Begins health as a slag cannon fodder [Transmigration Book]

Except for Song Nuonuo, who is still a child, the four members of the Song family are not very good at eating supper after eight o'clock.

So it is rare to see the lights in the kitchen still on after ten o'clock, exuding the smell of food aroma.

"Let's eat. If it's too late, eat something light." Song Yao washed her hands and motioned Pei Lin to take the noodles to the restaurant.

Pei Lin looked at the noodles with abundant ingredients, and wondered if Song Yao had put all the ingredients in the refrigerator for him.

Song Yao cleaned up, yawned and walked out to sit opposite Pei Lin to play with her mobile phone, "I'm going back to school the day after tomorrow, have you done your homework yet?"

Pei Lin bit the noodles and paused, "What homework?"

"The homework given by the school." Song Yao looked up at him, "Forget it, you definitely didn't do it."

Except for the first day, Pei Lin stayed with him for almost the past two days, and when he was in the hotel, he checked his suitcase, and everything was in it except for the homework.

Pei Lin took a sip of the noodles, "How can a school bully do homework, this is not in line with the school bully's personality. The noodles are delicious."

"I can teach you if you like."

"I prefer you cook it for me."

Song Yao twitched her lips and acted like a smirk.

After eating and drinking, the next step is to sleep.

Song Yao huddled under the quilt on her side, with a steam eye mask prepared beside her pillow. Seeing Pei Lin come out of the wash, she said, "I'm going to sleep, turn off the light."

Pei Lin paused, oh, went around to the other side of the bed and lay down, leaned over to turn off the light.

"Good night."

Song Yao's gentle voice came from the dark night.

"Good night."

The quilt has a faint fragrance of laundry detergent, which is warm and makes people feel full of security and happiness.And the short conversation with Song Yao just now made Pei Lin feel as if he had lived with Song Yao for a long time.

I don't know how long it has passed, it was still raining and thundering outside, but what I heard was the boy's shallow breathing, Pei Lin didn't feel sleepy at all, and stared at a certain place on the floor in a daze.

"Ah chirp-"

Song Yao suddenly sneezed a little, Pei Lin thought he was still awake, so he called their names softly: "Song Yao?"

"Hmm..." Song Yao vaguely heard someone calling him, subconsciously responded, her consciousness was still very confused.

"It's okay, you go to sleep."

"Well……"

Maybe it was because of the drowsiness from the people around him, or maybe it was because the environment made him feel at ease and comfortable. Pei Lin felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and his consciousness gradually became drowsy, and he fell asleep not long after.

"It's really fun for you to go skiing. If I knew it earlier, I would have the cheek to go with you."

At a breakfast shop, Cheng Yuhao took Song Yao's mobile phone and looked at the photos Song Yao took at the ski resort, the envy in his eyes was very obvious.

"I didn't think it was a big deal at first, but now I saw the photos, damn, it's so good." He returned the phone to Song Yao.

"It's okay, but I didn't play for long, and I'll be back the next day." Song Yao said as she put the phone back in her pocket.

Fu Yan stared at Pei Lin who was sitting next to Song Yao: "Brother Pei, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Pei Lin leaned against the back of the chair, raised his eyelids a little when he heard this, and hummed: "No, I just feel a little sleepy."

It can be said that last night was the earliest he went to bed, and the most peaceful sleep on a thunderstorm night, but because he went to bed too early, he became sleepier and sleepier, as if he would never get enough sleep.

Cheng Yuhao and Fu Yan didn't know whether Pei Lin slept at Song's house or with Song Yao last night, they just thought that Pei Lin played games all night again last night.

Coming out to have breakfast together this morning was also a very sudden plan. Cheng Yuhao called them early in the morning and called Song Yao if he didn't answer the call at that time. After waiting for more than ten minutes, he saw Song Yao Yao and Pei Lin appeared at the breakfast shop together.

The table was covered with all kinds of breakfast snacks, Song Yao brought a cup of hot soybean milk for all three of them, and asked them to have a sip before eating.

