After finishing the forum, Song Yu simply turned off his mobile phone and stopped paying attention to the right and wrong.
When things are done, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are deeply hidden.
In the reading comprehension he did in class, he was still stuck on that question, and he didn't know whether to choose B or D.
After thinking about it for a while, he put down the pen, so he was so entangled in what to do, isn't there a scholar downstairs
Thinking of this, Song Yu put away the pen and paper and ran downstairs.
In the room, Xie Sui was answering a phone call.
The teenager sat on the chair, lit the table with his hand, and said casually: "The video is sent to the police station. As for the photo and the medical certificate, send it to his family."
What was said over the phone.
Xie Sui lowered her eyes, listened expressionlessly, and pressed the hang up button.
There was a hurried knock on the door.
Xie Sui could guess who it was. He raised his eyes lightly and looked in the direction of the door - this child doesn't sleep at noon, is he planning to sleep three classes in a row in the afternoon
Song Yu knocked for a long time, and finally waited for Xie Sui to open the door. The words "neutral" and "criticize" are all in my head.
Seeing Xie Sui open the door, his eyes lit up.
Meeting his dark and indifferent eyes, he was stunned again, and said directly: "I'm here to study with you."
Xie Sui held the door handle and pursed her lips.
"You don't need to learn math."
Song Yu: "... English. You let me in and sit down first, it's so hot."
Xie Sui felt that she was really patient with Song Yu.
Who else would dare to speak to him like this in the past life.
His reputation for being ruthless and ruthless has attracted countless celebrities, and they dare not set foot on his private territory.
Xie Sui let him in and said lightly.
"Don't ask me about the words you can find in the dictionary."
Song Yu: "..."
Day, then it's enough for me to have a mobile phone. What's the use of you
The layout of the rooms in the teachers' apartment is similar. Song Yu is sitting on the sofa in the living room, doing homework.
Xie Sui didn't even enter the bedroom, so he read a book beside him and accompanied him.
Doing homework alone is a completely different feeling than doing homework with two people.
Anyway, for Song Yu, with Xie Sui by his side, he fished less often.
After completing the two questions, Song Yu got the answer right, with a 50% accuracy rate!
He can be so good at rewriting English papers after so long, he is really a genius.
I gave myself a compliment.
This Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School is expected to be in the top 100. In a happy mood, Song Yu picked up the water on the table, took a sip, and looked in the direction of Xie Sui, quite curious: "Why do I think you are not sleeping in get out of class, or After class, I play with my mobile phone, and I don't think about studying at all."
Xie Sui turned a page with her fingers and said in a calm tone, "Probably because of high school studies, it's not worth my attention."
Song Yu poured himself a sip of water and put down the glass heavily.
"Oh."
Oh, look how awesome you are.
With the anger of the scumbag, Song Yu plunged into the ocean of English again.
A cloze final question.
Song Yuka was stuck on a word for a long time.
It's the kind that is so familiar that it can't be more familiar.
You clearly know that you know it, and you can figure it out without relying on your mobile phone at all, but your brain is blank for a while.
Xie Sui looked at the time and said, "It's time for class."
Song Yu didn't lift his head: "Wait, I have one more question left, don't make a fuss, I'll write it right away."
Xie Sui raised his eyebrows, and without urging him, put the book in his hand and went to pour him a glass of water.
He said "Immediately", and five minutes passed. Song Yu's pen still didn't move, and his brows were furrowed. It was the familiar feeling of gnashing his teeth and fighting with him.
This kid is always fighting like a problem.
Xie Sui came over and was about to put down the water.
Hearing that Song Yu finally gave up, he said sullenly, "husband."
Xie Sui was stunned.
The cup didn't stand still, and the water splashed out on the fingertips.
Song Yu gritted his teeth: "Do you remember what husband means? I think I know it for sure, but I just can't remember it."
Xie Sui paused for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed softly, and then asked, "What? I didn't hear it clearly, read it again."
Song Yu was so angry at this question: "husband, are you clear, what do you mean?"
Xie Sui smiled: "Slow down."
"husband! h, u, s, b, a, n, d!"
The bad taste in my heart was finally put away, and Xie Sui stopped teasing him.
Sitting next to Song Yu, he pulled over the exercise book.
"I'll look at the title."
Song Yu was stunned, and slapped the table with anger: "What do you mean! I want you to tell me what you mean!"
Xie Sui took his pen and clicked on the question, ignoring his incompetence and anger.
