Of course, Song Yu quickly realized how stupid he was just now, and pulled the corner of his mouth to change the subject: "Are you off work?"

"No," Xie Sui shook his head as he sat opposite him, and then asked, "Are you doing the test?"

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

Having met twice, the interactions between them were no longer so awkward or restrained. Song Yu complained: "I wrote this because I was really bored. It's so troublesome. The more I write, the sleepier I feel."

"It's not a big deal, it's the factorial of A66,6."

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

Song Yu was so embarrassed that her ears turned red. She took it and said, "Thank you."

Fortunately, a customer came into the milk tea shop at this time, and Xie Sui went to get busy.

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

He was feeling depressed, wondering if the protagonist would think he was mentally retarded. Even an elementary school student wouldn't think that way.

The more I think about it, the more upset I get.

It was almost evening.

Song Yu finally finished the paper with all his effort, using his full answering skills.

Among three long and one short, choose the shortest; among three short and one long, choose the longest.

Copying is the main thing, with ignorance as a supplement.

I am not well educated, but I know how to read and write.

After finishing the test paper, Song Yu felt that his soul had been sublimated.

Halfway through, the store manager asked Xie Sui to buy some strawberries.

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

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

The female clerk was called Xiaoxi. She was very pretty with big eyes. She wore a little orange lipstick, which made her look pure and beautiful.

Song Yu was in a good mood after finishing the test paper, and answered casually: "Friends. When school starts, we may still be classmates!"

After hearing this, Xiaoxi smiled, revealing two sweet dimples, and seemed very happy.

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

She placed the exquisite gift box she had been holding on the table and said softly, "Can I ask you a favor?"

Song Yu was stunned: "Confession? You should tell him this in person."

Xiaoxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No, Brother Xie didn't even talk to me much, how could I have the courage to confess to him."

She lowered her head, her hair falling down beside her ears, as if she was lost in memory: "Brother Xie saved my life last week, and I have always wanted to thank him. But I am a little afraid of him, so I haven't dared to say it out loud yet."

Song Yu was stunned, and suddenly felt that the name Xiaoxi was a little familiar.

Xiaoxi bit her lip and continued, "I would like to ask you to help me give this gift to him. Brother Xie may have forgotten, but I really, really want to thank him very much."

As if she remembered something scary, her eyes reddened and she sniffed, "I was walking alone at night that day and was almost taken away by those thugs. He saved me. Brother Xie is really an exceptionally good person."

Song Yu finally remembered.

In the original book, Xie Sui got into trouble with that group of thugs and had his fingers broken during the summer vacation because he saved a girl named Xiaoxi.

With mixed feelings in his heart, Song Yu bit the thin tube and thought for a while, then shook his head and said to Xiaoxi: "Since you think he is a very, very good person, why are you still afraid of him?"

Xiaoxi was stunned.

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

Xiaoxi's face showed helplessness and confusion.

Song Yu's words fell into his ears word by word.

The girl's slightly red eyes gradually became clear again, emitting a firm light. She held the exquisitely wrapped gift box back in her palm, took a deep breath, stood up and bowed to Song Yu: "Thank you, I understand."

Song Yu used a thin tube to stir the lemon slices and limes in the cup.

Looking at Xie Sui, who had a stiff expression when he suddenly received a gift at the door after returning with strawberries.

I couldn't help but lower my head and smile.

He entered the book and came to Xie Sui. I feel sorry for this kind and innocent boy and want him to escape the misfortune in the original novel and live the life he should live at this age.

It's not to win his favor, nor to become an important person who is indispensable to 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 o'clock.

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

After Xiaoxi gave the gift, her face was still red, but she was much bolder. Seeing Song Yu was about to leave, she urged him, "Brother Xie, go and see them off."

Xie Sui frowned.

This place is very remote. There are only a few street lights on one street, and the streets are pitch black.

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

Xie Sui was holding the gift in his hand, his expression indifferent in the dark, but a hint of hostility appeared in his dark eyes.

Song Yu's arrival changed a lot of things, but he didn't like the feeling of this kind of thing being out of the ordinary.

"Hey, did you hear what I'm saying?" Song Yu asked again when he got no response.

Xie Sui lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Buy it when you have enough money."

Song Yu paused and asked, "I have an old phone at home. I'm going to throw it away anyway. I'll sell it to you for 100 yuan. Do you want it?"

One hundred yuan is actually no different from giving it away for free.

Xie Sui's eyes were cold, and his irritation was getting worse and worse. He licked the bottom of his teeth and smiled.

