44. Monthly Examination

Sleeping on the table was uncomfortable, Xie Sui carried him to the bed.

The sleeping Song Yu is far from the openness of the day, his eyelashes are hanging down like a fan, and his breathing is light. When being picked up, half-dreaming and half-awake still reacting a little, his arm struggled. But too sleepy, vaguely aware of Xie Sui, did not exert much effort.

The snort hit his arm, hot and soft.

Being obedient makes it tickle.

Xie Sui leaned over his ears, his lips almost pressed against the delicate skin, and asked with a low smile, "Are you sleeping with me tonight, Yu Yu."

Song Yu was confused and could not hear someone talking in his ear.

He studied intensively for so long, and his mind was full of exams, dreaming: "...none of the top 100...killed you all..."

Xie Sui laughed out loud after hearing it clearly.

This kid is really domineering.

But the monthly exam was really overwhelming.

After autumn in Jingcheng, the night turned cooler.

Xie Sui carried him into his bedroom.

The boy's head was stuck in a soft pillow, and his sleep was clean and harmless.

Xie Sui bent over, bowed his head, but his black eyes were unfathomable, his lust and evil thoughts were suppressed, only a gentle smile floated on the surface.

Speak softly.

"So trust me?"

But - he really wouldn't do anything to Song Yu.

Xie Sui had been cold and abstinent in his life, but he didn't know anything. Living in the upper-class society of City A, I have seen countless drunkenness and drunkenness, so I don't want to play it, it is naturally crazy and cruel to play.

It was just those, not what he wanted to bring to Song Yu.

He was once madly and passionately pursued by a group of men. The eyes of those people looking at him were blatantly possessive and paranoid, and the hot ** was about to flow out.

The pursuit is domineering and neurotic,

Everyone is crazy for him, it feels disgusting and boring.

How could he be able to take over Xie's house at a young age and become the new person in power. How could he be clean? Only relying on his dad's meager guilt, it is estimated that no bones had been eaten in Xie's house. The cleanness and softness of youth, shattered in the middle of the night.

So afterwards, even if they were persecuted by three men and trapped in an isolated island.

To Xie Sui, it was like a farce that was not funny.

Above the deserted sea.

He shot, ending the joke with blood.

Is it unfortunate to provoke three lunatics?

But this misfortune is mutual.

After all, in a sense, he is also a lunatic.

The symptoms are no less serious than them.

The rain outside was still falling, and it was pattering, blurring the moonlight lights, quiet and beautiful, calling him back from some gloomy memories.

Jingcheng's summer night is still a bit cold.

Under the dim light, Song Yu slept soundly. His features are delicate and soft, and the corners of his lips are pressed. It is hard to imagine that he will be such a bright and handsome boy with his eyes open.

It's like warm golden sunlight, but also like a mint-flavored wind in midsummer.

Xie Sui's eyes darkened, and the gloomy and hostile spirit in his heart disappeared at a glance.

Cover him with a quilt and turn off the lamp.

The room fell into darkness.

He smiled in the constant rain outside the window, leaned over, and gently kissed the boy's forehead.

The voice is muted.

"Good night, my Peter Pan."

Song Yu slept well this time.

I don't know why, his body is very nervous when it rains, and he feels amazed at everything.

I slept until dawn, luckily it was Saturday, otherwise I would be late for class.

The bed was very soft, with a very light fragrance, but it was not the smell of jasmine that he was familiar with.

Before he came to school, Grandma Meng gave him some homemade sachets of soothing jasmine, and he hung it by the bed, and over time he got used to the smell.

...Not my bedroom?

Song Yu got up, rubbing his eyes, still not sober.

With a twist of the door handle, someone has already pushed in.

Xie Sui was dressed in a refreshing, white shirt and black trousers, with a very natural tone. "When I wake up, I will go out for breakfast."

Song Yu stared at him blankly, his light-colored pupils were a little confused, and the tails of his eyes were reddish, as if he had just woke up.

Did not figure out the situation.

Xie Sui paused for a few seconds, stared at him, and asked with a smile: "You are addicted to sleeping in my bed, and you refuse to get down?"

Song Yu: "..."

Figured out the situation.

He almost lifted the quilt and jumped out of the bed, put on his shoes, and ran into the toilet quickly, his mind could not calm down.

It turned out that Xie Sui had already prepared a set of toiletries for him.

Towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, cups, everything.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face in a complicated mood, he sat at the table and looked at the porridge and fried dough sticks in front of him. Song Yu held a spoon, hesitated for a long time, and directly asked: "So I wrote the math problem yesterday and fell asleep? I sent it to the bed?"

Xie Sui said calmly, "No, you'll be behaved after you sleep. You sleepwalk on the bed."

Song Yu: "..."

Knowing that he asked a stupid question, ignored the irony in his tone.

Song Yutun took a mouthful of porridge and asked again: "Where did you sleep yesterday?"

"sofa."

"... how do you sleep?"

Xie Sui raised his eyes and laughed: "Not very good, so how do you want to compensate me."

Song Yu was weirdly silent for a while, a little embarrassed, and then came up with a fair and just notice.

"Would you like to sleep at my place tonight, I will give you my bed, and then I will sleep on the sofa?"

