Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Meng Guang clutched his chest, not daring to look at it, feeling that his soul had been hit violently.His cousin's pure and clean text messages like elementary school students made him instantly feel like an old bastard blackened by society.

Song Yu held the phone for a long time, thinking in his heart, there is a high probability that Xie Sui will refuse, right?After all, every time he invited Xie Sui to the apartment for dinner, all he got was rejection, and usually no more than three words.

After a while, Xie Sui's text message came back.

【it is good】

Sure enough, there were no more than three words, but I agreed.

Song Yu was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of his lips could not help but rise.

[Okay, I'll send you the address, see you tomorrow morning. 】

Looking at his expression, Meng Guang recalled the youth he couldn't get back, and said sourly: "Ask a classmate to do homework, it's like asking a school girl, you don't need to be happy like this."

Wen Yuan rolled his eyes in the co-pilot, brushed his long hair with his hands, and said coolly: "It's fine for your trash thoughts to rot in your stomach, don't say it out to harm your cousin. Mess with men and women, see if I can interrupt you legs."

Mayor Meng, who was driving, couldn't help laughing, and said, "Don't listen to your cousin, Yu Yu. In your grade, it's right to do your homework together."

Meng Guang got angry with his parents, touched his nose resentfully, and said dissatisfiedly: "What did I say! Why are you messing with men and women? It's boring, Mom, you are really boring."

Song Yu was in a particularly good mood. He stared at him slowly, smiled with his lips curled up, and said meaningfully: "I didn't get an appointment with the school belle, but I got an appointment with the school girl."

Meng Guang stopped being angry all of a sudden, and became interested: "It's amazing!"

He followed up and asked.

"But your deskmate is really good-looking, so what about you, are you a fool, school grass, class grass, class grass, he can't take three of them alone. Oh no, Yu Yu is going to be a fool." Xueba is coming."

Song Yu: "..."

Excuse me, I didn't mix up as a school bully, but a school bully.

Of course, how dare he say this in front of his uncle and aunt, avoiding the important and answering Meng Guang's previous question.

"Although Xie Sui and I have a [-]-[-] relationship, we don't like to show off very much. For the time being, the girls at school haven't found me yet, so I haven't commented on it."

Meng Guang was happy.

"Then their eyes are bad enough, how about this, I'll give you a review, let my dad officially testify, and get back some ground for you."

Song Yu couldn't stop laughing: "Although the name is worthy of the name, it's still not very good."

Everyone in the car laughed.

The neon lights of the road to the city center flickered outside the window.

Warm and pleasant.

After returning home, the family had a happy meal.

After dinner, Grandma Meng asked about life for the first week of school.

Song Yu got stuck, then stumbled.I described my high school as a two-point and one-line apartment in the classroom. Anyway, I just study hard, which is simple and fulfilling.

If it weren't for his family members to know his grades, he might have established an image of a conscientious student.

Go upstairs to the room.

After Song Yu wrote a paper.

Lie on the bed and play with the phone.

First to harass Xie Sui.

【What homework do you have left? 】

Back there quickly.

【Look at you, I'm done writing】

Song Yu was dumbfounded, and his typing was crackling.

[Have you finished writing?You're done writing on Friday night?Then you come to my house to do your homework! 】

Xie Sui.

【Help you with tutoring】

【Complete my new semester goals】

Xie Sui's goal for the new semester.

Help the tablemate win the first place in the city.

Song Yu: "..."

I was a little moved by what was going on.

Yes, this number one, he will work hard to fight for it!Otherwise, I would be sorry for Xie Sui's trust and hard work!

After cutting out.

Song Yu glanced at him, and realized that he clicked on Ma Xiaoding's gloomy profile picture for the first time, and sent him a message on his own initiative.

[Your husband Brother Yu:? 】

A question mark is enough to show concern, it is neither rude nor particularly awkward, perfect.

Probably straight men have similar ideas.

Ma Xiaoding didn't know what the brain circuit was, and he understood the deep concern behind Song Yu's question mark at a glance, first whimpered and then whimpered.

[Sadako never forgets the well digger: Thank you brother Yu qwq I'm fine qwq I survived under my father qwq]

He finally knew how to use buttons without holding back buttons, and felt so proud of his novelty that he insisted on using three in one sentence.

【Your husband Brother Yu: Speak well】

[Sadako never forgets the well digger: qwq]

【Your husband Brother Yu: ...】

Ma Xiaoding was shocked, and his painting style finally returned to normal.

[Sadako does not forget the well digger: ... But I think something may happen to you, although I told them to shut up and not confess to you.But when you were fighting, someone was videotaping it. Now it is estimated that the video has been spread on the forum. The dean may find you, brother Yu, be careful [candle]]

About the Dean of Students.

Song Yu wasn't worried about this, what happened with Wang Ci and Ou Yilian later on must have given that Master Miejue a headache and couldn't care less about them.

Thinking of the forum, Song Yu frowned, logged in, and went up to take a look.

Today's match between Shushanlou and Gao Feng had already attracted much attention. After this battle, basically the entire forum knew that he was the one behind the id of "Your Husband Brother Yu".

