Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

This is the first time Song Yu dreamed of being a child.

In "Gentle Control", it was mentioned in a few words about him and Xie Sui's childhood sweethearts. Turns out, is it that interesting?

He bit the bread in his mouth and ate it tastelessly. I was a little confused inside, except that every detail in the dream was too clear and true, and what made him even more stunned was that it was too alike—the Song Yu in the dream was too similar to his temperament.

The expression, the tone of speech, and the activity in his heart all made him seem to be looking at himself.

After so long in this world, Song Yu always had an illusion, maybe it is his original world now, is the original world just his dream? Including gentle control, it was only a conjecture of his own imagination, and the crooked word wrote Xie Sui's life right.

Which one is the truth is becoming more and more blurred.

Nor is it.

Take a sip of milk,

Song Yu returned to his senses, shook his head, and quickly denied himself.

It's too much, 008 has appeared, how could it be just a dream.

He sighed in his heart, probably only when the waste system came back, he could get a real explanation.

Today is English morning self-study.

The classroom is lively, everyone recites words and reads texts. Yesterday, I dreamed of Xie Sui again. He was a little eager to see people during the day. He often turned his head to look at the empty space next to him, but Xie Sui didn't come for an early self-study.

When I was about to start my self-study, the English class representative stood on the stage, and according to the requirements of the old Cheng, used ppt to release the designated topic.

Leave them ten minutes to talk to the same table in English.

Xi Bowen and Ma Xiaoding talked with the duck, each talking about their own. There are five "wells" in one sentence.

Song Yuchan lay down on the table and decided to sleep.

Everyone has the same table, only he does not.

bother.

The first class is physics.

The physics teacher was late to come, corrected the test papers for the last class practice, and stood on the stage to comment, "Although the papers this time are simple, the full marks are still not many."

He hates iron and steel and knocks on the blackboard with a book: "Students, details, how many times do you want me to say, the details determine success or failure. In fact, the difficulty of the college entrance examination is just like that. You only need to do the details and take the exam. Dividing is not difficult."

"Then, here I want to focus on complimenting Song Yu. Speaking of it, this is the first time Song Yu got full marks in physics. It used to be so close. This time I finally got rid of the frizzy habit of looking at questions. It's worth it. encourage!"

Applause and cheers neatly in the classroom.

When Song Yu got the paper, he saw the one hundred, and then looked at the paper next to Xie Sui, which was also one hundred. Suddenly felt dull.

Xi Bowen was more excited than him: "Brother Yu is amazing, don't you always want to get a full score in physics?"

Ma Xiaoding said: "Yes, yes, yes, I remember Brother Yu had been thinking about it since the last monthly exam, saying that science has never taken one hundred in physics. Now I finally got what I wanted, no regrets."

Song Yu has been pursuing the domineering personality for so long, but he did not feel happy the first time he made progress in his studies.

Jingle Bell.

The bell rings for early self-study.

Song Yu finally couldn't help it, turning his head to ask them, "Where did Xie Sui go?"

Xi Bowen was copying the answer with a pen. He was stunned when he heard his question. The small eyes under the lens were full of confusion: "Thank God for not telling you?"

Song Yu: "What do you say."

Xi's blog post: "It's about the math winter camp."

Seeing that Song Yu was really dumbfounded, Xi Bowen patiently explained to him: "There are five exemption places in Jingcheng No.1 Middle School, four of them are in the second year of high school, and one is in the first year of high school, which means thanking God. But thank God for not wanting to participate, Lao Cheng is going to be furious. Before you came, you dragged him to the office, I guess he was teaching him seriously.

Song Yu: "Then why do you know?"

Xi Bowen scratched his head in embarrassment and laughed awkwardly: "I also listened to others. But thank you God is really crazy. The threshold for this winter camp is very high. It is specially for the provincial team to sprint for next year's math competition. The prize is directly submitted to a big. How many people sharpened their heads to participate in the trials. But he dismissed it. Alas, good results are willful."

