On the Correct Way of Not Failing a Course at the End of the Term

When Song Yu woke up the next morning, Yan Baijing was already on the desk.

It is worthy of being a master of learning, oh no, a god of learning, the self-consciousness is different.

Song Yu muttered like chatting with an old friend:

"What time did you wake up, Yida?"

Yan Baijing stood up, brought the breakfast in front of him, and lazily raised his eyes, "Let's eat. It's not good for your health if you don't eat breakfast."

The conscience of heaven and earth!What a roommate!

"Damn it, do you want such intimate panties!"

Song Yu bounced up from the bed, brushed his teeth and washed his face in a swift manner, and opened Yan Baijing's breakfast, expecting it to be soy milk fritters, or steaming hot porridge.

It's a delicious picture just thinking about it...

He took it apart happily and saw a pile of round walnuts lying lazily in a plastic bag.

"What?! Walnuts?! You gave me walnuts early in the morning?! Forget it, haven't peeled them yet?!"

Song Yu felt that Yan Baijing was insane.

Yan Baijing drank a cup of hot water, "Well, eating more walnuts is good for this." Yan Baijing pointed to his head, and the corner of his mouth bent into a cunning arc.

Song Yu exploded, "You are mentally retarded! Your whole family is mentally retarded!"

"Yan Baijing is No.1 in our hospital." Zheng Jingren interrupted so abruptly.

Luo Zifan is also a lively person, "Yo! No.1 yo No.1! Little Song Yu wants to blow up!"

Song Yu couldn't stand the weird rhythm and the weird non-rhyme.

"Brother, can you sing with a sense of rhythm!!"

Unexpectedly, Zheng Jingren and Song Yu said this sentence at the same time.

Zheng Jingren frowned, as if he always had this expression.

Yan Baijing laughed out loud, and it was only then that Song Yu realized what this guy was laughing at.Sure enough, Yan Baijing's next sentence followed...

"I didn't say you were retarded."

Song Yu was stunned and could only squeeze out four words:

"My dear brother..."

Yan Baijing sized him up and touched his chin, as if he was really thinking about the feasibility of this sentence.

"You probably can't beat him with this physique."

Song Yu said "Damn it!", but the next question came out of Yan Baijing's expectation: "You have a brother!"

Yan Baijing originally thought that he would jump up and say something like how do you know something like this if you haven't seen it before, but he didn't expect that Song Yu completely missed the point.

"...Is this the point?"

Song Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, "Damn it! You don't even know that I want to have a brother! The thing I wanted to do the most when I was a child was to secretly ring the doorbell of someone else's house with my brother and run away!! Hahaha, etc. When that family came out, they found that the expression on the unpopular hop was so funny!"

Yan Baijing was really speechless.

"...Your way of thinking is really shocking."

Song Yu was complacent, "Call me Dad if you're afraid."

Yan Baijing glanced at him lazily, then returned to his desk to read a book.

Song Yu curled his lips, "You are so willful."

Yan Baijing smiled without saying a word.

He has always been a lazy person, and he doesn't like to talk to people very much. Coupled with his lazy eyes, many girls like him but dare not approach him, which leads to inexplicable icebergs around him. The same aura, but the male god in the hearts of the girls is actually quite wretched, and he can be merciless when his tongue becomes poisonous.

It's not the image of a modest gentleman.

Even so, he is still quite lazy to socialize with others.

The reason is simple, a handsome guy who hasn't had a girlfriend for a long time is either impotent or gay.

Obviously, Yan Baijing is the latter.

Not taking the initiative to contact people, over time, Yan Baijing has become accustomed to the feeling of being alone.

Song Yu is completely different from him. Song Yu belongs to the type who doesn't know what to do without friends around him.

In a sense, it's still a chatterbox.

Song Yu was silent for only 2 minutes before calling Yan Baijing, "Hey, Yida, shall we go to the supermarket to buy something?"

Yan Baijing took out a piece of post-it note and wrote down some things to buy. Song Yu leaned his head over and threw the piece of paper into the trash can without saying a word, "Oh, it's so boring to go shopping with a purpose. Going to the supermarket is very boring. Interesting, do you usually learn to be stupid, come here, dad will teach you how to go shopping in the supermarket!"

Yan Baijing: "...Your IQ can't produce a god of learning."

Song Yu's fiery face instantly turned the color of moss.

"Fuck, can you have a good chat! Forget it, let's go, let's go to the supermarket to buy something."

Song Yu helped Yan Baijing set his morning itinerary just like that.

Yan Baijing thought that there was nothing to do in the morning, so he let him go.

When Yan Baijing stood up, Song Yu realized that Yan Baijing was really going to blow the sky, and couldn't help but sigh: "Fuck, what did you eat to grow up?"

Yan Baijing thinks that what comes out of Song Yu's mouth should be that you grew up eating shit?

Yan Baijing pointed to the bag of walnuts in his hand, "It's not walnuts anyway."

Song Yu's face turned green again.He really has never seen a person who can't utter a few words, but every word is cruel.Song Yu's mouth used to be able to piss off a group of people around him, but when he met Yan Baijing, he couldn't even swear.

"My IQ is not good enough to be admitted to the same major as yours! If you don't accept me, go to the supermarket with me!"

