofa she bought recently, with a small tea table next to it, and hot water in the glass with red dates and goji berries floating on it.

Song Yao swiped open the screen to unlock, and was taken aback when she saw the note of the person who sent the message.

[Song Yingxia: I called you for living expenses this month. 】

[Song Yingxia: Go home for dinner during the Mid-Autumn Festival. 】

These two messages are obviously full of warmth and love, but Song Yao feels that there is a murderous intent behind them.

Song Yingxia, the eldest son of the Song family, the head of the Song Group, and the original elder brother.

Song Yao is ranked second in the Song family. He also has a younger brother who is only in kindergarten, named Song Yunuo, who is three years old.

Song Yao transmigrated into this body, but he didn't accept the memory of the original body. He could only know from the plot in the book that Song Yao didn't have a good relationship with his family.

Song Yao thought about it a few times and didn't know what to reply, but felt that it would be bad not to reply.

In the end it was—

[Ladle has something to say: 1]

Hidden strength and name.

Song Yingxia, who was in the office, was listening to the secretary's report when the mobile phone on the table lit up. He made a gesture and the secretary stopped reporting at the right time.

Song Yingxia set the notification not to display the details of the message, so he clicked on WeChat to see who sent him the WeChat message and the content of the message.

【Brother: 1】

The secretary saw with his own eyes that Mr. Song's expression suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy, and there were even signs of wind, thunder and rain.

The secretary was trembling, wondering if she should leave in time to let Mr. Song calm down.

Before she could think it over, she heard Song Yingxia ask her: "I remember you still have two younger brothers?"

The secretary raised his glasses, "Yes, Mr. Song."

"Do you have a good relationship with them?"

"It's good." The secretary's serious expression softened a lot when he recalled his two lovely younger brothers.

Song Yingxia didn't know what she thought of. Song Yao was cute when she was a child, but she changed when she grew up.

Song Yingxia rubbed the corners of her eyebrows that were a little sore, and waved her hand to let the secretary go first.After the secretary left, he was left alone in the office.

Song Yingxia didn't continue to work, but opened the drawer and took out a photo frame, which contained a group photo of him, Song Yao and Song Yunuo.

There is only one photo.

Over there, after Song Yao sent a 1, she put the phone aside, slumped on the lazy bean bag and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

There are three hours left before going back to school.

It seems that there are no goji berries.

What are we going to have for dinner?

Once people are free, they will run wild, thinking about here and there.

Song Yao chooses to cook dried noodles for dinner.The original body didn't know how to cook, so there wasn't much food in the refrigerator. Song Yao filled the refrigerator the next day after she arrived, and went to buy oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, so the whole house looked like a home.

After a simple dinner, Song Yao packed up her good things, put on her backpack and walked to school, meeting many students along the way.

When she was about to walk to the teaching building, Song Yao was patted on the shoulder from behind. Song Yao looked back and saw that it was a boy.Curiously, when he turned his head, the boy's expression changed instantly.

It should be: surprise - disbelief - horror.

"Are you alright?

Before Song Yao could finish speaking, the boy groaned and ran upstairs with a schoolbag on his back.

Song Ballad:? ?

Song Yao didn't understand very well, and when he went upstairs and was about to reach his class floor, he was stopped by someone.

Song Yao turned her head.

The other party was shocked and terrified.

History is always so similar.

When the fifth person called him, Song Yao had learned not to turn his head and ignore him until he returned to the class.

Oh, those people are all classmates.

Song Yao came in from the back door, calmly returned to her seat and sat down, took out a thermos and put it on the table.Then, he lightly raised his eyelids, his eyes were clear enough to look around indifferently.

Those people hissed at the same time, and their heads gathered together to whisper.

"When my mother saw him just now, I was stunned."

"Who isn't? I thought I mistook someone. It's Song Yao's twin brother. Who knew it was Song Yao himself!"

"Actually, his facial features are already pretty... I've seen him with his hair up before, but I didn't expect him to be so beautiful."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"It doesn't have to be."

