Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Sleeping on the table was uncomfortable, Xie Sui carried him to the bed.

The sleeping Song Yu is far from the openness of the day, his eyelashes are hanging down like a fan, and his breathing is light. When he was picked up, half-dreaming and half-awake still reacting a little, his arm struggled. But I was too sleepy, vaguely aware that it was Xie Sui, and didn't exert much effort.

The snort hit his arm, hot and soft.

Being obedient makes it tickling.

Xie Sui leaned over his ears, lips almost pressed against the delicate skin, and asked with a low smile, "Are you sleeping with me tonight, Yu Yu."

Song Yu was confused and could not hear someone talking in his ear.

He studied intensively for so long, and his mind was full of exams, dreaming: "...none of the top 100...killed you all..."

Xie Sui laughed low after hearing it clearly.

This kid is really domineering.

But the monthly exam is really too much.

After autumn in Jingcheng, the night turned cooler.

Xie Sui carried him into his bedroom.

The boy’s head was stuck in a soft pillow, and his sleep was clean and harmless.

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

Speak softly.

"So trust me?"

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

Xie Sui had been cold and abstinent in his life, but he didn't know anything. Living in the upper-class society of City A, I have seen countless drunkenness and drunkenness. I don't want to play it. It is naturally crazy and cruel to play.

It was just those, not what he wanted to bring to Song Yu.

He was once madly and passionately pursued by a group of men. The eyes of those people looking at him were explicit possessiveness and paranoia, and the hot ** was about to flow out.

The way of pursuing is domineering and neurotic,

Everyone is crazy for him, that feels disgusting and boring.

How could he be able to take over the Xie family at a young age and become the new person in power. How could he be clean? Only relying on his dad's meager guilt, it is estimated that there are no bones that were eaten in the Xie family. The cleanness and softness of youth, shattered in the middle of the night.

So afterwards, even if they were persecuted by three men and trapped in an isolated island.

To Xie Sui, it was like a farce that was not funny.

Above the deserted sea.

He shot, ending the joke with blood.

Is it unfortunate to provoke three lunatics?

But this misfortune is mutual.

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

The symptoms are more serious than they are.

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

Jingcheng's summer night is still a bit cold.

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

It's like warm golden sunlight, and it's like the wind of summer mint.

Xie Sui's eyes darkened, and the gloomy and hostile spirit in his heart disappeared at a glance.

Cover him with a quilt and turn off the lamp.

The room fell into darkness.

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

The voice is muted.

"Good night, my Peter Pan."

Song Yu slept well this time.

I don't know why, his body is very nervous when it rains, and he feels amazed at everything.

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

The bed was very soft, with a very light and very light fragrance, but it was not the smell of jasmine that he was familiar with.

Before he came to school, Grandma Meng gave him some homemade sachets of soothing jasmine, which he hung by the bed and got used to the smell over time.

...Not my bedroom?

Song Yu got up, rubbed his eyes, still not sober.

With a twist of the door handle, someone has already pushed in.

Xie Sui was dressed in a refreshing, white shirt and black trousers, with a very natural tone. "When I wake up, I will go out for breakfast."

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

Did not figure out the situation.

Xie Sui paused for a few seconds, staring at him, and asked with a smile: "You are addicted to sleeping in my bed, and you refuse to get down?"

Song Yu: "..."

Figured out the situation.

He almost opened the quilt and jumped out of the bed, put on his shoes, and ran into the toilet quickly, his mind could not calm down.

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

Towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, cups, everything.

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

Xie Sui said calmly, "No, you're behaved after you go to bed. You sleepwalk on the bed."

Song Yu: "..."

Knowing that he asked a stupid question, ignore the irony in his tone.

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

"sofa."

"... how do you sleep?"

Xie Sui raised his eyes and laughed: "Not very good, so how do you want to compensate me."

Song Yu was weirdly silent for a while, a little embarrassed, and then came up with a fair and just attention.

"Would you like to go to my place to sleep tonight, I will give you my bed, and then I will sleep on the sofa?"

Why is he so smart, give himself a compliment.

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

Song Yu occupied Xie Sui’s bed yesterday and forced others to the sofa. He felt very 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."

My heart is a bit bad to add, I want to sleep with you. It was just these thoughts that Song Yu would not know for a long time.

Song Yu: "...oh."

The monthly exam is coming soon, and of course I will study **** weekends.

