How long have you liked it?
Song Yu's eyes fell on the phone screen. He stared at the line of words for who knows how many times. Finally, he lay back, his head sinking into the soft pillow, and the corners of his lips rose little by little.
How long can you like it?
It's only been three or four months. I knew you in my previous life. How can you compare?
Song Yu put the phone aside, covered his eyes with his arms, and couldn't help laughing.
Fine, considering that Xie Sui has liked him for so long, as a responsible boyfriend, he will handle these things by himself.
It doesn't seem so scary anymore.
On a winter morning, when it was still foggy and dawned very late, Song Yu went to knock on Xie Sui's door. He was so excited by that sentence before going to bed yesterday that he felt like a firework exploding. He tossed and turned and didn't sleep well. He woke up at 5:30 in the morning.
Because Song Yu had the habit of staying in bed and didn't like to keep people waiting for a long time, they had never walked together in the morning, even upstairs or downstairs.
But now that the relationship is confirmed, there should always be something a little different.
Xie Sui opened the door, looking lazy and carefree as if he had just woken up. The moment he saw Song Yu, he was stunned.
Song Yu said calmly, "Why did you get up so late? Shouldn't you feel a sense of urgency before the final exam? Do you still want to be the top student in the grade?"
Xie Sui didn't respond to his words. He curled his lips and smiled, and asked, "You got up so early, how many classes do you plan to sleep in today?"
Song Yu: “…”
It snowed yesterday and lasted all night. When I went out, I saw the whole place was covered in white. The forest trail was covered with thin snow, which made a very pleasant sound when stepped on.
On Tuesday morning, before the morning self-study class started, Lao Cheng asked someone to take him over. Needless to say, it was because of Qin Mo.
The Qin family was far away in City A, and Qin Mo also lived in the Wang family in Jing City. When something happened to him, naturally the Wang family would send someone.
In the office, the moment Wu Xinmei saw Song Yu, she felt as if someone was pinching her neck, her eyeballs were about to pop out, her face was pale, and her skin was tight.
It's her again.
The same office again.
Song Yu curled the corner of his mouth in boredom.
Old Cheng suffered a lot of sarcasm from Wu Xinmei, but since the ones fighting were his own students, he could only endure it silently. Now seeing Song Yu coming, he immediately put down the thermos cup in his hand and suppressed his anger: "Finally you're here, you should explain it to their parents. If you can't explain it clearly, I will call your parents over."
Old Cheng thought of what Song Yu said yesterday, and turned his head to Wu Xinmei and said, "Mrs. Wang, I think this should be an accident. Song Yu is in poor health and his personality is not so violent. How could he beat up his classmates?"
Wu Xinmei: “…”
Song Yu might be hurting Lao Cheng's heart this time. He didn't want to hide it, and his voice was straightforward: "I'm sorry, teacher, I really hit him. But this is our private grudge, and I believe Mrs. Wang is also happy to resolve it privately."
What Lao Cheng said in the previous second was slapped in the face in the next second. He was so angry that his face was shaking. He picked up the phone and started dialing: "If I don't call your parents, you will really be lawless?!"
It was Wu Xinmei who stopped him. The woman who had just been speaking harshly and sarcasticly suddenly stood up. After a moment of silence, she said directly: "You don't have to hit Teacher Cheng. Since this is a private grudge between children, let's solve it privately."
Lao Cheng: “???”
Wu Xinmei said, "The school doesn't need to get involved." She looked at Song Yu with extremely complicated eyes.
Song Yu smiled indifferently and said calmly: "Okay, take me to see Qin Mo."
Wu Xinmei clutched her handbag tightly and said nothing.
Wu Xinmei had fought with Song Yu before, and it was this young man who killed her son, and she was almost traumatized.
Besides, the matter between the Song and Qin families shouldn’t have been made a big deal.
Hospital.
Qin Mo had a bandage on his head. The moment he saw Song Yu, he wanted to pull out the needle and jump off the bed to fight with him. There was a blaze of anger in his amber eyes, and his gentle and humble appearance collapsed. His expression was ferocious, and he almost uttered the words through his teeth: "Song Yu! I underestimated you!"
Song Yu walked over and naturally found a chair to sit down. He took an apple and wiped it with paper. "Are you calling me by my name now? Didn't you call me brother a few days ago? It seems like the relationship between our two families is very good."
Qin Mo was so angry that his chest heaved violently.
Song Yu had been annoyed by him for so long, so of course he used all his strength when he suddenly exploded. Looking at Qin Mo's expression, one could tell that he was stunned by him at that time.
"You locked me in the auditorium, and I sent you to the hospital." He held up the cleaned apple to him and smiled, "Good brother."
The three words "good brothers" were full of irony, almost stabbing Qin Mo's spirit, and the anger of being humiliated was suddenly used up.
Qin Mo's eyes wanted to scrape a piece of flesh off his body, and he spoke quickly: "Do you think this matter is over?"
Song Yu: "Of course not, but you're going back to City A soon, is there any need to think so much?"
Qin Mo sneered: "Only you?"
Song Yu: "Why are you pretending? If you were right, you would have teamed up with the Wang family to make a big deal out of this. I have a recording of our conversation. If the Qin family knew that you would be even more outrageous if you moved to a new place, would they still let you stay here?"
Qin Mo's face turned pale and he said sarcastically, "What about you? Will the Song family let you do what you want if they know you have a boyfriend in Jingcheng?"
Song Yu took a bite of the apple and smiled at him: "Oh, how did you know that we confirmed our relationship yesterday?"
