After arguing with others on the forum, Song Yu simply turned off his phone and stopped paying attention to the gossip.

When the work is done, he will leave, hiding his achievements and fame.

He was still stuck on the reading comprehension question in class, not knowing whether to choose B or D.

After thinking for a while, he put down his pen. Why was he so worried? Wasn't there a top student living downstairs from him?

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 boy sat on a chair, tapping the table with his hands, and said nonchalantly: "Send the video to the police station. As for the photos and medical records, why send them to me? Send them to his family."

What was said on the other end of the phone?

Xie Sui lowered his eyes, listened expressionlessly, and pressed the hang-up button.

There was a hurried knock on the door.

Xie Sui could guess who it was. He raised his eyes and looked towards the door - this kid didn't sleep in the middle of the day. Was he planning to sleep through three classes in a row in the afternoon?

Song Yu knocked for a long time and finally waited for Xie Sui to open the door. The words “neutral” and “criticize” are all in my mind.

When he saw Xie Sui open the door, his eyes lit up.

Meeting his dark and cold eyes, she was stunned for a moment, then said directly: "I will study with you."

Xie Sui held the door handle and curled his lips.

“There’s no need to learn math.”

Song Yu: "...English. Please let me go in and sit down first. It's so hot."

Xie Sui felt that he was really patient with Song Yu.

Who else in his previous life would have dared to speak to him like this?

He had a reputation for being cold-hearted and cruel, and countless celebrities flocked to him, but none of them dared to set foot in his private territory.

Xie Sui let him in and said calmly.

“Don’t ask me words that you can look up in the dictionary.”

Song Yu: “…”

Damn, I just need a cell phone, what do I need you for?

The layouts of the rooms in the teachers' apartments are similar. Song Yu sits on the sofa in the living room, doing homework.

Xie Sui didn't go into the bedroom either. He just read a book beside him to keep him company.

Doing homework alone is a completely different feeling from doing homework with someone else.

Anyway, for Song Yu, with Xie Sui by his side, he slacked off less often.

After finishing the two questions, Song Yu checked the answers and found that the accuracy rate was 50%!

He was able to do so well on the English paper after such a long time, he is truly a genius.

I gave myself a thumbs up in my heart.

Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School has a chance to be in the top 100. Song Yu happily picked up the water on the table, took a sip, and looked in the direction of Xie Sui, quite curious: "Why do I see you either sleeping in class or playing with your phone after class? You don't pay any attention to your studies."

Xie Sui turned the page with his fingers and said calmly, "Maybe it's because studying in high school is not worth my attention."

Song Yu took a sip of water and put the cup down heavily.

"oh."

Oh, look how powerful you are.

With the anger of a poor student, Song Yu plunged into the ocean of English again.

The last question of a cloze test.

Song Yu was stuck on a word for a long time.

It's the kind that looks so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

You know you know it and can figure it out without the help of your phone, but your mind goes blank for a moment.

Xie Sui checked the time and said, "It's time for class."

Song Yu didn't even raise his head: "Wait, I still have one question left, don't make a fuss, I'll write it right away."

Xie Sui raised an eyebrow, but didn't urge him. He put down the book in his hand and went to pour him a glass of water.

Five minutes passed in a flash as he said "right away". Song Yu still didn't move his pen. His brows were knitted tightly, with that familiar feeling of gritting his teeth and fighting against it.

This kid always feels like he's fighting when doing his homework.

Xie Sui came over and was about to put down the water.

Then Song Yu finally gave up and said listlessly, "husband."

Xie Sui was stunned.

The cup was not placed steadily and water splashed onto my fingertips.

Song Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Do you remember what husband means? I think I definitely know him, but I just can't remember it."

Xie Sui paused for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled and asked, "What? I didn't hear it clearly. Read it again."

Song Yu was almost pissed off by this question: "Husband, do you understand what I mean?"

Xie Sui smiled: "Slow down."

"husband! h, u, s, b, a, n, d!"

The evil taste in his heart was finally put away, and Xie Sui stopped teasing him.

He sat next to Song Yu and took the exercise book.

"Let me take a look at the questions."

Song Yu was stunned, and slammed the table in anger: "What do you mean? I want you to tell me what you mean!"

Xie Sui took his pen and pointed at the question, ignoring his impotent rage.

"Husband means husband, but here, Mrs. Green is calling her lover, which is not so formal. So the answer should be C, darling."

He tilted his head and looked at Song Yu with a smile, his voice low and pleasant.

"Honey."

Honey.

