Begins health as a slag cannon fodder [Transmigration Book]

The next day, the sky cleared and the sun hung high, obviously it was getting late.

Last night, the alarm clock on the mobile phone rang. Song Yao just turned over and touched the mobile phone to turn off the alarm clock. The hand on her waist suddenly tightened, and her warm chest was pressed against her back.

"Go to bed again, it's still early." A low-pitched voice between a teenager and a young man came from behind his ears, with imperceptible gentleness.

Song Yao groaned in response, she slept too late last night and now she is very sleepy, her mind is muddled, just when he was about to fall asleep again in the next second, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Song Yao turned her head, Pei Lin's handsome face was close at hand, and the latter was so close that she could hear her shallow breathing.

So, here comes the question, how could Pei Lin be in his bed?

Song Yao woke up instantly, frowning and trying to recall everything that happened after returning to the dormitory last night.

First of all, he didn't drink, and after bringing him back to the dormitory, Pei Lin said he wanted to take a shower.

Then, Pei Lin said that he...

Well, I will omit this.

Then, Pei Lin held his hand...

Hold? !

Song Yao's hands under the blanket trembled slightly, and all the soreness that he had been ignoring all the time surged up at this moment.

Song Yao grabbed the quilt and covered his face, and put it down after a while, recalling what happened last night made him completely awake.

how could this be...

Did he drink too last night?no?So why did he agree to Pei Lin to help him with that kind of thing?

Song Yao looked angrily at Pei Lin, who was sleeping soundly, and stretched out her hand to pinch Pei Lin's face, but he didn't dare to use force.

Pei Lin didn't wake up, but he stretched out his hand to grab Song Yao's hand and put it back under the bed, and said in a confused voice, "It's cold."

I don't know if it means that Song Yao's hands are cold or the air outside is too cold. Song Yao's hands will be cold when placed outside the bed.

Song Yao sighed.

There are only a few items left in the school sports meeting, which can end in the morning.

Song Yao stabilized her mind, took the mobile phone and clicked on it with the mentality that as long as she didn't feel embarrassed, the whole world would not be embarrassed. Seeing that no one in the group spoke, she turned to send a message to the squad leader asking if she wanted to go to the playground to gather.

[Squad Leader: No, continue to sleep (sleepy) (sleepy)]

Song Yao put down her phone, went back to sleep peacefully, and then caught up on sleep.However, the presence of the people behind her was so strong that Song Yao closed her eyes for a few minutes, but couldn't help but open them behind her.

Turning around, she looked at Pei Lin who was still sleeping.

How could this man sleep so soundly?

Song Yao cautiously stretched out her hand again from under the quilt, and lightly touched Pei Lin's eyelashes with her index finger. The latter's eyelids moved. He thought that Pei Lin had woken up, so he retracted his hand.

In the end, Pei Lin only moved because of the sudden itching.

Pei Lin is really handsome. It's hard to believe that they were unfamiliar with the relationship that was second only to his classmates before, but now Pei Lin has fallen in love with him. Last night they...

Stop, stop, think no more.

Song Yao turned over and faced the ceiling, and after a few minutes of staring blankly with a wooden face, she felt that she really didn't feel like going back to sleep, so she took the hands on her waist and got up.

Fu Yan on the opposite side was still sleeping, and the whole dormitory was quiet.

When Song Yao was washing up, he suddenly felt a faint tingling sensation in the palm of his right hand when twisting the towel. He opened his hand and put it in front of him. The palm of his hand didn't know whether it was red from the cold water or because it was rubbed for a long time last night. It caused redness, and the skin on one part of the palm was broken.

Song Yao was tired and returned to the room after washing. She made a cup of cereal and drank it for breakfast. She took out an exercise book and wrote the matching papers in it.

I don't know how long it took to write, Song Yao stretched back after finishing the paper, took out her mobile phone and checked the time, it was past eleven o'clock.

Song Yao felt that if they didn't wake them up, it would be too late for lunch, and she didn't know whether to have class in the afternoon.

Just about to wake people up, the door of the dormitory opened from the outside, and Lin Jiashan walked in with a few bags in his hand, he was stunned when he saw Song Yao.

After closing the door, he raised his hand carrying the bag and said, "I packed some food for you, haven't they gotten up yet?"

"Not yet, I was just about to wake them up." Song Yao went to call Fu Yan first, and then turned back to wake Pei Lin up.

Lin Jiashan oh, he put the bag on his desk, and saw Song Yao return to his bed from the corner of his eyes, just about to ask Song Yao if he went to call Pei Lin, when he saw Song Yao lifted the quilt, and a person slept inside.

Lin Jiashan silently swallowed what he was about to say.

"Pei Lin, wake up, it's time to get up."

Pei Lin turned over and buried his face in the soft and fragrant quilt, as if he heard someone calling him, he slowly opened his eyes.

"It's already eleven o'clock, and I won't be able to eat lunch if I don't get up again." Song Yao said.

"I just saw in the group that the class leader sent a message saying that I have to go back to class in the afternoon, the monthly exam next Thursday, and the parent meeting next Wednesday." Lin Jiashan sighed after finishing speaking, "Why, even in the third year of high school, there is still a parent meeting."

"Should just be talking about some precautions for studying in the third year of high school." After Song Yao finished speaking, she looked down at Pei Lin who closed her eyes again, "..."

Why fell asleep again.

Song Yao stared at Pei Lin for several seconds, and finally pinched Pei Lin's nose, "Get up."

Pei Lin lacked breath for a few seconds, and opened his eyes again. He looked at Song Yao in front of him, and was dazed for a few seconds.

"Lin Jiashan packed something delicious and came back, hurry up and brush your teeth, wash your face, and eat your breakfast." Song Yao got out of bed as soon as she spoke, leaving Pei Lin on the bed who was still dazed.

