Don't Pretend to be Poor with Me

Nanwu is always rainy and cloudy, and there is no full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Xia Yu took pictures outside for a long time, but couldn't take pictures, so she threw the phone away: "It's boring."

Xia Zhiye, who was sitting opposite, finally got back his phone, and deleted the photo album and selfies of a certain young lady in Moments.

The tone was casual: "If you're not interested, just call your boyfriend and ask him to pick you up. And please tell him your location directly when you and your boyfriend have a cold war and want him to come to you, don't use my circle of friends Is it okay to send selfies and location?"

"Oh, your sister also wants to save face, and how about using your circle of friends to post it... oh, no." Xia Yu seemed to have suddenly thought of something, leaned closer to her head, and laughed teasingly, "Could it be that you are afraid that someone will be jealous if they see it?" , That's why you mind so much? Don't worry, my sister will help you explain."

Xia Zhiye didn't think about it at all, but when Xia Yu said this, he suddenly thought of Song Yan's reaction if he saw this photo.

After thinking for a long time, the answer I got was that there was no response.

After all, except for people who are extremely gossip, they should have no reaction to this photo, let alone Song Yan, a senior believer who "has none of my business and none of your business".

When he was slightly distracted, Xia Yu became excited: "Why, who did you think of, tell me?"

Xia Zhiye didn't even lift his eyelids: "I thought of my brother who slept in my lower bunk."

"..." Xia Yu, "Get lost."

Her brother has been handsome since he was a child and has a good personality. He thought that love debts would be indispensable, but after so many years, he didn't bring back a girlfriend. He didn't use his good years for puppy love.

Xia Yu stopped watching and stirred the coffee, picking up which pot was left open: "But by the way, are you really going to waste time with grandpa like this?"

"It's okay, I won't die of hunger anyway."

Xia Zhiye should be perfunctory.

"Why are you so stubborn, kid? There's nothing wrong with going abroad. Look at your sister and I, who went to the UK in junior high school, and are now graduating from Cambridge soon. How many people envy you when you come back and join the board of directors."

When Xia Yu said this, there was no happy look on her face.

Xia Zhiye also knew that he didn't need to explain at all.

Sure enough, Xia Yu sighed in the next second: "Forget it, I have no freedom in this life, and I can't let my brother also pay for it. If you don't have enough money, just tell me, anyway, you must not give in to the old man's will." Desperate, do you hear me?"

Xia Zhiye didn't answer, just picked up the coffee and took a sip: "Actually, it's not that I don't want to go abroad."

Xia Yu raised her eyebrows.

Xia Zhiye said casually: "I said that I wanted to go to USC or New York University to direct, but they disagreed."

"Nonsense." Xia Yu rolled her eyes, "The group of old antiques can let you learn this?"

In the words of those old antiques, these are not business operations.

In their eyes, if an incompetent child in the family wants to play, they can also spend money to let him play, just as playing art, but Xia Zhiye's achievements and brains should not be used to carry forward the family business It's such a pity.

Those who didn't know thought that an ordinary private group like the Xia family would inherit the throne.

"So what are you going to do?" Xia Yu asked.

"talk later."

Xia Zhiye turned his head to look out the window, the city lights illuminated the deep and shallow puddles on the road, like little moons.

There are always many roads, just like there are many moons.

·

Song Yan originally wanted to help Shen Jiayan finish the paper, annotate the relevant knowledge points by the way, and then go to sleep.

However, as I write and write, I always think of that circle of friends, and when I think about it, I always think of that dream that night, and then I can't calm down.

A three-dimensional geometry problem, the auxiliary line is drawn so that the Buddha's light shines all over, but I can't figure out the train of thought.

In the end, he simply took his luggage and went directly to the guest room, intending to take a shower and calm down first.

Calm down ass.

Xia Zhiye is a scumbag.

Song Yan took a bath and became more and more angry.

Can't Xia Zhiye tell himself that he is short of money?Will you help me when I have difficulties?Obviously the grades are so good, the college entrance examination is good, and the university is not a problem if you get a scholarship, why do you have to take such a crooked path?

Even if he just went to have a meal with others this time, what about next time?What about next time?Once the bottom line is broken, there will never be a bottom line in the future.

