Don't Pretend to be Poor with Me

Since elementary school, Xia Zhiye has been particularly attractive to girls. In junior high and high school, small gifts of milk tea and cakes are secretly delivered every now and then, and the whole class is not used to it.

And Xia Zhiye's attitude towards this is not to accept it at all.

But those things sent before usually have their names and contact information attached, and he knows where to return them when they return them.

However, this time I searched the shoe box inside and out, but couldn't find any information. I called the customer service and was told that I have no right to disclose the customer's privacy. If I want to return the product without payment information, I will not refund it.

There was really no way, Xia Zhiye simply closed the shoe box, stuffed it back into the shopping bag, and stood up.

Song Yan raised his head and looked sideways: "Where are you going?

"Lost and found."

"?"

Xia Zhiye picked up the bag in his hand: "This kind of unknown thing is not worth it."

"..."

The source of what you bought is unknown.

At least half of his net worth was spent, Song Yan couldn't just watch this thing lying in the lost and found office, and said angrily: "I told you that it might be given to you by someone who has a crush on you, why is it unknown? ?”

"?"

Why did Song Yan suddenly care about such a thing?

Xia Zhiye was wondering, and Song Yan added indifferently: "Anyway, you are not bad for one or two crushes."

"..."

After a slight pause, Xia Zhiye seemed to recall a bit.

Could Song Yan's tone be jealous?

Then this thing is even more unacceptable.

After all, although it is not completely sure whether Song Yan has that kind of thought, but he does have that kind of intention, so he must be highly conscious about this kind of thing.

This is the most basic moral quality and self-discipline as a man.

So ignoring Song Yanhan's expression that was so cold that he wanted to beat someone up, he smiled softly and dotingly: "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who messes around and takes things from others."

After speaking, without waiting for Song Yan to stop him, he handed the things to Kong Xiaoxiao who was about to go to the student union office: "Sister Xiao, please drop by and take it to the lost and found office for me."

Kong Xiaoxiao was used to this kind of thing, so she didn't even bother to take a second look at it, so she just took it, and then walked quickly to the student union office with a lot of materials.

Song Yan looked at her back as she resolutely left with 1399 yuan: "..."

Xia Zhiye is a purebred idiot.

Xia Zhiye also felt very good about himself, feeling that he had withstood the test of his potential future boyfriend's loyalty to him, so he sat back in his seat, took out his mobile phone, and thoughtfully asked, "Brother Yan, what do you want for lunch?"

I want to eat your brains.

Song Yan resisted the urge to beat Xia Zhiye to death on the spot, pulled out a chemistry exercise book and slapped it on the table, and said coldly, "Eat the cafeteria."

Xia Zhiye paused in ordering takeout, tilted her head and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Canteen?"

"Well, the food outside is not clean, and I've had diarrhea these days." Song Yan tried to prevaricate with a nonsensical reason.

Xia Zhiye took it seriously, frowned lightly, and reached out to touch Song Yan's stomach: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

The palm was pressed against Song Yan's lower abdomen through the school uniform, and the body temperature came from the iron. Song Yan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and slapped Xia Zhiye's hand off: "Don't f*cking touch."

"Seriously, where is the discomfort, here, or here?" Xia Zhiye pressed Song Yan's lower abdomen with a little force with his fingertips, and moved two places, the pressure was neither light nor heavy, it was itchy and crisp .

Song Yan instantly felt that the direction of blood flow in the lower abdomen was becoming wrong, and instinctively knocked Xia Zhiye's hand away quickly again, and even raised the volume unconsciously: "I said it all, don't f*cking touch it!"

With a loud sound, the classroom, which was not considered noisy, instantly became as quiet as a chicken.

Everyone turned their heads silently, and then saw Xia Zhiye's hand hiding behind the table in the corner of the classroom, touching Song Yan somewhere, and Song Yan who was being touched by him had a reddish complexion, seeming angry or angry, and looked delicious.

So three seconds later, he turned back neatly and silently, as if to show that he didn't see anything.

The innocent Song Yan was left: "..."

This day is really impossible.

·

Song Yan didn't want to talk to Xia Zhiye all afternoon.

