His noisy voice brought Xie Sui back to his senses and he put his illness aside for the time being.

Turning his head, he met Song Yu's light brown eyes which were now filled with anger. Her eyes were clear and bright, and even though she was furious, he still found her cute.

After spending these days together, Xie Sui has really developed a way to deal with him.

She ignored his threats and just asked with a smile, "Which subject are you studying today?"

Song Yu: "Uh?"

He swallowed back his anger in an instant. When he mentioned studying, he would think of the monthly exams. When he thought of the monthly exams, he would think of his father Song and the academic master image he had created, so he became content.

Song Yu scratched his head: "Chinese, I still have Chinese homework left."

The city library was not even as close as the school, so Song Yu simply took a taxi to the school. On weekends, many of his classmates still lived far away and did not go home. In the school library, the reading room on the first floor was full, with almost no seats left, and they were all senior high school students.

"Let's go to the second floor."

Song Yu didn't want to squeeze in with them either.

There are relatively fewer people on the second floor, so I chose a corner.

Song Yu laid out his homework. As soon as he sat down, he saw rain falling outside the window.

The sky was foggy, making the whole school particularly quiet. The summer rain came heavily, and the sound of water drops flowing through the glass could be heard.

Song Yu held a pen in his hand. Everything he did before starting to study was interesting. He was very excited: "This is the first time I have seen rain since I came to Jingcheng."

Xie Sui glanced outside and replied calmly, "Yeah."

Song Yu noticed that he was not in a good mood and asked, "Don't you like rainy days?"

Xie Sui never liked to share his emotions with others. He just wanted to say something perfunctory, but then stopped. He smiled and said, "Well, I don't like it."

Rainy days bring back bad memories.

It seemed that it was also a rainy day when he died.

I don't want to say more on this matter.

Xie Sui said, "Give me all the papers you did yesterday."

"OK."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk more, Song Yujiao naturally didn't ask any more questions.

Although he came to do his Chinese homework, people always like to overestimate themselves. They thought that if they could finish their homework in half an hour, they would have nothing to do - so he also brought a math exercise booklet and put the test paper inside.

"Here you go. I wrote a little about every question on this test paper."

There was a hint of pride in his tone.

Xie Sui took it and laughed softly: "Wrote a solution?"

Song Yu: “…”

Do you understand? I am now your semester goal! Your support object!

Before he could get angry, Xie Sui took the initiative and put a pen against Song Yu's lips. With an elegant gesture, he said, "No noise is allowed here."

Song Yu: “…………” Damn!

He gritted his teeth, lowered his head and started doing his Chinese homework.

At the beginning of the first year of high school, the homework assigned was quite easy. The only troublesome thing was the essay writing every week.

After all, the Chinese teacher is a very sentimental middle-aged man who asked them to write about their semester goals at the beginning of the school year. The topic he gave for the composition this time was also very literary.

"If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response"

Eight words, you can choose your own title and idea.

Before the holiday, I specifically emphasized that if you can find it on the Internet, I can too. One sentence stopped them from taking shortcuts.

Song Yu is most afraid of writing essays.

I bit the pen, thought for a long time, and took these eight words as my title.

"If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response."

It just says that the topic can be self-made, but it doesn’t say that you can’t copy it.

Okay, eight words, one percent completed.

But does the title count towards the word count?

Forget it, without thinking too much, Song Yu went to Baidu again and copied down its meaning. It was a sure thing, thirty words were in hand.

He pieced together the words from here and there.

Xie Sui was over there, flipping through his paper very carefully. After he finished, he picked up a pen and started writing something on the notebook.

Song Yu was writing an essay, her thoughts wandering everywhere, and she harassed him: "Are you writing a study plan for me?"

Xie Sui: “Notes.”

Song Yu: "Math notes? I made them myself." He had asked Xie Sui about the Wayne diagram last time.

Xie Sui held the pen in his hand without looking up: "Your foundation on functions is very confusing when it comes to junior high school content."

Song Yu: "Oh."

He stumbled and finally wrote the eight hundred words, and he couldn't stop thinking about these four words. He studied them in depth and listed more than a dozen possibilities and feasibility ideas in different categories about how to "read". I don’t know whether the teacher is satisfied or not, but he is very satisfied.

I felt so sleepy after writing Song Yu.

"I'll sleep for half an hour, you can call me then."

Xie Sui: "Yeah."

The lights in the library were turned on, warm and bright.

It was very quiet here, with only the rustling sound of Xie Sui writing across the street, and she had deliberately made her movements quieter since he had fallen asleep.

The sound of rain outside has subsided.

The environment is comfortable and relaxing.

But Song Yu did not sleep well.

Last time he dreamed of an island, a blue sky, and the sea.

These bright-sounding words are cold and depressing in dreams, accompanied by gunshots and blood.

This time the dream was intermittent, but he was no longer an outsider.

Inside the high-end villa, there are gorgeous chandeliers, melodious piano music, and the gentle clinking of high-heeled glasses.

A group of socialites in evening gowns were toasting each other, with expectant yet nervous smiles on their faces and longing in their voices. The word they heard most often was "thank you". It's like a dinner party to welcome someone.

In front of the villa, the manor gate carved with iron flowers opened and an extended black car drove in.

But he only saw the car door open and it seemed that someone got out, but he couldn't even see the person's appearance clearly. The scene in his dream suddenly changed to a rainy night.

It was raining heavily, and the entire sky was low and pressing down. The boy stumbled out of an apartment, his school uniform splattered with bright red blood.

Just like his red eyes, fierce and crazy.

