Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Chapter 40: Shame

After all, the Chinese teacher is a middle-aged man who asked them to write semester goals at the beginning of school. The composition topic given this time is also very artistic.

"Always remember, there will be reverberations"

Eight words, the title is self-made, and the intention is self-selected.

Before the holiday, he also emphasized that if you can find it online, so can I. One sentence broke their opportunistic heart.

Song Yu is most afraid of writing.

Biting the pen and holding back for a long time, he took these eight characters as his own topic.

"Always remember, there will be reverberations".

It just said that the title was self-made and did not say that it cannot be copied.

Yes, eight words, one percent completed.

But does the title count as words?

Forget it, he doesn't want that much, Song Yu went to Baidu again and copied its meaning, steady, three crosses.

He cobbled together the number of words.

Xie Sui was over there, flipping through his papers, very carefully. After flipping, he took a pen and started writing on the notebook.

Song Yu wrote the essay, his thoughts spread out, to harass him: "Are you writing me a study plan?"

Xie Sui: "Notes."

Song Yu: "Mathematics notes? I have done this myself." He asked Xie Sui last time.

Xie Sui held the pen and didn't look up: "The content of junior high school, your basics about functions are very messy."

Song Yu: "Oh oh."

He stumbled and finally wrote eight hundred characters, never forgetting the four characters. He studied deeply, and said about a dozen possibilities and feasibility of "reading" in different categories. He doesn't know if the teacher will be satisfied, but he is very satisfied anyway.

After writing Song Yu was too sleepy.

"I sleep for half an hour, then you call me."

Xie Sui: "Yeah."

The lights in the library are on, mild and bright.

It was quiet here, only the rustle of Xie Sui writing on the opposite side, and he deliberately let go of his movements after sleeping.

The sound of rain diminished outside.

The environment is very comfortable.

But Song Yu didn't sleep very peacefully.

Last time he dreamed about the island, the blue sky, and the sea.

These bright-sounding words were coldly suppressed in the dream, accompanied by gunfire and blood.

This time the dream was intermittent, but he was no longer an outsider.

Inside the high-end villas, gorgeous chandeliers, melodious piano music, and goblets collide gently.

A group of celebrities wore evening dresses, smiling expectantly and nervously, their voices were full of yearning, and the word "thank you" was heard the most. It's like a dinner party to welcome someone.

In front of the villa, the gate of the manor with iron flowers opened, and an elongated black car drove in.

But he only saw the car door open, and it seemed that someone was walking down, but he didn't even see the person's appearance, and the picture in his dream changed and turned into a rainy night.