Chapter 28: husband

After finishing the discussion on the forum, Song Yu simply turned off his mobile phone and stopped paying attention to the right and wrong.
After the matter is gone, he will hide his merit and fame deeply.
In the reading comprehension he did in class, he was still stuck on that question, and he didn't know whether to choose b or d.
After thinking for a while, he put aside the pen, so entangled in what he was doing, couldn't he live downstairs with a schoolmaster.
Thinking of this, Song Yu put away his pen and paper, and ran downstairs.
In the room, Xie Sui was answering a phone call.
The teenager was sitting on a chair with his hand on the table, his tone was casual: "The video is for the police station. As for the photos and the medical certificate, send me what I am doing and send it to his family."
What was said over the phone.
Xie Sui lowered his eyes, listened blankly, and pressed the hang up button.
The knock on the door rang quickly.
Xie Sui could guess who it was, and his eyes raised faintly, and he looked in the direction of the door—this kid didn't sleep at noon, so he planned to sleep for three consecutive lessons in the afternoon?
Song Yu knocked for a long time, and finally waited until Xie Sui opened the door. There are two words "neutral" and "criticize" in my head.
Seeing Xie Sui opening the door, his eyes lit up.
Meeting his dark and cold eyes, he was stunned again, and said directly: "I will study with you."
Xie Sui held the doorknob, his lips twitched.
"You don't need to learn mathematics."
Song Yu: "...English. Let me go in and sit down first. It's so hot."
Xie Sui felt that his patience with Song Yu was enough.
Who else in the last life dared to talk to him like this.
His reputation for coldness and ruthlessness is outside, and countless celebrities rush to him, and they dare not step into his private domain.
Xie Sui let him in and said lightly.
"Don't ask me the words you can find in the dictionary."
Song Yu: "......"
Day, then I have a mobile phone. Why do I need you?
The layout of the rooms in the teacher's apartment is similar. Song Yu sits on the sofa in the living room, doing homework.
Xie Sui didn't enter the bedroom either, but read a book next to him, staying with him.
One person doing homework, and two people doing homework together is a completely different feeling.
Anyway, for Song Yu, with Xie Sui by his side, he did not fish more often.
After finishing the two questions, Song Yu got the correct answer and the correct rate was 50%!
He can be so good at rewriting English papers after so long. He is really a genius.
I gave myself a thumbs up.
This Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School's top 100 is expected. Song Yu happily picked up the water on the table, took a sip, and looked in Xie Sui's direction. He was quite curious: "Why do I think you are either sleeping in class, or Playing with mobile phones after class, I haven't even thought about studying."
Xie Sui turned a page with his fingers, and said in a calm tone: "Probably because of high school studies, it is not worthy of my heart."
Song Yu took a sip of water and put the cup down again.
"Oh."
Oh, look at you amazing.
With the anger of scumbag, Song Yu plunged into the ocean of English.
The last question of a cloze.
Song Yuka stuck with a word for a long time.
That's the kind, too familiar.
You clearly know that you know it, you can figure it out without relying on your phone, but your brain is blank for a while.
Xie Sui checked the time and said, "It's going to go to class."
Song Yu didn't look up, "Wait, I still have one question. Don't make a noise, I will write it out right away."
Xie Sui raised his eyebrows without urging him, put the book in his hand, and went to pour him a glass of water.
He said it immediately, and after five minutes passed, Song Yu's pen still didn't move, his brows were tightly twisted, it was the familiar feeling of gritting his teeth and struggling.
This kid will always fight like a problem.
Xie Sui came over, just about to let go of the water.
Hearing that Song Yu finally gave up, he said sadly: "husband."
Xie Sui was stunned.
The cup was not stable, and water splashed on the fingertips.
Song Yu gritted his teeth: "Do you remember what husband means? I think I must know him, but I just can't remember."
Xie Sui paused for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed out loud, and then asked: "What? I didn't hear clearly, so read it again."
Song Yu almost died with this question: "husband, are you clear, what do you mean."
Xie Sui smiled: "Slow down."
"Husband! h, u, s, b, a, n, d!"
The evil taste in his heart finally put away, Xie Sui stopped teasing him.
Sitting next to Song Yu, he pulled out the exercise book.
"Let me look at the topic."
Song Yu was stunned, and was so angry that he slapped the table: "You mean! I want you to tell me!"
Xie Sui took his pen and clicked on the question, ignoring his incompetent rage.
"Husband means husband and husband, but here, Mrs. Green is calling for her lover. It will not be so formal. So we should choose c, darling."
He tilted his head and looked at Song Yu with a smile, his voice low and pleasant.
"Dear."
Dear.
Xie Sui's voice was cold, but the three words contained smile and gentleness, and the scalp of the person who was hooked was numb.
But Song Yu was too straightforward. There was only one reaction. He was dumbfounded and angry: "So the husband that I wasted a while ago thinking about is not the correct answer?"
"..."
Xie Sui gave him a deep look and put down his pen.
The tone was cold: "Yes."
Just let him go through the dictionary :)
As Xie Sui expected, Song Yu had directly slept in a Chinese class in the afternoon.
September was already sleepy. When the Chinese teacher read the text aloud, Song Yu felt that his eyelids were fighting.
The Chinese teacher is a middle-aged man full of affection. He is full of emotions when he recites poems, and his hands are waving with them. ..." His tone was too slow, and Song Yu almost knocked his head on the table later.
Bang, the slight pain made him sober for a moment.
I slapped myself with the domineering personality, and Song Yu’s idol burden is not too heavy.