Song Yu: "Oh."

He got a reason to feel relieved, turned back, opened the textbook to prepare for review, but turned to a page, his hands froze.

its not right.

How does this ghost winter camp feel so familiar to him!

——It seems to be mentioned in the original work?

Fuck, winter camp.

He finally remembered,

Isn't this a location where Qin Mo attacked Xie Sui in the original work? !

Qin Mo occupies one of the four places in the second grade.

Song Yu stood up suddenly.

Xi Bowen was stunned: "Where are you going, Brother Yu?"

Song Yu's expression was cold: "I made a mistake in a question, and the teacher didn't deduct points for me. I want to discuss with him."

Xi Bowen was stunned: "Find a teacher to deduct points? Brother Yu, don't you want your full marks?"

Song Yu has already left his seat: "I don't want a full score, then."

Xi Bowen is dumbfounded, what's wrong with Brother Yu?

But Ma Xiaoding had a look that knew Song Yu well, patted Xi Bowen on the shoulder, and said, "You don't understand, the first time is always significant. This is the plot of Brother Yu's virgin score."

Xi's blog post: "..."

Song Yu held the paper and hurried to the office. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xie Sui standing in front of Lao Cheng.

It's just that besides Lao Cheng, there was another person beside him who really hated him, Qin Mo.

I don't know what he was doing here as a sophomore.

Lao Cheng was eagerly persuading: "Xie Sui, you don't want your senior year to be relaxed? You won the first place and directly recommended a major. This is an opportunity that many people can't ask for."

Xie Sui glanced at the time, it was almost an hour, and his patience was running out.

Qin Mo stood next to him, with a clean, gentle temperament, and a gentle manner. He looked at Xie Sui unabashedly, with a smile and unclear meaning.

Old Cheng took a sip of water, and sincerely did him well: "If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your home. After the transfer, you can save a lot of money." As his head teacher, Teacher Cheng naturally knows Xie Sui's family The background is all for him.

Xie Sui is not short of money now, and politely refuses: "Thank you teacher, I don't have this idea for the time being. It's the same if you talk for another hour."

Old Cheng had finished speaking, sighed deeply, shook his head and accepted his fate.

Qin Mo asked at this moment, "Student Xie Sui, do you really stop thinking about it?"

Xie Sui's eyes finally fell on him, without any fluctuations, his expression was slightly cold.

Qin Mo said: "Get to know, my name is Qin Mo, this time I came here specifically for you."

"The winter camp training has many knowledge points that will involve the second year of high school. You haven't learned it yet. The school arranged for me to give you a tutor." His amber eyes were full of smiles: "Even if you don't go, make friends. Besides, let’s not say so absolutely. There is still a period of time before the winter camp. You have plenty of time to consider whether you should try it first-in case you regret it."

Lao Cheng put down the thermos, found another point, and persuaded him enthusiastically: "Yes, yes, yes! Your senior Qin Mo also came here after class specifically for this, you should also show your face."

Xie Sui glanced at Qin Mo.

The smile was sloppy and the tone was light.

"But I don't want to give this face."

Qin Mo's expression was slightly stiff.

Lao Cheng swallowed again, glared at him, hating that iron can't make steel: "Forget it, you don't want it, some people want it."

Xie Sui turned around, and turned his eyes to Song Yu who was standing at the door holding the paper.

Take a step.

The undissipated coldness condenses in the black eyes, and then hides into the depths.

He blinked and laughed: "Come to me?"

Song Yu was afraid that Qin Mo would cheat Xie Sui away with his rhetoric, so he ran over. As a result, before entering the office, he heard his straightforward rejection.

It's hard to get a full physical score, so I'm willing to let it suffer.

Everything is gone now.

The corners of the lips can't hold back and rise.

"Correct."

It is good to refuse.

Xie Sui likes to watch him smile.

Shiny, like stars.

All of a sudden, dispelled many negative emotions in his heart.

Yesterday he investigated Song Yu for a long time.