Lin Jiashan had already eaten, he went back to bed to play with his mobile phone, saw Fu Yan got up, and said, "Put it on my table, you can take it yourself."

Fu Yan hummed, got out of bed with sleepy eyes and went to brush her teeth.

Pei Lin sat up, and the quilt slipped off his shoulders. He subconsciously reached out to grab it, but found that the pattern on the quilt was not the pattern he was familiar with, but a very cute little light blue dolphin.

This seems to be Song Yao's quilt.He snatched Song Yao's quilt through a small aisle when he was sleeping last night?

Fu Yan woke up a lot after washing up, but his head still hurt a little. When he looked up and saw Pei Lin on Song Yao's bed, he didn't react for a while and asked directly: "Brother Pei, why are you on Song Yao's bed?"

Good question, Pei Lin himself is also thinking about why he is on Song Yao's bed, no wonder he always smells a faint fragrance when he is half asleep and half awake, it is very comfortable, this kind of fragrance has never appeared on his bed.

With this question in mind, Pei Lin got out of bed to wash up, walked to the balcony, accidentally glanced at the half-open bathroom door, and paused.

Everything that happened last night played back in my mind like a movie.He remembered how he pestered Song Yao to give him hands last night...

It's over, Brother Pei has done a wrong thing, which may directly turn his crush into a broken love.

After Pei Lin came back from washing, he pulled his chair and sat down next to Song Yao, and then looked at Song Yao eagerly like a child who did something wrong.

Song Yao was eating steamed stuffed buns, and when he noticed Pei Lin's gaze, he subconsciously avoided it. After a second, he felt that it was just a small accident, and there was no need to freeze the relationship between the two of them.So he turned to look at Pei Lin and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Last night..." Pei Lin obviously didn't have the physique to remember nothing after waking up, he hesitated, "We..."

Song Yao interrupted what he was going to say later, and said: "Last night, there was just a small accident, so just pretend that nothing happened, we are still good friends."

Pei Lin: "..."

Pei Lin stopped talking, he was silently reflecting on his hooligan behavior last night, how could he let Song Yao do that to him.

Song Yao saw that he didn't speak, and saw that his ears were bleeding red. As an adult, he opened his mouth, but for some reason, he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Fu Yan who was behind wanted to chat with them, but felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere lingering between the two of them, a little awkward...and a little ambiguous.

Fu Yan didn't know what happened when he was sleeping last night, but looking at it now, it's better for him not to know.

Song Yao just drank the oatmeal and now he ate a few steamed buns and felt full. He tidied up the table that was a bit messy from eating breakfast, took out the papers that he had only done a few questions just now, and continued to work.

Pei Lin held a cup of soy milk in his hand, stepped on the crossbar under the chair, and watched Song Yao write the paper without saying a word. This was the first time he saw an extremely cute appearance on the school bully.

"Brother Pei." Fu Yan looked at the phone and called Pei Lin.

Pei Lin responded without looking over, "What's wrong?"

"Are you still going to the afternoon class? If not, why don't we leave later? Anyway, tomorrow is the weekend, and today is only the afternoon class." Fu Yan said.

Pei Lin didn't even think about it, "I won't go."

There is a possibility that the future boyfriend will be lost soon, so why not take it easy.

Fu Yan: "Okay, then I'll go ask the mouse, he should be at school soon."

"The monthly exam is going to be next week." Lin Jiashan turned over to face them, and focused on Song Yao, whose entire back revealed the aura of a domineering student, "Song Yao, I still don't understand one point of knowledge, I don't care. May I ask you?"

Song Yao didn't turn her head back, "Sure, what do you want to ask?"

"Physical, wait a minute, I took a photo, I'll send it to you first." Lin Jiashan became a studious Lin Jiashan again, he casually took out a piece of scratch paper and a pen and got out of bed, only to realize that he had no place after waiting. stand.

Lin Jiashan looked at Pei Lin.

Pei Lin: "..."

Pei Lin got up and dragged the chair back.

Lin Jiashan bent down, "Mr. Song, you can speak now."

As soon as Pei Lin left, Song Yao's uneasiness finally eased. He looked normal and serious just now.

In fact, he had four percent of his attention on the paper and six percent of his attention on Pei Lin, because Pei Lin was watching him.

Song Yao's hand holding the pen moved, and his eyes fell on that hand. It was white and slender, with well-defined joints. It was a pair of hands that would attract a group of hand-controlling shashashas on the Internet.

The palm is slightly hot, and the skin on the palm is still a little unnoticeably broken. Now a slight movement of the wrist will cause the whole hand to feel sore.

"Song Yao?" Lin Jiashan looked at Song Yao, who suddenly became dazed for some reason, and was still looking at his hand.

Lin Jiashan also turned his attention to his own hands. Although they were not as beautiful as Song Yao's, the knuckles were not too thick, so they could barely be considered good-looking.

Song Yao came back to his senses, and he smiled at Lin Jiashan embarrassedly, "Sorry, I was distracted." He picked up the phone and clicked on the picture sent by Lin Jiashan, "What did you just say that you didn't understand?"

"Here." Lin Jiashan put on his glasses and pointed to one of the places.

"Ah, this is actually quite easy to understand, but you need to connect the front with the back." Song Yao focused all her attention on the topic.

Fu Yan gnawed on the corn, looked at Pei Lin who was sitting cross-legged on a chair and stared at Song Yao, got up and walked over, patted Pei Lin on the shoulder, and whispered, "Brother Pei, your sight is a bit obvious, please close it."

Pei Lin didn't look back, but still stared at Song Yao, "What are you looking at?" Fu Yan couldn't beat him and joined in, imitating Pei Lin and staring at Song Yao's back.

Pei Lin said intently, "Look at my wife."