Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Games.

After the flag-raising ceremony, there were speeches from various leaders. The principal and vice-principal stood on the rostrum to speak for half an hour.

After standing for a full hour, there were complaints from all quarters, and the teacher coughed and allowed them to sit down and rest.

The first class is in the middle.

Sitting cross-legged on the lawn, Song Yu tore a mint candy into his mouth.

He looked at the pile of small pink envelopes piled in front of him with a slightly surprised look, and raised his eyebrows: "What are these?"

Xi Bowen glanced at the crowd next to him, Nunu mouth, and whispered: "Believe it. Your little fans sent it. I guess it's all for your game in the afternoon. Yu Ge quickly open it and take a look."

Ma Xiaoding counted.

"1,2,3...14,15,16, Maye sixteen." He sighed sincerely: "Yu Ge Niu Bian, Yu Ge Qiang is invincible, popular, look at In the whole one, only Xie Shen can fight the one."

Song Yu didn't sleep well yesterday, and now he's sleepy, he sneered when he heard that. With sugar, the cool mint flavor is scattered in the mouth, and the spirit is better.

He pulled over a letter: "It's all love letters? Don't, it's early in the morning, it's kind of embarrassing." It's just that his eyelids are drooping and his lips are lazily pulled, except for "I'm so sleepy" on his face. "I want to sleep", not the least embarrassed.

Ma Xiaoding looked left and right and found the bright spot. He gloated and said, "Look, Brother Yu, last time you rejected a love letter. Now everyone is smarter and you don’t have all the names written, so you can’t find anyone. I still don't want to go back."

Song Yu decided to see that, as expected, the letters on the letter were all pseudonyms, either Meimei or Mengmeng, or Xiao Qian was late and late.

The corner of his lips twitched, and the last bit of sleepiness was lost.

Song Yu opened one casually and glanced at it.

Cute emojis are drawn on the colored paper, and then a line of words "Come on, husband, you are the best today". I opened another one, and there was a lot of literature and art, and the words were very beautiful, but the signature was "Your Future Girlfriend." Of course, this is not the most excessive, the following signatures are more individual than each.

"The Next Lieutenant Colonel Flower"

"Did you sleep until Brother Yu today?"

"Brother school bully took a look at me"

"Get the certificate at eight o'clock, husband"

Song Yu was chewing candy, feeling a bit familiar. This is probably their forum id, in a sense it can be regarded as a real name confession.

He analyzed it in his mind and said with a smile: "The current high school girls are really too idle, they just call their husbands casually. For the sake of school spirit and discipline, I decided to add one to my future mate selection criteria, not accepting it. Girls with a total score of less than 600 show love."

"Sigh." Ma Xiaoding took a breath. As a scumbag, he felt hurt. "Can you get a discount? A 50% discount, three percent."

Xi Bowen laughed hahaha: "I'm afraid that the average grade will be scored by that time. If it is more than ten points higher, the principal will issue you a pennant."

Song Yu: "Don't, make a contribution to the school, hide merit and fame."

At this time, Ma Xiaoding suddenly began to pat the grass excitedly.

"Brother Yu, Brother Yu, thank God for coming to power."

The rest of Song Yu's words stopped.

There was a commotion around, sweeping away the lifelessness at the beginning.

Girls you push me, I push you, whispering, hard to hide excitement.

Song Yu put down the letter in his hand, raised his head and looked towards the rostrum.

This is after the last freshman representative, Xie Sui took the stage again and spoke as a student representative. Under the empty blue sky, the young man is dressed in school uniform, handsome and straight, outstanding and dazzling. He read the speech to the speech, wondering if he didn't sleep well, his voice was a little dumb, and he was cool and seductive.

No one in the room listened to what he said, all staring at his face.

The autumn wind blew the white paper at his fingertips.

Song Yu heard the sighs of the two girls at the rear right.

"Thanks to the gods that shocked my entire high school. Good looks, good temperament, good grades, and a so-so voice. I see him every time I see him."

"Who doesn't love the school grass? Next time, I can propose to the school to post the picture of the first year on the score list. It will definitely stimulate my full motivation for learning. When I think of my rise, I will be one step closer to him. I want to buy a set of five or three."

"Hahahahahahahaha, don't ask, it is the power of love,"

Sitting on the lawn, Song Yu couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips as he looked at the excellent young man.

He is great at the same table.

Xie Sui stepped off the stage, screaming like a flood of people in the audience, and the class teachers shook their heads.

Song Yu returned to his senses, still holding the unopened letter in his hand, and continued to lower his head to read the "love letter" he received.

The thirteenth letter.

Xi Bowen asked: "What will Brother Yu plan to do with them after reading it?"

Song Yu naturally said, "Throw it away."

Xi Bowen instantly exaggerated "Wow": "Brother Yu, you are really a scumbag."

Ma Xiaoding shook his head and sighed: "You forgot, besides the bar master, my brother Yu also has a cold scumbag in the forum."