In addition to Chinese composition that Song Yu hadn't been good at in his two lifetimes, he was a little sure about everything else.

The whole school is watching his progress in fright.

Ma Xiaoding specially built a small group of four.

Named 【Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School Ba Exchange Group】——Entrusted by the owner of the first class to supervise Song Yu.

Monthly exam on Monday.

On the weekend night, Ma Xiaoding went crazy.

[Sadako does not forget the well digger: Yu and Yu, how are you studying? 】

Song Yu was very humble once.

[Your husband Yu: Okay]

Xi Bowen raised questions,

[Blog post strong knowledge: Is it okay? Brother Yu, my junior high school classmates are dying in a hurry, I can’t wait to add my total score to yours]

Ma Xiaoding sneered.

[Sadako does not forget the man who digs the well: I think Brother Yu must be okay in the top 100, I don’t know what they are worried about (pull nose)]

[Sadako does not forget the well-digger: I think someone in the forum has already started calling for the first 100 to hand in a blank paper, and the first two hundred to ask for sick leave——嚯]

Song Yu was too happy. If they wanted to send him to the top 100 like this, he had nothing to say. Although victory is not martial, it is after all the wishes of the students, kindness is difficult but kindness is difficult.

The monthly exam was arranged according to the results of the senior high school entrance examination. Xiesui City was the first, and the first class was the first. Song Yu had no grades because of the transfer, so he went to the last class and the last one.

Ma Xiaoding leaned against the seat table and sighed, "Brother Yu, you are a little bit different from thanking God. One is at the front and the other is at the end."

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

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

"Right, Xie Sui."

Xie Sui glanced at him and smiled: "Well, I want me to hand in a few blank papers, I'll rely on you."

Ma Xiaoding and Xi Bowen kept laughing.

Song Yu put the soy milk on the table angrily: "You write everything to me! I look down on who!"

The bell rang after the evening self-study.

Everyone started walking to the examination room. Song Yu's classroom was in another building, and it was the most partial classroom on the top floor. As soon as I entered, the first thing I saw was the mess of school uniforms and bad bangs. They sat next to each other, chewing on the betel nuts, chuckling.

Song Yu's position is still the last one.

He sat in his seat and looked down and found that the desk was densely packed with cheat sheets. When he looked to the side, it was also on the wall, but they were all left over from the previous exam. They had no contact with him in the January exam, so he was not afraid. caught.

But Song Yu still looked obstructive, and wiped all the pencil marks on the table with an eraser. When he was wiping the table seriously, the man in front of him came. He was a very thin boy, very short and surprisingly thin. Wearing thick square glasses, the bag is also heavy like a snail shell.

Shrugging shoulders, very cramped.

At first glance, it is the kind of taciturn boys in the class who have no sense of existence.

After Song Yu wiped it off, he put the eraser aside and fell asleep before it was too early.

But as soon as he fell asleep, the sound of the chair's moving sounded harshly.

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

"Eh, little classmate."

It's the kind of tone that isn't very friendly.

What the **** said was not to Song Yu, but to the boys in front of Song Yu.

"Wait for the exam, take care of my brother. It seems that your grades should be good. Do you help each other among your classmates?"

In the first monthly exam, the students who sit in the countdown are basically transfer students, not necessarily bad grades.

The man with glasses was taken aback, his face turned red, embarrassingly: "My grades are also very poor, I, I dare not pass a note."

The **** got an inch, lifted his schoolbag directly, and squeezed it twice: "Oh, it's so heavy, and he said he can't learn? Is it because it contains some shameful things?"

The boy with glasses was frightened and angry, and wanted to grab it, but his head was pressed and he couldn't go further. The **** took a step back, opened his schoolbag, and poured something directly on the ground upside down. The book crashed to the ground, followed by the water cup, the key, and the stationery box.

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

When the pouring is over, just step on the book with one foot.

The **** threw his schoolbag to the impatient spectacle man, half threatening and half mocking: "I'm afraid of exams when I'm old. I told you to pass a note to harp. If I didn't receive it, you don't want to take the next exam. Up."

The guy in the glasses trembled with anger, his tears rolled, "You, you, you are too much."

The **** was triumphant, sitting on the table, his feet heavy on Song Yu's table, madly: "I'm too much, you tell the teacher, see who is the last one."

Song Yu, who was restlessly sleeping, was finally awakened by a loud noise from his ears.