Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

It was uncomfortable to sleep on the table, so Xie Sui carried him to the bed.

Song Yu who was asleep was far less flamboyant than he was during the day, his eyelashes drooped like a small fan, and his breathing was light.When he was picked up, he was half asleep and still a little reactive, and his arms struggled.But he was too sleepy, and he vaguely sensed that it was Xie Sui, so he didn't use much force.

His breath hit his arm, hot and soft.

It's so cute.

Xie Sui leaned close to his ear, with his lips almost touching the delicate skin, and asked with a low smile, "Sleep with me tonight, Yu Yu."

Song Yu was in a daze, and felt someone talking in his ear, but he couldn't hear clearly.

He has been studying intensively for so long, his mind is full of exams, and he is talking in his sleep: "...didn't make it into the top [-]...killed you all..."

After Xie Sui heard it clearly, he laughed lowly.

This kid is really domineering.

But the monthly exam is really too much.

After autumn in Jingcheng, the nights turned cooler.

Xie Sui carried him into his bedroom.

The boy's head was sunk in the soft pillow, his sleep was clean and harmless, pure as hell.

Xie Sui bent over and lowered his head, but his black eyes were unfathomable, his desires and evil thoughts were suppressed, and only a gentle smile floated on the surface.

said softly.

"Then trust me?"

But - he really wouldn't do anything to Song Yu.

Xie Sui was cold and abstinent in his previous life, but he didn't know anything.Living in the upper-class society of City A, I have seen countless corruptions and drunkenness, I just don't want to play, and it is natural to be crazy and ruthless when I play.

It's just that, it's not what he wanted to bring to Song Yu.

He was once crazily and enthusiastically pursued by a group of men.Those people looked at him with blatant possessiveness and paranoia, and the hot desire was about to flow out.

The way of pursuit is domineering and insane,

Everyone was crazy about him, it was disgusting and boring.

He was able to take over Xie's family at a young age and become the new person in power. How could his methods be clean? Just relying on his father's meager guilt, it is estimated that there are not any bones left in Xie's family.The cleanness and softness of youth, shattered in the middle of the night.

So after that, even if she was persecuted by three men and trapped on an isolated island.

To Xie Sui, it was like a farce that wasn't funny.

Above the barren sea.

He shoots, ending the joke with blood.

Is it unlucky to mess with three lunatics?

But this misfortune is mutual.

After all, in a sense, he is also a lunatic.

Symptoms are more severe than theirs.

The rain outside was still falling, pattering, blurring the moonlight, quiet and beautiful, calling him back from some gloomy memories.

The summer nights in Jingcheng are still a bit cool.

Under the dim light, Song Yu slept soundly.His facial features are delicate and soft, and the corners of his lips are pursed. It is hard to imagine that when he opens his eyes, he will be such a bright and handsome boy.

Like the warm golden sun, and like the minty wind in midsummer.

Xie Sui's eyes darkened, and the gloom and hostility in his heart dissipated just by looking at him.

Cover him with a quilt and turn off the lamp.

The room was pitch dark.

Amidst the constant rain outside the window, he smiled, leaned over, and gently kissed the boy's forehead.

The voice is hoarse.

"Good night, my Peter Pan."

*

Song Yu slept pretty well this time.

I don't know why, but when it rains, his body is particularly nervous and exhausted, and he feels sick in everything.

I slept until dawn, fortunately it was Saturday, otherwise I would be late for class.

The bed was very soft, and it had a very light, very light fragrance, but it was not the jasmine scent he was familiar with.

Before he came to school, Grandma Meng put some homemade soothing sachets for him, jasmine fragrance, which he hung beside his bed, and he got used to the smell over time.

...not my bedroom?

Song Yu got up, rubbed his eyes, but was still awake.

The doorknob was twisted, and someone had already opened the door and entered.

Xie Sui was dressed neatly, with a white T-shirt and black trousers, and his tone was very natural, "Go out for breakfast when you wake up."

Song Yu stared at him blankly, his light-colored pupils were a little confused, and the tails of his eyes were slightly red, as if he had just woken up.

Didn't understand the situation.

Xie Sui paused for a few seconds, stared at him, and asked with a smile, "Are you addicted to sleeping on my bed and won't come down?"

Song Yu: "..."

Figured out the situation.

He almost threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed. After putting on his shoes and running to the toilet, he couldn't calm down.

It turned out that Xie Sui had prepared a set of toiletries for him.

Towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, cups, everything.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face in a complicated mood, he sat down at the table, looked at the porridge and fried dough sticks in front of him, Song Yu held the spoon, hesitated for a long time, and asked directly: "So I fell asleep while writing a math problem yesterday? Did I send it to bed?"

Xie Sui said lightly: "No, you'll be good after you sleep, sleepwalking on the bed by yourself."

Song Yu: "..."

Knowing that she asked a stupid question, she ignored the sarcasm in his tone.

Song Yu swallowed a mouthful of porridge and asked again: "Where did you sleep yesterday?"

"sofa."

"...How did you sleep, how did you sleep?"

Xie Sui raised his eyes and laughed: "It's not good, so how do you want to compensate me?"

Song Yu was strangely silent for a moment, a little embarrassed, and then he had a flash of inspiration and came up with a fair and just note.

"Would you like to sleep with me tonight, and I'll sleep on my bed for you, and then I'll sleep on the sofa?"

