Chapter 70: Unspoken

The heart is beating wildly. After a strong sense of collapse, Song Yu's senses gradually recovered, and cheers from all directions flooded in like tides.
"Is it number one? Is it number one?"
"Fuck! First, first!"
"Ah, ah, Yu Ge Niubi! Yu Ge Niubi!"
"Yu Ge Niu Bian!"
Whistle, laugh, applause, scream with broken voice.
His hands clasped Xie Sui's arm tightly. After violently panting, his temples jumped suddenly, but he raised his eyes and showed a bright and smug smile. The light brown pupils are transparent and radiant, so the sun is not so dazzling for a moment.
Panting slightly, Song Yu said with a smile, "I'm not great."
Xie Sui supported him, was dizzy for a second, and then chuckled softly, "It's great."
Jiang Chunian almost couldn't hold the fan next to him, and said incoherently excitedly: "Ah ah ah, Sui Yu Er'an is true, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
Liang Yingying was speechless to this fickle woman, and rolled her eyes at her: "If you won the first kiss, go and send it, counsel the goods, grab Brother Yu from Xie Shen, and press on the playground wall to kiss."
Jiang Chunian: "I don't, it's actually quite interesting to live."
The audience is as lively as the Chinese New Year.
In a certain corner, the capped boy grinned at the camera: "Congratulations, Song Yu, who won the first place, and then told you an unfortunate news. My roommate called and said that he was kidnapped and tens of millions of cash was robbed. Let's owe Les first. Not weighing on his debts, he decides to send Lamborghini next time."
1500 meters is the last race on the first day.
After running, Song Yu was accompanied by Xie Sui and walked on the edge of the playground.
Ma Xiaoding finally snatched the screaming chicken from Xi Bowen. He was so happy, he squeezed it in his hand, and made unpleasant noises.
Song Yu's eyes swept away.
Ma Xiaoding silently held it in his arms, buckled the dab, and stopped playing.
A group of people followed them.
Xi Bowen was full of interest: "Brother Yu, don't you know how crazy the audience stand was when you ran the last lap, and the car delivery person sent the car to the room. The teacher was stunned by the roar, hahaha."
Song Yu had slowed down, opened the bottle cap and drank iced black tea.
Ma Xiaoding said: "In the forum, there is a big guy who made a bet. If Brother Yu wins the first place, the whole building will post a hundred names one by one. Now the number of floors is about to break the record, and then the big guy sneaks up. The number is cancelled. Damn, I want to remember this tortoise grandson who owes me a hundred." A boy in class one laughed: "Hum, as long as what they say is credible, I still look like this poor?"
Song Yu couldn't laugh, and turned his head to ask Xie Sui: "Look at people, I won the car and house, and the first night, you, what do you want to give me."
Xie Sui tilted his head and stared at him, his cold and dark eyes with a smile, his tone prolonged, and he said casually: "Is it good last night?"
Song Yu: "......"
What a ghost!
That's not what he said!
The squad leader ran from the front, waving his arms desperately. Holding a camera in his hand, he shouted: "School tyrant, school grass, come to take a group photo."
Ma Xiaoding raised his screaming chicken in front of him, righteously speaking: "Why, protect my Fang Yu, thank God, you are infringing on the right of portrait!"
The squad leader rolled his eyes and said: "The girl in the next class offered a sky-high price for a photo of the two of you, fifty. I thought about it, and the two stood together to take a photo. It would be one hundred. Hurry up, I'll give it to us. The class earns class fees, and we earn money to play in the amusement park."
Ma Xiaoding immediately came to the spirit: "Then add me, I only need twenty. One hundred and two."
The squad leader was too disgusted to dislike it any more: "Go to the side and shoot you in. It is estimated that you will be deducted twenty."
Ma Xiaoding was dissatisfied: "Brother Yu thanked God for five or five times, and I and them should be four or six times."
Everyone laughed loudly.
Song Yu snorted and took a step back: "I refuse." He pulled Xie Sui up by the way, lazily: "There is also my deskmate. The flowers of Gaoling must look like those of Gaoling."
Xie Sui smiled and said nothing.
The monitor held the camera, very aggrieved, "Isn't this for the sake of the class."
In the end, the double photo was not taken. Old Cheng walked over with sharp eyes. He wanted to teach them why they didn't leave, but he was dragged over to take a group photo of the class.
"Scream eggplant?"
"Sell a hammer." Ma Xiaoding squeezed the screaming chicken, hahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Song Yu: "..." What a shame.
It's just that he hasn't had time to refuse, the squad leader who took the picture has already begun to wave his hands, "Prepared."
He shouted loudly: "Brother Yu is not six?!"
"six--"
The laughter was clear.
Oh shit. Song Yu had no face to see people, and turned his head to the side, Xie Sui's chuckle in his ear.
School gate.
Qin Mo sat in the co-pilot, the window of the car dropped, and his amber eyes silently looked at the direction of the playground.
The driver was arranged for him by the Wang family, and asked cautiously: "Is the Fourth Young Master waiting for someone?"
Qin Mo shook his head, "No."
