Song Xirui asked nervously, looking like that, she really looked like a boyfriend and a nervous girlfriend.
"He, Paul and Ronaldinho can be said to be childhood sweethearts. They have known each other since childhood. He is a few months older than Paul. He also comes to our school?"
Ouyang Boyen was a little surprised. He knew about the "love past" between his uncle and Aunt Fang. After all, there were photos to prove it.
"Childhood sweetheart? He looks like a mixed race."
Song Xirui was a little confused. Among the relatives of the Ouyang family, there were mixed-race children, but from his recent investigation, there really were no blond ones.
"Yes, his father is an American, and he is blond. Song Xirui, why are you so angry? You can't be in love with Paul Fang, right?"
Ouyang Boyen deliberately teased.
"Ouyang Boyen, I don't have any special hobbies." Song Xirui frowned. Even if he was angry, his mood had changed greatly in the past two days. In the past, when someone killed someone in front of him, he could act as if nothing had happened.
"Rui, sit down."
Ouyang Boyen held back his laughter and looked at Song Xirui. He originally thought that this guy was very cold and nothing could make him change his face, but he didn't expect that he would become angry over such a trivial matter.
The other members of the student union shrugged and pretended to be nonchalant, lowering their heads as if they were doing something, but in fact their ears were perked up.
"Chen, I'm very angry. Do you think I was joking when I said I liked Xiao Rou'er?"
Song Xirui stared at Ouyang Boyen. After returning, he thought seriously about it and even went to watch a literary film that he had never watched before. He couldn't explain the feeling, just wanting to watch Xiao Rouer.
He even made a serious comparison. He didn't go to the woods anymore in the past few days. He spent all his time observing other girls at noon. He found that no matter what type of girl he was, his mood would not fluctuate when he saw them.
"Rui, you don't look like the precocious type. My Rou'er is only twelve years old. Please don't try to influence her. Besides, my Rou'er doesn't like your type..."
"Ouyang Boyen, if you keep doing this, I'm going to be angry, really angry."
Song Xirui didn't like hearing such words very much. He just wanted to have a friend. In the past few years since he returned to China, he felt very lonely. Until he saw Xiao Rou'er, his heart seemed to warm up and actually fluctuated.xdw8
"I know you are angry, Rui, tell me why you think you like my Rou'er?"
Ouyang Boyen asked curiously. The reason why he was not in a hurry was because he knew that Song Xirui was just shaving his head and choosing a hot head.
"Then tell me first, what's going on with Fang Hao?"
Song Xirui immediately bargained.
"It's simple. Fang Hao's mother and my aunt are not only classmates, but also good friends, and they are also neighbors. When they were young, Rou'er spent a lot of time at her aunt's house, and Fang Hao basically lived and ate at her aunt's house, so they grew up
We are very familiar with each other. We are childhood sweethearts. No need to explain. It’s just that he returned to the United States a few days ago, and his father..."
Ouyang Boyen continued, saying that the reason why he spoke in such detail was because he hoped that Song Xirui would retreat and not disturb Rou'er.
Song Xirui listened attentively, and Ouyang Boyen was dry with what he said, but seeing his good friend showing no expression at all made him depressed. Could it be that what he had been talking about for so long was in vain.
"Rui, do you understand what I said?"
‘Gudong, Gudong’ After drinking a glass of water, Ouyang Boyen said tangledly: “Rui, don’t you understand?”
"I understand, the yellow-haired boy is obsessed with Xiao Rou'er."
Song Xirui said depressedly. He had a very strange idea in his mind at this time. Should he go back to the seventh grade again? In this way, he could not only be a classmate with Xiao Rouer, but also stop those bastards who rob people, especially the yellow-haired boy.
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"Did I say that? Rui, your thoughts are really..."
"Chen, your grandfather is the school director, right? I want to be Xiaorou'er's classmate from the seventh grade."
"Puff bang"
"Bang bang bang"
When Ouyang Boyen drank his second glass of water, he was so frightened that he sprayed water, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Not only Ouyang Boyen, but also some people were so shocked by Song Xirui's words that they fell off their chairs.
"Too sleepy, dozed off"
Some people calmed down, sat down again, and then got up shamelessly and explained awkwardly.
Song Xirui glared at everyone, snorted and left the student union.
After Song Xirui walked away, the others came back to their senses and looked at Ouyang Boyen.
"President, Vice President Song is not really planning to transfer to seventh grade, is he?"
Ouyang Boyen rolled his eyes at the person who spoke.
"Have your brains followed Song Xirui's? Even if Song Xirui wants to, do you think the school will agree? Will his family agree?"
"That's right. If it's about the same as a grade difference, it's really too much of a gap."
"Okay, you can do your own thing."
Ouyang Boyen was not calm at this moment. He felt that Song Xirui would really go to Rou'er's class, so he chased after her.
Of course, Song Xirui at this time would not be stupid enough to go to Class 7 (3), but was going to talk to the principal. Anyway, the reason why he went to school was because he was too bored. As for the content of the book, it didn't matter at all.
What Song Xirui didn't expect was that on the way, he actually saw the two boys from the Long family and the yellow-haired boy. The three of them were talking and laughing.
"Long Qing'an, Long Qingfei, and Ouyang Boyen are looking for you."
He stepped forward, stopped the three of them calmly, and said without changing his expression.
"Fourth cousin, senior, you are..."
An An and Feifei are a little dizzy. The fourth cousin is looking for them? Why?
"I am Vice President Song Xirui. I am looking for you in the student union. You should go quickly. It seems to be because of what happened to classmate Zhao from Class 7 (3)."
After hearing Song Xirui talk about Zhao Wanrou, An An and Feifei believed it.
"Paul, let's go to the student union first."
"Okay, I'll go back to the classroom first, and we'll talk when we get back from school."
Fang Hao waved his hand. Anyway, even if he couldn't see him at school, he could still see him when he went home. It didn't matter. He was talking about Xiaorou with his brothers from his hometown. In the past few years, he would talk to the Long brothers on the phone every week and ask questions.
It's all Xiaorou's business.
Watching An An and Feifei leave, Song Xirui took a few steps to catch up with Fang Hao who was leaving.
"Junior Fang"
Fang Hao looked at the hand on his shoulder and looked at Song Xirui in confusion.
"Senior, is something wrong?"
"I have something to ask the junior below. Can we find a convenient place to talk?"
Song Xirui held Fang Hao's shoulder. He was going to teach the yellow-haired boy a lesson today. Why did you come to Huatian City when you were living well in the United States?
"Now?" Fang Hao looked at the time and saw that it was very close to class time.
"Yes, don't worry, I won't delay your class. Let's go."
Song Xirui had made up her mind that she would not let this kid enter the classroom in the afternoon.