Chapter 35

Xie Yu himself didn't notice that the irritability and impatience in his eyebrows gradually faded from his body.

He folded the note again, the trash can was on the side, he hesitated for two seconds and still didn't throw it away.

He Chao has a certain quality.

His insouciance was completely out of his own way.

Although the grades were appallingly poor, the teachers of each subject felt a bit of a headache, and often laughed. But after class, occasionally Wu Zheng would ask He Chao to go to the court to play ball for a while: "Boy, what did you say in math class? Come to the court at noon and I'll teach you a lesson."

This matter has nothing to do with Xie Yu, but don't know why every time He Chao is named and criticized, he can be involved.

Wu Zheng pointed to Xie Yu again: "You kid will come too."

So after lunch, he was dragged to the playground by He Zhao, and Wanda Luo Wenqiang and the others came over to make up the number of people.

Wu Zheng has a strong lineup, except for Lao Tang, the history teacher in the next class, and even Director Jiang.

Wu Zheng has a high level of chalk throwing, but his ball skills are unimpressive. After all, he lacks exercise in the office every day, and his body and bones cannot compare with young people as he gets older.

"Let's do this, let's release the water later." He Zhao whispered during the intermission, "Let Mad Dog and the others score a few more goals."

Wanda said, "Brother Chao, this is a bit difficult. Their skills are really good. I can't compare to you. The play is too difficult. I don't think I can act."

He Zhao squatted and patted Wanda on the head: "It's hard, I'll teach you. When he scored, would you kneel down like this, and then slammed your fist on the ground in annoyance, showing your concern for the mistakes on the pitch. That deep remorse..."

Wanda was a little dazed after hearing this: "Is it so exaggerated?"

"There's a lot of drama, you can act it yourself." Xie Yu squatted on the side, holding a bottle of water in his hand, and put the cap on the bottle, "Don't involve anyone else."

"This requires everyone's cooperation," He Chao said again, "You are not someone else, you are my tablemate."

Before Xie Yu could reply, Luo Wenqiang was the first to express his unwillingness to cooperate: "Playing match-fixing is a serious violation of the spirit of sports! I disagree!"

He Chao: "..."

Taking care of Lao Wu's playing experience, they still let the water go, and Wanda listened to He Chao's advice and even used the diving. But Luo Wenqiang would rather die than let the water go, so He Chao, who also played the script of "pig teammate", tried his best to suppress the development of Luo Wenqiang's players.

Luo Wenqiang was in excruciating pain: "Brother Chao, what are you doing, which team are you from... Brother Yu, take care of him."

Xie Yu: "Why me, it's none of my business."

In the end, Wu Zheng and the others played in a refreshing, high-spirited manner, feeling that they were eighteen years old again.

Even made an appointment for the next one.

The voices in the study gradually weakened.

After listening to them quarreling for a long time, Xie Yu almost understood it. The conclusion is that the pen that Zhong Jie bought for him when he was a child was accidentally knocked by Zhong Guofei and dropped to the ground.

The problem that has not been solved for three years has erupted at this moment.

Zhong Guofei felt that Zhong Jie was so old, why did he still mess with him.

"The two of you are calm and calm, it's not the way to keep arguing like this." Gu Xuelan chased out of the study.

Zhong Jie took the car key and went out: "Calm down? I'm very calm."

Zhong Guofei was also angry, especially Zhong Jie lost his mind and said a lot of excessive things to him, but he couldn't help but stood at the stairs and asked, "Come back, where are you going? Where are you going to live if you don't live at home?"

Zhong Jie didn't turn his head back, and decided to be a decadent club club boy full of alcohol and loneliness.

In fact, staying at home is not very exciting. After eating, go to the room and occasionally play games with Dalei.

Just like the space dynamic that Wanda posted after returning home: home, salted fish, drunk and dreaming of death.

"Don't go over there, help me." Zhou Dalei knows Xie Yu's ability to play games. He has never seen a player who is more suitable for solo queue than Xie Yu. Knowing that, he still hasn't seen him for so many years. Can get used to it, "You see I'm about to die if you don't see me. Thank you boss, it's not you who cut me, you don't feel pain, do you... ah, it's cold, it's cold."

Xie Yu was unmoved: "Hello."

"..."

"My dish," Zhou Dalei joked, "I'm all because of who, who can stand a teammate like you who is more cruel than the enemy, ah?!"

Xie Yu played two rounds, looked at the time, and said, "You play, I'm down."

Zhou Dalei always felt as if he had forgotten something, until Xie Yu said he was offline, he patted his head, and then he remembered: "Aunt Lan's birthday is today, right?"

"I almost forgot, you said hello to Aunt Lan on my behalf, and wished her more and more beautiful, everything goes well," Zhou Dalei complained again, "Why don't you remind me."

The guests downstairs have not left yet.

On Gu Xuelan's birthday, although Ms. Gu made it clear that she didn't need to hold a special birthday party, a lot of people came to the house one after another, and gifts were piled on the table.

Zhong Guofei's status in the business world is high, although no one is optimistic about this Mrs. Zhong, he still has to have the proper etiquette.