Xiaopang didn't hear the flirting between the two of them all afternoon, and he was a little uncomfortable, so he turned his head and asked Xia Zhiye secretly: "Master Xia, why are you annoying my brother again?"

Xia Zhiye turned his head to look at Song Yan when he heard the words, and lazily said: "Brother Yan, Xiaopang asked me why I messed with you again."

Fatty: "..."

You husband and wife are flirting and flirting, why bother to pull me, a fat man, on your back.

Fortunately, Song Yan didn't intend to hurt the innocent, and lowered his head to write the paper, moving his fingertips quickly, and said in a cold and calm tone: "If you don't mess with me, you just have no time."

As he spoke, he reached into the belly of the table with his left hand, took out a standing card with white characters on a red background, and slapped it on the right side. The eight large characters on the stand instantly hurt Xiaopang's dog eyes that belonged to scumbags—[Study in retreat, do not disturb]

"Come on, brother Yan, you have already beaten me for missing one of the exams, and you have to study so hard, don't you want to be the number one in the college entrance examination?"

Xiaopang originally wanted to casually criticize these evil academic bullies who tried to continue to widen the gap between the rich and the poor, but Song Yan gave a flat "hmm".

After being stunned for a while, when he came to his senses, Xiao Pang tentatively asked, "Is the meaning of 'hmm' what I thought it was?"

"Ah."

"..."

Xiaopang stretched out his right hand and gave his thumbs up: "As expected of my brother, the ambition is so grand, it's amazing to have you in No. [-] High School. Today you are proud of No. [-] High School, and tomorrow No. [-] High School will be proud of you."

"Sorry, I'm not proud of No.[-] Middle School." Song Yan rationally interrupted Xiaopang's generous speech.

Xiaopang was slightly stalked, and then said with a conscience: "Oh, brother Yan, you can't say that, in fact, our third middle school is also very good, you don't know, we also had a provincial champion 35 years ago."

Song Yan: "I know."

Fatty: "You know?!"

"Well, because that's my dad."

"..."

Xiaopang suddenly didn't really want to talk to Song Yan.

What is unfair?

This is called unfairness.

Parents have good grades since they were young, and they have good careers when they grow up. They give birth to a rich second generation, continue to have good grades and careers, and have endless children and grandchildren. The solidification of class begins with a single step.

So is it his fault for his poor grades?

Not to blame.

To blame can only be blamed on his parents who scored 250 and 251 in the college entrance examination back then. His achievement today is already a genetic mutation in the history of human evolution.

"So you want to prove that you are better than your father, so you aspire to get the top score in the college entrance examination?" Xiaopang recalled the youth inspirational movies he had watched with father-son grievances, and made a reasonable guess.

Song Yan threw out two words without hesitation: "No."

"that is because……?"

"Because my former school's top scorer in the college entrance examination could get a 100 million scholarship."

"..."

So realistic.

The scholarship is not difficult to understand. After all, a poor school like No. 20 Middle School can get a scholarship of [-] yuan, not to mention the expensive private school that Song Yan used to attend.

But what is more difficult to understand is that Song Yan, a rich second generation, is short of this money?

Xiaopang still wanted to ask a question, but Xia Zhiye slapped the back of his head with a slap and slapped him back: "Okay, let's review yours carefully, and a person who can't even get on the line doesn't care about rich second-generation schoolmasters."

Xiaopang rubbed his not-so-intelligent head aggrievedly: "Who said I can't get on the first line, I spent a full 80 yuan this time to buy the review materials of the real masters, and I couldn't pass the mid-term exam." I'm sorry for my frugal pocket money."

"Good luck then."

Xia Zhiye didn't care.

Song Yan didn't speak any more, and continued to bury his head in writing.

Since he entered junior high school, he has already decided that he will not participate in competitions or walks in the future, and will only compete for college entrance examination scores.

Because only with the scholarship he has the ability to live independently, can leave Song Minghai completely, and live the life he wants to live in an upright manner.

So Song Minghai wanted to take back his credit card, and he returned it without saying a word.

He would not deliberately use Song Minghai's money hypocritically, after all, there was still a share left to him by his mother in the family business, but if Song Minghai didn't give it to him, he would never take it easy and ask for it.