Song Yao didn't know how much she had changed after she cut her hair, because this face was no different from his original face. If there was a difference, the mole on his face was probably moved to the right collarbone.

When Lao Liu, the head teacher, came to the class to inspect the evening reading, he found that everyone was looking at the books. Although there was no sound, it was much better than the previous fights.

Old Liu cleared his throat, walked down from the podium and said, "That's right, you have to look like you are reading late. You don't need to read very loudly, as long as you have a voice."

When he walked around to the penultimate row on the left, Lao Liu paused, took a step back, raised his glasses, and wondered: "Student, are you from our class?"

A few students around: "..."

Song Yao put down the book in her hand, looked up at Lao Liu, and said helplessly, "Teacher, I'm Song Yao."

Old Liu: "?"

Old Liu narrowed his small eyes behind the glasses, looked at it carefully, and said, "Song Yao?"

Song Yao nodded, "It's me, don't doubt it, I just cut my hair and didn't change it."

"Oh." Lao Liu reacted much calmer than the classmates in the class. He patted Song Yao's shoulder and said loudly, "You should have cut your hair long ago. You students should be so young and energetic."

The original body had a messy head, long and disheveled, and the whole person looked lifeless.It wasn't the first time that Lao Liu suggested that Yuan should get his hair cut, but he was rejected. After a few times, Lao Liu didn't care.

Seeing Song Yao cut her hair now, Lao Liu is very happy.

Song Yao bent the corners of her mouth, and the little dimple reappeared, her face was fair and obedient, and she said, "Yes."

Come, come, pear vortex is coming!

The students around were staring at the dimple at the corner of Song Yao's mouth without blinking their eyes. If the head teacher was not present, they would definitely take out their mobile phones and take pictures of Song Yao.

Wuwuwu pear vortex is really beautiful.

Song Yao pursed her lips, her eyes completed the crescent shape, and she wore a white sweater to line her small face, which was white and tender, and she looked very cute and harmless.

The end of the evening reading is the beginning of the first evening self-study. Pass the test papers from the first one to Song Yao. under.

He didn't know who the person sitting behind him was, but he overheard someone saying that brother Pei isn't coming to class today, so he realized that the table behind him was Pei Lin.

Oh, it's no wonder he doesn't know, after all, he has never seen his back table appear in this seat once.

Song Yao was not interested in wondering why Pei Lin didn't come to class for a week in a row, as long as he saw this person yesterday and knew he was still alive.

Question 1: Set the set A=【x-2
A.【2】B.【2,3】C.【3,4,】D.【2,3,4】

Song Yao watched for three seconds and circled the answer.

The classroom is very quiet, and the students nearby are also staring at the desktop and frowning, as if they are thinking about how to solve the problem.

In fact, if Song Yao stood up and stretched, half of the mobile phone screen could be seen under their test papers.

"The head teacher is not here" group:

[No name: Did anyone take a photo of... just now! ! 】

[No name: send it to me privately! 】

[QAQ: What photo? 】

[The orangutan doesn't want to talk: I didn't shoot!Damn, just as he was about to take out his phone, Lao Liu suddenly turned around and frightened me into stuffing my phone. 】

[Firefly sauce: Hey, you're so disgusting. 】

[The orangutan doesn't want to talk: I didn't mean it! 】

[Do you have an answer? Send me: I took it!I sent you @无名]

[The orangutan doesn't want to talk: I want to too. 】

A bunch of "me too" messages popped up underneath.

[Firefly sauce: What photos do you want? 】

[No name: Song Yao's pear dimple! 】

[QAQ: ...]

[Firefly sauce: No? ? 】

[Yingjiang: Did you forget that Song Yao is also in this group. 】

Immediately, several of the heads that were lowered at the back raised up, and the expression on each face was terrified.

Song Yao basically didn't know how to talk in the group, so they all forgot that the head teacher of this group was not there but Song Yao was, and it was too late to withdraw now.

Song Yao was writing a test paper and didn't know what happened in the group.

[Administrator] [Dahu Lobster: How about I kick Song Yao? (Blushing red against fingers.jpg)]

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Song Yao: Are you polite? ?