Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Song Yu was always worried about Xie Sui's state, and he was absent-minded when he went back to dinner at night.

I picked up a chopstick of green vegetables and put them in my mouth. I chewed them for half a minute, and I didn't take a few mouthfuls of rice.

Grandma Meng looked at him and shook her head, sighed, but didn't say anything to him.

After finishing his meal and taking a bath perfunctorily, Song Yu rushed upstairs and returned to his room. The first thing he did was to send a message to Xie Sui.

Crackling a bunch of words.

[Song Yu: Are you okay? 】

[Song Yu: The more I think about your state during the day, the more something is wrong, are you bewitched! 】

[Song Yu: Can you still sleep tonight? 】

[Song Yu: Do you want me to cast the Great Compassion Mantra for you!Or I'll call you and read you a paragraph of socialist core values]

Anxiety almost seeps through the screen.

It's not at all the behavior of a straight man who expressed concern with a ".".

Sure enough, it's always different for the same table.

When Xie Sui received the message.

The mail is being cleared, all of which are information about the Song family.At the beginning, he spent a lot of time to obtain the documents specifically to investigate Song Yu, but now it seems that they are not necessary.

With his downcast eyes falling on the phone screen, Xie Sui replied briefly.

【Xie Sui: It's okay】

Song Yu didn't believe it.I was so afraid of being like that in the haunted house, it was like losing my soul, it was nothing to blame.

He continued to express concern.

[Song Yu: Don't be shy, whoever we are with, I won't tell others that you are afraid of ghosts]

Xie Sui smiled.

Then make a phone call directly.

Song Yu's cell phone vibrated suddenly, and he sat up from the bed in fright. After a moment of stupefaction, he tapped on the connection.

Xie Sui's voice passed through the phone, and it was cold and magnetic: "Song Yu."

Song Yu inexplicably missed a beat.

After remembering my purpose.Immediately sat up straight again: "Well, how are you doing?"

Xie Sui chuckled lightly, provocatively, and asked, "Is that why you're so worried about me?"

Song Yu: "That's right, something was wrong with you at that time, I think you're going to have nightmares tonight."

Xie Sui leaned back on the chair, holding the mouse with the other hand, and stopped at a photo.The above is Song Yu when he was a child, even if he made a hideous look at the camera, he was too cute.

There was a smile in his dark eyes.

"That's right, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Song Yu gave him advice: "When do you usually sleep, I can read scriptures for you, and hang up the phone after you fall asleep."

Xie Sui laughed: "Are you sure?" Hearing Song Yu's voice, he might not be able to sleep all night.

Song Yu: "Sure, what do you want to listen to, I'll give you Baidu, the Diamond Sutra is still the core value of socialism."

Xie Sui pursed his lips, and said lightly, "Let's read a piece of Lagrange's median value theorem."

Song Yu: "???"

Song Yu: "..."

Did Xie Sui do it on purpose?

He felt particularly ashamed every time he heard these eight words, a black history.

Holding the phone in silence for a long time.

"Do you really want to listen?"

"Ah."

Song Yu twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, but he had already agreed, and he couldn't go back on his word. He really got out of bed, ran to the computer, and came over to Baidu.

He muttered: "I read it from the encyclopedia. You'd better lie on the bed now, put on your headphones, and try to go to bed early... But, how can you fall asleep listening to this stuff?"

Xie Sui stood on the balcony, looked down at Jingcheng at night, listened carefully to the voice of the boy opposite, and said with a low laugh, "Read it."

On the other side of the phone, Song Yu frowned.

"Then I'll start. Lagrange's mean value theorem, also known as Lagrange's theorem, is one of the basic theorems in differential calculus..."

The night is thick and the moon is round and bright.

The sweet-scented osmanthus flowers downstairs of the residents are in bloom, bringing a faint fragrance with the night wind.Song Yu's voice was clear and warm, dispelling the fear and despair brought about by life and death, parting, and missing.

Xie Sui stood on the balcony with downcast eyes and a gentle smile on his lips.

His fingers touched the fence and tapped twice, as if recalling something through the years.

"Then within the open interval a to b, there is a point 3 before it, which is greater than a and less than b..."

Recalling the first time they met in Linshui, the handsome young man who was frosty under the light and shadow.

At the milk tea shop, he was lying down while writing the paper.

Or on a quiet street, pull him aside and talk harshly to someone.

Midsummer jumped off the wall and fell into the wind in his arms.

Too much.

Xie Sui said, "It's fine."

Song Yu was finally freed from this torture, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Sleepy?"

Xie Sui: "Well, a little bit."

Song Yu: "Then go to sleep quickly."

Xie Sui said, "Do you still remember what you asked me today?"

Song Yu clicked his tongue: "Remember, when I asked you if you were afraid of ghosts, you still said you weren't. Let's slap you in the face, but there's no shame in it. Normal people would be afraid of mysterious things like ghosts and gods."

"it is good."

Song Yu began to press: "No, I found that you didn't react that much to those heads, blood, etc. in front of you. It was the last time you saw the grave that you started to be afraid. Are you afraid of death?"

Xie Sui smiled, and said lightly, "It should be because he is afraid of death."

