Chapter 35

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

　　He folded the note again, and the trash can was right next to it. He hesitated for two seconds but still didn't throw it away.

　　There is something special about He Chao.

　　His nonchalance and carelessness completely revealed his own style.

　　Although the results were so bad that teachers in various subjects had headaches when they looked at them, and they often couldn't laugh or cry. But after class, Wu Zheng occasionally asked He Chao to go to the stadium to play football for a while: "Boy, what did you say during math class? Come to the stadium at noon and I will teach you a lesson."

　　This matter is not the same as Xie Yu's It has nothing to do with it, but I don't know why every time He Chao is named and criticized, it always involves him.

　　Wu Zheng pointed to Xie Yu again and said, "You guys are coming too."

　　So after lunch, He Chao pulled him to the playground, and Wanda Luo Wenqiang and others came to round up the number of people.

　　Wu Zheng's team has a strong lineup. In addition to Old Tang, the history teacher from the next class, and even Director Jiang are there.

　　Wu Zheng is good at throwing chalk, but his skills are not impressive. After all, he sits in an office every day and lacks exercise. He is also old and his body is not as strong as that of young people.

　　"Let's do this and let it go later." He Chao whispered during the halftime break, "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. Cai, I can't compare to you. The play is too difficult. I don't think I can do it."

　　He Chao knelt down and patted Wanda on the head: "It's so hard, I'll teach you. When he scores, you can kneel down like this. No, then you hit the ground with your fist in great annoyance, showing your deep regret for the mistake on the court..."

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

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

　　"This requires everyone's cooperation," He Chao added, "You are not someone else, you are my deskmate. Before

　　Xie Yu could reply, Luo Wenqiang was the first to stand up and express his unwillingness to cooperate: "Fixing is a serious violation of sportsmanship!"

　　He Chao: "..."

　　Taking care of Lao Wu's playing experience, they still let it go. After getting out of the water, Wanda listened to He Chao's advice and even resorted to diving. But Luo Wenqiang would rather die than let go, so He Chao assumed the role of "pig teammate" and tried his best to suppress the development of Luo Wenqiang.

　　Luo Wenqiang was in agony: "Brother Chao, what are you doing? Which team are you on...Brother Yu, please take care of him."

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

　　In the end, Wu Zheng and the others played well . Refreshing and high-spirited, I feel like I'm eighteen years old again.

　　We even made a reservation for the next show.

　　The sounds in the study gradually became weaker.

　　After listening to their argument for a long time, Xie Yu almost understood it. The summary was that the pen his mother bought for Zhong Jie when he was a child was accidentally knocked to the ground by Zhong Guofei, and the pen tip was broken and could not produce ink.

　　Problems that had never been solved in the past three years broke out at this moment.

　　Zhong Guofei felt that Zhong Jie was so old, why was he still messing around with him.

　　"You two should calm down and keep calm. It's not an option to continue arguing like this." Gu Xuelan chased her out of the study.

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

　　Zhong Guofei was also angry, especially when Zhong Jie lost his mind and said many excessive words to him, but he couldn't help but still stood at the stairs and asked: "Come back, Where are you going? Where can you live if you don't live at home?"

　　Zhong Jie didn't even look back, determined to be a decadent clubber filled with alcohol and loneliness.

　　In fact, staying at home is not exciting. After dinner, I go to the room and occasionally play games with Da Lei.

　　Just like the space update that Wanda posted after returning home: Arriving home, salty fish, drunk and dreaming.

　　"Don't go over there, just help me." Zhou Dalei knew that Xie Yu was bad at playing games. He had never seen a gamer who was more suitable for solo queue than Xie Yu. He knew that, after so many years, he still hadn't. Can you get used to it, "Didn't you see that I'm about to die? Boss Xie, it's not you who's being chopped. You don't feel the pain, right... ah, shit, it's cold."

　　Xie Yu was unmoved: "You're so good . "

　　..."

　　"I'm stupid," Zhou Dalei joked, "Who am I to blame? Who can stand a teammate like you who is more cruel than the enemy?"

　　Xie Yu played two games and looked. Looking at the time, he said: "You play while I log off."

　　Zhou Dalei always felt that he had forgotten something. It was not until Xie Yu said to log off that he slapped his head and then 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 beauty and everything goes well." Zhou Dalei complained again, "You didn't remind me."

　　The guests downstairs haven't left yet.

　　It was Gu Xuelan's birthday. Although Ms. Gu made it clear that there was no need to hold a special birthday party, many people came to the house one after another, and gifts were piled on the table.

　　Zhong Guofei's status in the business world is clear. Although no one thinks highly of Mrs. Zhong, she still needs to have the proper etiquette.