Why is he so smart, give himself a compliment.

Xie Sui's dark eyes looked at him for a long while and said, "Let's eat."

Song Yu occupied Xie Sui's bed yesterday and forced them to the sofa. He felt very guilty and tried to struggle: "My bed is very soft and comfortable. I can allow you to sleep for one night. Don't really try?"

Xie Sui chuckled: "I don't want to sleep in your bed."

I added a bit badly, I want to sleep with you. It was just these thoughts that Song Yu would not know for a long time.

Song Yu: "...oh."

The monthly exam is coming soon, and of course I will study hard on weekends.

In addition to the language composition that Song Yu hadn't been good at in his two lifetimes, he was a little sure about everything else.

The whole school is watching his progress in fright.

Ma Xiaoding specially built a small group of four.

Named [Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School Tyrant Exchange Group]-Entrusted by the owner of the first class to supervise Song Yu.

Monthly exam on Monday.

On the weekend night, Ma Xiaoding went crazy.

[Sadako does not forget the man who digs the well: Yu and Yu, how are you studying? ]

Song Yu was very humble once.

[Your husband Yu: Okay]

Xi Bowen raised questions,

[Blog post strong knowledge: How good is it? Brother Yu, my junior high school classmates are almost dying, I can't wait to add my total score to yours]

Ma Xiaoding sneered.

[Sadako does not forget the well-digger: I think Brother Yu must be okay in the top 100, I don't know what they are worried about (pull nose)]

[Sadako does not forget the well-digger: I think someone in the forum has started calling for the first 100 to hand in a blank paper, and the first two hundred to ask for sick leave-嚯]

Song Yu was too happy, and if they wanted to send him to the top 100 like this, he had nothing to say. Although victory is not martial, but after all, it is the heart of the students, kindness is difficult but kindness is difficult.

The monthly examination was arranged according to the grades of the senior high school entrance examination. Xiesui City was the first, and the first class was the first. Song Yu had no grades because of the transfer, and went to the last class, the last one.

Ma Xiaoding leaned on the seat table and sighed, "Brother Yu, you are a little bit different from thanking God. One is at the front and the other is at the end."

Song Yu bit the soy milk straw, sat down, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What's the big deal, next time we will be an examination room."

He hit the chair at the same table with his hand.

"Right, Xie Sui."

Xie Sui glanced at him and smiled: "Well, I want me to hand in a few blank papers, I'll rely on you."

Ma Xiaoding and Xi Bowen kept laughing.

Song Yu put the soy milk on the table angrily: "You write everything for me! Who do you look down on!"

The bell rang after class in the evening.

Everyone started walking to the examination room. Song Yu's classroom was in another building, and it was the most partial classroom on the top floor. As soon as I entered, the first thing I saw was the mess of school uniforms and bad bangs. They sat next to each other, chewing on the betel nuts, chuckling.

Song Yu's position is still the last one.

He sat in his seat, looked down, and found that the desk was densely packed with cheat sheets. When he looked to the side, it was also on the wall, but they were all left over from the last exam. They had no contact with him in the January exam, so he was not afraid. caught.

But Song Yu still looked obstructive, and wiped all the pencil marks on the table with an eraser. When he was wiping the table seriously, the person in front of him came. He was a very thin boy, very short and surprisingly thin. Wearing thick square glasses, the bag is also heavy like a snail shell.

Shrugging shoulders, very cramped.

At first glance, it was the kind of taciturn boy in the class who had no sense of existence.

After Song Yu wiped it, he put the eraser aside, and went to sleep before it was too early.

But as soon as he fell asleep, the sound of the chair moving sounded harshly.

Someone came here, but it still didn't affect his sleep.

"Eh, little classmate."

It was the kind of tone that was not very friendly.

What the bullshit said was not to Song Yu, but to the boys in front of Song Yu.

"Wait for the exam and take care of my brother. It seems that your grades should be good. Do you help each other among your classmates?"

In the first monthly exam, the students who sit in the countdown are basically transfer students, not necessarily bad grades.

The man with glasses was taken aback, his face turned red, embarrassingly: "My grades are also very poor, I, I dare not pass a note."

The bastard got an inch, lifted his schoolbag directly, and squeezed it twice: "Oh, it's so heavy, and you can't learn? Is it possible that there are some shameful things inside?"

The boy with glasses was frightened and angry, and wanted to grab it, but his head was pressed and he couldn't go further. The bastard took a step back, opened his schoolbag, and poured things directly on the ground upside down. The book crashed to the ground, followed by a water cup, keys, and a stationery box.

His face was full of mockery, and he sneered: "Good students are different from us."

When the pouring is over, just step on the book with one foot.

The bastard threw his schoolbag to the impatient spectacle man, half threatening and half mocking: "I'm afraid of exams when I'm old. I told you to pass a note to harp. If I didn't receive it, you don't want to take the next exam. Up."

The guy in the glasses trembled all over, his tears rolled, "You, you, you are too much."

The bastard was triumphant, sitting on the table, his feet heavy on Song Yu's table, madly: "I was too much, you tell the teacher, see who is the unfortunate one in the end."

Song Yu, who was restlessly sleeping, was finally awakened by a loud noise from his ears.