Song Yu was stunned for a second, and began to comfort him: "Wow, don't worry, people are going to die sooner or later anyway, so be careful. The more we talk, the more philosophical we become."

Xie Sui said that he didn't explain anything, and stared at the front with cold eyes, but said softly: "Okay, I'm not worried." He almost murmured softly, "Good night, Yu Yu."

Metaphor.

Song Yu almost lost his grip on the phone.Her ears were reddish, she felt embarrassed: "What are you yelling nonsense?"

In the distance are thousands of lights.

The cold wind blows up against the wall from below.

Xie Sui bowed his head and gave a short, unclear laugh.

Here is the place where he first recognized life and death.

A torrential rain that pierced the sky and the earth in childhood, and the woman jumping from the top, have become images that will never be forgotten in the two lifetimes no matter what.

Apart from life and death, everything in this world is trivial.In fact, life and death are trivial matters.

Now recognize again.

There is an old saying that describes unswerving until death, until death do us part.

Xie Sui turned off the phone, turned and walked to the room.

— Not even death can separate us.

[Brother Yu doesn't go to find trouble in the thirteenth high school, Yao Rui sends him to the door to be beaten? 】

Main Building: Don’t mention it, a friend of mine is getting annoyed to death by his little brother.He inquired about Brother Yu's background and the places he usually goes to, and said that he wanted to have a fight.Make an appointment with a hammer, will he see Brother Yu take care of him?

1l:? ? ?This month's exam is approaching, Brother Yu is in the library all day long, and he doesn't hear anything outside the window, so he probably doesn't know.

2l: The Thirteenth High School is full of rubbish.

3l: Don't talk about it, I heard that they are already planning to block the entrance of the library in the afternoon and fight with Brother Yu.

4l: Fuck, whoever offends me will be punished even though he is ugly, so call and tell Miejue Shigong to protect my husband!

5l: It’s going to be okay. My husband just hurt his hand a few days ago.

Song Yu did hurt his hand a week ago.

While playing basketball, a dog rushed out of the playground, frightened him out of his wits, and fell to the ground without paying attention, twisting his wrist.

The whole playground was terrified.

It was Xie Sui who strode over with a cold expression and helped him to the infirmary.

After that, he couldn't write for a week, and his homework was basically done by Xie Sui, not to mention, it was very cool.

From then on, his every move in physical education class was under the supervision of Xie Sui, and he could no longer move freely.

After finally removing the bandage, he felt that he was completely healed. However, Xie Sui even controlled his writing time, and could only move his right hand for two hours, and he was only allowed to read books for the rest of the review time.

As Jingcheng No. [-] Middle School expired, the exams became more frequent.

Monthly exams and weekly exams, one after another.

Song Yu was also considered physically disabled.

I come to the school library every Saturday to review and study.

Of course, he would not let himself be tortured by mathematics with Ma Xiaoding, who was at the end of the grade crane.The math class representative had given up treatment and collapsed on the table. Ma Xiaoding went crazy: "Why can the logarithmic function, exponential function, and power function appear in one question at the same time? What kind of sadomasochism triangle is this?"

Song Yu said: "There will be a parent meeting after the final exam, you can weigh it." Ma Xiaoding was stimulated by the word "parent meeting", and sat up again.

But after reading the question for a long time, he tremblingly chose c, which was a blessing for their beautiful love.

Putting down his pen, Ma Xiaoding said, "Don't mention the parent meeting, just make it fun. The New Year's party is coming. Brother Yu, have you signed up for it?"

The preparations for the New Year's Day party have already begun one and a half months in advance.The third grade of high school is busy with studies, so the focus is on the first year of high school. In addition to the rigid requirement to perform a show, each class is also allowed to select two or three students to go up.

Song Yu changed his pen and sneered: "Why do you want me to get involved in everything? Although I am indeed very good, I still have to restrain myself and give other boys a way out."

Ma Xiaoding said: "What is our class performing? The literary and art committee said it was a drama. My God, I have been playing Snow White since kindergarten. Can we do gourd dolls this time? They are also seven little kids. Make up the number. I can make a guest appearance as a grandfather, so I have seven more grandchildren."

Song Yu scolded with a smile: "You are so beautiful."

They were chatting when suddenly one of Ma Xiaoding's younger brothers ran in and scared everyone in the reading room with a loud voice: "Brother Yu! Something is wrong!"

Song Yu: "..." These are all shabby rumors.

The younger brother said: "A group of people came from outside the library. The [-]th Middle School is stuck there and won't leave. They say that if you don't go out today, no one will leave."

Song Yu: "Where's the teacher?"

The little brother said: "Damn it, they just figured it out. On Saturday, this place is far away from the security room, so no one knows. Yao Rui even said that if you come to No. [-] Middle School today, you will be beaten if you risk your life."

Song Yu couldn't bear to look directly at him: "There must be something wrong with his mind."

Putting down the book in his hand, he just finished reviewing a chapter now, and he was in a panic.After the injury, he felt that he had been held back for a long time, and now he urgently needed to prove himself.

Song Yu stood up, straddled his long legs, and rushed out of the reading room, when he bumped into Xie Sui, who was bringing the books for him.

Four eyes facing each other.

Xie Sui smiled: "Where are you going?"

Song Yu: "..."