Anyway, he wouldn't be able to live without Song Minghai's pocket money, so there's no need to suffer that cowardice.

Ever since he was a child, the young master Song, who received large sums of pocket money on the card at regular intervals, felt that this was nothing at all.

It wasn't until he went to the dry cleaner with a big bag of clothes at night and was told that the dry cleaning fee was half of his entire net worth, that Song Yan fell into a long silence.

I never cared about the price because of my extravagance before, but I didn't expect that when I asked today, it was already too much for me.

Song Yan stood silently at the door of the dry cleaner for a while, and finally lowered the brim of his hat, turned into the convenience store next door, and bought a bottle of Blue Moon.

·

After Xia Zhiye finished his evening self-study, he went back to Zaijiu Alley for some business. When he returned to the dormitory, he opened the door and fell into the fragrance of laundry detergent.

Not even half a bottle of Blue Moon wipes the ground, but it can't create such a strong effect.

Xia Zhiye looked at the wet and occasionally bubbling ground, then at the row of clothes on the balcony that were still dripping with water, and then at the row of clothes that were flying around with a mop in their hands, with a grumpy expression on their face, wishing they could wipe them off on the spot. Song Yan whose dormitory was demolished: "..."

Feeling the silent gaze at the door, Song Yan raised his head impatiently while holding the mop: "Have you ever seen anyone doing laundry?"

"..."

Yes, I've seen it before, but I haven't seen washing clothes and washing the entire dormitory by the way.

Xia Zhiye made up his mind that the young master was trying to experience life on his own, but in the end he was in a hurry to wash his clothes, he was disobedient when he was washing clothes, and the laundry detergent was poured on the floor. The scene where the clothes are washed feels distressed and funny.

Walking up to the balcony, he took the mop from Song Yan's hands: "Why do you suddenly think of doing laundry by yourself?"

Song Yan said unhappily: "The dry cleaners are closed, I'm happy to do it myself, it's none of your business."

The dry cleaning shop is in a residential alley that is completely opposite to the direction of the school. Xia Zhiye has no chance to pass by on weekdays. Hearing what Song Yan said, he didn't think much about it and believed it directly.

He reached out and pinched the hem of one of the knitted sweaters, and pulled his knuckles inward.

slam-la-

grunt-

In addition to the water that was not wrung out, there were two, three or four strings of snow-white laundry detergent bubbles.

Song Yan: "..."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

After a while, Xia Zhiye nodded: "It can be seen that these clothes are also very happy, and I am bubbling with joy."

Song Yan: "..."

Go to your uncle.

Not wanting to say a word to Xia Zhiye, with a straight face, he stretched out his hand to tear the clothes, intending to rewash them by himself.

However, Xia Zhiye grabbed his wrist, walked forward, looked at the wrinkled skin and white broken skin holes that suddenly appeared on the originally delicate and flawless finger pads of a certain young master, and asked: "When washing clothes? Made it?"

Song Yan himself didn't notice it at first, but after hearing what he said, he looked along his line of sight, only to find that there were many small holes on his fingers that looked like pinpricks, but he didn't take it seriously: "Maybe."

"It turned out to be the little princess and the pea."

Xia Zhiye lowered his head and chuckled.

Song Yan didn't hear clearly: "What Lord?"

"It doesn't matter, it means that this laundry detergent is too alkaline, your skin is too tender, and it burns."

"so?"

"So go back and lie on the bed, and let the servants help the young master starch and wash the clothes." Xia Zhiye smiled lazily, and took back the row of washed and unwashed clothes.

Song Yan snatched it with a cold face: "No need."

Xia Zhiye is tall and has long arms. He lifted his hand casually and avoided it gently: "Okay, I'll finish washing in a while, but after you finish washing, I probably won't be able to take a shower tonight and go to bed tomorrow morning. Going to the school team to participate in basketball training, we, Brother Yan, should take care of me, okay?"

Xia Zhiye's voice has a unique kind of laziness and sloppyness. Once he coaxes people with a smile, it always makes people feel that he is right in everything he says.

