Begins health as a slag cannon fodder [Transmigration Book]

A small restaurant not far from the school, such a business near the school can be said that the source of income basically comes from the students, and their business will be relatively poor if the students have to go to class.

Pei Lin put on the down jacket that Song Yao had stuffed into his bosom and came to the small restaurant. He heard a few familiar voices as soon as he entered the door.

"Our brother Pei is here." A voice with a smile said.

Pei Lin walked over and looked at four young men on a round table. They all looked equally handsome. If they walked out on the street, they would think it was a boy group out for a stroll.

"The one who asked for leave or the one who climbed over the wall?" The man sitting on Pei Lin's left asked with a smile.

"Ask for leave." Pei Lin leaned back in his chair, "You don't have to go to class? Is college time so easy?"

"Sneak in." Chen Yu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and was about to light one when he was pulled away by Zhou Yan's voice next to him.

The latter looked at him coldly, "Smoking?"

"No." Chen Yu laughed.

Pei Lin glanced at them, and suddenly asked, "Brother Yu, how long have you been with Brother Yansheng?"

Chen Yu turned to look at him, "Three years. What's wrong?"

Jiang Di laughed and said, "Yeah, our brother Pei started to fall in love at the age of 18." He sat on Pei Lin's left, touched Pei Lin with his elbow, and said jokingly, "Let's hear it?"

Pei Linbai glanced at him and said, "Don't tell me."

"There is someone I like in the third year of high school, yes, they are exactly the same as Chen Yu and the others." Fu Yaowen nodded, "The two of them confirmed their relationship the day before the college entrance examination, and they are ruthless enough."

Fu Yaowen and Jiang Di are the seniors who opened the Internet cafe with Pei Lin. All four of them graduated from No. [-] Middle School, but Chen Yu and Zhou Yansheng are two years older than Fu Yaowen.

When the dishes came, Pei Lin looked at the time, and he took a picture of the dishes on the table and sent it to Song Yao.

【Yaya:? 】

[Acridine: Are you eating now? 】

[PP: Yes.Have you got a meal yet? 】

[Acridine: I ate, I just took a shower, and after Fu Yan and the others finished washing, we will go back to the classroom together. 】

[Acridine: Are you coming back to study late tonight? 】

Pei Lin glanced at the beer on the table of the four men, bowed his head and continued to reply.

【Pp: Probably not coming back...】

Song Yao, who received the news in the dormitory, was a little dumbfounded, and replied: "If you don't reply, you won't reply. What do you mean by not replying?"

The other side replied again.

[Pp: Isn't Teacher Xiao Song's consent required for this? 】

[Acridine: Whatever you want. 】

[Pp: I won't go back, but go back to the dormitory to sleep tonight, remember to leave the door for me.mwah】

【Yaya:……】

Seeing Pei Lin looking at the phone and laughing, Jiang Di touched Zhou Yansheng with his elbow, turned his head and whispered, "Look at Xiao Lin's expression."

Zhou Yansheng looked over, then chuckled lightly: "It's the same as Chen Yu back then."

"Ok?"

Zhou Yan said with a smile: "When I was having dinner with Chen Yu's friend before, his friend said that Chen Yu also used this expression to chat with me on WeChat."

Jiang Di clicked his tongue and said, "The sour smell of love."

It may be that there was a parent meeting in the morning, and no one in Class [-] was beaten up by their parents, so everyone was very happy and the atmosphere was more relaxed.

"Brother Song-I have snacks here, do you want some?"

"Brother Song! Do you want to eat spicy strips? It's delicious."

"Brother Song! Drink milk!"

As soon as Song Yao entered the classroom, he was immediately fed by several people. When he returned to his seat, he already held a bunch of snacks and several boxes of milk in his hands.

As soon as he sat down, Jiang Xing put a small bread on the table in front of him. Jiang Xing said: "Song Yao, this is a small bread made by my mother. It is very delicious." I brought it for you, eat it quickly."