　　"What are you reminding you of?" Xie Yu closed the game interface and put one leg on the edge of the chair. He felt a little sleepy after facing the computer for a long time. "Are you going to send plastic flowers again?"

　　Zhou Dalei said: "Don't look down on plastic flowers. Even though they are fake, But it never fades, and the gifts I give are very practical."

　　"So giving scarves in the summer is also called practical?"

　　Zhou Dalei would not admit that his gift-giving skills were defective, so he said: "...Winter will happen sooner or later anyway. Come."

　　"Should I still praise you?"

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

　　The house became quiet, the servants cleared away the fruit plates, mopped the floor and wiped the tables, 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. He had an apron around his waist, the cuffs were rolled up a few times, and he was holding a handful of vegetables in his hand and washing them carefully under the faucet.

　　The water in the pot was just about to boil and steam was rising. Xie Yu freed up one hand to lift the lid of the pot and put the noodles in. When he did this, his movements were very skillful and not sloppy at all.

　　Xie Yu is no stranger to the kitchen. In the past, Gu Xuelan was busy with work and had no time to take care of him. She would either go to Aunt Leimei's house to have dinner, or she would open the fire by herself and simply cook a bowl of noodles or stir-fry rice.

　　Gu Xuelan said nothing, standing at the kitchen door and watching.

　　A very simple bowl of noodles, green vegetables, chopped green onions, and fried eggs.

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

　　Gu Xuelan's eyes became wet unconsciously as she watched. She turned her back and raised her hands to cover the corners of her eyes.

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

　　Gu Xuelan nodded and responded softly.

　　She couldn't say anything pretentious, and in the end she just said: "It's getting late, go to bed quickly, we have classes tomorrow."

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

　　From penguin friend "He Chao".

　　-Lao Xie, I found something good.

　　-Add WeChat 1502XXX7043 to learn more about homework ghostwriting.

　　Xie Yu's fingertips paused on the screen, and after a while he typed a question mark:?

　　He Chao: He is from our grade and is a professional ghostwriter.

　　He Chao: Shen Jie said that this person has strong business ability, fair prices, and can imitate handwriting so well that even Director Jiang can't read it.

　　He Chao: And if you catch one, you will pay ten.

　　Xie Yu: So?

　　Xie Yu felt that his understanding of poor students was still too limited, and he was simply not qualified.

　　-Is it convenient to tell you by voice now?

　　Although he was not interested, Xie Yu still cheered up and replied: Okay.

　　The next second, He Chao sent an invitation.

　　Xie Yu didn't look carefully, thinking it was just an ordinary Lianmai.

　　After pressing the confirmation button, He Chao, who had just taken a shower and was wearing only underwear, appeared in the center of the screen: "..."

　　He Chao didn't even wipe his hair, his bare feet were on the ground, and he was bending over. Rummaging through clothes beside the bed. The shoulder blades and back are slightly tense according to the movement, and the red rope is hung around the neck. The unique youthful vigor is almost flamboyant.

　　Xie Yu was silent for two seconds and then said, "What do you want to do? Show off your sexy black underwear?"

　　"Holy shit," He Chao himself was startled and turned around with his clothes, "...what is this."

　　He Chao was busy I was getting dressed, and I wanted to make a voice call, but accidentally it turned into a video.

　　The light over Xie Yu's side was not very good, it was a bit dark. It looked like he was lying on the bed. He Chao put on his clothes and trousers: "It's a mistake, you don't want this expression. It's obviously you who made the profit, brother's body..."

　　" If it's okay, I'll hang up."

　　He Chao stopped bragging about his body and said, "There's something wrong, yes, that ghostwriter."

　　Xie Yu didn't know why He Chao wanted to talk to him alone, so he asked casually. : "Can I get a 20% discount on two assignments?"

　　"No," He Chao said, "Do you still keep the piece of paper I gave you? What kind of assignments are there? I can't even understand what I wrote. Just play with it."

　　"..."

　　Xie Yu greeted He Chao calmly and without any curse words, basically telling him to stay where he could to cool off, and then prepared to end the video call.

　　"Try it, what if you have a connection with my calligraphy?"

　　"You have to ask the ghostwriter if there is a connection with your calligraphy," Xie Yu said, "Can he write something like yours? "

　　After Xie Yu finished speaking, he directly pressed the button to hang up. The phone screen flashed back to the desktop, and the Smart Fruit icon that I had forgotten to uninstall was still lying quietly in the 'Games' category, with a touch of green standing out.

　　Before I knew it, it was completely dark outside the window. The wind blew in from outside the window, bringing a slight chill.

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

　　That hot and irritable summer, when Zhou Dalei shouted on the phone, "Fuck you, rob me of Ziwu," and He Chao took off his black mask and said with a smile, "I'm of mixed blood from eight countries," is about to pass.