"OK."

Xie Sui agreed so readily that Song Yu was stunned. I thought that with Xie Sui's sensitive and inferior personality, he would have to spend a lot of time and effort to persuade him by saying something like "I would be embarrassed if you don't use it"

"Okay then, I'll bring it to you tomorrow and then go with you to get a card."

Song Yu was a little excited. This way he could contact Xie Sui directly with his phone.

He was about to say something when suddenly a whistle came from the front, and the young man's vulgar words came over.

"Hey, isn't this our hero? I've been looking for you for a long time, and now you've arrived at my doorstep."

Song Yu turned around and looked ahead.

There were a few hooligans squatting and smoking under the street light. They had blond hair and leather jackets. They put out their cigarette butts with their feet and walked towards them with sinister looks. To be more precise, they walked towards Xie Sui.

The leading young man was pale and thin, with a hideous scar on his face. He stared at Xie Sui and sneered, "You were lucky last time, but this time all my people are here. If you don't die tonight, you'll have to cut off one of my arms."

There were about seven or eight of them, all holding something in their hands, and they looked so desperate that they didn't care about their lives. The chains on his clothes reflected the light, and his eyes were extremely vicious.

Song Yu: Oh no, the big plot point in the original novel has come, the one seeking revenge has come to my door. He regretted not bringing a bodyguard with him when he went out today.

Xie Sui curled his lips coldly in the darkness, and the hostility and cruelty on Qingjun's face were more intense than those of this group of people. It just so happened that he was feeling extremely upset, and this group of people came to help him vent his anger.

He reached out and grabbed Song Yu's wrist, his voice low and cold: "I caused this, you go first."

How could Song Yu abandon him? If he left him alone, Xie Sui would lose his hand.

Song Yu pulled him behind him, his expression cold: "Shut up, I'll do it."

Xie Sui: “…”

The burgundy-haired thug who was in the lead laughed.

Song Yu was dressed like those good boys, and was holding a math book in his hand. He looked clean and handsome, and had no intimidating power at all.

He spat on the ground, took a step forward, and grabbed Song Yu's collar. "Don't meddle in things that shouldn't be your business. Be careful not to get into trouble. But since you've already gotten involved, just consider yourself unlucky, little chicken. I love beating up nerds the most. It's best if they become stupid."

He grinned and waved his arm, looking like he was going to knock Song Yu against the telephone pole.

Xie Sui's expression turned cold.

But the next second, a scream was heard on the street, and the person who was knocked to the ground was actually the red-haired gangster!

In a flash, Song Yu captured and kicked the man in one go. The boy's light brown hair brushed across his eyebrows, and his facial features, which looked well-behaved and docile, revealed a fierceness.

The red-haired man was lying on the ground, holding his stomach, looking up with wide eyes, angrily: "You are looking for death!"

"See who dies first."

Song Yu sneered, rolled up the math book in his hand, stepped on Hongmao's arm, and hit him on the head with the book. Every hit is done with all your strength.

The people around were stunned.

Even Xie Sui, who had been able to remain calm in all these years, was stunned for a few seconds by this kid.

Red Hair screamed from being hit and tried to struggle, but Song Yu's strength was frightening. He was extremely humiliated and angry, and turned around and yelled, "You are still standing there watching the fun! Grab your weapons and beat him to death!"

The younger brothers realized that they were armed, and immediately swarmed over with iron rods and knives.

"You are done for, you dare to mess with our Qinglong Gang!"

"It's no use for you to kneel down and call daddy tonight!"

Song Yu released his foot from the red-haired guy and entered a few numbers on his phone. While waiting for the call to be connected, he smiled coldly at the gang.

"Still calling me daddy?"

He patted Red Hair's face with a math book and sneered, "Do some homework before you get involved. Go to the streets in the south and north of the city and ask who the father is."

“…”

The gangsters had never heard such outrageous words before, and their faces turned blue with anger! Damn it, how can someone be so arrogant!

As for Xie Sui, he was really amused by this kid.

The irritability in my heart slowly dissipated with the gentle night breeze. Maybe Song Yu brought a lot of variables, but also brought him a lot of new experiences.

At least, not something he disliked.

Red Hair was so angry that he almost jumped up on the spot: "You want to call people? It's no use even if you call people! It's either you die or I live tonight!"

Song Yu was already on the phone: "Hey, Uncle Ma, drive in. There are a few bad boys blocking the traffic, you can just run them over and kill them."