Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Song Yu looked up at the girl opposite again.

Now she looked at him with a bewildered smile, met his gaze, and immediately lowered her head, and by the way, she erected the English book in her hand to cover her face.

"..."

Does it make sense?

Song Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, ignored her, and turned his attention to the post again.

After the 41L floor master was ridiculed by the group, someone got back to the topic.

After all, it was in front of the Lord, and CP didn't dare to be particularly crazy. He suppressed the ecstasy and excitement in his heart, typed out a line, and asked lively, romantic and innocent.

[Brother Yu, are you and Xie Shen studying together?Are you preparing for the monthly exam? [Show teeth][Shy]]

Song Yu was bored and replied to her.

121L Your husband Brother Yu: He helps me with my tuition.

The forum erupted in screams.

【Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !】

[Woooooooooooooooo what a fairy day today!I suddenly became motivated again, helped me up, and I could still write two math papers]

[My day, don't scare Brother Yu away!Go to the special building, the painting style here is more normal]

Everyone turned the tide and saved the painting style.

ask. [Brother Yu is going to study hard? 】

Song Yu drooped his eyelids.Isn't this nonsense? He hasn't studied hard since the beginning of school.

Could it be that the identity of the gangster made this group of people misunderstand him a bit, and he felt the need to explain it to himself.

So Song Yu said a word calmly in this forum, which was rare.

Precepts and deeds, tone mocking.

[I have always studied hard, didn't I come to fight when I was in high school? 】

Across the Internet, a group of people: "..."

【sorry】

After they were shocked, they poured out deep remorse—looking at their unfinished papers, they felt for a moment that they were simply not worthy to breathe the air in Yizhong.

Are school bullies studying hard?What qualifications do they have to still be in the water forum!

"Do you like matcha?"

At this time, Xie Sui came back from the queue, sat across from him, and asked aloud.

Song Yu put away his mobile phone, saw the small and attractive cake in his hand, his eyes widened slightly, "I like it."

Apart from mint, his favorite flavor is probably matcha. It's strange that Xie Sui didn't ask him about it when he went there.

Song Yu praised sincerely: "We really have a good understanding."

Xie Sui smiled and did not deny it.

Put the fork in for him and pass it over.The last time he went to a supermarket with Song Yu, he basically found out about his preferences, so he didn't even need to ask.

"Did you read the notes?"

"..."

Song Yu forked a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. Hearing his words, his body froze.He bit his fork halfway and stared at him blankly.

The atmosphere was suddenly awkward.

After he had that dream, he has been restless. How can he read books and browse forums on his mobile phone.

Xie Sui looked at him.

Song Yu's lips were already light in color, with a little cream on them, and biting the fork, there was an inexplicably clean and seductive feeling.

Xie Sui looked away and said with a smile, "Don't cry to me after the results of the monthly exam come out."

Song Yu swallowed the cake in his mouth, feeling very embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "No, no, I have never cried in my life. I will recite it when I go back, and I will recite all the things you wrote for me when I go back. .”

Xie Sui originally said he was here to play, but he narrowed his eyes when he heard his denial.

Some nasty emotions arose in his heart, for example, what would Song Yu look like when he cried.

Of course, this thought is fleeting.

He remembered that Song Yu was very concerned about this monthly exam.

"What will happen to you if you fail the exam?"

After leaving the cake shop and opening the umbrella, Xie Sui asked.

Song Yu forgot to go down to heaven, and muttered: "I will be called back by my dad, and you will never see me again."

Xie Sui: "..."

The hand holding the umbrella tightened.

Xie Sui paused for a moment, tilted his head and smiled, "Let me make a study plan for you."

Although the tone is light, it is irresistible.

"Your question sea tactics can be stopped first."

waste time.

Song Yu: "Huh?"

He went home in a daze, and when he said goodbye to Xie Sui, he still didn't understand why Xie Sui suddenly didn't let him do the questions.

What is this person doing?

Deprive him of the right to study?

Are you afraid that you will steal his first place?

Monday, school.

After the morning reading time, the Chinese class representative came to collect the homework.Song Yu finally found out the girl's name, Jiang Chunian, and her name was quite poetic.

When they were about to receive their group, Ma Xiaoding shook his desk behind: "Brother Yu! What did you write in your composition, can you show me?"

Ma Xiaoding loves Chinese, and he has no destiny to be a top student. He has the disease of a top student, and he especially likes homework in communicating Chinese.

Song Yu is very satisfied with the composition he wrote, it has depth and breadth, it is simply a masterpiece.

He took out the composition text and threw it back, and proudly warned: "Only appreciate, not learn from."

"Good good."

Ma Xiaoding opened it with great interest, and was taken aback when he saw the title. After reading the full text, he was already wilted, and his voice was trembling: "Yu...Brother Yu, why do I feel that you are a bit off topic? Did you not take it seriously in class? Listen to what the old king has to say."

Lao Wang is their Chinese teacher.

Song Yu frowned: "Isn't it just those eight characters? I fell asleep in Chinese class that day, and didn't listen to what he said earlier."

Ma Xiaoding wailed, feeling extremely sorry: "Brother Yu! These eight words are a topic that Lao Wang randomly found, pretending to be literary, it is not the content of the composition."

