Of course, Song Yu quickly realized how stupid he was just now, twitched the corner of his mouth, and changed the subject: "Are you off work?"
"No," Xie Sui sat opposite him, shook his head, and asked, "Are you doing the question?"
Song Yu held up the math book in his hand and said, "Yes."
They have met twice, and their relationship is no longer so awkward and restrained. Song Yu complained: "I'm really bored to write this, it's so troublesome, the more I write, the more sleepy I get."
"It's actually not troublesome, the factorial of A66,6."
Xie Sui smiled, picked up a pen in his slender hand, took out a piece of paper, wrote a formula on it, and handed it to Song Yu, "That question just now."
Song Yu was so embarrassed, his ears turned red, and he took it: "Thank you."
Fortunately, another customer came in at the milk tea shop at this time, and Xie Sui went to work.
Song Yu looked at his back, poked the thin tube into the cup, took a sip of lemonade, and filled his mouth with the cool and sourness of summer.
He was depressed, would the protagonist think he was mentally retarded, and even elementary school students wouldn't think so.
The more I think about it, the more annoyed it becomes.
It's almost evening.
Song Yu's paper was finally finished with his full answering skills.
Three long and one short choose the shortest, and three short and one long choose the longest.
To copy the main, to be supplemented by ignorance.
I have no culture.
After writing the paper, Song Yu felt that his soul had been sublimated.
Halfway through, the store manager asked Xie Sui to buy some strawberries.
In the deserted milk tea shop, a female clerk finally found the opportunity and came over to him enthusiastically.
"Brother, can I ask, what is your relationship with Brother Xie?"
The clerk's name is Xiaoxi. She is very beautiful and has big eyes. She wears a little orange lipstick and looks pure and bright.
Song Yu was in a good mood after writing the paper, and replied casually, "My friend. When school starts, I may still be my classmate!"
Xiaoxi listened and laughed, revealing two sweet dimples, seemingly very happy.
"It's good, so Brother Xie still has friends."
She put the delicate gift box that she had been holding in her hand on the table, and said softly, "Can I ask you a favor."
Song Yu was stunned: "Confession? You should tell him this yourself."
Xiaoxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No, Brother Xie doesn't even tell me much, how can I still have the courage to confess."
She lowered her head, her hair falling on the side of her ear, and seemed to be caught in a memory: "Brother Xie saved my life last week, and I always wanted to thank him. But I'm a little afraid of him, and I haven't dared to say it yet."
Song Yu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the name Xiaoxi was a little familiar.
Xiaoxi bit his lip and continued: "I want to ask you to help me give him this gift. Brother Xie may have forgotten, but I really, really, thank him very much."
As if remembering something fearful, her eyes turned red, and she sniffed: "I was walking alone at night that day, and was almost taken away by those gangsters. It was he who saved me, Xie Gezhen A very, very good person.”
Song Yu finally remembered.
In the original book, Xie Sui would get into trouble with the gangsters and get his fingers broken during the summer vacation because he saved this girl named Xiaoxi.
With mixed feelings in his heart, Song Yu bit his thin tube and thought about it for a while, then shook his head with Xiaoxi and said, "Since you think he is a very good person, why are you still afraid of him?"
Xiaoxi was stunned.
Song Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Why don't you thank him in person? Maybe he didn't forget it, maybe your thank you will make him happy for a long time, maybe he has been waiting for you."
Xiaoxi's face was bewildered and confused.
Song Yu's words caught his ears word by word.
The girl's reddish eyes slowly became clear again, emitting a firm light. She took the delicately packaged gift box back into her palm, took a deep breath, stood up and bowed to Song Yu: "Thank you, I understand."
Song Yu stirred the lemon slices and small limes in the glass with a thin tube.
Looking at Xie Sui, who came back with strawberries and suddenly received a gift at the door, with a stiff expression.
Involuntarily bowed his head and smiled.
He penetrated into the book and came to Xie Sui's side. It is because I feel sorry for this kind and simple boy, and want him to get rid of the bad luck of the original book and live his life as he should be at his age.
Not to gain his favor, nor to become an indispensable and important person around him.
He wants Xie Sui to see the tenderness of this world. Not just... his gentleness alone.
The milk tea shop closes at nine o'clock.
As usual, Song Yu asked the driver to wait for him at the fork in the street.
After Xiaoxi gave the gift, he was still blushing, but he was much more courageous. Seeing that Song Yu was about to leave, he urged, "Brother Xie, go and send it to others."
Xie Sui frowned.
This place is said to be remote and remote. There are only a few street lamps scattered in one street, and the street is dark.
Song Yu remembered something: "Do you want to buy a mobile phone?"
Xie Sui was holding the gift in his hand, his expression was indifferent in the dark, but a trace of hostility appeared in the dark eyes.
Song Yu's arrival has changed a lot of things, and he doesn't like the feeling that this kind of thing is out of the ordinary.
