It was uncomfortable to sleep on the table, so Xie Sui carried him to the bed.
The sleeping Song Yuyuan was not as flamboyant as in the daytime, his eyelashes hung down like a small fan, and his breathing was light. When he was picked up, he was still half asleep and had a little reaction, and his arm struggled. But he was so sleepy that he vaguely realized that it was Xie Sui, so he didn't exert much effort.
The breath hit his arm, hot and soft.
Nicely itchy.
Xie Sui leaned over to his ear, her lips almost pressed against the delicate skin, and asked with a low voice, "Will you sleep here tonight, Yu Yu."
Song Yu was in a daze, and felt that someone was talking in his ear, and he couldn't hear clearly.
He studied intensively for so long, his mind was full of exams, and he dreamed: "...not in the top 100...kill you all..."
After Xie Sui heard it clearly, he laughed softly.
This kid is really domineering.
But the monthly exam is really too much.
After the autumn in Jingcheng, the night turns cooler.
Xie Sui carried him into her bedroom.
The boy's head was sunk in the soft pillow, and his sleep was clean and harmless, pure and deadly.
Xie Sui bent over and lowered her head, but her black eyes were unfathomable, her desires and evil thoughts were suppressed, and only a gentle smile floated on the surface.
said softly.
"So trust me?"
However - he really wouldn't do anything to Song Yu.
Xie Sui had been cold and abstinent in his last life, but he didn't understand anything. Living in the upper-class society of City A, I have seen countless corruption and drunkenness.
It's just those, not what he wanted to bring to Song Yu.
He was once madly and enthusiastically pursued by a group of men. Those people looked at him with explicit possessiveness and paranoia, and the burning desire was about to flow out.
The way of pursuit is domineering and neurotic,
Everyone is crazy about him, it feels disgusting and boring.
He can take over the Xie family at a young age and become the new person in power. How could he be clean? Just relying on his father's meager guilt, it is estimated that there will be no bones left in the Xie family. The cleanness and softness of youth, shattered in the middle of the night.
So after that, even if he was persecuted by three men, he was trapped in an isolated island.
For Xie Sui, it was like a farce that was not funny.
above the barren sea.
He shoots and ends the joke with blood.
Is it unfortunate to mess with three lunatics
But this misfortune is mutual.
After all, in a sense, he's also a lunatic.
Symptoms are more severe than they are.
The rain outside was still falling, pattering, blurring the moonlight lights, quiet and beautiful, calling him back from some dark memories.
Jingcheng's summer nights are still a little cold.
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 young man.
Like the warm golden sunlight and the mint-flavored wind in midsummer.
Xie Sui's eyes darkened, and the gloomy anger in his heart dissipated at a glance at him.
Cover him with a quilt and turn off the lamp.
The interior was plunged into darkness.
In the non-stop rain outside the window, he smiled, leaned over, and gently kissed the boy's forehead.
The voice is hoarse.
"Good night, my Peter Pan."
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Song Yu slept well this night.
I don't know why, but when it rains, his body is very nervous and exhausted.
I slept until dawn, but luckily it was Saturday, otherwise I would be late for class.
The bed was very soft, and there was a very light fragrance, but not the jasmine flower he was familiar with.
Before he came to school, Grandma Meng put some homemade soothing sachets for him, jasmine incense, and he hung it by the bed, and over time he got used to the smell.
… not my bedroom
Song Yu got up and rubbed his eyes, still not awake.
The door handle was twisted, and someone had pushed the door in.
Xie Sui was fresh, with a white t-shirt and black trousers, and her tone was very natural, "I'll go out for breakfast when I wake up."
Song Yu stared at him blankly, his light-colored pupils were a little dazed, and the end of his eyes were slightly red, as if he had just woken up.
Did not understand the situation.
Xie Sui stopped for a few seconds, stared at him, and asked with a smile, "You're addicted to sleeping in my bed, and you won't come down?"
Song Yu: "..."
Figure out the situation.
He almost lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, put on his shoes, and ran into the toilet quickly, but his mind couldn't calm down.
It turned out that Xie Sui had prepared a set of toiletries for him.
Towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, cups, all.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face in a complicated mood, he sat down at the table and looked at the white porridge and fried dough sticks in front of him. Song Yu held a spoon and hesitated for a long time before asking directly, "So I fell asleep writing math problems yesterday? I took it to bed?"
Xie Sui said lightly: "No, you can be good after you sleep, sleepwalking on your own bed."
Song Yu: "..."
Knowing that he asked a stupid question, ignore the sarcasm in his tone.
Song Yu swallowed a mouthful of porridge and asked again, "Where did you sleep last night?"
"sofa."
"… how did you sleep, how did you sleep?"
Xie Sui raised her eyes and smiled: "It's not very good, so how do you want to compensate me?"
Song Yu was strangely silent for a moment, a little embarrassed, and then came up with a fair and just attention.