"Student Xiao Song, you are very good at keeping healthy." Cheng Yuhao looked down at the red dates in the hot soybean milk, "I still prefer to drink ice."

"Drinking something iced early in the morning in winter looks like you're making your own stomach." Song Yao said after taking a sip.

"But it's cool."

Hearing their conversation, Pei Lin opened his eyes and talked about health preservation. There were several cans of red dates and goji berries on the desk in Song Yao's room last night.

Pei Lin picked up the hot soy milk and took a sip. After drinking the soy milk, he felt much warmer all over his body.

"By the way, Xiao Song, have you finished your homework?" Fu Yan asked.

"I finished writing, what's the matter? Do you want it?"

Fu Yan nodded, "Yes, thank you, good people have a safe life."

"But I didn't bring it out." Song Yao said.

"It's okay, I'll go home with you to get homework later."

Cheng Yuhao looked at Fu Yan strangely, "Why do you suddenly have to do your homework? There is only one day left before you can finish it all?"

"It's ok, just write math and English." Fu Yan said, "Didn't you watch the class? Math and English have to be checked, and those who haven't finished writing have to copy the paper, or five times."

Cheng Yuhao: "..."

Cheng Yuhao immediately clicked on Penguin, and scolded while flipping through the chat records: "I don't know what Lao Liu did. Instead of creating a WeChat group, I met you on Penguin. Isn't Penguin a chat software that elementary school students only use."

Fortunately, this class with a teacher is usually very quiet. It doesn't take long for Cheng Yuhao to read the messages sent by the math teacher and English teacher, and then cursed "Damn".

Fu Yan laughed to see if Yu Hao was stupid now, and when he turned his head and saw the opposite side, his smile paused.

Pei Lin was still lazily leaning on the back of the chair, but he passed Song Yao with his left hand on the back of Song Yao's chair, as if he wanted to enclose the boys in his own territory and not allow others to peep.

Pei Lin lowered his eyes slightly and watched Song Yao scrolling through Weibo, the gentle smile in his eyes was something he had never noticed.

The boy seemed to have seen some funny joke, so he held up the phone sideways to Pei Lin for him to read.

"Fuck! Song Yao, lend me your homework too! Er Yan, I'll sleep at your house tonight." Cheng Yuhao's loud voice drew Fu Yan's attention back, and Fu Yan was helpless glanced at him.

"Sleep as long as you sleep." He and Cheng Yuhao have known each other for a long time, maybe four years, and each other's family members are very familiar with each other, not to mention the fact that his mother and Cheng Yuhao's mother are good girlfriends.

Song Yao nudged Pei Lin with her elbow, "You don't want to write?"

Pei Lin glanced at him, "You want me to write?"

Song Yao choked: "This is your own homework, I think you can write it if you write it?"

"Yes." Pei Lin said in a relaxed tone.

Song Yao: "..." When did Pei Lin become so talkative about his studies?

"Then you write." He said.

So, in the living room of the Song family after ten o'clock, three tall and long-legged boys crowded around a coffee table to catch up with homework.Song Jianyu, who came back from a stroll with Song Nuonuo in his arms, looked at it and sighed, "Youth——"

Pei Lin and the others didn't know if they were young or not. Anyway, they only knew that their minds were in a mess, and everything they looked at seemed to be English letters.

"Fuck, what are these damn things?" Cheng Yu Hao's brows and eyes were tinged with irritability, and the words he wrote became more and more flying.

Song Yao was the only one present who didn't have to rush homework. He went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea and poured them all a cup. Cheng Yuhao smelled a sweet smell and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"Let me think about it." Song Yao took a sip, "It seems to be called pineapple pear bamboo leaf tea?"

"Good guy, that's a really long name."

"I bought it online, but I haven't tried it yet," Song Yao said.

"I'm just thirsty, I'll try it." Cheng Yuhao took a sip, the tea had a hint of pear sweetness, "It's delicious."

Fu Yan said while drinking: "I feel like today is the most healthy day for me in 18 years."

