[BL] Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Chapter 34.2 - Shushan Building

In fact, Song Yu didn’t pay much attention to class all day long on Friday. After chatting with Xie Sui the night before, he’d had a good night of sleep, but he was still sleepy when it came to Ou Yilian’s class. The window was open, letting the cool air blow in, and he fell into a deep sleep.

When Ou Yilian turned back from writing on the blackboard, she was greeted with the sight of Song Yu sleeping. All her discontent and resentment broke out at that moment, and she spoke in front of the whole class, “Some people really have no self awareness.”

“Do you think that you can get more preferential treatment just because you’re sick? Once you go out and enter society, will you rely on your medical records to make others give you a job? Even beggars have more dignity than that.”

Her eyes were fixed on Song Yu and the irony and sarcasm contained in her words was very obvious. She was making it a point to let others know that Song Yu was sick, without saying clearly what this ‘sickness’ was.

The entire class didn’t dare to breathe too loudly.

This was the first time she’d publicly expressed her dissatisfaction with Song Yu during class. It was probably because Song Yu was sleeping and had no opportunity to snipe back at her.

After the class bell rang, Ou Yilian left with her teaching plan in her arms. Some students had questions they wanted to go over with her and called out for a long time without getting a response. She made it so that one of the female students ended up standing there, feeling especially embarrassed.

Ma Xiaoding: “There’s something wrong with our class teacher! It’s dawn, let’s change English teachers.”

Xi Bowen: “Ha? Isn’t the saying supposed to be ‘the weather’s turned cold’?”

He knew that Ma Xiaoding’s language skills had been brainlessly memorized, but he hadn’t expected that he would brainlessly put it to use too.

Ma Xiaoding was stunned for a moment, then tried to turn things around and retain the original meaning, “You don’t understand, it’s dawn and she’s dead, which means she was stabbed last night.”

Xi Bowen’s expression was cold: How funny.

Ma Xiaoding grew angry from embarrassment and lifted up the book to block his gaze, “Close your eyes, close your eyes1, the sky is dark, and I’ll be knifing you tonight. You’re dead, with no last words, don’t talk trash.”

When Song Yu woke up, it was to the sound of Ma Xiaoding and Xi Bowen having a conversation. He rubbed his eyes, “What did Ou Yilian say in class?”

Xie Sui gazed at him for a long time. He felt that when this child woke up, he was docile and confused, well-behaved, and very cute. He said lightly, “She said that she’s sick.”

Song Yu was still rubbing his eyes, “In that case, she’s quite self aware.”

She was going to get kicked out soon anyway, who cared about her.

The Chinese class representative came over to collect homework. And as the only person in the whole class who’d interacted with Song Yu…

She carried a heavy responsibility from all girls from the class.

She carried the hope of the entire village and plucked up her courage in the process of waiting to ask, “Brother Yu, are, are you nervous about this afternoon?”

The corners of Song Yu’s lips curved up in a disdainful arc, “Yeah, I’m nervous.”

The Chinese class representative’s breath caught for a moment and the girls who were nudging each other back and forth also secretly sucked in breaths of cold air.