Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Of course, Song Yu quickly realized how stupid he was just now, twitched the corner of his mouth, and changed the subject: "You got off work?"

"No," Xie Sui sat across from him and shook his head, then asked: "Are you working on a question?"

Song Yu raised his math book and said, "Yes."

I have seen it twice, and their relationship is no longer so awkward and restrained. Song Yu Tucao: "I'm really bored to write this. It's troublesome. The more I write, the more sleepy I get."

"It's not really troublesome, factorial of a66,6."

Xie Sui smiled, and his slender hand picked up a pen and took out a piece of paper. He wrote a formula on it and handed it to Song Yu, "That question just now."

Song Yu was so embarrassed, his ears were red, and he accepted, "Thank you."

Fortunately, customers came in again at the milk tea shop, and Xie Sui was busy.

Song Yu looked at his back, poked a thin tube into the cup, and took a sip of lemonade, his mouth full of the cool and sour summer.

He was depressed, whether the protagonist thought he was a mentally retarded, elementary school students would not count it.

The more I think about it, the more upset.

It's almost evening.

This paper by Song Yu finally stumbling to finish with his sufficient answering skills.

Three long and one short election are the shortest, and three short and one long election are the longest.

Take copying as the main task, supplemented by ignorance.

I am uneducated, so I can understand the word.

After finishing the paper, Song Yu felt that his soul was sublimated.

The shop manager asked Xie Sui to buy some strawberries.

In the deserted milk tea shop, a female clerk finally found the opportunity and came over enthusiastically to get close to him.

"Brother, can I ask, what is your relationship with Brother Xie?"

The female clerk is called Xiaoxi, she is pretty long, with big eyes, she wears a little orange lipstick, she looks pure and gorgeous.

After Song Yu finished writing the papers, he was in a good mood and replied casually: "My friend. When school starts, he may still be a classmate!"

Xiaoxi laughed, and revealed two sweet dimples, which seemed to be very happy.

"It's great, it turns out that Brother Xie still has friends."

She put the exquisite gift box she had been holding on to the table and said softly, "Can I ask you for one thing."

Song Yu was stunned: "Confession? You still have to tell him this yourself."

Xiaoxi couldn't laugh or cry: "No, Brother Xie doesn't even tell me much, I don't have the courage to confess."

She lowered her head and the hair on her ears fell, seeming to be lost in memory: "Last week, Brother Xie saved my life. I have always wanted to thank him. But I am a little afraid of him, so I haven't dared to say it yet."

Song Yu was taken aback, suddenly felt that the name Xiaoxi was a bit 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 especially."

As if remembering something of fear, her eye sockets flashed red, and she sniffed: "I was walking the night alone that day, and was almost taken away by those gangsters. He saved me, Xie Gezhen Is a particularly good person."

Song Yu finally remembered.

In the original book, Xie Sui would get involved with the gangsters and be interrupted in the summer because he saved the girl named Xiaoxi.

With mixed feelings in his mind, Song Yu thought about it while biting on the thin tube, and shook his head to Xiao Xi, "Since you think he is a particularly good person, why are you afraid of him?"

The stream was stunned.

Song Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Why don't you thank him in person? Maybe he hasn't forgotten it. Maybe your gratitude will make him happy for a long time, maybe he has been waiting for you."

Xiaoxi's face was at a loss and confusion.

Song Yu's words were heard word by word.

The girl's reddish eyes slowly cleared again, emitting a firm light. She held the exquisitely packaged gift box back in her hand, exhaled deeply, got up and bowed to Song Yu: "Thank you, I understand."

Song Yu stirred the lemon slices and small limes in the cup with a thin tube.

Seeing Xie Sui with a stiff expression when he came back carrying a strawberry and suddenly received a gift at the door.

Could not help but smile.

He went into the book and came to Xie Sui's side. I feel sorry for this kind-hearted and innocent teenager, wanting him to get rid of the doom of the original book and live out what he should be at this age.

Not to get his favor, nor to become an indispensable and important person around him.

He wanted Xie Sui to see the gentleness of this world. It's not just... his gentleness alone.

The milk tea shop closes at nine.

As usual, Song Yu asked the driver to wait for him at the fork in the street.

After Xiaoxi gave the present, she was still blushing, but she was much more courageous. Seeing that Song Yu was about to leave, she urged: "Thank you, brother, you can send it to someone."

Xie Sui frowned.

This place is said to be remote and remote. There are only a few street lights in one street, and the street is dark.

Song Yu remembered one thing: "Do you want to buy a mobile phone?"

Xie Sui held the gift in his hand, his expression 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 this kind of thing out of the ordinary.

"Hey, have you heard what I'm talking about?" Song Yu asked again, who couldn't get a reply.

