After wearing Mary Suvin, the male protagonist and I got together

Xiang Yu went back upstairs in confusion, but the lady downstairs was still cursing non-stop, which didn't fit her image of a rich and beautiful woman at all.Xiang Yu was facing her, like facing a fierce man with wide-eyed eyes, hammering his chest with one hand, and gesticulating with the other hand, ready to smash a big stone in his chest.

The distant sound can still be clearly heard in the stairwell.

Woman: "You let him go home."

Xiang Jun: "I won't."

Woman: "Are you a man?"

Xiang Jun: "Can I still be a human demon?"

The woman choked, and repeated the topic just now, "You let Xiang Yu go home."

Xiang Jun: "Why? I'll listen to what you say?"

The woman decided to take a step back, "If you let him go home, I will definitely not make things difficult for him. I will care about a child, who am I?"

Xiang Jun: "Little man."

There was no sound downstairs, but within a minute there was a loud noise that shook the sky.

Something was thrown down.

The woman sternly said, "Xiang Jun, your mother, will you let him go back?"

Xiang Jun's voice became more angry and urgent, "Idiot, I won't let him go back. If you have the ability, just smash me to death."

The woman said angrily, "Xiang Jun, you bastard, look at you, my own son, who asked his grandfather to sue his grandma, and asked someone to put Xiang Yu into Class [-], the little girl who borrowed from Shen's house , in the same class as him, and see if you are ashamed. Look at the children in the neighborhood, which one is in the civilian class?"

Xiang Jun said, "What can I do? Xiang Yu's entrance exams are all zeros, and he won't do it if he asks. The teachers of the other classes refuse to accept them. I am afraid that it will affect the class ranking. I can only arrange him in the tenth place." Class eight."

The woman tried to get rid of the accusation of "evil stepmother" and tried every means, "Call my dad and ask him to help Xiang Yu get into the class. I don't believe it, can I get into a class with the money?"

Xiang Jun: "...you can make this call if you have the ability."

The woman threw the thing in her hand, "Hit me, you think I'm as useless as you?"

Xiang Yu: "......."

Xiang Yu had no idea what the couple was doing.

Xiang Yu entered the door holding his basketball.

The aunt who has always been called "Aunt Qiong" came in with a pile of clothes in her arms. Xiang Yu tugged at her neckline and squeezed the button hidden in her pocket. Putting it on the bed, he pinched the buttons in Xiang Yu's palm, "Young master, throw away this dress, the buttons are all off, sir just sent a bunch of clothes from the store, can you try it? "

Xiang Yu glanced at the bed, "I'll try again later."

Aunt Qiong touched Xiang Yu's collar and threw the buttons into the trash can, "That's not acceptable. There are too many clothes, you have to try, so I can hang up the ones that fit."

She went out of the room, and soon she appeared by the door.

Xiang Yu: "......."

Aunt Joan brought in a small cart of clothes.

Xiang Yu wiped his face, feeling that his three views on life were shattered.

Xiang Yu spent his first night in this noisy villa.

The couple in the Xiang family slept in separate rooms. It is said that their eldest son made a phone call during the quarrel, and then the mistress of the Xiang family quarreled with her son again like a firecracker. I ran to the master bedroom and fell asleep.

Xiang Jun felt that staying with her was disgusting, and after talking to Xiang Yu, she couldn't stand it and slept in the study alone.

After Xiang Yu took a shower, he opened the door and walked out.

There was fine water vapor on his body and hair, which made his eyebrows and eyes more moist and vivid.

Aunt Joan has been living at home, and now she went downstairs to help him get a hair dryer to dry his hair.

While stroking his soft hair and blowing it over and over again, she said, "Master, don't blame Madam, she is not a bad person, she usually likes to quarrel with her husband, and she doesn't know what she is arguing about all day long. She is simple, and what she says is yours." Don't take it to heart."

Xiang Yu didn't speak.

On the desk of the bookcase facing the bed is a photo, which is covered with a wooden case, and the aged yellow color can be seen through the thin glass.

A pair of elderly people are sitting on a bench, both of them are smiling softly, the background of the photo is a yellow ginkgo tree, the original Xiang Yu is wearing a hoodie with a hood on his head, the rope of the hoodie just hangs down Next to the old man's cheek, Xiang Yu in the photo showed a vicious message, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were soft, gentle and happy.

