Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Chapter 18: Wang Ci

As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, Teacher Ou stopped her nth student’s speech on how she succeeded and how to thank her many years later. She stood on the podium and cleared her throat and said, "I won’t have seating arrangements in the first month. You think sit with whoever you sit with first. The next monthly test will come out and I will arrange it. Okay, after class, let’s take a rest first."

She did a good thing. Let yourself choose the same table.

In this lesson, Song Yu had a bad dream.

The picture is bizarre, but cold and bloody.

An unnamed island, lonely and gloomy as a cage, and then the endless blue sky and ocean.

The man leaning on the yacht, his windbreaker fluttered like a white gull, the damp and salty wind blew the messy black hair on his forehead, and his deep peach eyes were cold and passionate.

Someone on the boat seemed to be rushing out.

The man grabbed his hand and looked casual.

Then the glass shattered and hit the heart.

It was the sound of gunfire, sea breeze, and shouting.

Blood, wind, incredible eyes.

The picture freezes with a boring and disgusting smile on the corner of the man's lips. Turning around and jumping into the sea, his back is cool and neat.

Song Yu woke up suddenly. The class is noisy and lively, girls are laughing and chatting, and boys are playing games.

Later, Ma Xiaoding volunteered to talk about the topic with Xi Bowen: "Oh, you still like to recite poems. I seem to have learned this poem. Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, self-unforgettable. Brocade hat Diaoqiu, Qianqijuan Hiraoka. Not in!"

Xi Bowen: "???"

It seems that there is no problem, but he always feels that something is not right.

"Did you recite it wrong?"

Ma Xiaoding: "Impossible! What a rhyme!"

The whole body is full of human words. Song Yu's lost and confused eyes slowly became clear.

The wind coming in from outside the window gave him a sense of reality. Looking down at his hand, an unforgettable depression hovered in his heart.

He just dreamed of it, it should be Xie Sui.

In the book, Xie Sui, who was finally imprisoned on a desert island and broke his proud bone...he saw that there had been abandonment of the text, so Xie Sui shot and killed the three scumbags? In other words, this is the result he hopes.

"Xie Sui." Song Yu's throat was a bit dry, and his head was subconsciously tilted, only to find that Xie Sui was not in his seat now.

Ma Xiaoding heard him shout and said, "Brother Yu, Xie Sui was called to the office."

Song Yu nodded.

Song Yu looked down and rubbed his temples.

At this moment, a figure suddenly approached, and a group of people stood in front of him.

"Hey, brother, have something to discuss with you?"

The speaker was a tall and thin boy with a black shirt, short head and three rows of earrings. He is not easy to get along with at first glance. He knocked his fingers on the table, smiled evilly, and his eyes were not at all negotiable.

The classroom quieted down instantly, and those who were playing mobile phones and chatting couldn't help but put their sights here.

Song Yu was like a father to the group of gangsters with knives and sticks in Lianyun Street, how many high school students could he be scared of?