He shook his head and pulled Xie Sui's sleeves: "Pinch me, don't let me sleep, I want to attend class."
After speaking, he stretched out his arm.
In summer, he wears short sleeves, and his exposed hands are white and tender. At first glance, he is pampered for a long time.
I don't know how the energy comes from when hitting someone.
Xie Sui glanced down and said lightly, "Pinch yourself."
Song Yu was stupid, and gave a genius suggestion: "I can't put a heavy hand on myself, should you stretch out your hand and pinch it for me?"
Xie Sui was all grinned by him.
To sleep and pinch someone else's hand god, he is really smart.
"You dream."
They got along more and more casually, and Song Yu didn't notice anything wrong. Knowing that he was at a loss, he could only find another way out. He turned to follow Ma Xiaoding, who was particularly active in Chinese, and said, "Hurry up, pinch me, I'm going to sleep."
Ma Xiaoding is immersed in the ocean of poetry. At first hearing, he didn't understand: "What do you want me to do, Brother Yu?"
Xie Sui grabbed Song Yu's hand and got him back.
"Sleep, I call you when it comes to the point."
Song Yu's eyes widened, and tears were so sleepy, his eyes looked particularly clear and confused.
"Don't, it's not appropriate, I'm going to be a man who learns to get full marks."
The tone is still so owing.
Xie Sui: "The next physics class, you won't sleep now, wait for you to sleep?"
Physics and language.
The former will be stupid for about three years if he doesn't listen to one class.
In contrast, Song Yu obediently shut up and fell asleep on the table.
Their place is simply a vip school scum area, leaning on the window, there is wind as a hypnotic, and the teacher's voice as a lullaby. Before long, Song Yu fell into a deep sleep.
In fact, there has been a lot of attention here.
The post on the forum tore Yu Ge's true identity was torn for a long time, but the person did not speak, no matter what happened.
The fans agreed that in reality, Yu is an ugly, short and compelling diao silk, it is impossible to match Song Yu, because the gang of rotten girls are so funny that they are so lalang. .
The girls were divided into two waves. On the forum, Xie Sui's girlfriend fans still accounted for the majority. When they heard that they were at the same table, they vomited blood and insisted that they didn't believe it. These two people cannot be related!
The rest of the cp people are happily like gods, and the building can fly up, just like the New Year.
The posture on the forum is just as hateful as beating the gongs and drums in front of other people's funerals.
For example, the analysis of a fairy landlord.
"Day! I'm so happy! Song Yu, sy, Xie Sui, xs, both of them have an s in their abbreviations, what does it mean—the explanation is true! Are you familiar with the rest of xy? Interspersed in math textbooks , The never-separable xy axis. What does this mean? It means that no matter how long the future is, their origins are all dependent on each other. They are born pair, don’t you understand?"
other people.
"..."
".......... cattle batch."
"6666666666"
"What the can make you translate flowers."
"Don't understand? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Of course, they dance on the forums, but only online.
In reality, even if a group of girls believe that Song Yu is Brother Yu, they dare not speak much.
After all, Song Yu's stubborn temperament in the forum is too obvious, and they are so arrogant at first sight, they are afraid.
Before the truth came out, I chose to wait and see in secret.
But the more I wait and see, the more I feel that the two people at the same table are really arranged by heaven.
The first physics class in high school.
Song Yu took out one hundred and twenty minutes of spirit, with a tall waist and a refreshing spirit.
Xie Sui spread out the physics textbook and tilted his head and said, "I'll take a nap first, and you knock on my table in the next physical education class to wake me up."
Song Yu: "??? You sleep in physics class!"
Xie Suun said.
Song Yu was startled: "Did you sleep late yesterday?"
Xie Sui smiled and said, "It's okay."
The matter of Zhu Zhixing's family was not enough to disuse him too much, so he paid more attention to the Wang family.
Song Yu slept for a Chinese class without any intention of repentance. He taught other people a whole set: "This is not good, I tell you, physics is a subject, you slept in the first class, and then I don’t understand anymore, do you know how many people lose in the subject of physics every year, hello."
Xie Sui ignored him.
Lie on the table and closed his eyes.
Thick and long eyelashes are covered.
When Xie Sui didn't open his eyes, he lost the enchanting and mysterious aura, and looked tired and fragile.
Song Yu looked at his sleeping face, stunned, not forced, and muttered in a low voice: "How can I sleep like that."
Xie Sui, who hadn't slept, heard his words, her eyelashes trembled slightly and her heart was funny.
He is actually not a sleepy person. On the contrary, he has become a habit of insomnia in his previous life. For a long time, he only closed his eyes for two or three hours a day. And he slept very shallowly, and he could wake up with a sound.
Back when he was fifteen years old, he found that with Song Yu by his side, he could always sleep peacefully.
amazing.
Wang Ci didn't come to class all day, which was a good thing for Song Yu. The stupid things that Wang Ci did to Xie Sui in the original book are simply disgusting to him.
The last class is physical education.
Song Yu sorted things out, turned out his phone, and planned to go to class.
drop.
A message from a stranger came out on the phone.
Every word is malicious.
[Do you think that if Xie Sui's mother's things broke out, so many people would follow him and call him to thank God? A son of a dead. 】
[What I am fancy to is ruined, I will not let it to others. Fight with me? I will destroy everything and drag him to hell, who will he ask when you see it]
Song Yu looked at it, his eyes were full of coldness, and his smile was cold.
He was wrong.
Stupid is everywhere.
Song Yu wrote back to him.
【You come】
[Look at who ruined who in the end:)]