After Aunt Qiong left, Xiang Yu lay on the bed, staring blankly at the crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling.

After a while, he got up from the bed, took out a pen from his schoolbag, and tore a few blank sheets of paper.

this is a book.

He only knows the names of the hero and heroine and a part of the plot about himself, and the rest are waiting to be unlocked.

Xiang Yu understood his situation very well.

Xiang Yu drew a circle on the left side of the white paper, wrote the word "Xiang" in the middle, and then drew a continuous line up and down, just pasting it on the small circle. After thinking about it, he wrote "Father" on it, and the following Hook up a stepmother.

Then typed a note next to the stepmother, "There is a son."

Then he drew two connected circles on the right, one marked "Shen Chong" and the other marked "Pu Yiran".

Then ticked a few lines below, hooked "Dai Yong" under Pu Yiran, and typed a note, "Cannon Fodder No. [-]."

Xiang Yu thought about what happened at school carefully, then ticked the name "Jing Shuang" under Dai Yong, and wrote a note next to it, "Cannon Fodder No. [-]."

What's the name of the tall guy in the daytime?

Xiang Yu paused and forgot his name, so he ticked "Yellow Hair" under "Shen Chong", followed by a note, "Unknown Cannon Fodder No. [-]."

Then he and Jing Shuang were connected with a thin line.

That's it.

Xiang Yu turned the pen in his hand and picked up the relationship diagram he had drawn. After a while, he felt that it was not clear enough, so he added the names of the driver's aunt and the teaching director.

Xiang Yu looked at the paper, crossed his legs, hooked his index finger and thumb together, and pressed his chin.

Mary Su's innocent campus essay.

Then there must be n people who are ambiguous with the heroine, but the heroine is in love with the hero alone.

However, judging from the hero Shen Chong's voluntary disregard of the relationship today, the relationship between the male and female protagonists must be suppressed first and then raised. In the early stage——

Xiang Yu took a pen and wrote two more words.

It must be the heroine's unrequited love, love is hard to express?

Who is the help of the two of them?

Dai Yong can be counted as one, and he himself can be counted as one. Today he and Dai Yong can quarrel over Pu Yiran, after that, Dai Yong will never be kind to him, and there will be many troubles against him in the future.

Jing Shuang and his friend with the wig were like dogs at best, so they probably couldn't cause any big disturbances.

In the end it's the hero.

As a male second, conflict with the male protagonist is absolutely unavoidable, but what form will this conflict appear in?

Grade comparison?

But the original owner is a scumbag, and there is no comparison with the male lead.

According to this logical chain reasoning, Xiang Yu's work in the later period may be to rise up in anger and improve his performance.

After all, he is the male lead of this article, and it is impossible for him to be the same as the male protagonist. He must be evenly matched in many respects, so that he can play his best role.

Then this is a growth personality?

Xiang Yu threw away his pen and wiped his face. His eyelids felt sore and he was extremely sleepy. He folded the paper, got out of bed and stuffed it with a book.

He turned his hands over, covering his eyes with the back of his hands, his consciousness flickered slightly, and soon fell asleep.

"Cong Chong, Chong Chong, Chong—" A voice kept shouting this sentence.

Who is Chong Chong?

Xiang Yu shook his head and found that his whole body had shrunk suddenly, as if he had returned to when he was five or six years old.

When he fully regained consciousness, he was pinching the collar of a child in his hand. The child's face was bruised and his eyes were swollen, and his mouth was unconsciously threatening, "Xiang Yu, wait for me, Dad will come later." Let's see if he can't kill you."

Xiang Yu patted his face. He remembered that his father was his only son, so he threw the collar in his hand and pushed the child to the ground, "Who are you?"

The child who fell to the ground was hurt by the fall, and suddenly burst into tears, "Xiang Yu, idiot, trash, um, daddy prefers you. Scoundrel."

Xiang Yu took two steps back. Suddenly, someone tripped his calf and fell to the ground. He gritted his teeth in pain and glanced back, only to find that there was a child behind him with curly black hair, like It's like a girl's lace head with thin curls.