Song Yan still has a little idea of ​​his strength and movement in washing clothes. Once he starts to rewash, he may not be able to sleep until two o'clock in the morning, so after a moment of hesitation, Xia Zhiye has already walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Song Yan returned to his seat, took out his mobile phone, and felt that going on like this was not an option.

He can eat in the cafeteria and use the meal card.

He can do the laundry by himself, at worst there is Xia Zhiye,

But there must be many other places to spend money in the future.

Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about his [beautiful and rich little rich woman] waistcoat, and he has to pay Xia Zhiye at least 200 yuan every week, so you can't just stop it, right?Otherwise, what would Xia Zhiye do if he went to find those strange good sisters again.

Thinking of Xia Zhiye coaxing other girls with that lazy and laughing voice, Song Yan felt annoyed.

So in addition to throttling, he must also open source.

But how to open source, it is impossible to sell clothes and shoes on Xianyu. Thinking that the clothes and shoes I wear may end up being bought by some strange people to do some strange things, Song Yan is full of pain. uncomfortable.

It's okay to play games, but playing with him based on his style of play and personality is basically tantamount to consumer fraud.

The best thing left is to learn, but how does learning change...

How can learning not be realized.

Song Yan suddenly remembered that Xiaopang seemed to have said this morning that he spent 80 yuan to buy a copy of the review materials of some real masters.

After thinking for a while, Song Yan clicked on Xiaopang's WeChat avatar.

[YAN]: In?

[Not allowed to come to Japan for a long time]:? ? ?

[Not allowed to come to Japan for a long time]:! ! !

[Not allowed to come to Japan for a long time]: Damn it!What an idiot!

[YAN]: ...

[Not allowed to come to Japan for long]: We have been friends for two months, this is the first time you have chatted with me!God!I'm so excited!Or are you actually Xia Ye?

[YAN]: ...

How could Xia Zhiye use his mobile phone?In the eyes of this group of people, is his relationship with Xia Zhiye already so good?

He and Xia Zhiye are obviously not familiar with each other.

Song Yan thought while continuing to reply:

[YAN]: No, I have something to do with you

[Not allowed to come to Japan for a long time]: Oh, yes, brother Yan, you ordered

[YAN]: What happened to the purchase of learning materials you mentioned this morning.

[Not allowed to come to Japan, Fang Chang]: Oh, that is, these key high schools in our district have an exam study exchange group. Before each district joint exam, they will communicate with each other to help each other improve their grades. Sometimes there will be masters Come in and sell some study materials.

Song Yan thought for a while and replied:

[YAN]: Do you know who the real master is?

[Not allowed to come to Japan and grow long]: I don’t know about this, they are all added to the group with a small account, the master first uploads a unit of learning materials in the group, if it is useful, then increase the account of the god to buy the rest, transfer the penguin, and do not disclose the individual information.

[Not allowed to come to Japan for a long time]: But brother Yan, why did you suddenly remember to ask this?

[YAN]: Oh, nothing, I have a friend whose grades are not very good, and I want to buy one too.

[Not allowed to come to Japan and grow long]: That’s fine, then I will send you the group number, there is more than one master in it, there are all kinds of grades and subjects, but the one with the clearest thinking is the world’s number one coach, push him .

[YAN]: Well, thanks.

Song Yan has been called a god of learning since junior high school, because he is handsome, has good grades, and plays games. He seems to be much more relaxed than the kind of academic master who puts himself in the sea of ​​questions every day, but in fact Song Yan should None of the notes that should be sorted out were left behind, but he paid more attention to efficiency.

Therefore, the notes he left at the end are generally the most important, the essence of the essence, whether it is the summary of knowledge points or the summary of problem-solving ideas, it is definitely a sharp weapon for those who have good grades.

It happened that when he went to Shen Jiayan's house to sort out knowledge points for Shen Jiayan on National Day, he scanned all his notebooks and archived them. At that time, he saved them on his mobile phone for easy review anytime and anywhere, but now they just come in handy.

The group administrator quickly approved Song Yan's application.

The group was very lively, and the news spread out slowly, and within a minute, it was 1 plus.