Song Yan felt upset after taking this bath.

Turn off the shower head, change clothes, go to the balcony, open the window, and the night wind blows on the head, calming down a little.

Why is he so angry?

Who did Xia Zhiye go to meet, eat with, and stay with? What does it have to do with him?Why is he unhappy?Or what right does he have to be unhappy?

Song Yan put his fingertips on the window sill, looking at the empty and quiet night scene of the villa area.

After a while, came the answer.

It must be because the dream at Xia Zhiye's house that he called his sister that day was so hot that it left him with a psychological shadow.

After all, Xia Zhiye is also his roommate and deskmate, and now he is about to embark on a wrong path that violates ethics, laws and regulations. It would be a bit unreasonable for him to just sit on the sidelines.

So he was just trying to prevent a pure and beautiful male high school student with excellent grades from going astray.

Thinking of this, Song Yan felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

He took out his cell phone and called Xia Zhiye.

Xia Zhiye answered quickly, with his usual rambling voice: "Hey, Song Daxi, what's wrong."

On the other end of the phone, the melody played by the violin in the western restaurant could be heard clearly, Song Yan's tone was basically farewell to friendliness, and he said coldly, "Where are you now?"

"Dining out with a sister."

Xia Yu, who was sitting opposite him, heard this answer, and couldn't help raising her eyebrows gossipingly: "Girlfriend Chagang?"

Xia Zhiye felt that if he said yes, Song Yan would beat him to death when he came back, so he casually denied it: "No, just a classmate."

He denied it quite quickly, and he didn't know why he was in a hurry to prove his innocence.

And the perfunctory introduction of "just a classmate" made Song Yan's tone cold for some reason: "I wanted to ask if you were in the dormitory, so forget it."

Xia Zhiye heard the change in tone and asked, "What's wrong."

"It's nothing, it's just that I can't find my iPad. I don't know if I left it at the airport or in the dormitory."

"Then I'll go back to the dormitory and take a look for you later."

"Row."

If it was normal, Song Yan would definitely choose to buy another Ipad rather than bother others, but now he is relieved to hear that Xia Zhiye will go back to the dormitory later.

Just don't stay overnight.

However, just when I was about to say something more, I heard the girl on the other end of the phone say to Xia Zhiye: "Are you going back to stay at night? Didn't you say you would stay with me in the hotel?"

Song Yan's fingertips holding the edge of the phone curled up for a moment, waiting for Xia Zhiye's answer.

"I am busy."

Xia Zhiye on the other end of the phone answered casually.

The girl's tone seemed a little dissatisfied: "Forget it, you can go back when you're done."

Xia Zhiye added: "The dormitory closes at eleven o'clock."

"It's okay, there's time." The girl didn't seem to be picky, "Ten minutes is enough for you to solve it. I'll go to take a shower first, and you will knock on the door when you arrive."

"Row."

Xia Zhiye did not refuse this time.

The girl walked away in high heels.

Song Yan, who had already breathed a sigh of relief after listening to the conversation, only felt a surge of anger in his heart, and couldn't help but said coldly: "Xia Zhiye, can you keep yourself clean?"

Most of the time, Song Yan's sarcastic remarks are irrelevant and emotionless, but now he is really angry.

Xia Zhiye was a little confused for a moment: "Why am I so unclean?"

"Going to the opposite sex's room at night is called cleanliness?"

"I'm going to help her fix a computer."

"..."

After a short silence, Xia Zhiye came to his senses, feeling annoyed and funny: "Song Daxi, tell me clearly, what do you think I can do in 10 minutes?"

10 minutes is indeed a bit of a stretch.

Realizing that his thinking was wrong, Song Yan couldn't hold back his face, but he still uttered three words without changing his face: "It's hard to say."

Hard to say.

The cub can be quite annoying.

Xia Zhiye pressed his molars lightly with the tip of his tongue: "Student Song Daxi, you have been very arrogant recently."

Song was tired of reasoning, but he was also strong: "So?"

"So do you know that you are challenging a man's bottom line now?"

"Then?"

"Then it's not impossible for me to change the bottom line for you."