Xiang Yu suddenly got up on his stomach, knelt beside the child to lift his head, and then put the child's head on his lap.

The child seemed to have passed out completely.

His delicate nose was full of blood, which would dry up together and become two long bloodstains, even his lips were stained red.

Xiang Yu held his face and stroked the center of his brow. One of the child's eyes was blocked by the curly hair, and he could only see his other eye which was closed tightly.

Xiang Yu dragged him up with great effort, unconsciously muttering, "Congchong?"

He bent down and listened to his heartbeat.

thump thump.

still alive.

Xiao Xiangyu propped himself up, grabbed one of his arms and dragged the child onto his back.

Another crying child on the ground saw his movements and stopped crying. He grabbed the child's legs on his back, tried to pull him down, and shouted, "Shen Chong, Shen Chong, come down for me!"

Xiang Yu didn't know what he was doing, and felt that everything around him seemed to be dangling in an oval shape, his consciousness was hazy, and he couldn't hear the voice clearly, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a veil.

Xiao Xiangyu strangled his legs with great effort, feeling that his sweat was dripping, "Don't move."

The crying child still looked like a hooligan, "Xiang Yu, Xiang Yu, I'm your brother, and you beat me because of Shen Chong, I want to sue my father!"

The child was crying and crying, and Xiang Yu soon saw the blood line left on his forehead.

Xiang Yu had no choice but to put the one on his back down, and put one arm around his waist, and with the other hand, he pulled the crying child up, raised his hand above his head, and put it on his neck.

The bruised and swollen child rubbed his eyes and continued to cry.

The little child dragged one with one hand and another with the other, and walked forward with difficulty.

Xiang Yu soon saw the figure.

Seeing the three of them, a lady with wine-red hair screamed in fright and almost fainted. She quickly held the arm of the bruised and swollen child, and the child threw himself into her arms and burst into tears. , more intense than the crying just now.

The lady hugged the child's head distressedly, and shouted to the side, "Xiang Jun! Xiang Jun! Come and see your son."

Xiang Yu blinked and felt that his eyelashes were wet, as if something sticky had flowed down from his forehead, and even the air around him was like that of an orangutan.

Xiang Yu felt his head hurt a little, he hugged the curly-haired child's waist in discomfort, and blinked hard.

The woman in front of her suddenly became blurred, and soon became thin and long irregular lines.

Xiang Yu fell asleep.

Xiang Jun stood at the door and knocked on Xiang Yu's door.

There was no sound and no movement inside.

Aunt Qiong stood beside him, probed and asked, "Are you asleep? I think the young master looks very tired today."

Xiang Jun thought for a while, reached out, and unlocked the door. All the doors in the villa were open, basically no key was needed, only a few rooms occasionally needed to be opened with a key.

Xiang Yu slept on the quilt with his body bent, his soft hair covering his eyebrows and eyes, hanging down on one side.

The lights in the house were still on.

Xiang Jun walked in softly, the leather shoes stepped on the soft carpet almost without a sound.

Xiang Jun put one hand through the boy's neck, and put the other arm around the boy's leg. With a slight lift, he lifted the boy up.

Aunt Qiong quickly pulled out the quilt that Xiang Yu was pressing on her body.While Xiang Jun put Xiang Yu down, she carefully covered Xiang Yu's body, and tucked the quilt for him by the way.

Xiang Jun said, "Aunt Qiong."

Aunt Joan stood aside, "Sir, I'm here."

Xiang Jun stared at Xiang Yu for a long time, took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes, "Why do you think this kid grows up so fast? The last time I saw him was when he was seven or eight years old. It's just so big."

When he spoke, his nose was red, and the corners of his eyes were moist, as if he didn't know how long the years really were, "How can it grow so fast."

Aunt Qiong comforted, "Sir, the young master is back after all, you should be happy."

Xiang Jun stroked his eyebrows, then rubbed Xiang Yu's ears, "Zheng Lijing is right, I am a useless person, if I hadn't made a wrong decision back then, I wouldn't be in this situation. "

Aunt Qiong is an old man in the family, and she has watched the two children grow up all the way. She just sighed, not knowing how to evaluate this kind of thing, she just patted Xiang Jun on the shoulder, "Mr. , It's late at night, go back to sleep."