"husband means husband, husband, but here, Mrs. Green is calling her lover, so it won't be so formal. So it should be C, darling."
He tilted his head and looked at Song Yu with a smile, his voice was low and pleasant.
"Honey."
Honey.
Xie Sui's voice was cold, but these three words had a smile and tenderness, and the scalp of the person hooked was numb.
But Song Yu was too straight, and there was only one reaction, stunned and angry: "So the husband I just took a long time to think about isn't the right answer?"
"… "
Xie Sui gave him a deep look and put down the pen.
His tone was cold: "Yes."
Should have let him go to the dictionary just now :)
As Xie Sui expected, Song Yu slept in a language class in the afternoon.
September was already drowsy. When the language teacher started reading the text, Song Yu felt that his eyelids were fighting.
The language teacher is a middle-aged old man full of feelings. When reading poetry, he is full of emotions, and his hands are waving. "Bring a hundred lovers to Zengyou, recalling the old days, just like a young classmate, in full bloom..." It's just His tone was so slow that Song Yu almost knocked his head on the table by the end.
Bang, the slight pain made him wake up for a moment.
He set himself up as a scholarly tyrant, Song Yu's idol burden should not be too heavy.
He shook his head and tugged at Xie Sui's sleeve: "pinch me, don't let me sleep, I want to attend class."
After saying that, he stretched out his arm.
He wears short sleeves in the summer, and his exposed hands are white and tender, and at first glance he looks pampered for a long time.
I don't know how that energy came from when I hit someone.
Xie Sui looked down and said lightly, "Pinch yourself."
Song Yu was dumbfounded and gave a genius suggestion: "I can't take a heavy hand on myself, why don't you stretch out your hand and pinch me?"
Xie Sui laughed at him.
He is so smart when he wants to sleep and pinch other people's hands.
"You are dreaming."
The relationship between them became more and more casual, and Song Yu didn't notice anything wrong. Knowing that he was wrong, he could only find another way out. He turned to follow Ma Xiaoding, who was particularly active in language, and said, "Come on, pinch me, I'm going to sleep."
Ma Xiaoding was immersed in the sea of poetry. At first glance, he didn't understand: "Brother Yu, what do you want me to do?"
Xie Sui had already grabbed Song Yu's hand and brought him back.
"Sleep, I'll call you when I get to the point."
Song Yu's eyes widened, so sleepy that he was in tears, and his eyes looked particularly clear and confused.
"Don't, it's not suitable, I'm a man who wants to get full marks in studies."
The tone was still the same.
Xie Sui: "In the next physics class, you won't go to bed now, will you go to bed later?"
Physics and Language.
If you don't listen to one class of the former, you will probably be stupid for three years.
In contrast, Song Yu obediently shut up and fell asleep on the table.
Their place is like a VIP scumbag, leaning against the window, the wind acts as a hypnotic agent, and the teacher's voice acts as a lullaby. Not long after, Song Yu fell into a deep sleep.
In fact, there has been a lot of attention here.
The post on the forum tearing up Brother Yu's true identity was torn up for a long time, but the parties did not speak up, so there was not much trouble.
The trolls all agreed that Yu Mou was an ugly, short and coercive diaosi in reality. .
The girls were divided into two waves. On the forum, Xie Sui's girlfriend fans were still the majority. When they heard that they were at the same table, they vomited blood and insisted that they would not believe it. There is no way these two are related!
The rest of the cp-addicted ones were as happy as gods, and the buildings flew up, just like the Chinese New Year.
The posture on the forum is as hateful as beating gongs and drums in front of someone else's funeral.
For example, the analysis of a fairy landlord.
"Sun! I'm so happy! Song Yu, sy, Xie Sui, xs, both of them have an s in their initials, which means something—it means it's true! Are you familiar with the rest of xy? Interspersed in math textbooks, The inseparable xy axis. What does this mean - that no matter how long they are in the future, their origins are all attached to each other. They were born together, don't you understand?"
other people.
"… "
"… Cow batch."
"6666666666"
"You can translate anything in the fucking world."
"Don't understand yet hahahahahahahahaha haha haha haha haha haha haha is clear and understand"
Of course, they dance on the forums, but only online.
In reality, even if a group of girls decided that Song Yu was Brother Yu, they wouldn't dare to say more.
After all, Song Yu's scumbag temperament on the forum is too obvious. At first glance, he looks arrogant and arrogant. They are afraid.
Before the truth comes out, choose to wait and see secretly.
But the more I waited and watched, the more I felt that it was God's arrangement for these two to be at the same table.