Song Yu expressed his disapproval: "Is this called scum?"

Xi's blog post: "Is this not scum?"

Song Yu sneered: "Then show you what a real scumbag is."

Holding a pile of letters in his hand, he said to Ma Xiaoding: "Guess which one I am most satisfied with?"

Ma Xiaoding was stunned and blinked: "Which seal."

Song Yu took off his school uniform jacket and placed it next to him, sitting in a daunting posture. The light-colored tea pupils were full of smiles, and the corners of his lips were lazy.

"That's a bit difficult to choose."

He pulled out a letter and put it on the grass.

"My favorite is lateness."

Another one.

"Respect Mengmeng's idea."

Another one.

"But I can't help but feel very happy to see Meimei's letter."

The fourth one.

"Interacting with Xiao Qian is the easiest."

He put them down one by one like a deal.

"But if you must choose to be alone? I choose—"

The letter in his hand has not been put down yet.

There was a person sitting next to him, his voice was cold, and he asked faintly: "Who to choose?"

Song Yu maintained the movement of raising his arm to take the letter.

The body was the same as when the pause button was pressed, and the name on the letter suddenly couldn't be said.

Tilt your head.

The person who was shining on the rostrum just now has long legs and sat next to him, looking at him with a handsome face, smiling at the corners of his lips, but his dark eyes are cold and cold.

Suddenly guilty.

Song Yu coughed and added complete.

"...Choose to study."

Both Xi Bowen and Ma Xiaoding were confused by the remarks of the scumbag boy school bully that Song Yu just said.

I only reacted now.

Ma Xiaoding's eyes widened: "Too scumbag."

Xi Bowen lowered his glasses and was dumbfounded: "My dear, brother Yu, do you open the fish pond or the harem?"

As they talked more and more biased, Song Yu rolled his eyes.

He didn't bring the previous situation summary, and he was throwing dirty water on him.

He explained to Xie Sui: "What I just showed them is not my true thoughts."

Xie Sui repeated slowly, with a light tone: "The favorite thing is lateness. I respect the idea of ​​Mengmeng, but I can't help being very happy when I see Meimei's letter, but it is the easiest to chat with Xiaoqian——"

Execution in public!

Song Yu leaned in shame and stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, angrily and funny: "Enough, I like my deskmate the most, stop reading, stop reading."

Song Yu's palm lines are very shallow, and his skin is delicate and soft like jade. Covering his lips, to Xie Sui, it was more like a kiss in the palm of his hand.

I like my tablemate the most. Such as spring water is sweet and sweet.

Suppress inner desires.

Xie Sui took his wrist away, chuckled, and slowly said, "Don't like studying?"

"No contradiction." Song Yu deliberately changed the subject: "Don't mention this. I'll show you the final inscription of their letter. It's really bold enough. They have whatever they call it."

Open the folded paper in your hand.

The content is crazy about him, calling his husband, all kinds of rainbow farts.

The signature is.

"...Thank God you were awesome last night?"

Song Yu: "..."

Xie Sui: "..."

Ma Xiaoding: "Hahahahahahahaha"

Xi Bowen also suffocated a smile: "He wants to step on two boats."

Song Yu silently turned it back.

Xie Sui froze for a while, then said with a low smile, "You were also good last night."

Song Yu: "......!!!"

He tried to turn the subject back: "Today I am better, and this afternoon is my home court."

Xie Sui's eyes curled: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Of course, the sports meet also has to cheer for the classmates.

Song Yu looked vigorously anyway.

I was stuffed with a small flag, and I thought it was novel and interesting, and waved it.

The cheers and shouts were like a tide.

Cheer up, which is inspiring.

He followed and became happy together.

The announcer was Lin Shuangqiu, and the voice spread throughout the playground.

"Crossing the white starting line, you are like a golden lightning bolt. In this autumn, your youth is infinite. Go ahead, athletes, take off like an eagle and conquer your battlefield!"

In the afternoon, the men's 1500 long-distance race.

When Song Yu put on his clothes and came out, a group of girls next to him were laughing and taking pictures with their mobile phones by the way, exclaiming, "How come Brother Yu is so handsome."

Jiang Chunian took a small electric fan and handed it to him graciously: "Brother Yu has worked hard to win glory for the class."

Song Yu smiled.

There was a boy next to him booing: "Brother Yu, someone in other classes looks down on you. Now the forum is starting to place bets again. I am not convinced and bet on my virgin body! You must take first place, I will explain it in the first night. It's in your hands."

His roommate was dumbfounded: "You **** sent the first night again?! The last one hasn't been sent out yet?"

Boy: "Hurt, it's a long story."

Song Yu took a sip of water, put the water bottle on the table with a smile, and said casually: "Don't worry. My purpose of participating in the long-distance race is to prove to everyone. While a person is handsome, he can run fast."

Jiang Chunian: "???"

Increase the fan to the maximum gear, "666."

Song Yu walked into the runway.