Yan Baijing glanced at him lazily, "Am I just expressing my dissatisfaction and went to the supermarket with you?"

Song Yu was choked for a long time, and forced out a few words: "...I am convinced by Song Ritian!"

Yan Baijing looked at Song Yugang and his chin size, "You also miss Ritian?"

Song Yu was speechless. Although he was 1.7 meters tall, he wasn't considered tall, but he wasn't considered short. In the end, this nerd was a whole head taller than him. Walking beside him, he had the illusion of being a bird. .

Song Yu was so choked by him that he could only utter a few dirty words.

"My day, your uncle!"

Yan Baijing curled his lips, "The taste is really strong."

Song Yu felt that if this endless loop continued, he would have to fight this brainless student god forever this morning, so he simply walked out and opened the door, "Forget it, forget it, don't burn me hard with you, dad still There is something to do."

Yan Baijing followed him out, "Who is it?"

"what?"

Song Yu's mind was bent for a while before he could react, but the corner of Yan Baijing's mouth curled up, "It's nothing."

Song Yu was walking and thinking about what he said just now, Yan Baijing followed behind him, and suddenly Song Yu stopped with an "ah".

Yan Baijing also stopped his foot and bumped into him directly, his chin hit the top of his head, and his teeth directly bit his tongue.

That sourness made Yan Baijing wink at that moment.

Turning around, Song Yu saw Yan Baijing's distorted expression, frowning, and crooked eyebrows, "Why are you making faces at me?"

Yan Baijing replied angrily, "You just walk when you walk, and you suddenly stop and turn your head to play some tricks? My mother's tongue is about to break."

Seeing Yan Baijing's distorted expression, Song Yu clutched his stomach and laughed wildly.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Yida, you even bite your tongue !!! You will still scold the swear words hahahahaha!!!! Let you fucking poisonous tongue !!! This is retribution!! Hahahaha Haha...cough cough cough cough..."

Yan Baijing managed to relax his tongue, but Song Yu suddenly coughed violently with a smile.

Yan Baijing looked at Song Yu speechlessly, laughing wildly like a clown one second, and coughed until he died of saliva in the next second.

Vivid and full of tension, the second-cut style of painting.

Yan Baijing shook his head, this guy is absolutely hopeless.

The hand really helped him to smooth the back, "I lost."

What Song Yu coughed was a grievance.

It never occurred to him that this pussy was completely pretending to be bad, as if he was being fucked instead of being fucked.

Song Yu decided not to speak to Yan Baijing again when they came out.

Damn it, Yan Baijing absolutely has a grudge against him!

He paused just now because he suddenly thought of the meaning of Yan Baijing's question "Who is the matter?"

Song Yu almost really doubted himself.

Is my IQ really that low?

All the way there was nothing to talk to Yan Baijing, Song Yu felt very seriously that he must not talk to Yan Baijing, this god of learning must be poisonous.

It was Yan Baijing who spoke first, "Hey, the one who choked on his own saliva, you're really not used to not talking."

Song Yu couldn't help but speak immediately. For the first time, he felt that not speaking could really suffocate him to death.

"Get out! You bit your own tongue!"

Yan Baijing pushed a cart and habitually walked to the school supplies area.

Song Yu's biggest headache was this area, apart from snatching the dominance of the trolley, Yan Baijing glanced at him inexplicably, and Song Yu looked impatiently at the school supplies that made his scalp tingle. "Buy what you want!"

Yan Baijing's slender fingers paused awkwardly at the place where he took the notebook.

Helplessly said: "It seems that you were the one who was going to come to the supermarket arguing just now?"

Only then did Song Yu feel that he seemed to have gone too far, so he calmed down a bit.

"...You pick the school supplies you want, I don't like this place very much."

Yan Baijing didn't pick too much. He took a few ordinary notebooks and a board of black gel pens. The whole process took less than 30 seconds.

Another barrage popped up in Song Yu's mind:

Fuck! !What is efficiency! ! !

After Yan Baijing took these things, he turned his head and asked Song Yu, "Aren't you going to take me to the supermarket? Let's go?"

Fortunately, Song Yu just likes to go to the food area and department store area.

When passing the snacks along the way, Song Yu's excited appearance made Yan Baijing feel...

It's a pity that these snacks don't allow Song Yu to be the spokesperson.

"Let me tell you, you have to eat this brand of potato chips! Ah, ah, and there's also, this! It's super delicious! You rely on it when you play games!"

Words like these kept coming out of Song Yu's mouth.

Yan Baijing finally understood what Paoyu Lianzhu meant.

If you use an animal to describe Song Yu, Song Yu in Yan Baijing's mind is like a monkey jumping up and down.

Holding all kinds of snacks in his hands, the monkey excitedly jumped up and down the tree.

"Monkey... oh no, Song Yu, are you sure you...can finish eating these?"

Yan Baijing looked at the hills of snacks he had never eaten before in the shopping cart, obviously a little scared by Song Yu's situation.

Song Yu looked at Yan Baijing's blank expression proudly, and threw two more Baiqi into the car.

"Call Dad if you're afraid."

Yan Baijing didn't really want to dampen Song Yu's good spirits, but he still asked Song Yu a question.

"...Are you going to move these things back with the two of us?"

Looking at the mountain in front of him, Yan Baijing frowned.