"Then hurry back to City A and spread the word. Thank you for contributing to our love."
Qin Mo was almost vomiting blood because of him.
Song Yu just beat him up for fun yesterday, and it was ok to get rid of him at the same time. They didn't intend to do anything to him. After all, he was too young and the Qin family couldn't just ignore him.
Qin Mo, just get as far away as possible and don’t get in the way.
Song Yu stood up and looked down at him. His light-colored pupils were full of frost, and he smiled nonchalantly: "Don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have. Do you think that I am your person?"
Ignoring the fact that Qin Mo was on the verge of exploding.
Song Yu opened the door and threw the fruit core into the trash can next to it.
Long legs walked towards the hospital entrance.
The more I think about it, the more I feel that what he just said was so damn cool.
The door of the ward was closed, but Qin Mo did not retract his gaze. He stared at a point, as if he wanted to poke a hole through the wall in Song Yu's body.
Fingers clutched the quilt.
He didn't expect Song Yu to be so reckless and beat him directly into the hospital, but the most brainless method was also the most effective. This directly alarmed the Qin family.
The old man was so angry that he called him this morning, scolded him for a long time, and forced him to go back to City A.
Qin Mo's eyes were sinister.
But, so what? He will meet city A again, and he will have to pay for the humiliation he suffers now.
After the New Year’s Eve party is the final exam. This time Song Yu was not in a hurry. He was confident and reviewed slowly. Ma Xiaoding was scolded by his father before the exam, and then he became briefly confident and worked frantically on questions. But when he started to shut up, the whole world became quiet.
Math problems have always been Song Yu's biggest headache. This is also the focus now. When we were reviewing in the library, we were also focusing on this topic.
Xie Sui thought that they were on a date alone, but most of the time he was watching Song Yu doing homework. I could tolerate it before, but now that he’s my boyfriend, how can I tolerate it anymore?
Song Yu frowned and poked him with the pen again: "Here, why is the answer directly written as the interval from a to 1?"
Xie Sui directly took his hand, pulled him over, and took advantage of the cover of the bookshelf in the corner of the library to bite him. He smiled and said, "I'm so nice, shouldn't you give me some reward? For example, a kiss, or a question?"
Song Yu's review was messed up by him.
The final exam is finally here.
During the last Chinese class, the Chinese teacher came in with a stack of papers.
Standing on the podium, the teacher cleared his throat and said, "Do you remember what I asked you to write at the beginning of this semester?"
The whole class was stunned for a second and then began to whisper.
"What did you write? I have no recollection of it."
"Me too. There's so much Chinese homework, who would remember it, especially after so long."
The Chinese teacher glared at them, patted the podium, and said, "Have you forgotten your learning goals?"
Everyone then suddenly realized.
Song Yu was holding a pen and writing a question. Hearing what he said, he also remembered it. That was the learning goal he set up on the spur of the moment. I remember that later on, he wrote an essay about how to accomplish this goal, and he went off topic.
The title of the composition seems to be "If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response." Does it have anything to do with completing the plan?
Song Yu curled his lips, having long forgotten what he had written.
The Chinese teacher said: "From summer to winter, in one semester, have you achieved all your goals?"
The class began to cough and laugh, trying to avoid the teacher's serious scrutiny.
The Chinese teacher snorted and tapped the table, looking a bit disappointed: "You still don't understand my good intentions. I gave you that topic to motivate you and let you remember it in your heart. If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response. I think you will forget it after you finish writing it. You are just perfunctory to me. Why are you perfunctory to me? Do I have to take the college entrance examination?"
"Don't think that the three years of high school are long. In fact, they are just a blink of an eye. When you sit in the classroom of your senior year, think about now, it was just yesterday."
The Chinese teacher shook his head and sighed, and finally handed the paper in his hand to Jiang Chunian: "Class representative, pass it around, so that these people can wake up and see if they are worthy of themselves who have just entered high school."
Jiang Chunian touched his nose and went over to take it.
In fact, she also felt guilty. Who hasn't set goals since high school? Read two English passages a day, read a classic book a week, and get first place in the class in the monthly exam.
Pass the paper down.
Song Yu looked at the plan he had scribbled and sighed miserably.
When Jiang Chunian handed it to Xie Sui, he was stunned for a few seconds, then sighed: "Thank God, your plan has not been completed."
Song Yu leaned over to take a look, and then he remembered that Xie Sui's original goal was to help my deskmate win first place in the city.
Song Yu: "..." So, you blame me for not living up to expectations.
Xie Sui took the paper with his slender fingers, but his eyebrows curved and he smiled: "Who said I didn't finish it?"
Jiang Chunian: "Hmmmm? Brother Yu is going to strive for first place in the city in the final exam?"
Xi Bowen slammed the table at the back and said, "Class representative, are you going to hand out the gifts to the people behind you?" Jiang Chunian was finally awakened and walked back reluctantly, "What's the hurry?"
Song Yu snatched the paper from Xie Sui, his expression froze for a long time, and he said calmly: "I shouldn't be that powerful. Let alone you, I can't even beat the top ten people in the grade."
Xie Sui tilted his head and smiled: "What's between us two has nothing to do with other people."
Song Yu: "What?"
Xie Sui read it out loud: "Help my deskmate win first place in the city."
His tone was filled with an insincere smile: "Help you, take me down."
Song Yu: “…” Strong.
Xie Sui said: "I am obsessed with it, so it must have a response."
Song Yu stared at him blankly, then curved his lips upwards: "Of course it counts."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
