After testing the reaction of five base friends who were stolen from their kisses

Chapter 12

Zhang Yue's school is not far from Song Yu's school, only two subway stops, but Song Yu still called Didi directly.

After getting into the car, the driver looked at Song Yu who was sitting on pins and needles beside him, and asked curiously:

"Young man, why are you in a hurry to go out so late?"

"find my friend"

Song Yu resisted the urge to say the words about your fart.

It seemed that Song Yu, who had an immature face, was anxious to blow his hair. The driver thought it was funny, and couldn't help teasing him, "It's so late? Girlfriend?"

Song Woo finally broke out.

"Master, can you stop talking and drive quickly? I'm in a hurry!!"

When he received Zhang Yue, his face was pale and his lips were chapped without a trace of blood.

Song Yu hugged him distressedly, listened to the school doctor's explanation, and helped him turn around and get into the car.

The driver glanced at Zhang Yue, who was surrounded by Song Yu in his arms, from the rearview mirror, and murmured in his heart that it was really brotherly love.

Seeing Song Yu's fierce eyes in the rearview mirror, he quickly started the car and went to the nearest third-class hospital.

After placing Zhang Yue on the seat in the corridor, Song Yu, who was registering and paying the fee, ran around here and there. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

This person is so smooth and smooth that he can even take care of a dog, how can he toss himself to death like a ghost?

When Zhang Yue told the doctor on duty that he had a fever for a day and it was useless to take medicine, he was so angry that he almost threw the paper list in his hand to the man's face.

After the blood test, he sat in the corridor with Zhang Yue and waited for the result.

"How on earth did you make yourself like this?" Song Yu looked at Zhang Yue looking at the back of his head and asked bitterly.

Zhang Yue turned his head slowly, "Brother Xiaoyu, please don't get angry with me, my head really hurts."

Song Yu could only restrain his anger as best he could after hearing his angry words.

Zhang Yue saw that Song Yu should be appeased, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

His skin is the kind of cold white skin that stands out among the crowd, and under the dim light of the hospital, it is even more pathetic and morbidly pale.

Song Yu looked at the man's full forehead, he stretched out his hand out of nowhere, brushed away the soft hair on Zhang Yue's forehead, and accurately found the shocking pink scar.

He thought to himself that Li Bowen said that he was considerate to his friends, but Zhang Yue certainly didn't think of himself that way.

The scar on Zhang Yue's forehead was accidentally smashed by Song Yu when he was in elementary school.

That period of time was regarded as the running-in period between the two. Because of Wang Yanyan's favor for Zhang Yue, little Song Yu was jealous and unhappy, but Zhang Yue liked to cling to him, which made Song Yu hate him more and more.

The specifics of how the quarrel broke out are ridiculous. It was Song Yu's birthday that day, and Wang Yanyan took him to Zhang Yue's house to give Xiao Zhang Yue a cake, and Xiao Zhang Yue also prepared a gift for Song Yu.

He prepared a crystal ornament for Song Yu, which still has the pink and tender style of the little princess and little prince.

Song Yu still hasn't understood Zhang Yue's strange aesthetics when he was a child, and he couldn't understand it at that time. He just thinks that this stinky brother deliberately found a gift for the little girl to provoke him.

At that time, little Song Yu was resisting this crystal ornament all over his body, and he refused to take it no matter what, but Xiao Zhangyue also had a rare confrontation with him, desperately stuffing the crystal ornament into his arms, Song Yu was really impatient, turned around and refused Under it, he made a fierce effort.

When he heard a muffled sound and turned his head, he realized that half of Zhang Yue's face was covered in blood.

No matter how many times Song Yu apologized for this at that time or in the future, every time he saw the scar of Zhang Yue who would follow Zhang Yue for the rest of his life, his guilt towards Zhang Yue would not diminish in the slightest.

Song Yu felt sore in his heart, looked at the tired look of the man in front of him, and teased softly: "Zhang Yue, are you a masochist? I treat you so badly, and you still pester me. "

Zhang Yue opened his eyes, a trace of surprise seemed to flash across his face, but a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"No brother Xiaoyu, didn't you run to the hospital to accompany me in the middle of the night?" He leaned slightly, leaning his arm on Song Yu, "Besides, I'm not a masochist, because I know that Xiaoyu Brother will not abuse me."

Song Yu felt the weight of that person on his body, looked at his eyelashes that cast a shadow on his porcelain white skin, and licked his lower lip.

"Zhang Yue, what should I do if a boy really confesses his love to me?"

The person next to him seemed to move, and buried his face between the shoulders of the two of them.

Song Yu couldn't see his expression, only heard a muffled voice.

"Then what does Brother Xiaoyu want to do?"

The warm breath made Song Yu feel a numbness spread from his shoulders all over his body. He remembered the ruthless words he had sworn to Zhou Huoshui, the unbearable but firm determination when he rejected Gao Yihang, and Qu Xiao's sternness. reprimanded him, but he still opened his mouth, feeling that the voice did not come from himself.

"I don't know, but I don't want to lose that person."

The person on the shoulder finally raised his head, but Song Yu felt that his face was paler than when he came.

Song Yu's mind became confused for a moment, and he wanted to say something more, but was called by the blood test nurse.