The driver followed his gaze, glanced at the direction of the playground, and was a little surprised: "Is this a sports meeting in No.1 Middle School? It's so lively."
Qin Mo smiled at the corners of his lips and suddenly asked, "Do you know Xie Sui?"
After all, the driver had been working in Wang's house for many years. He used to pick up Wang Ci. Hearing this name, his face instantly became ugly: "I know. It was the one who harmed Master Wang Ci."
Even if Qin Mo only came to Jingcheng for a few days, he still knew a little bit about his unlearned cousin. Think about Wang Ci's temperament.
Who hurts who is still possible.
But he didn't have the interest to delve into it. He turned his head and said, "Do you know his family background."
The Wang family had also seriously investigated Xie Sui.
The driver said what he knew: "Xie Sui's family is an old man, it seems that he is not his biological person. The identity of his mother can not be found out, only know that he committed suicide by jumping off the building and contracting an illness."
Qin Mo: "Oh?"
The driver was surprised and said, "Is it possible that Xie Sui provoked you again at school? He is so courageous?"
Qin Mo slowly said: "He didn't provoke me, I think I wanted to provoke him."
The driver was taken aback for a moment, followed by a bad idea: "He can't refuse your status, right."
Qin Mo stared at a point with cold eyes, then closed the car window, "He can't refuse, but there is a silver soul next to him that is hindering me."
Driver: "...... Song Yu?"
The Wang Ci incident caused the entire Wang family to collapse at the beginning, and naturally the cause and effect were also passed on. It would be difficult for him to be unfamiliar with this name if things were stirred up like that.
A relative of the Meng family, the mayor’s nephew. Madam Wang was angry and startled at first, and only after returning to investigate carefully did she find out what Song Yu’s Song came from. a Cheng Song Family, this tone was trembling, and he could only swallow back in silence.
"Song family..." The driver was vague: "I really like to be nosy."
Qin Mo: "Let's drive."
He leaned against the co-pilot, his gentle appearance fell off, and his voice was cold: "If you like to be nosy, let him go back to City A."
The driver was startled: "What?"
Qin Mo said, "Isn't the Song family so precious to this young master?"
He touched his knuckles and said with a smile: "Let him fall ill again, I think his family is still reluctant to be here."
In the dim carriage, Qin Mo's tone was cold like a snake.
"I heard that he can't touch wine?"
The evening at the end of the sports meeting.
A video and a sentence have been topped in the high-rise forums, and the popularity has risen for a full week.
[Cross the finish line and come to my heart]
Main building: Let me show you the shots at the highest point of the sports stand. Some post-processing was done, focusing on the time of 3 minutes and 12 seconds. Alas, the fairy love between the school grass and the school bully.
1l: After reading it, I'm dead, shit
2l: After reading it, I will die, I do sit-ups in the coffin, shit
3l: What the hell, the cuts are the same as the TV series. Song Yu sprinted at the last second, running so fast, why do you have to play slowly
4l: My key announcer called her husband. He knew that I had written a cheering manuscript for myself, and I would get a girlfriend in one and a half minutes.
5l: After serving upstairs, it is recommended that the host add a sentence in the main building-the straight man retires.
6l:? ? Has been connoted to
7l: Hey, look down on someone coming, the straight guy scolded and posted
8l: Ah ah confession cheering manuscript, the sister who wrote this copy is a genius, handing a pen to the genius, the lights are as bright as before. Is the genius wife you?
9l: Hahahaha is not. The credit is everyone's, I just did a little bit of effort. Cute, kind, and smart, this is what Xie Shen said when he described Brother Yu ^^
.......
20l: I have watched it twenty times over and over again, to sum up, the Sui Yueran given to me.
21l: In the last three seconds, I seem to be running with my life's strength, passing through the crowd, to hug you. Colored letter paper fell all over the ground, and pink balloons were flying in the audience stage. People shouted and laughed, full of earthly joy.
You come to my heart, is the love of the world without words.
22l: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu is the love of the world without a word.
23l: What I want to say, but I can't say anything for a long time. I wish them a sea-like future and a long future in Japan.
"The future is like the sea, and the future is long."
In the Chinese class, the teacher wrote these four words on the blackboard with chalk, drank the water in the thermos, and began to talk about extracurricular content, "This prose by Liang Qichao was written in the last year of the Qing Dynasty, after the failure of the Reform Movement of 1898. ."
The weather is getting colder, and the windows and doors in the classroom are tightly closed. The warmth makes people feel sleepy.
The first section is a Chinese class, and Song Yu has always been lying on the table in a daze.
When I heard these eight words, my ears moved, and my head was lifted from my arm.
Subconsciously tilted his head, what he saw was Xie Sui's side face, his handsome and fair-skinned, dark eyes looking at the blackboard, earnestly and attentively.
After thinking about it, Song Yu retracted his head again.
The midterm exam came as scheduled. In this exam, Song Yu was more confident than the monthly exam. When the results came out, he had entered more than 20 places. During the class meeting, Lao Cheng directly pulled him out and praised him for the whole half of the class, rewarding the children, and finally he smiled and asked him to come on stage to talk about learning methods.
What else could Song Yu say, "Thank you for being at the same table."