Xie Sui looked down and said lightly: "If you save enough money, buy it."

Song Yu paused and asked, "I have an old mobile phone at home. Anyway, I have to lose it. I sell it to you for a hundred. Do you want it?"

One hundred yuan is no different from giving it away.

Xie Sui's eyes were cold, and the irritability in his heart became heavier, his tongue licked the bottom of his teeth and smiled.

"Okay."

Xie Sui agreed so readily, Song Yu was dumbfounded. I thought that with Xie Sui's sensitive and inferior temperament now, he would have to spend a lot of words to persuade him by saying something like "You don't need me to lose too".

"Okay, I'll bring it to you tomorrow, and then I will accompany you to apply for a card."

Song Yu was a little excited, so he could contact Xie Sui directly with his mobile phone.

What else he wanted to say, suddenly a whistle came from right in front, and the breath of the youth came.

"Oh, isn't this our great hero! I have been looking for you for a long time, but now you have come to the door."

Song Yu turned his head and looked ahead.

A few squatting smokers under the street lamp, with yellow hair, leather jackets, and rubbing out their cigarette butts with their feet, came towards them with a sullen expression, to be precise, towards Xie Sui.

The headed young man had a thin face and a hideous scar on his face. He stared at Xie Sui with a sneer: "Last time you were lucky, this time I am all here. If you don't die tonight, you have to break my arm."

There are about seven or eight of them, all holding things in their hands, and they are full of desperate force. The chain on his clothes reflected the light, his eyes were extremely vicious.

Song Yu: Oh, the big plot point in the original book is here, and the revenge seekers come to the door. He regretted not having a bodyguard when he went out today.

Xie Sui pulled the corners of his mouth indifferently in the darkness, and the brutality and ruthlessness on his Qing Jun face were stronger than those of this group of people. It just so happened that he was so irritable now that these people came over to vent his anger.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Yu's wrist, his voice low and cold: "If I'm troubled, you go first."

How could Song Yu leave him? Leaving him alone, Xie Sui's hands were gone.

Song Yu pulled him behind him with a cold expression: "Shut up, I'll come."

Xie Sui: "......"

The headed burgundy-haired **** laughed.

Song Yu's clothes are the same as those obedient boys, and he still holds this math book in his hand. It is clean and beautiful, without any deterrent.

He spat on the ground, took a step forward, and grabbed Song Yu's collar clothes with his hands. "Don't worry about things you shouldn't care about. Be careful of your upper body, but you have already managed it, so you think it's bad luck. I like playing nerds, it's best to be foolish."

He grinned and waved his arm, as if he was about to hit Song Yu against a telephone pole.

Xie Sui looked cold.

But the next second, there was a scream from the street, and it turned out to be a red-haired **** who was thrown to the ground!

Between the sparks and the flint, Song Yu captured and kicked people in one go. The young boy's light brown hair brushed his eyebrows, his facial features that appeared to be well-behaved and gentle, showing sharpness.

The red hair clutched his belly on the ground, raised his head and widened his eyes, angrily: "You are looking for death!"

"Look who died first."

Song Yu sneered, rolled up the math book in his hand, stepped on Hongmao's arm, and knocked the book against his head. Every moment is deadly.

The person next to him was stunned.

Even Xie Sui hadn't been surprised for so many years, but the kid was stunned for a few seconds.

Hong Mao was knocked and barked, trying to struggle, but Song Yu's strength made him scary. He was extremely humiliated and angry, and turned his head and roared: "You are still standing watching the excitement! Copy the guy and beat him to death!"

The little brothers reacted, they were leading the guy, and they swarmed up with iron rods and knives in an instant.

"Your kid is over, dare to mess with our Azure Dragon Gang!"

"It's useless for you to kneel down and call Dad tonight!"

Song Yu let go of his feet on the red hair, entered a few numbers on the phone, and while waiting to be connected, he smiled coldly at the group of gangsters.

"Also called Dad?"

He took the math book and patted Hong Mao's face, and sneered: "Come out and do some homework first. A street in the south of the city, and inquire who is the father."

"......"

The **** have never heard such crazy words before, and their angry faces are blue! Damn, how could anyone be arrogant to this point!

And Xie Sui, he was really amused by this kid.

The kind of irritability in my heart also slowly dissipated as I fell asleep. Perhaps Song Yu brought many variables, but it also brought him many new experiences.

At least, it's not what he dislikes.

Hong Mao was so angry that he could not wait to jump up on the spot: "You call someone? It's useless if you call someone! Tonight, either you die or I live!"

Song Yu was already on the phone: "Hey, Uncle Ma, let's get in the car. There are a few bad boys obstructing the traffic. You'll be killed by the way."