Chapter 79 Chapter 22 Xie Qingyu was very happy to eat the melon...
Xie Qingyu was very happy to eat the melon, especially the one that the original protagonist didn't like, which made him even more excited.
The young man smiled a mysterious smile like the Maitreya Buddha, dragged Song Boyuan's body over to the side, and approached Cricket: "Boyuan, do you think they are talking about..."
The young man instantly played two roles and performed them vividly for Song Boyuan.
The young man looked lively now, no longer as sickly as he had been a while ago. Song Boyuan was very pleased. He didn't care who the protagonist of the performance was, as long as the person in front of him was happy.
If it happened to be his cousin, he would only support him even more enthusiastically.
"I'm sorry, I apologize to you on behalf of my parents. I will definitely explain everything to them when I go back." The moment Song Jiale grabbed Fu Chen, he bowed deeply and apologized to Fu Chen.
Fu Chen just looked at Song Jiale with cold eyes and remained indifferent when he heard his apology.
"I know where you can find more books. Come back with me! I'll help you find a few more."
Song Jiale knew that there needed to be an exchange of interests, so he quickly stated his value.
Fu Chen scolded him lightly, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Oh, you're still looking for a book? I don't dare to ask for it. I don't know what kind of scolding I'll get when the time comes."
Fu Chen, who was already tall, looked down at Song Jiale from above. In Song Jiale's eyes, he felt full of pressure.
But he didn't care. Tears welled up in his watery eyes, and he kept promising, his voice choking, "I'll definitely tell them when I get back that I won't let them say anything about you anymore. They just didn't know. They didn't mean it. I'll definitely talk to them."
"If something like this happens again, you can just leave. Come back with me!" There was a humble plea in his tone, with no bottom line.
"Is it still not possible? What do you need me to do? How about I kneel down and beg you, Brother Fu?" Song Jiale's lips were worn out, and seeing that Fu Chen had not expressed anything, a sinister look flashed in his eyes. He stopped begging and instead changed to a more humble way of asking.
The humility of the person in front of him pleased Fu Chen, and he, who occupied a high position, finally took action.
"How could I let you do that?" Fu Chen supported Song Jiale's bent knee.
When the two of them stood upright, Fu Chen asked again, "The book you are talking about?"
Song Jiale quickly assured: "Brother Fu, I can still find it. I will bring it to you in two days."
"Okay, let's go back!" Fu Chen's voice was gentle, but the tone of his last sentence was sharp, "If there is a next time, it won't be so simple!"
Song Jiale nodded repeatedly in agreement.
When they went back, all that was left behind were the backs of a pair of hands holding hands.
"It's boring!" Xie Qingyu said with disgust when he saw the two people leaving hand in hand.
"Okay, let's stop looking for time and go back to studying!"
Song Boyuan was worried that he might be emotionally unstable, so he changed the subject.
"Yes, taking the college entrance examination is the main task now." After Xie Qingyu finished speaking, he spread out his hands, looking boneless.
Song Boyuan understood what he meant and carried the young man into the room.
Ever since Xie Qingyu fell seriously ill, scenes like this have been happening almost every day.
Xie Qingyu said there was no other way, walking was just tiring!
Of course Song Boyuan wouldn't mind, and he was even secretly happy in his heart.
Lying on Song Boyuan's shoulder, Xie Qingyu thought about the performance just now and asked the only audience member what he felt: "Did I perform well?"
"Very good." I heard the generous praise.
"Do you think it's like the state they were in just now?"
"picture."
Song Boyuan didn't quite understand this, but the system said the host was awesome and acted exactly like him.
"You just know how to coax me."
Xie Qingyu knew, of course, that Song Boyuan, who rarely communicated with others, didn't know this. But she was very satisfied with his reply without hesitation.
"I really acted like it." Song Boyuan replied seriously.
Seeing that he had become serious, Xie Qingyu seemed to really believe it: "Then I'm awesome. Let's go back and review."
"Host, you acted correctly, it's exactly the same!" The system appeared.
Xie Qingyu was not very excited. After all, he was the culprit who caused the quarrel between the two.
"Of course, don't you see who your host is?"
"Host, aren't you surprised?" The system thought it had first-hand information, but it didn't expect its host to be so calm.
Xie Qingyu was stared at by the small system with admiration, and coughed lightly: "It's all my fault that they are like this, how could I not know!"
"Host, what did you do again? I just went out for a while, how did it become like this?"
Its protagonist can’t become as rotten as in the previous world!
Her jet-black hair trembled slightly, and Xie Qingyu smiled without saying a word.
Of course it’s an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, tit for tat!
The original owner didn't know that his parents were forced to be sent down, but he knew everything. How could such insignificant little things attract attention and no one report them?
Someone who knew so much about the original owner's family affairs was most likely staying in the same compound. The scope was very small, and after excluding those without any conflicts, it was clear who among the remaining people was capable of reporting this matter.
Xie Qingyu, who came here and had subsequent memories, analyzed the clues in his memory and the result was obvious.
Most of the memories given by the system are from the perspective of the protagonist, and only a small part involves the original owner, the cannon fodder. In this case, Xie Qingyu can find the person who reported it, so it should not be easy to find some handle on the protagonist.
Fu Chen is the only son in his family. Even if he goes to the countryside, his parents will send him some things from time to time to improve their life in the countryside.
Xie Qingyu has to go to school to teach every day. Going from the end of the village to the beginning of the village, passing by Song Jiale's house is a must-go route every day.
Every time he passed by, he would encounter these dog-skin plasters sticking to him. Xie Qingyu was really annoyed by it, and he couldn't stand the two of them sticking together at home every day doing nothing.
He found useful information directly from the corners of his memory, sent an email to the city, and reported it directly to Fu Chen.