"Reminding you, what are you doing?" Xie Yu closed the game interface and put one leg on the edge of the chair, feeling a little sleepy in front of the computer for a long time, "Are you going to send plastic flowers again?"

Zhou Dalei said: "Don't look down on plastic flowers. Although they are fake, they will never wither. It is very practical for me to give gifts."

"Then giving a scarf in summer is also called practical?"

Zhou Dalei would not admit that his gift-giving quality was flawed, and quibble: "...Anyway, winter will come sooner or later."

"Should I still compliment you?"

At six or seven in the evening, everyone was almost gone.

The house was quiet, the servants cleaned up the fruit bowl, mopped the floor and wiped the table, and Zhong Guo flew out to see off the guests.

Gu Xuelan was a little tired, and was about to go upstairs. When she passed the kitchen, she saw Xie Yu inside, with an apron around her waist, her cuffs rolled up a few times, and a handful of vegetables in her hand, which she carefully washed under the tap.

The water in the pot was just boiling, and the steam continued to rise. Xie Yu raised one hand to lift the lid of the pot, and then put the noodles in. When he did these, he was very skilled, and he was not sloppy at all.

Xie Yu was no stranger to the kitchen. In the past, Gu Xuelan was busy with work and didn't have time to take care of him. For dinner, he either went to Auntie Leimei's house for dinner, or started a fire by himself, simply serving a bowl of noodles or fried rice.

Gu Xuelan didn't make a sound, and stood at the door of the kitchen to watch.

A very simple bowl of noodles, vegetables, chopped green onion, fried egg.

The young man lowered his head, his eyes full of concentration.

Gu Xuelan watched as her eyes became wet unknowingly, she turned her back and raised her hand to cover the corners of her eyes.

Xie Yu didn't say much. After Ms. Gu finished eating the noodles one bite at a time, he said, "Mom, happy birthday."

Gu Xuelan nodded and replied softly.

She couldn't say anything about it, and finally said, "It's not too early, go to sleep, and go to class tomorrow."

Tomorrow is Monday again, Xie Yu was lying on the bed and was about to turn on the phone. Two messages flashed out of the notification bar above, and the time was just right.

From Penguin's friend "He Chao".

-The Xie, find a good thing.

-In WeChat 1502xxx7043, write about the assignment.

Xie Yu's fingertips paused on the screen, and he hit a question mark in half a noise:?

He Chao: Our grade, professional writing.

He Chao: Shen Jie said that this person's business ability is very strong, the price is fair, and the handwriting will be imitated, and even Director Jiang can't see it.

He Chao: And grab a loss of ten.

Xie Yu: So?

Xie Yu felt that he was too limited to learning scum, and he was unqualified at all.

-The voice tells you, is it convenient now?

Although he was not interested, Xie Yu still took the spirit: OK.

The next second, He Chao sent an invitation.

Xie Yu didn't look at it carefully, thinking that it was ordinary Lianmai.

As a result, after pressing the confirmation, He Chao, who had just taken a bath and only wore a panties all over his body, appeared in the middle of the screen: "..."

He Chao didn't rub his hair, stepped on the ground barefoot, bent over, and flipped his clothes by the bed. The scapula and the spine are slightly tightened along the momentum, and the red rope hangs in the neck. The kind of vitality unique to the teenager is almost publicity.

Xie Yu said after two seconds and said, "What do you want to do? Show your black underwear?"

"I fuck," He Chao himself was startled, and turned back with his clothes, "... what."

He Chao was busy wearing clothes. He had to make a voice and accidentally became a video.

Xie Yu's light is not very good, it is a bit dark. It looks like he should be lying on the bed. He Chao put on clothes and pants: "Mistake, you don't want this expression, obviously you earned, brother's body ..."

"I hung up if it's okay."

He Chao stopped bragging about his flesh: "If you have something, yes, write on behalf of."

Xie Yu didn't know a generation of writing. What is the need for He Chao to find him alone and ask: "Can two assignments be 20 % off?"

"No," He Chao said, "Do you still keep the paper for you? What are you doing? I can't understand what I have written in myself."

"..."

Xie Yu's mood was calm and "greeting 'without dirty words. He roughly meant that he let him go and stay away, and then prepared to break the video call.

"You try it, in case you have a fate with my words."

"You have to ask if you have a fate with your words," Xie Yu said, "He wrote a few things like you?"

After Xie Yu finished, he hung up directly. The screen of the mobile phone flickered back to the table. The wisdom icon forgot to uninstall was quietly lying in the ‘game’ category quietly. A touch of green was particularly conspicuous.

Before you know it, it's already dark outside the window.The wind blew in from outside the window, with a slight coolness.

Xie Yu closed his eyes, his consciousness getting weaker and weaker, but he knew that summer seemed to be over soon.

The hot and sullen summer when Zhou Dalei shouted "Fuck your mother and grab my Ziwu" on the phone, and He Chao hooked up his black mask and said with a smile, "I am a mixed race from eight countries", is coming to an end.