There are all kinds of self-satisfied showing off posts on the homepage, as well as the confessions of fans.

He used to be a virtual troll, but now he has become a handsome and powerful school bully.

All of a sudden the forum exploded.

There are a lot of shouting from the air.

[The brothers who were clamoring to make an appointment with Brother Yu to beat him up came here to get a number. 】

[My dear friends who assert that Brother Yu is ugly, short and frustrated, come and take a photo]

[Sisters upstairs are so polite?Tsk, I just yelled - idiot trolls come out and get beaten. 】

Of course, there are still a group of such styles.

[Brother Yu won, what about those who gave first night, first kiss, car and house? 】

[I have anonymously told the principal that he will receive a Maserati within three days, you can figure it out]

[No, brother and sister [crying] [crying]

Little brother, I’m useless except for being good. For the first time, I want to leave it to my wife [to fingers] [wronged Baba]]

[Nothing but a place? ? ? 】

[It's okay, give me the first night, I'll use your back. 】

[? ? ? ! ! ! !We are a student forum!It is recommended that the moderator put a yellow title on it for a week!Return my forum to a green sky! 】

Song Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at the posts floating on the forum, and didn't pay much attention.

When he re-entered this time, he was actually just a little curious about the post that Xie Sui was talking about.

"The future is like the sea, and the metaphor is safe."

The name sounds so crazy.

Song Yu's finger stayed on the screen for a long time, and finally he gritted his teeth and clicked in.

The manifesto of the main building is particularly impressive.

——My husband Brother Yu, I found you a husband, are you happy? [Show teeth][Show teeth][Laughing]

[laughing out loud]

Song Yu: "..."

I don't like it, sister :)

Obviously he saw it last time, but now he still feels suffocated.

Forget it.

See you next time.

Not intending to accept these messy things for the time being, Song Yu put down his phone and fell asleep.

This morning the sky was no longer as clear as the previous few days, it was cloudy, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

Song Yu slept until nine o'clock, and when he woke up, he was still a little sleepy. He rubbed his eyes, remembering that today he had an appointment with Xie Sui to do his homework, his movements stiffened instantly, his face changed, he washed and changed his clothes at a fast speed, and ran in slippers went downstairs.

At this point, grandma usually waters the flowers in the yard.

"Grandma, is anyone coming to see me today?"

He opened the door, but froze.

In the garden, Grandma Meng and Xie Sui were standing together and chatting.

There are many jasmines planted in the yard, green and white flowers, fresh and elegant.

Xie Sui was wearing a shirt with the cuffs rolled up, revealing half of his arms, helping Grandma Meng water.The boy is tall and slender, with exquisite features, he is a landscape in the garden.

Grandma Meng seemed very satisfied with Xie Sui, with a smile in her eyes, and said, "You are Yu Yu's deskmate. In the next year, I may have to trouble you to take care of Yu Yu. He is not in good health. I'm always worried that something will happen to him at school. Alas, it's because I was soft-hearted at the beginning, but I couldn't hold him back and let him stay."

Xie Sui was taken aback for a moment, but turned his head and asked, "Not in good health? Is it some kind of disease?"

To him in his previous life, Song Yu was just a stranger who had some contact with him.

In his vague impression, he vaguely remembered that he was in poor health, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, at that time, the Song family was in decline and developed overseas, and gradually faded out of the top circle in City A.A sick Song Sanshao didn't deserve his attention as the leader of the Xie family at that time.

Xie Sui frowned slightly.

Song Yu's aura of looking for fights at both ends of the three days in Jingcheng made him almost forget that he was sick.

It was only when his grandmother mentioned it that he remembered it.

Grandma Meng sighed and shook her head: "Who knows, Yu Yu fell into the water once when he was a child, and his health has never been better. For so many years, so many doctors at home and abroad have not given a specific result, and some doctors even said that it is the spirit. disease."

"Don't look at him now. He is alive and kicking. He really got sick. I don't know what it looks like. It looks like a cold but not like it. Everyone is unconscious and can scare people to death. Now his condition is stable and the incidence is less. Take it easy."

After thinking about it, Grandma Meng added: "You don't have to worry too much."

Xie Sui smiled and nodded, "Okay."

He just lowered his head, but his eyes were a little distracted.

Song Yu called Xie Sui from a distance, interrupting their conversation.

Studying at home was too inefficient, so Song Yu finally suggested going to the library.

Xie Sui was originally here to tutor him, so he naturally followed his opinion.

Grandma Meng sent them out, and frowned: "It's going to rain, isn't it good to study at home? You have to go outside."

Song Yu stood outside the carved iron gate, and said clearly: "The library is good for people to concentrate."

Grandma Meng said angrily, "Don't try so hard, it's a setback when you come to Jingcheng."

Song Yu clicked his tongue, turned his head and said to Xie Sui: "It's up to you, Mr. Xie, don't let my grades drop."

Xie Sui was thinking about his illness, looked at him with dark eyes, and said lightly: "Your grades, there is no room for regression."

"Speak with respect!"

The impotent rage of a scumbag.

"Believe it or not, I called a carload of people to beat you!"

Yesterday's talk of not engaging in privileges and going to socialism is now empty air.