She has been idle these past two days and has been either harassing him or Song Jiale.
When there is no food to eat, I won’t have the leisure time to do so.
Thinking of this, Xie Qingyu's fair profile was reflected in the slanting moonlight, and the corners of her mouth were curved and looked a little bigger.
The moonlight shines down on the young man with a bright smile, his porcelain white neck slightly tilted up, the lines from his chin to his neck smooth as a fine brushstroke, his skin soaked in the moonlight glowing with a cold white glaze.
The amber eyes looked at Song Boyuan wantonly.
Song Boyuan's chest heaved, and his slightly accelerated breathing made his Adam's apple roll. The fingers holding the person tightened, and his pace quickened a bit.
"Are you anxious now?" Xie Qingyu teased when she sensed Song Boyuan's change.
Song Boyuan is not as shy as before.
"Qingyu is in such a good mood, how could I not understand?"
Unexpectedly, the person who was dazed before has changed. Xie Qingyu curled his lips and said nothing more.
But deep down, I was secretly competing with myself.
As her wrist bones flipped, her fingertips intertwined, and the legs that were originally straddling Song Boyuan's waist exerted a little force. As the air flowed between the two of them, Xie Qingyu instantly took the dominant position.
Under the crushed moonlight, the young man's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his narrow eyes were curved.
After twisting and turning with great force, Song Boyuan suddenly opened his eyes and saw this lovely scene before him.
"Come back to your senses, shall we start now?"
The boy's tone was neither fast nor slow, like the sound of a clear spring hitting a rock, pleasant to the ear.
But Song Boyuan was able to hear a hint of tenderness in this clear voice.
The strong man has a pair of round, watery eyes with a moist and scattered light.
"Why didn't you say it was too late to review today?"
It's no wonder that Song Boyuan suddenly said this, because this is the fact. Ever since Xie Qingyu recovered from his illness, he has been forcing him to review every day. He wishes that except for the necessary time for eating, sleeping and working, he would spend the rest of his time on studying.
I didn’t expect that the boy would actually give in today.
Still like this...
Beneath her sweat-soaked black hair, her sparkling eyes, filled with a smile, shone with a moving light: "Just consider it that I'm in a good mood today!"
Since the original protagonist suffered a setback, he had no reason to be in a good mood.
Besides, I have been studying for so long, so I might as well combine work and rest today.
What's wrong?
…
It was too late, and when Xie Qingyu opened his eyes, the sunlight was so bright that it took him a long time to slowly open his eyes.
The seat beside the bed was already empty and cold, and the owner had already left. Only the steaming food was left on the table.
There was no usual sticky call from Song Boyuan.
As soon as Xie Qingyu regained his sight and saw this scene, he did not feel the slightest bit of loss in his heart, but only full of gratitude.
Fortunately, I decided on a whim last night, and the next day was the weekend, so I didn’t have to go to work.
Thinking of Song Boyuan who went out to work early in the morning, Xie Qingyu thought about the madness of last night, and felt a little pain in his heart, and felt guilty.
"Go deliver lunch!"
Xie Qingyu tried his best to pick and choose at home, and finally found enough things that he could find without feeling guilty.
Looking out the window at the sun that had already risen above the head, he hurried to where Song Boyuan worked.
Bang--
Fortunately, the food was in an iron basin and it didn't break. It's a pity that the fruits that were hit so hard must not have tasted as good as before they were broken.
Even though he lived in such a remote place, he still bumped into someone. Xie Qingyu looked at the things scattered on the ground, and looked at the person who bumped into him with flaming eyes.
It really is an unlucky thing.
Every time it happens, it's bound to be bad.
Xie Qingyu couldn't help but curse a plant in his heart.
Before he could put his things away, the person he bumped into didn't even help pick them up, but instead asked him for help.
"Xie Zhiqing, do you have any extra books here? I'd like to borrow a few."
Xie Qingyu was speechless and couldn't help but reflect on himself, are they really that familiar with each other?
When Xie Qingyu heard this, his face, which had originally been calm, became even more angry. Giving Song Boyuan something was more important, and Xie Qingyu had no time to meddle in other people's business.
He replied coldly and decisively: "No."
Who would have thought that just these two words would cause such trouble?
Xie Qingyu was now being violently shaken by Song Jiale, who had his long claws digging into his arms.
"Brother Qingyu, I know you have some, so please lend me a few! They're very important to me, please."
Feeling a slight sting in his arm, Xie Qingyu looked at the nails that looked like an old monster and was speechless for a moment. He used a little skill to push Song Jiale away.
He fell flat on his face.
While Song Jiale fell, he quickly picked up the things on the ground and put them in the basket.
He kept muttering, "How annoying! I have to wash it again later."
Catching sight of the turned-over Song Jiale, Xie Qingyu's expression froze, and he said in a stern tone, "If you say you don't have it, then you don't have it. If you don't want to be beaten down again, get out of here as far as you can."
"Brother Qingyu..." Her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked hurt and tender, accompanied by a strange voice that was so annoying.
Xie Qingyu had no time to watch, he just felt completely unbearable and kicked him.
Kick it far away, out of sight, out of mind.
Just doing things that waste his time.
Xie Qingyu couldn't help but reflect, weren't the things he had caused these two troublesome enough before?
There was a small slope in front of Song Boyuan's courtyard. When Xie Qingyu walked over and followed his kick, rolling down to the bottom of the slope where Song Jiale was, all that was left was the sound of groaning.
Seeing that he was fine, Xie Qingyu ignored his humming and walked around and left.
The sun felt warm on his body, and it was really getting late. Xie Qingyu looked at Song Jiale's miserable appearance again and walked quickly towards Song Boyuan.
I thought that Song Jiale would not stick to me like a dog-skin plaster anymore!
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