"Do you still remember the [-]-word semester goal we handed in? Old Wang said, 'If you never forget, there will be echoes'. There will be rewards for persistence in everything. The content of the composition is to let us say how we plan to achieve the goal."

Song Yu: "..."

Ma Xiaoding: "This time is linked to the last time. It can be written on the same day, with the theme of how to strive towards the goal. You have missed the moon with this question."

Song Yu: "..."

How come no one told him this.

He tilted his head to see Xie Sui who was sleeping, leaned over, and immediately poked his arm with a pen, "Xie Sui, Xie Sui, Xie Sui, wake up, collect your homework, did you finish your composition yesterday?"

Being at the same table with Song Yu, Xie Sui almost made up for the sleepless sleep in his previous life.

But he was very sleepy, and when he was woken up, his black eyes were very clear after opening, but his voice was slightly hoarse and nasal, "Well, I wrote it."

Song Yu was eager to ask for confirmation: "What did you write?"

Think back a little.

Xie Sui propped his arms, sat up, and said slowly, "You."

Song Yu was dumbfounded.Are the three of them the same job?

"You're writing about me? You're off topic!"

"No problem,"

There was a little smile in Xie Sui's voice, he just woke up, looking loose and low.

Staring at him, he said naturally: "My goal for the new semester is you, and I will never forget to write about you, so it's not off topic."

Song Yu: "..."

After listening to Ma Xiaoding, he came to a conclusion: "That's right, Xie Shen is already a man sitting at the top of the school, and he doesn't need to plan at all. His goal last time was to help Brother Yu with your studies. There is nothing wrong with writing about you."

Jiang Chunian received their group at this time, and when he heard Ma Xiaoding's words, he laughed, "Whoever wrote it."

She was wearing a school uniform, her hair was tied into a ponytail, and some hair fell around her ears. She looked youthful and pretty, her skin was white and rosy, and there were two small dimples at the corners of her mouth.Holding a pile of papers in his arms, he still has a quiet and bookish air about him.

Ma Xiaoding blushed strangely, he hesitated and couldn't speak.

Xi Bowen helped explain: "It's nothing, I just thank God for the composition and wrote Brother Yu."

Jiang Chunian's eyes lit up: "???"

The class representative's whole temperament has changed.

"What composition?"

Ma Xiaoding's boyish heart should not be too obvious, scratching his head, he is still willing to say a few more words in front of a girl he likes, coughed, blushing: "What else can I write, just last week's homework Ah. Hey Brother Yu, isn’t that the case?”

Song Yu couldn't bear it anymore: "It's okay, shut up!"

Xie Sui laughed beside him.

"!!!"

Jiang Chunian's hand holding homework trembled slightly, did she get it for real?

Hand in your homework and return to your seat.

Jiang Chunian held his pen and thought for a long time, then turned his head and said to his deskmate, "I'm going to the forum to write."

Her deskmate was a short-haired and fat girl. After class, she opened a bag of potato chips and stuffed them into her mouth one by one, vaguely asking, "What are you writing? Domineering president?"

Jiang Chunian pursed his lips and smiled meaningfully: "No, Gao Leng Xiaocao."

At the same table: "?? You are crazy! Do you dare to use Xie God as a prototype?"

Jiang Chunian was immersed in his fantasy, holding his face together: "Not only that, I also want to write Brother Yu. Last time I went to ask about the definition domain, I felt that thanking God looked at me like looking at a mental retardation, which made me feel ashamed and angry. It's the kind of thing that I wish I could get into the ground. But you know, when he looked at Brother Yu just now, his eyes were not like that, when he looked at him, there was a gentle wind in his eyes."

Deskmate:"……"

666, gentle wind? ?There is still wind in your eyes? ?This is going to be blind.Most importantly, if you dare to write Brother Yu, you may be tired of work.

"Would you like some potato chips to calm down?"

Jiang Chunian couldn't wait any longer, took out the notebook and the wall, and the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising: "I can't calm down anymore! I've already thought of the name, just, you are what I will never forget."

The deskmate: "...you must not be missed by Brother Yu."

Jiang Chunian held his chest up, very confident: "Brother Yu will never see it in his life if it is sent to the special building."

The first class on Monday is English class. A new English teacher came in, and the whole class was quiet for a few seconds. The man, 40 years old, with thinning hair at a young age, was wearing a suit, holding a thermos cup in one hand and holding it in the other. The teaching plan, wearing a pair of glasses, looks refined and refined.

He briefly explained himself, his surname is Cheng, and he will take over class one in the future and become the head teacher.As for the matter of Ou Yilian, she was not clear either, but she just mentioned it vaguely.

The new English teacher and head teacher belongs to the kind who seems to have a very good temper, the teaching is humorous, and the spoken English is fluent and pleasant. Everyone is very serious in the first session.

When the get out of class was over, Teacher Cheng said: "There are 45 people in our class."

A girl in the first row shook her head: "48, some students didn't come."

Teacher Cheng raised his eyes, took a pen and made some marks on the roster, and said, "45, the three students who didn't come will never come again."

Ma Xiaoding's eyes widened: "This, this, this, Wang Ci dropped out of school?"