Why is he so smart, give yourself a thumbs up.

Xie Sui looked at him for a while with his dark eyes, and said, "Let's eat."

Song Yu occupied Xie Sui's bed yesterday, and even forced him to the sofa. He still felt extremely guilty, and tried to struggle: "My bed is very soft and comfortable. I can allow you to sleep for one night. Really, don't try?"

Xie Sui chuckled: "I don't want to sleep in your bed."

Added with some bad heart, I want to sleep with you.It's just that Song Yu won't know about these thoughts for a long time.

Song Yu: "...Oh."

The monthly exam is just around the corner, so of course you should study hard on weekends.

Except for Chinese composition, which he was not good at in two lifetimes, Song Yu felt a little confident about the others.

The whole school is watching his progress in fear.

Ma Xiaoding specially built a small group of four.

It was named [Jingcheng No. [-] Middle School Bully Exchange Group]—it was entrusted by a group of people to supervise Song Yu.

Monthly exam on Monday.

On weekend nights, Ma Xiaoding was crazy about Didi.

[Zhenzi does not forget the well digger: Brother Yu, how is your study? 】

It was rare for Song Yu to be humble.

【Your husband Brother Yu: It's okay】

Xi Bowen raised a question,

[Bowen Qiangzhi: How good is it?Brother Yu, my junior high school classmates are almost dying of anxiety, and I can’t wait to add my total score to yours]

Ma Xiaoding scoffed.

[Zhenzi never forgets the well digger: I think Brother Yu must be in the top [-]. I don’t know why they are so worried (pick nose)]

[Zhenzi does not forget the well digger: I see that someone in the forum has already started to appeal, the first [-] hand in blank papers, and the first [-] have asked for sick leave—— oh]

Song Yu was overjoyed. If they really sent him into the top [-] like this, he would have nothing to say.Although the victory is not martial, it is the students' wishes after all, and it is hard to be kind but hard to give up.

The monthly exams were arranged according to the results of the senior high school entrance examination. Xie Sui was the first in the front class, and Song Yu had no grades because he transferred from another school, so he went to the last class and was the last.

Ma Xiaoding leaned on the seat chart and sighed: "Brother Yu, there is a big gap between you and Xie Shen, one is at the front and the other is at the end."

Song Yu bit his soy milk straw, sat on the seat, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What's the big deal, next time we will have the same examination room."

He bumped the chair at the same table with his hand.

"Is that right, Xie Sui?"

Xie Sui glanced at him and smiled: "Well, if you want me to hand in a few blank papers, I will do whatever you want."

Ma Xiaoding and Xi Bowen couldn't stop laughing.

Song Yu put the soy milk on the table angrily: "You write it all for me! Who do you look down on!"

The bell rang for the end of evening self-study.

Everyone began to walk towards the examination room. Song Yu's classroom was in another building, and it was the most remote classroom on the top floor.As soon as you enter, the first thing you see is a few school uniforms painted in a mess and with bad bangs.They sat next to each other, chewing betel nuts, and doing nothing.

Song Yu's position was still the last one.

He sat down on his seat, looked down, and found that the table was densely covered with cheat sheets, and looked to the side, and found the same on the wall, but they were all left over from the last exam, which had nothing to do with his high school exam this time, so he was not afraid caught.

But Song Yu still looked at it as an eyesore, and wiped all the pencil marks on the table with an eraser. When he was cleaning the table seriously, the person in front of him came. It was a very thin boy, very short and surprisingly thin. With thick square glasses, the schoolbag is as heavy as a snail shell.

Shoulders shrugged, very cramped.

At first glance, he is the kind of boy who is silent and has no sense of presence in the class.

Song Yu finished wiping, put the eraser aside, and fell asleep while it was still early.

But as soon as he fell asleep, the sound of the chair moving was piercing.

Someone came this way, but it still didn't affect his sleep.

"Hey, little classmate."

It's the kind of lazy and not very friendly tone.

The gangster's words were not addressed to Song Yu, but to the boy in front of Song Yu.

"After the exam, take care of me, my brother. It looks like your grades should be good. Do you help each other among your classmates?"

In the first monthly exam, the students who sit at the bottom of the class are basically transfer students, not necessarily poor grades.

The man in glasses was taken aback, his face turned red, and he said in embarrassment, "My grades are also poor, I, I dare not pass the note."

The gangster made an inch, lifted his schoolbag, weighed it twice: "Oh, it's so heavy, and you still say you can't study? Could it be that there are some shady things in it?"

The boy with glasses was scared and angry, and wanted to grab it, but his head was pinned down and he couldn't go any further.The gangster took a step back, opened his schoolbag, turned it upside down, and dumped things on the ground. The books fell all over the floor, followed by water cups, keys, and pencil cases.

His face was full of mockery, and he sneered one after another: "Good students are just different from us."

After pouring, he casually stepped on the book.

The gangster threw his schoolbag to the anxious man with glasses, half threatening and half mocking: "I'm afraid of exams when I'm old, so I told you to pass a note, and if I don't receive it, you don't even want to take the next exam." gone."

The boy with glasses trembled angrily, tears rolled down his face, "You you, you are too much."

The gangster was triumphant, sat on the table, and put his feet heavily on Song Yu's table, madly: "I'm going too far, tell the teacher, let's see who is unlucky in the end."

Song Yu, who had been sleeping restlessly, was finally woken up by a loud noise from his ear.