"Would you like to sleep at my place tonight, I'll give you my bed, and then I'll sleep on the sofa?"
Why is he so smart, give yourself a compliment.
Xie Sui's dark eyes looked at him for a while and said, "Let's eat."
Song Yu occupied Xie Sui's bed yesterday and forced them to the sofa. He was still very guilty. He tried to struggle: "My bed is very soft and comfortable. I can allow you to sleep for one night, really don't try it?"
Xie Sui chuckled: "I don't want to sleep in your bed."
Some badly added in my heart, I want to sleep with you. It's just these thoughts that Song Yu won't know for a long time.
Song Yu: "...Oh."
The monthly exam is just around the corner, and of course study hard on weekends.
Except for the Chinese composition that Song Yu has not been good at in his two lifetimes, he has some confidence in other things.
His learning progress, the whole school is watching in horror.
Ma Xiaoding specially set up a small group of four.
Named [Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School tyrant exchange group] - entrusted by everyone in the first class to supervise Song Yu.
Exam on Monday.
On weekend nights, Ma Xiaoding went crazy.
[Sadako did not forget the well digger: Brother Yu, Brother Yu, how was your study?]
It was rare for Song Yu to be humble once.
[Your husband, Brother Yu: okay]
Xi Bowen asked questions,
[Bo Wen Qiang Shi: Is it okay to do more? Brother Yu, my junior high school classmates are dying, I can't wait to add my total score to yours]
Ma Xiaoding scoffed.
[Sadako did not forget the well digger: I think Brother Yu must have no problem with the top 100. I don’t know what they are worried about (pick nose)]
[Sadako did not forget the well digger: I see that someone in the forum has already started calling, the first 100 handed in blank papers, and the first 200 asked for sick leave—huh]
Song Yu couldn't be more happy, if they really sent him into the top 100 like this, he wouldn't have much to say. Although it is impossible to win, it is the will of the students after all. Kindness is difficult but kindness is difficult to overcome.
The classes for the monthly exam were arranged according to the results of the high school entrance examination. Xie Sui City was the first, the first class was the first, and Song Yu had no grades because he transferred to the school, so he went to the last class, the last one.
Ma Xiaoding leaned against the seat table 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 the soy milk straw, sat on the seat, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What's the big deal, next time we will have an exam room."
He bumped his hand against the chair at the same table.
"Is it right, Xie Sui."
Xie Sui glanced at him and smiled: "Well, if you want me to hand in a few blank papers, I will rely on you."
Ma Xiaoding and Xi Bowen kept laughing.
Song Yu angrily put the soy milk on the table: "You fill it all up for me! Who are you looking down on!"
The bell rang after the evening self-study.
Everyone started walking 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 I entered, the first thing I saw was a few messy school uniforms and bad bangs. They sat next to each other, chewing betel nut and hanging around.
Song Yu's position was still the last.
He sat on the seat, looked down, and found that the table was densely packed with cheat sheets. When he looked to the side, the walls were too, but they were all left over from the previous exam. caught.
But Song Yu still looked at the eyes and wiped the pencil marks on the table with an eraser. While he was wiping the table seriously, the person in front of him came, a very thin boy, very short and surprisingly thin. With thick square glasses, the schoolbag is also heavy like a snail shell.
Shoulders shrugged, very cramped.
At first glance, he is the kind of boy who is taciturn and has no sense of presence in the class.
Song Yu finished wiping, put the eraser aside, and fell asleep while the time was still early.
But as soon as he fell asleep, the sound of the chair moving pierced.
Someone came here, but it still didn't affect his sleep.
"Hey, little classmate."
It's the kind of tone that is not very friendly.
The gangster's words were 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 are not bad. Can you help each other among your classmates?"
In the first monthly test, the students who sat in the countdown were basically transfer students, and they did not necessarily have poor grades.
The man with glasses was stunned for a moment, his face flushed red, and he said in embarrassment, "My grades are also poor, I-I dare not pass notes."
The gangster took an inch, lifted his schoolbag directly, and weighed it twice: "Oh, it's so heavy, and you say you can't study? Could it be that it contains some shameful things?"
The boy with glasses was scared and angry, and wanted to snatch it, but his head was held down and he couldn't go any further. The gangster took a step back, opened his schoolbag, and poured things on the ground.
His face was full of mockery, and he sneered: "Good students are just different from us."
When it's over, just step on the book with one foot.
The gangster threw the schoolbag to the angry man with glasses, half threatening and half sarcastic: "How old you are, you are afraid of exams, I told you to pass a note to grind, if I don't receive it, don't even think about taking the next exam. already."
The man with glasses trembled angrily, tears rolling in his eyes, "You, you are too much."
The gangster was triumphant, and sat on the table, his feet resting heavily on Song Yu's table, he couldn't be mad: "I'm too much, tell the teacher, and see who is unlucky in the end."
Song Yu, who was restless and restless in sleep, was finally woken up by a loud noise in his ear.