Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob’s Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Song Yu felt a little dazed. How could he be so fast? He remembered that Xu Qiao's affairs came to the ground. It was also Xie Sui's university.

But it's only a freshman now, who leaked it? With the abilities of Xie’s family, Jingcheng should be found soon. At that time, Xie Sui’s willingness to go back is also a question.

He can remember that Xie Sui hated Xie Sinian in the original book, wishing not to have a relationship with Xie's family for the rest of his life, when he was really attacked and desperate before returning.

Song Wanying no longer wanted to mention the Xie family's affairs.

She asked Song Yu: "When will you take the final exam? Go back to City A as soon as you finish the exam. Mom still misses you."

Song Yu absent-minded: "It's coming soon."

Song Wanying suddenly remembered something and laughed over the phone: "Suddenly remembered something. When you went to Jingcheng, you said you wanted to see the world for me. After half a year, how is the world?"

Song Yu was slightly stunned. He was worried about Xie Sui. Hearing her question, Xie Sui was the first thing in his mind.

The desk lamp illuminates the gentle light, and there is a faint fragrance of jasmine in the room. he

I lowered my gaze to the Chinese paper I was writing, and the title of the last composition was "Unexpected".

Memories from summer to autumn to winter. In the misty box, an incredibly beautiful boy. There is a summer breeze hug under the wall, and there are lazy and laughing words in the auditorium across thousands of stars. Even every evening, every night, vivid and vivid, like everyone he met in high school.

Song Yu's heart was suddenly extremely light.

He laughed himself first, his voice was clear and unbelievably gentle.

"The world is unexpectedly wonderful."

After Song Wanying was stunned for a moment in the distant city a, she couldn't help but curled her lips lightly.

The days of the New Year’s Party are getting closer.

At the end of the stage rehearsal of the first group, everyone was no longer cautious. During the acting, there were a lot of jokes. The most rare thing was that Director Song did not take a sip of water after the performance.

Congratulations, songs and tears! They are so difficult.

Cinderella and the prince finished the last dance.

knock off.

Jiang Chunian enthusiastically went to the drinking well, poured a cup of hot water for Song Yu, and offered his courtesy: "Director Song, I haven't drank water today. I have worked hard."

Song Yu's cold has never been better, and he is slightly less energetic. He glanced at her and took a sip.

Liang Yingying played a Cinderella and almost played autistic. Now all the dust has settled. Of course, people are in good spirits and come to join in the fun.

Holding a bottle of mineral water as a microphone: "Ask Brother Yu, how did you become so good at being a director for the first time."

After Song Yu finished drinking the water, he hummed and commented on himself: "Does the genius still need to explain?"

Jiang Chunian: "Genius Director Song, I understand."

A group of people in the rehearsal room couldn't laugh.

After all, there is competition between the New Year's Day party programs. You can't just rehearse yourself, and you have to ask other people's classes.

Ma Xiaoding's little brothers finally played a useful role, and asked the next class too.

Ma Xiaoding: "There are only three classes of the same type. Liang Zhu, I heard that Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are starring in their class Hua Bancao. But I think all the members of our class are online, and they will definitely be able to win the crowd."

Xi Bowen was too lazy to correct his idiom, blowing the heat in the thermos, and said: "But Banhuaban is a gimmick."

Ma Xiaoding: "Then report the name of our genius Director Song."

Xi Bowen laughed for a long time, and sighed: "You said that if Brother Yu and Xie Shen participated in the performance, it would be a sensation."

Ma Xiaoding: "Think about it in your dreams."

During the class meeting, Lao Cheng went to a meeting. Under the urging of a group of people, the monitor closed the windows and the door, and played the horror movie.

Spooky music sounded.

Song Yu opened the bag of potato chips and said to Xie Sui: "If you are afraid, you can sleep on your stomach."

Xie Sui smiled and bent his eyes: "En."

However, only the girls in the class were scared and yelled during the whole process. The four of them looked dull.

Ma Xiaoding kept asking: "What is the hostess doing? Knowing that the classroom is haunted, do you have to go to midnight?"

Xi Bowen said in a divergent way: "It is probably to make the heroine cry and rush into the arms of the hero. The director thinks this is very romantic."

Song Yu leaned on his seat and chewed on potato chips: "If I were the director, I would never arrange that way." Director Song had been called for a long time.

"What's your opinion on Brother Yu?"

Song Yu said: "The way the heroine rushes out of crying and weeping hoofs is really scary. If I think the heroine thinks that if I meet a mad woman, I have to turn around and run first. It is better to arrange for the heroine to be fainted by the ghost in the classroom. Then the male lead returned to the classroom to get a book, looked at the female lead’s sleeping face in surprise, and shook the female lead awake. In the dark and gloomy classroom, the story is not easy to unfold? The female lead was terrified and cried to the point of rain, male The Lord feels so distressed that he has a deep desire for protection. Lonely man and widow, love begins."

Blew the whistle: "romantic."

Xi Bowen took a deep breath: "I learned it."

Ma Xiaoding smiled and punched him: "You learned a hammer, you learned, are you really planning to trick the little girl into the classroom in the middle of the night?"

Xi Bowen also laughed: "Dare not hahahahahaha."

The New Year's Day party will be next Monday night, and on Friday, all classes will go to the auditorium for the final rehearsal.

Song Yu met Qin Mo again, and they were three rows apart, and Qin Mo smiled at him from a distance.

Song Yu chose to turn his head to talk to Xie Sui, "Will you come to see the New Year's Party on Monday night?"

Xie Sui seems to be very busy these days.