The sick young master of the Song family has always been a mystery in City A. He fell ill after falling into the water at the age of six. In nine years, he did not appear in the sight of everyone, and there was no news at all, as if he disappeared out of thin air.

Rumors from the outside world are that the young son of the Song family is seriously ill and can only stay at home and ask private tutors for one-on-one tutoring.

But he intuitively felt that there was something abnormal during this period.

The transfer to Jingcheng was probably Song Yu's first move after he was discharged from the hospital. It really appeared in the sight of everyone.

He sorted out the traces he had noticed before.

Inexplicably close.

The ability to predict the future.

He said nothing about the past, including school and family. It's like there is a blank fault.

Xie Sui is making an assumption.

A bold and crazy assumption.

Song Yu hadn't had time to watch Qin Mo's jokes.

Old Cheng's eyes lit up suddenly: "Eh, Song Yu! You came here by a coincidence, saving me time to find you."

Old Cheng beckoned enthusiastically.

"Xie Sui refused a place for the winter camp. I think the whole grade, there is nothing more suitable than you. You got a perfect score in the math test last month, and you two were in the class."

"Are you interested? You don't have to be afraid that you won't be able to keep up. There are senior sophomores who will teach you one-on-one knowledge points."

One-to-one tutoring.

Ah.

All three of them looked cold.

Qin Mo and Song Yu met.

Qin Mo was rejected for the first time with a gloomy expression.

However, Song Yu is very refreshed in happy events and calmly and calmly: "Thank you, teacher, but Xie Sui is not interested, of course I am not interested. This senior came to tutor us, really dedicated, although no one appreciates it. Be polite."

The corners of his thin lips curled up, perversely mocking.

"The senior has worked hard. Pour a glass of boiled water for the senior. The cup is next to the water dispenser. Be careful to burn your mouth."

Old Cheng: "..."

How do you say this kid.

Qin Mo couldn't wait to kill him.

Pulling Xie Sui out of the office and going down the stairs, Song Yu accepted the mocking smile at Qin Mo and looked anxious.

"What did this man say to you."

Xie Sui laughed and coaxed him: "I didn't say anything."

Song Yu, like an old father, repeatedly warned: "Don't go too close to him, don't talk to him too much."

Xie Sui had a deep vision from the corridor, and his tone was casual: "Why?"

Song Yu: "Just believe in me."

Xie Sui suddenly thought of something: "You came to me specifically to prevent me from participating in the winter camp?"

Song Yu got stuck for a moment: "...I think so."

Xie Sui stopped, thinking about it, and slowly said, "Actually, I regretted it as soon as I refused, and I feel that I am qualified to be recommended."

Song Yu was so anxious that he almost bit off his tongue, his eyes widened, but his words were held back. However, the winter camp, set aside at this time, is indeed a viable option for Xie Sui.

He weighed it for a long time, gritted his teeth, and went all out: "Then I will participate with you?"

Xie Sui was taken aback for a while, then smiled and asked, "Because I'm not willing to be separated from me?"

Song Yu: "No, I don't want you to be alone with the scumbag Qin Mo."

Xie Sui: "Afraid I like him?"

Song Yu: "That's right-uh not right!"

He suddenly raised his head, his spirit tense, his light brown pupils were shocked.

The assumption may be correct.

Xie Sui licked his lower lip, smiled, and said in a low voice: "Song Yu, you will make me feel jealous of you like this."

Song Yu: "..."

Xie Sui lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and smiled.

he thinks.

Song Yu probably has the memory of his previous life, through the form of a dream, or after falling into the water at the age of six, he became mentally disturbed.

He stood up straight and looked at Song Yu's eyes.

The child was dumbfounded by the question, his eyes were clear and pure, like light in the dark mud.

Xie Sui was slightly taken aback.

A calm and crazy thought slipped through my mind.

The fingers trembled a little.

Song Yu likes him, right.

I have liked it since my last life.

So all memories are about him.

So came to him.