The young man who had just passed the voice-changing period had a low voice, laziness and hoarseness, and a somewhat indulgent smile came lazily from the earphones, making it impossible to lose your temper in an instant.

Obviously he was the one who was wronged, and he was the one who took the initiative to coax others, it seemed that he was making trouble for no reason.

No wonder he recruited young, beautiful and wealthy sisters to like him, and it was no wonder he could make more than forty girlfriends.

It turns out that this person is always coaxing people like this.

It really is a scumbag.

But scum returns to scum, it’s fine if you change more girlfriends than usual, don’t turn your back on the scum and trap yourself in the rich woman.

Thinking of this, Song Yan's tone returned to indifference: "If you really want to have a bottom line, you should hook up less girls, especially those with unknown origins and a lot of money. Can you be an upright man?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xia Zhiye's answer, he directly cut off the phone.

Xia Zhiye on the other end of the phone heard the busy tone and slowly typed a question mark: "?"

His wechat chat records in the past month, including Ruan Tian, ​​Xia Yu, and Grandma Liu, did not exceed five in total, so he hooked up with someone.

And is there a more upright man in this world than him?

No.

Xia Zhiye was very determined.

·

After Song Yan hung up the phone, he threw the phone away and lay down on the bed, feeling a little ashamed just now.

After all, in terms of Xia Zhiye's physical fitness, 10 minutes is indeed impossible. What did I think at the time.

But if Xia Zhiye insists on going astray, he really can't control it, and doing so is considered the utmost benevolence and righteousness.

Thinking of covering the quilt and getting ready to sleep.

Blindfolded, the eye-catching scene of Xia Zhiye lying on the bed while clutching the collar of his school uniform and crying for his sister appeared again.

Song Yan felt that he was probably hopeless.

He lifted the quilt, picked up his phone, and wanted to ask Xia Zhiye if he had returned to the dormitory, but after clicking on his WeChat avatar, he felt that his share of care today had exceeded the standard, and it would be weird to ask any more.

So after a little thought, he clicked on the companion software.

[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]: King

[Innocent and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: No

[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]:?

[Innocent and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: My roommate told me to stay away from girls like you who come from unknown sources and have a lot of money

Song Yan: "..."

You are the fucking girl of unknown origin.

[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]: You listen to your roommate like that?

[Pure and beautiful male high school student picks up and plays online]: Of course.

[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]: Why?

[Pure and beautiful male high school student picks up and plays with him online]: Because he is cute.

Song Yan: "..."

You are cute, and your whole family is cute.

[Pure and beautiful male high school student picks up and plays with him online]: And he treats me well.

Song Yan: "..."

Recalling what I did to Xia Zhiye, I feel that Xia Zhiye is somewhat inclined to shake M.

[Pure and beautiful male high school student picks up and plays online]: Of course, the main reason is because he has a tendency to domestic violence, I can't beat him, so I dare not not listen.

Song Yan: "..."

Well, Xia Zhiye can die.

[Pure and beautiful male high school student picks up and plays online]: But if you really want to have a fight, it's not impossible. I'll call my friend, the fifth row, so my roommate can check it out and make it clear.

Song Yan always felt that there was something wrong with this conversation, and it seemed that there was no sense of disobedience if the word "roommate" was replaced by another identity.

And he doesn't really want to play games.

But it's better than Xia Zhiye and other girls staying in the hotel at night, so he replied: [OK]

Xia Zhiye pulled him into the game room.

As soon as you enter, you will see three closely connected IDs:

[Innocent and beautiful male high school student]

[Cute and beautiful male high school student]

[Sexy and beautiful male high school student]

Neat and neat, bright blind dog eyes.

It looked like he had entered some unscrupulous game.

But wait?

Sexy and beautiful male high school student?

Before the terrifying idea in Song Yan's mind was fully formed, the microphone in the lower right corner of [Sexy and Beautiful Male High School Student]'s avatar lit up, and then Shang Huai's voice came out: "I'll recruit another client of mine."

After speaking, an extremely pink portrait filled the last position of the team.

Song Yan looked at the familiar pink head portrait and the row of familiar [human to sweet little milkberry] below the head portrait: "..."

This world is really psychedelic.