Fortunately, the doctor said it was just inflammation, and just prescribed antipyretics to Zhang Yue.

During the injection, Song Yu wanted to follow in, but was kicked out by Zhang Yue.

Just as Song Yu was about to speak, the little nurse standing at the door winked at him and said with a smile, "This needle is for poking the butt, your friend is shy."

Song Yu felt that Zhang Yue's thin skin was inexplicable, and even after standing for a while, he felt his face burn.

After the injection, Song Yu was completely relieved when Zhang Yue's fever subsided in the hospital.

At first Song Yu wanted to send him back to school, but Zhang Yue didn't agree, Song Yu really followed him with a face, and Zhang Yue finally let him go.

The driver on the return trip was probably tired after a busy day, so he just drove quietly.

Back in the dormitory, Song Yu was startled by the figure sitting in the dark as soon as he entered the door.

"You haven't slept yet?" It turned out to be Qu Xiao. Seeing that the man ignored him, Song Yu carefully added: "A friend of mine is sick, and I will send him to the hospital."

"The one next door last time?"

Song Yu remembered what Qu Xiao had said to himself before, because he felt a little guilty because of the shaking in front of Zhang Yue tonight, so he didn't say a word, and prepared to go to bed.

"Is that the junior from the foreign language department?"

This time he understands, Qu Xiao will not let him go if he doesn't ask to understand tonight.

"No, he's not from our school, it's too late, Qu Xiao, let's all sleep."

It wasn't until Song Yu went to bed that he heard a low response from below.

"I see, it's the one who came to the hospital to look for you last time, right? Song Yu, I think you are sick."

Song Yu rolled over on the bed.

He thought in his heart, I am not sick, it is Zhang Yue who is sick, he is mentally sick, and he likes me very much.

Song Yu heard the creaking sound of Qu Xiao stepping on the bed frame when he went to bed, sat up, opened his curtains, and looked at Qu Xiao's back in the dark, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Qu Xiao, you still put me Just tell me the truth when you're a buddy, how many emails did you send me?"

Qu Xiao stood still on the bed frame. When he turned his head, Song Yu felt that the man's gaze was looking for his own in the darkness.

"You tell me, it's important to me."

Qu Xiao went to bed anyway and closed his own bed curtain, but his voice came from inside the bed curtain.

"Song Yu, the important thing to you is never that I sent a few emails."

Song Yu's heart moved slightly, he wanted to say something more, but he just lay down again.

Li Bowen's slight snoring sound came from the opposite side, and his One Piece bed curtain was tightly drawn and wrinkled.

Lying on the pillow, Song Yu looked at the wrinkled faces of the One Piece kings through the moonlight that slipped through the curtains into the house. They seemed to be crying or angry wronged children, except that they were not like the one who shouted. A hot-blooded boy who said "I am the man who will become the One Piece".

In Song Yu's mind, when we parted tonight, Zhang Yuerong's back was fading away into the night, and he asked himself in his heart:

Song Yu, Song Yu, do you want to be the Pirate King, or the man who wants to be the Pirate King?

After several exams, Song Yu felt that this time it was over.

He didn't even dare to go home, because he was afraid that Wang Yanyan would ask him how he did in the exam. Last semester, because of his rubbish grades, he made a promise with Wang Yanyan that if his grades were not satisfactory this semester, he would not be able to go home easily. It's time.

On the afternoon when the grades were released, Song Yu was sitting in the dormitory, sweating profusely at the interface of the computer to check the grades.

The door of the dormitory was knocked open with a bang, Zhou Huoshui plunged in and fell on Song Yu's lap.

"Old Song, I've been miserable this semester!!!"

Seeing Song Yu still staring at the computer screen, Zhou Huoshui didn't show any sympathy for him at all, and turned to look at Song Yu's computer, "How about you, how are you?"

"A door was hung..." Song Yu's shoulders slowly slumped, feeling that he was about to usher in a dark summer vacation.

The two suffering brothers were hugging each other to comfort each other, and Li Bowen's hearty and triumphant laughter came from behind.

"Brothers! Although I broke one foot this year, I passed it all!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Yu and Zhou Huoshui turned around together.

Song Yu winked at Zhou Huoshui.

Li Bowen watched Zhou Huoshui approaching him expressionlessly, his muscles trembled, and he subconsciously remembered the dumbbells he had locked in the cabinet.

"Brother Bowen!!! Save me and Lao Song! Otherwise, I will break your feet again!" Li Bowen glanced at Zhou Huoshui, who was kneeling on the ground, and turned his eyes full of hope to the side after checking the grades. of Qu Xiao.

Qu Xiao glanced at Song Yu, who was in despair even from the back of his head, and said to the little prince Zhou Huoshui, who was paralyzed on the ground, "I'll help you and Song Yu make up lessons during the summer vacation."

After hearing this, Zhou Huoshui stopped messing around with Li Bowen's thigh, raised his head and whispered to Li Bowen, "Can your roommate do it?"

Li Bowen pulled his thighs out of Zhou Huoshui's shackles, and gave him a loving look: "Don't ask, it's self-defeating, you just need to know, he will treat you well." That's it."