Song Yao looked at the buns on the table and said, "Did your mother make it herself? It's great."

"My mother likes to make this little dessert." Jiang Xing said proudly, "She said that she will open her own dessert shop in a year or two. My dad and I are very supportive of him."

"That's good." Song Yao said.

Jiang Xing silently added: "Because my mother's cooking is not delicious." He sighed, "I feel that my mother has added all her talents and skills to making dim sum."

Song Yao smiled.

The chemistry test papers for the evening self-study are handed out, and the class representative must collect them 5 minutes before school ends. The requirement is that even if you can't finish writing, you can only empty one-third of the questions.

Song Yao didn't start writing immediately after getting the paper. He put the paper aside and continued to work on the unfinished exercise book. He has a habit that if he is not in a hurry, he has to finish what he is doing before doing it. Next.

The first three multiple-choice questions in the paper are all basic questions, which are very simple, and the more difficult they become.Jiang Xing got stuck after completing the first four multiple-choice questions. He thought for a long time, planning to skip the fourth question and do the fifth question, but finally he found that he couldn't stop.

Jiang Xing collapsed, and said in a low voice, "Ah, what kind of perverted question is this!"

Not only him, but many students around were frowning and staring at the paper.

Song Yao finally finished writing the questions. He didn't notice the frowns of the people around him, and he quickly finished the multiple-choice questions with his hands.

Jiang Xing felt that he was about to be fooled by these questions. While the teacher was away, he turned around and glanced at Song Yao's paper. After a few seconds, his eyes widened, "Damn, Song Yao, have you finished all the multiple choice questions?"

Song Yao didn't raise her head, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Don't you think the questions on this paper are all crazy?" Jiang Xing asked.

"It's not bad, it's indeed more difficult than the papers I wrote before."

Jiang Xing looked at Song Yao with complicated eyes.Forget it, the difficulty in Xueba's eyes is different from the masculinity in their eyes.

Song Yao turned the pages of the paper, and there was a small sound of opening the back door. He didn't look back, and after coming over for a while, he felt a warm touch on his neck.

As soon as Song Yao turned her head, she saw Pei Lin, who said she would not come back for evening self-study, looking at him with a smile in her eyes, holding a cup of hot milk tea in her hand.

"Why are you back?" Song Yao asked in a low voice just out of curiosity.

"I missed you, so I came back." Pei Lin signaled Song Yao to get milk tea, "Hurry up, or it will be cold later."

Song Yao was about to take the milk tea, but Pei Lin took her hand back.Song Yao: "?"

Pei Lin inserted the straw in and gave Song Yao the milk tea. The service was excellent.

"Thank you." Song Yao took a sip, the sugar was seven percent sugar, not very sweet.

"Want to write a test paper?"

"Yes." Song Yao bit the pearl, "I have to hand it in after school."

"Oh."

After Pei Lin finished speaking, she raised her head and met Song Yao's eyes, "What are you looking at me for? Are you so handsome?"

Song Yao blinked, "Can you write it?"

"Uh..." Seeing Song Yao look at him like this, it was hard for Pei Lin to say no, "I'll try, I'll try."

Song Yao got the answer and said, "If you don't know anything, you can ask me."

Jiang Xing felt nauseous doing the papers, and just after class, many students stopped doing the papers, and went out to play and chat, Jiang Xing also turned around and wanted to chat with Song Yao.

"Song Yao, have you finished your paper?" Jiang Xing turned around and saw Song Yao drinking a cup of milk tea, and asked in shock, "When did you buy the milk tea?"

"Huh?" Song Yao looked up, "Pei Lin bought it."

After Song Yao said this, Jiang Xing noticed Pei Lin lying behind him who didn't know when he would come back.

Jiang Xing stood up and took a look, "Brother Pei is doing the paper?"