Get up early to eat breakfast, drink red dates and hot soy milk, and now I am drinking tea.If his mother found out, she might think that someone took her son's soul.

Pei Lin put down his pen and felt his eyes hurt a bit. Song Yao noticed that he was rubbing his eyebrows and asked, "Are your eyes tired?"

"Huh?" Pei Lin looked at him, "A little bit."

"You can rest for a while." Song Yao said, "I will go back to school tomorrow night, and there is still one day left."

Cheng Yuhao stretched his hands upwards, stretched his waist and said, "No, I have to finish writing today, so that I can continue playing for another day tomorrow."

Fu Yan now feels that he is numb, "Could you not write the process and just write the answer to the big questions after the math?"

Cheng Yuhao said: "It should be possible. The teacher didn't just check whether you have completed your homework, and didn't say that you must complete it 100% perfectly."

Song Yao said: "It's better to write one or two processes, otherwise it will look empty."

Pei Lin tilted his head back, with the paper on his face, no matter how he looked at it, he looked hopeless.

"what to do."

Song Yao opened the paper and met a pair of dark eyes, the emotions in the eyes were unclear, but when she saw Song Yao, a smile flashed across her face.

"Didn't you say that, Teacher Xiao Song, take a break."

Pei Lin looked at Song Yao, the boy's beautiful face was close at hand, his skin was very fair, and the fine fluff could be seen clearly at too close a distance, and the long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing the restless psychological activities of the owner at the moment.

"Hmm..." Song Yao looked away, took a sip and found that the tea was already a bit cold, so she got up and poured some warm ones in.

Song Nuonuo came out in his car beeping, and stopped precisely one step away from Song Yao, and said in the voice of grandma: "Brother-papa asked Nuonuo to ask, Xiao Pei and the others, do you want to stay for dinner?" .”

Cheng Yuhao pondered: "Xiao Pei?"

Song Nuonuo got out of the car, came to her brother's arms with small steps and sat down on her buttocks, raised her head and said to the brother she had never seen before, "It's a duck."

Cheng Yuhao laughed out loud.

Pei Lin glanced at him, and said lightly, "Be careful of choking to death on your own saliva."

Cheng Yuhao: "..."

Fu Yan had also met Song Nuonuo before, and saw that this little guy was so attached to Song Yao, the relationship between the two brothers seemed to be very good.

But he remembered that Song Yao used to hate his younger brother very much, wishing he could be three meters away from him.

Song Nuonuo played with his elder brother's hand and whispered, "Brother, Nuonuo wants to eat the rice you cooked."

"Brother will cook breakfast for you tomorrow, how about eating the rice cooked by Auntie today? Auntie's rice is also delicious." Song Yao coaxed.

"Auntie's, it's delicious too." Song Nuonuo glanced carefully in the direction of the kitchen, and then continued to whisper, "But brother's cooking is the best and most delicious."

Song Yao's heart melted, how could he have such a lovely brother.

The three of Pei Lin continued to do their homework after eating at Song's house at noon, and they didn't finish their math and English until five or six in the afternoon.

Cheng Yuhao immediately put away the pen after filling in the last English letter, "I don't want to touch the pen again during this period of time."

Fu Yan also breathed a sigh of relief, "They will definitely be moved to the point of crying."

With no expression on his face, Pei Lin folded all the test papers and weekly newspapers and put them on the floor next to him, and said with a wooden face, "Don't let me see them again." He must have been out of his mind before agreeing to Song Yao's homework.

Song Yao looked at them amusedly, especially Pei Lin, who lost his temper and was really cute.He stretched out his hand and rubbed Pei Lin's head, smoothing out the frizzy hair, "Have a sip of tea to calm down, you should think so, at least you won't be punished for copying papers then."

Pei Lin looked at him quietly, with a condemning expression of "you're so embarrassed to say it", which made Song Yao feel a little bit guilty.

Letting a school bully do homework is amazing.

Song Yao sighed inwardly: besides him, who else is there.