Song Yu always felt that it might have something to do with the Xie family, but as an outsider, he didn't know how to talk about it.

The warm breath of the teenager fell to his ears, itchy and light, like feathers sweeping across his heart.

Xie Sui wanted to kiss him very much, but told himself that it was still a little bit too close.

He restrained, curling his lips: "For you, I will come too."

Song Yu hesitated for a while, and tentatively said: "Did you encounter something recently? I feel not in a good mood."

Xie Sui laughed: "Well, a little bit."

"???"

Song Yu was confused by his straightforward answer. Song Yu: "Then, tell me...I will help you think about a solution?"

Xie Sui: "Okay."

Song Yu: "?!" Is it so unabashed?

Xie Sui said, "Do you know about my parents?"

He just asked it lightly. Song Yu suddenly raised his throat and was so flustered. Of course he knew about Xie Sui's parents, but it was painful memories for Xie Sui. His mother chose to jump off the building when he was seven years old, leaving him alone in the world, let alone Xie Sinian, not qualified to be a father at all. Song Yu felt distressed when he thought of the helpless little boy more than ten years ago, his head was blank for a few seconds, and his mouth opened: "I..."

Xie Sui could almost perceive every subtle expression on his face, and smiled helplessly in his heart. His metaphor was really kind. "I don't love my mother, but I don't hate her either."

Hate is a thing of the last life.

"The Xie family wants me to go back now."

"He wants to make up for me."

"Yu Yu, should I go back?"

Song Yu was completely stunned in the darkness, feeling that the tip of his heart was shaking. Should you ask him directly? The less he knew what to say. I was afraid that a wrong sentence would affect Xie Sui's decision at this fork in his life.

Seeing Song Yu's nervous look, Xie Sui laughed mutedly on the table.

"..."

Song Yu's nervousness was lost by him.

How could he still laugh! Isn't this a serious and sad question?

Song Yu was furious: "You--"

Xie Sui said, "I listen to you."

Song Yu: "......" The words in his mouth swallowed back in depression.

In fact, for Xie Sui, it doesn't matter whether he returns to Xie's house.

Even the problem that has bothered him recently is not.

He finally knew the source of Song Yu's disease. He was six years old on a private island, drowning in heavy rain.

What a coincidence that island was where he shot and killed Zhao Ziyu in his previous life. He has forgotten how he got on the island, but he knows... definitely not being forced.

Xie Sui looked at Song Yu's side with a little embarrassment, and lowered his head, the smile in his eyes slowly faded.

"From then on, the princess and prince lived happily together."

The first class of high school is the last rehearsal, and when they are over, it is already ten thirty in the evening.

Xie Sui did not return to the apartment, and after accompanying him out of the auditorium, he went straight out of the school and went home.

Song Yu was messed up by Song Yu's sentence "I listen to you."

Will you go back to Xie's house?

What he got back was compensation for many years late, fame, fortune, status, and family background. Even if he is not there in the future, no one would dare to bully him casually.

But Xie's family was not a warm place, and he was afraid that Xie Sui would be hurt by his relatives again there.

Today I was also breaking my heart for his deskmate.

When Song Yu walked out of the way, he suddenly received a call from a teacher: "Is this Song Yu from the first grade of high school?"

Song Yu was taken aback: "Well, it's me."

The teacher said: "Here in the auditorium, a classmate of your class forgot to take his mobile phone. The contact phone only has your name here. Come and help him get it."

Song Yu raised his head and looked at the sky, feeling like it was going to rain again.

Not a few steps away from the auditorium, he frowned, and walked back.

Nearly eleven o'clock in the evening, almost all the people in the huge auditorium were gone.

Song Yu walked in and just greeted the last two classmates who left with equipment.

Song Yu walked to the first row, just about to bend over, and opened a school uniform to see if there was a mobile phone underneath.

Suddenly, the lights in the entire auditorium went out-the world plunged into darkness. Song Yu's eyes widened. Turning around suddenly, a gray figure appeared from the door like lightning, locking the door.

Boom.

The sky outside was gloomy, the moonlight could not penetrate the clouds, the huge auditorium, the darkness infiltrated the surrounding like a tide, and he was the only one in the world.

Song Yu's eyes widened slightly, and a chill spread from him. It was Saturday. He turned out his cell phone and wanted to call Xie Sui, but the cell phone showed no signal and no service system. A signal shield is installed.

Song Yu slowly squeezed the phone, and laughed angrily, okay—is someone pranking?

What did he do this to him?

He is not claustrophobic, so he just slept in this place for one night.

Suppressing anger and tearing Qin Mo's mind.

Song Yu sat down, in the darkness, only the glimmer of the phone.

The walls of the auditorium are thick and the windows are so high that it is impossible to call for help.

The winter night was very cold, and what made him even more uncomfortable was that there was a heavy rain in the second half of the night, and he had not been well with a cold, and felt that his brain was groggy.

He was particularly sleepy on rainy days, but this time he couldn't sleep well.

In fact, Song Yu was not afraid of each of the rainstorm, darkness, and secret rooms alone. When they were combined together, he felt anxious, depressed, dizzy, and even suffocating.

It was as if there was a wild beast in his mind that was madly pounding and biting, and it was difficult for him to lie on the table and shrink together in pain.

Fever, half dream and half awake.

His mind was grotesque and his ears were full of jumbled sounds.

"Are you **** crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy, I know exactly what I'm doing. Hahahaha Song Yu is not very proud of you, the person I knelt on the ground begging, I will give you all my heart. Why! Why!"