Pei Lin hummed, resting her head on one arm, writing the paper with the other hand, and yawned as she wrote.

Song Yao has already finished writing the test paper, which is difficult for other people, but it is relatively easy for a college student who has graduated.

He took out his mobile phone from the drawer, only to realize that Pei Lin had sent him a WeChat message 10 minutes ago, but his mobile phone was set to silent and vibration was turned off, so he didn't notice it.

[Pp: I'm almost at school. 】

[Pp: Do you want to drink milk tea? 】

[Pp: (picture)]

Even though Song Yao didn't reply whether he wanted it or not, Pei Lin still bought it for him, and what he bought was exactly to Song Yao's taste.

Song Yao thought for a while, then turned around and asked the school bully who was writing the paper in pain: "I didn't reply to your WeChat, why did you still buy me milk tea?"

Pei Lin raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then put his other arm on the pillow and continued to write the paper in pain, and said, "I just want to buy it for you. Hey, Song Yao, how do you write this question?"

When Song Yao heard the previous answer, she was taken aback for a moment, and later realized that Pei Lin just wanted to buy him milk tea and had nothing to do with it, so she bought it if she wanted to.

Going back to the dormitory at night, Song Yao and Pei Lin came back together. Lin Jiashan was the only one in the dormitory. The dormitory was very quiet and the lights were not turned on. Only Lin Jiashan had a dim light on his bed.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Song Yao turned on the light, and saw that Lin Jiashan's original posture facing them turned his back to them.

He paused, as if he didn't notice Lin Jiashan's movements, and said, "Pei Lin, go take a shower."

"Okay." Pei Lin put on his clothes and went to take a shower.

Song Yao returned to the bed, and he chatted as usual: "Lin Jiashan, where's Fu Yan?"

It took several seconds for Lin Jiashan to answer him: "I don't know."

Song Yao said, "Maybe I went shopping with Cheng Yuhao again at the canteen."

Lin Jiashan didn't speak.

Song Yao felt that Lin Jiashan seemed to be in a bad mood tonight, so she stopped talking to him and took out her phone to open the newly downloaded mini-game.

"Song Ballad—"

Pei Lin's voice came from the bathroom.

Song Yao responded, "What's wrong?"

"Help me get my pants, it's on the bed, I forgot to take them."

Song Yao came to Pei's clinic, saw the sports pants that Pei Lin used as pajamas, took them to the bathroom, and knocked on the door.

After the door opened, Song Yao moved her gaze aside, and Pei Lin who opened the door saw Song Yao's gaze shifted to other places, and smiled: "Why are you shy, I haven't even taken off my clothes yet."

"Hey, you're so annoying." Song Yao accurately stuffed the trousers into Pei Lin's arms, touching the soft texture of the fabric with her fingertips, "Take a shower quickly."

Pei Lin raised his eyebrows, and closed the door with his trousers, but before closing the door, he touched Song Yao's small face with his wet hands.

Song Yao: "..."

Song Yao breathed out after confirming that the door was closed, turned her head, and accidentally saw what Lin Jiashan was holding in her hand, her eyes fixed.

"Lin Jiashan, what... are you holding in your hand?" Song Yao walked into the house, stood in front of Lin Jiashan's bed, and asked him.

Lin Jiashan shrank his hands under the quilt, said with a smile, "It's nothing, it's just a pen." He was afraid that Song Yao wouldn't believe it, so he stretched out his hand again, and there was a pen in his hand.

Song Yao put her eyes on the pen for a few seconds, "Ah, then I read it wrong."

"What did you see?" Lin Jiashan asked with a smile.

Looking at it under the daylight, the boy's smile was a little pale and forced.

"I thought you were holding a utility knife." Song Yao shrugged, "Maybe I misread it."

The author says:

It’s late QAQ, it’s very uncomfortable to get stuck, then I’ll change the update time, everyone will watch it at night, it’s not a fixed update (kneel gently)