Xie Sui's voice was rather cold, but these three words contained a smile and tenderness that made people's scalps tingle.

But Song Yu was too straightforward, and only had one reaction, confused and angry: "So the husband that I just spent a long time thinking about the meaning of is not the correct answer?"

“…”

Xie Sui looked at him seriously and put down his pen.

His tone was cold: "Yes."

I should have asked him to look up the dictionary :)

Just as Xie Sui expected, Song Yu slept through a Chinese class in the afternoon.

September is a month that makes people sleepy. As soon as the Chinese teacher started reading the text, Song Yu felt his eyelids twitching.

The Chinese teacher was a middle-aged man full of emotion. He was full of emotion when reciting poems, and his hands were waving along with them. "I brought hundreds of friends to travel with me, recalling the past years, when we were young students, in the prime of our youth..." But his tone was too slow, and Song Yu almost hit his head on the table later.

Bang, the slight pain made him sober up for a moment.

Song Yu has created his own image as a top student. His idol burden is too heavy.

He shook his head and tugged at Xie Sui's sleeve: "Pinch me, don't let me sleep, I need to attend class."

After saying that, he stretched out his arms.

He wore short sleeves in the summer, and his exposed hands were white and tender, showing that he had been pampered for a long time.

I don't know where he gets the strength to hit people.

Xie Sui looked down and said calmly, "Pinch it yourself."

Song Yu was stunned and gave a genius suggestion: "I can't do it to myself, how about you stretch out your hand and pinch it for me?"

Xie Sui was so angry that he laughed.

He is so smart that he pinches other people's hands to wake himself up before going to sleep.

"You're dreaming."

The relationship between them became more and more casual, and Song Yu didn't notice anything wrong. Knowing he was in the wrong, he could only find another way out. He turned around and said to Ma Xiaoding, who was very active in Chinese, "Hurry up, pinch me, I want to sleep."

Ma Xiaoding was immersed in the ocean of poetry. He didn't understand what was said at first: "Brother Yu, what do you want me to do?"

Xie Sui had already grabbed Song Yu's hand and brought him back.

"Go to sleep. I'll call you when I get to the point."

Song Yu opened her eyes wide, she was so sleepy that she almost cried, and her eyes looked particularly clear and confused.

"No, that's not appropriate. I want to date a man who gets full marks in his studies."

The tone is still so absurd.

Xie Sui: "The next physics class is coming up. Why don't you sleep now? Will you sleep later?"

Physics and Chinese.

If the former doesn't listen to one class, he will probably be stupid for three years.

In contrast, Song Yu shut up obediently and fell asleep on the table.

Their place is simply a VIP area for poor students. Leaning against the window, the wind acts as a hypnotic and the teacher's voice serves as a lullaby. Not long after, Song Yu fell into a deep sleep.

In fact, this side has always been receiving much attention.

There have been posts on the forum exposing Yu Ge’s true identity for a long time, but since the person involved has not spoken out, there is no big deal.

The haters all agreed that Yu was just an ugly, short, and bitchy loser in real life, and there was no way he could be matched with Song Yu. It was just that those rotten girls had lost their brains and were trying to match them up.

The girls were divided into two groups, with Xie Sui's girlfriend fans still in the majority on the forum. When they heard that it was their deskmate, they were so angry that they vomited blood and insisted that they didn't believe it. There's no way these two people are related!

The rest of those who support the couple are as happy as gods, building their houses like it’s Chinese New Year.

The attitude on the forum is as hateful as banging drums and gongs in front of someone else's funeral.

For example, the analysis of a great OP.

"Fuck! I'm so happy! Song Yu, sy, Xie Sui, xs, both of them have an s in their initials, what does that mean? It means it's true! Are you familiar with the remaining xy? The xy axis that is interspersed in math textbooks and never separated. What does that mean? It means that no matter how long their future is, their origins will be together. They are a perfect match, don't you understand?"

Other people.

“…”

“…Awesome.”

"66666666666"

"You guys can translate damn near anything."

"Don't you understand yet? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, I understand, I understand."

Of course, they are dancing wildly on the forum, but that's only on the Internet.

In reality, even if a group of girls were sure that Song Yu was Brother Yu, they didn't dare to say much.

After all, Song Yu's temperament as a scumbag who always complains about everything in the forum is too obvious. He looks so arrogant and domineering at first glance, and they are afraid of him.

Before the truth comes out, choose to wait and see.

But the more I watched, the more I felt that it was God's arrangement for these two to sit at the same table.