"Hey, did you listen to what I'm saying?" Song Yu, who couldn't get a reply, asked again.
Xie Sui lowered her eyes and said lightly, "Buy it if you save enough money."
Song Yu paused for a while and asked, "I have an old mobile phone at home, and I'm going to lose it anyway. I'll sell it to you for 100, do you want it?"
100 yuan, it's no different from sending it.
Xie Sui's eyes were cold, and the irritability in his heart became heavier and heavier. He licked the bottom of his lower teeth with his tongue and smiled.
"OK."
Xie Sui agreed so readily, but Song Yu was stunned. He thought that because of Xie Sui's inferiority complex, he would have to spend a lot of time trying to persuade him by saying something like "you don't need me too".
"That's good, I'll bring it to you tomorrow, and then accompany you to apply for a card."
Song Yu was a little excited, so that he could contact Xie Sui directly on his mobile phone.
He still wanted to say something, when suddenly from the front, there was a whistle, and the youthful words came.
"Yo, isn't this our big hero! I've been looking for you for a long time, but now you're here."
Song Yu turned his head and looked ahead.
A few gangsters squatting and smoking under the street lamp, with yellow hair and leather jackets, wiped out the cigarette butts with their feet, and walked towards them with a grim expression, to be precise, towards Xie Sui.
The young man in the lead had a yellow and thin face and a hideous scar on his face. He stared at Xie Sui and sneered: "Last time, you were lucky, but this time I'm all here. If you don't die tonight, you will break my arm."
There were about seven or eight of them, all of them holding things in their hands, and their bodies were ruthless. The chain on his clothes was reflected light, and his eyes were extremely vicious.
Song Yu: Oh, the big plot point in the original book is coming, and those looking for revenge come to the door. He regretted a little that he didn't bring bodyguards when he went out today.
Xie Sui pulled the corner of his mouth coldly in the dark, Qing Jun's face was more violent and ruthless than this group of people. It just so happened that he was so irritable right now that this group of people came to vent his anger.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Yu's wrist, his voice was low and cold: "If I messed up, you go first."
How could Song Yu leave him alone, Xie Sui's hand would be gone.
Song Yu pulled him behind him with a cold expression: "Shut up, I'll come."
Xie Sui: "..."
The headed burgundy-haired gangster laughed.
Song Yu was dressed like those darling boys, and held this math book in his hand. He was clean and handsome, and he had no intimidation.
He spat on the ground, took a step forward, and grabbed Song Yu's collar and clothes, "Don't worry about what you shouldn't do, be careful of getting into trouble, but you've already managed it, so just consider yourself unlucky, little chick. I like playing nerds, it's better to be stupid."
He grinned and waved his arm, as if he was going to hit Song Yu against the telephone pole.
Xie Sui looked cold.
But the next second, there was a scream in the street, and it turned out to be a red-haired thug who was thrown to the ground!
Between lightning and flint, Song Yu counterattacked and kicked people in one go. The young man's light brown hair brushed his eyebrows, and his well-behaved and docile facial features showed sharpness.
The redhead covered his stomach on the ground, raised his head and widened his eyes, angrily: "You are courting death!"
"See who dies first."
Song Yu sneered, rolled up the math book in his hand, stepped on his red-haired arm, and knocked the book against his head. Every time is deadly.
The people next to him were dumbfounded.
Even Xie Sui, who has been calm for so many years, was stunned by this child for a few seconds.
Hong Mao was knocked and screamed and wanted to struggle, but Song Yu was so powerful that he was frightening. He was extremely humiliated and angry, and turned his head and roared: "You are still standing and watching the fun! Copy this guy, kill him for Lao Tzu!"
The younger brothers realized that they were carrying a guy, and they swarmed up with iron rods and knives in an instant.
"You are finished, dare to provoke our Qinglong Gang!"
"It's useless for you to kneel down and call Dad tonight!"
Song Yu let go of the red-haired foot, entered a few numbers on the phone, and while waiting for the connection, he smiled coldly at the group of thugs.
"Also called Dad?"
He patted Hongmao's face with a math book, and sneered: "Come out and do some homework first. On a street in the south and north of the city, find out who is the father."
"… "
The gangsters have never heard such mad words, and their faces are blue with anger! Damn, how can someone be so arrogant!
And Xie Sui, he was really amused by this kid.
The irritability in my heart was slowly dissipated by the gentle night wind that fell asleep. Maybe Song Yu brought a lot of variables, but it also brought him a lot of new experiences.
At least, not his disgust.
Hong Mao was so angry that he could not wait to jump up in place: "You call someone? It's useless for you to call someone! Tonight, you will die or I will live!"
Song Yu was already on the phone: "Hey, Uncle Ma, let's drive in. There are some bad boys blocking the traffic, you can kill them by the way."