After walking a few steps, the young man slowed down, and his tall and handsome body broke like a bamboo in an instant.

He bent down, held on to the pillar, and couldn't help vomiting.

Song Yu was woken up by someone.

"It's half an hour."

Song Yu woke up, still feeling a little dazed, and the rain outside had not stopped.

There were many more people in the library.

He stared at the person in front of him for a long time, wanting to say something, but stopped when the words reached his lips.

A silent and depressing rainy day.

He looked into Xie Sui's dark and deep eyes and said uncomfortably: "Are you hungry?"

Xie Sui didn't expect that he would ask this as soon as he woke up. He handed him the notes he had just written and said jokingly, "There is a cake shop outside."

Song Yu nodded.

It’s not time for dinner yet.

"Let's go eat something first."

When they entered the cake shop, many people looked at them.

Sitting down somewhere, Xie Sui said, "I'll go buy it. You sit down first."

Song Yu looked up and saw that there were a lot of people queuing, so he agreed.

While waiting, Song Yu was bored and turned on his phone. Song Yu randomly clicked in and out of a few apps, his eyes on the screen, but his mind was elsewhere, his mind still full of the dream just now. Don’t like rainy days? I shouldn't like it. Rainy days are unlucky days for Xie Sui.

Several of the times when my life broke down happened on rainy days.

In "Gentle Control", the attacker has an ambiguous attitude and his words and actions are too intimate. However, Xie Sui had always simply regarded him as a friend, his only friend. He was born in a poor environment, but his heart was surprisingly pure and he never thought about those disgusting things.

A little bit of kindness and tenderness is infinitely magnified and carefully treasured. So after graduating from high school, being drugged, and being tricked into going to Wang Ci, how desperate was he?

Recognize the hideous face of your good friend.

I also realized the truth that I am alone.

Song Yu felt very upset.

It's so uncomfortable.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I wanted to go to the hospital, pin Wang Ci to the bed and beat him up again.

He then clicked into the forum.

My attention was drawn to a newly posted post.

[I feel jealous. Other people have school hunks to study with at the age of fifteen, but I have nothing.]

The main building is in two photos.

The photo was taken of him and Xie Sui. Xie Sui was writing while he was sleeping. In the corner of the library, the light shone gently. Xie Sui was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. His profile was handsome and cool. In the photo, his eyelashes were long and slender, and his whole person had an indescribable temperament.

He was sleeping on the table, with only half of his black head exposed.

The person taking the photo was sitting on the other side of the second floor of the library. From her angle, the rest of him was blocked by the bookshelf, so she couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman.

1L: Is it to thank God?

2L: Day after day after day! ! Thank God and who is in the library!

3L: Your photography skills are terrible!

4L: Are there any sisters in the library? I think this looks like the second floor! Please go and help us check it out quickly! I don't believe that my brother Yu was cheated on.

5L: You’re thinking too much. Will people who study in the library on weekends read the forum?

…

6L: The chicken drumstick in my hand suddenly doesn’t smell good anymore TUT

7L: The happy shaking of the little feet gradually stopped

8L: Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo, other people’s weekends, other people’s fifteenth birthdays

9L: Please take a clearer picture! Let me see who it is!

…

15L OP: ╥﹏╥Sisters above, I’m sorry to you. I…they left while I was going to the toilet. But after asking, I found out that they seemed to have gone to the cake shop in Menlou. I'll chase them and take a picture for you. Oh, thank God there was also a young man opposite me, not my girlfriend, and I remember his clothes. Wait for my good news.

The building, which was originally filled with sour atmosphere, began to change its style at this moment.

【? ? ? 】

【? ? ? Boy? Is he the hot guy I thought he was? 】

Of course, the tacit couple among girls has zero presence among boys. No one had expected it to be Song Yu. The male classmates came in and started cursing, showing their resentment from being single for so many years.

36L: Who is this? Are you studying or dating?

37L: Disgusting. They are eating cake. Are these two men so disgusting? Vomit.

38L: The host took a photo! Take a quick shot! His public execution is so infuriating! I also want the city’s No. 1 to study with me!

Song Yu had no expression on his face.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared on the right side, heading towards me.

He turned his head without expecting anything and saw that it was a girl with a ponytail and wearing a middle school uniform. She probably realized she forgot to turn off the flash after taking the photo. She was so embarrassed that she buried her head in the pile of books and didn't dare to look at him.

Song Yu said nothing, and continued to watch the post develop.

40L OP: I took the photo... I felt... it was a bit familiar!

41L: Come on, come on, let me see who is so shameless. I am working so hard on my homework but what are they doing? It's so disgusting and disgusting. Please post the pictures. After you post them, brothers, please add "shameful" in your replies.

…

42L OP: [Picture]

The picture shows a young boy sitting at one side of the cake shop, absentmindedly playing with his mobile phone with his head down. He has light and soft hair and fair skin. His well-behaved appearance is matched with a cold expression, and he looks like someone who is not easy to mess with.

at the same time.

43L Your husband Yu Ge: I

“…”

For a moment, this lively post was frozen in silence.

Immediately afterwards, the forum became noisy.

The screen is full of Hahahaha and Brother Yu is so handsome.

At this time, someone manually cue 41L's brother, [The picture is out, 41L brother has something to say, that id Longbow is not afraid of length. 】

…

57L longbow is not afraid of length: handsome.

58L longbow is not afraid of being long: Who can’t help but praise this guy as a handsome guy when seeing it?

Each word seemed to come from shaking hands.

The responses below are particularly consistent.

A row of.

【Shameful】