On the playground, in the sports stands, suddenly there was a burst of "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

A guy with a peaked cap turned his selfie stick to the other side, passionately: "Hello again, your good friend is big k, my mother really loves Song Yu so much, I like to record everything for him. Look. Is that cool guy over there? Although he can’t say to us, we can interact with him in our hearts. My roommate will not give Maserati this time. I started to give Rolls-Royce. Song Yu gave it to him first. The friendship comes with an eight-yuan coupon."

Ma Xiaoding and a group of his little brothers were again fully armed, whistling, clapping, and light sticks, all in their hands.

Xi Bowen snatched the screaming chicken away for fear of shame.

Ma Xiaoding waved his arms and blew his whistle sharply: "Brother Yu, please!"

Song Yu is now on runway 3, which is the most eye-catching.

Next to him was a boy with a bronze skin. He looked at him with a smile and said, "Which brother Yu is going to take?"

Song Yu: "Can I decide this? You don't look at how much I am carrying."

How many people's first time, how many luxury cars and mansions.

Boy with bronze skin: "Hahahahahahahaha."

A gunshot sounded.

Game start.

From the white starting line, Qingjun's boy rushed away like a bolt of lightning.

"Ahhhhh"

The audience was screaming again.

Jiang Chunian nervously almost pinched the hand of her deskmate.

Liang Yingying couldn't bear it: "You don't want to give Chuye what you are nervous about!"

Jiang Chunian: "Ah, ah, I'll give it to me, and if Brother Yu has won, I will give him the first kiss!"

Liang Yingying: "...you are looking for a fight."

Song Yu's stamina is very good, but after only training for a week, there is still a slight gap compared with the special talents. In the first two laps, there was a stalemate with another tall man, far ahead of everyone, but no one was half a step away from each other.

But by the time of the last lap, his inferior period came. He didn't have enough bursts. When he reached the sprint stage, he became more exhausted, like a lead, his pace gradually slowed down.

"Brother Yu-Come on!"

Almost most people were nervous with him, wrapped their hands around their lips, and shouted loudly.

Ma Xiaoding slapped the plastic palms in his hands, and the whistle was higher.

"Brother Yu Chong!"

The last lap.

Seeing getting closer and closer to the finish line, the other person started to throw Song Yu away.

Heartbreaking roar broke out in the audience.

"Brother Yu!! My first night, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

Audience station: "......???"

The shouts in his mouth were swallowed back by Thunder.

With him at the beginning, the rest of the cheering has changed, and everyone gets more excited at the end.

"Brother Yu! Rolls-Royce Phantom! Have you seen it! Waiting for you at the end!"

"Brother Yu! A sea-view room is in front!"

"Whoever records the barking of dogs, I think that bad idea is feasible."

"What dog do you want to bark——Brother Yu! Look at thank God! Did you see a handsome boyfriend at the finish line?"

On the side of the runway, there was neat refueling.

There was only the sound of wind in Song Yu's ear, and he couldn't breathe out of his chest, his eyes fixed on a spot.

It's now.

When sprinting.

At this moment, he suddenly exploded, as if the whole person was given a new force, gritted his teeth, fast like a gust of wind.

Sprint forward like lightning.

"Wow!"

The audience stood up excitedly.

In the broadcasting studio, Lin Shuangqiu took out a new cheering script and read it softly into the microphone.

"Scream, excitement, joy, this is us at this moment. Chasing, heartbeat, perseverance, victory or defeat in one thought, this is your battlefield, race is king, belongs to our youth, and the golden autumn is not gone."

Almost.

Song Yu looked at the back of the person in front, his heart about to jump out of his chest. A strong ambition suddenly rose, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Surpass him!

Move to the next one.

Lin Shuangqiu was taken aback.

Then laughed.

Her voice suddenly slowed down.

The sweet voice came with a smile.

"Your sweat spilled on the runway, hot water poured into my thinking, your eyes looked towards the end, piercing my soul sharply."

Almost, soon.

Song Yu clenched his back alveolar.

The soul of the whole person was ablaze.

"Too many beautiful words I can't tell on weekdays, I can only tell them in secret behind the shouts at this moment."

"You are the galaxy, the grass and trees, and all the beauty I can think of."

With every step he took, he could hear his heavy breathing, his throat dried up, and his lungs burned.

"Thank you for appearing in my life, embellishing all the ordinary and boring years. Let the mint wind of midsummer hang on the tail of my youth."

"Good-hearted, cute, smart, my husband Yu brother."

In the last few seconds, Song Yu's brain went blank. I don't know if I surpassed that person, just staring at the end.

Xie Sui stood there.

"faster."

The whistle sounded suddenly.

The moment I crossed the finish line, it was like the last string was broken, fatigue and strength swept through the body.

"Hurry up."

There was a loud voice and screams all around.

He looked blank, about to kneel down, and fell into a strong and cold embrace.

"Cross the finish line and come to my heart."