But Song Yan was not interested in chatting, so he sent directly:

[Like]: For sale of learning materials on heavy and difficult points in the second year of high school, the subjects are mathematics, physics, chemistry, and students, and the content focuses on key and difficult points.Suitable for the crowd: 1. Stabilize the line and try to hit the heavy capital, but the difficulty is difficult to digest the crowd. 2. Steady on the main line, trying to hit the top5, but the last two big questions are unstable. 3. Do not disturb below one line.Price: 80 for one subject, 150 for two subjects, 210 for three subjects, 250 for four subjects.Try reading the group photo album.

Just after posting, a row of question marks followed.

[Unable to get name 1]:? ? ?

[Unable to get name 2]:? ? ?

[Unable to get name 3]:? ? ?

[Unable to get name 1]: Where did this newcomer come from?It's really crazy, dare to compare the price with the handsome master?

[Unable to get the name 2]: Yes, and there is also a book Do Not Disturb Offline, grade discrimination?

[Unable to get the name 3]: If you don’t name it, only a fool would buy it.

……

[I will not give up if I don’t take Tsinghua University]: I’m sorry, I’m that fool.

[Unable to get names 1, 2, 3]:?God, what should I say.

[If you don’t take the Tsinghua University exam, you will never give up]: Absolutely, really, I have never seen a study material that thoroughly understands the last two major problems of mathematics. Although the trial reading only summarizes the series of questions, you can see the leopard in the tube. .I decided not to buy the Dashuai Bi this time, but to buy this Like.

[Unable to get name 1]: Damn it, is it real or not?

[The little monster just wants to go to Peking University]: Really!I just watched his physics!Also absolutely!I've added him as a friend, beg him to pass quickly

[Unable to get the name 2]: I'm sorry, I went to see the trial reading, and I also decided to betray Dashuaibi.

[Unable to get the name 1]: Then I will go and have a look.

……

Everything was within Song Yan's expectation.

He turned off the group chat interface, and sure enough, he received several friend requests.

The target group of his information is mainly those students in the middle and upper class. The audience is actually very limited, so he doesn't expect much sales, but as long as he can stabilize this part of customers.

Song Yan also had confidence in his information.

However, he just received the money and sent the complete study materials to that [I will not give up if I don’t take the Tsinghua University exam], and the other party immediately replied with two words: [Fuck]

[Like]:?

[If you don't take the Tsinghua University exam, you will never give up]: Shuaibi is a big discount in the group.

[Like]:?

[I will not give up if I don’t take the Tsinghua University exam]: His study materials have always been the best in the group before, but compared to yours, they are more biased towards the basic audience, which is not so suitable for me, but with such a discount, many other people Probably more willing to buy him.

Song Yanqie went back to the group to look, and sure enough, he saw a non-mainstream avatar that was very popular ten years ago and sent a message in the group: [Jump off a building for a big sale, the original price is 80 per subject, the current price is only 68, no 998, no 888, as long as 228, the materials of the four subjects will be brought home]

Song Yan:?

Even selling study materials has to be introverted these days?

Just after thinking about it, [The World's No. [-] Handsome Competitor] posted again: Actually, I didn't intend to compete with the like master on purpose, but life is not easy, and I am really short of money.

[Unable to get name 1]: Handsome God, what happened?

[The world's number one handsome man]: Actually, it's nothing, as you all know, I'm lonely and my family is difficult, so I can only rely on everyone's love and sell study materials to make a living.

[No. [-] handsome man in the world]: However, recently I fell in love with someone who shouldn't be in love. He is so dazzling, so beautiful, so rich, and so outstanding. I know that he and I are not from the same world. I am worthy Not on him, so I don't intend to tell him, I just want to give him a gift at Christmas two months later, let him know that there was once an unknown person who humbled him.

[Unable to get the name 1]: Woohoo, so touched

[Unable to get the name 2]: Come on handsome!we support you!

[Unable to get name 3]: Yes!Your grades are so good!I will definitely be able to counterattack life and marry Bai Fumei!come on!

[The world's number one handsome man]: So are you willing to buy my study materials?

[Unable to get name 1]: Buy!

[Unable to get name 2]: Buy!

[Unable to get name 3]: Buy!

Song Yan: "..."

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should lament the brazenness of this handsome man or the stupidity of these people who eat melons.

Just as he was speechless, the door of the bathroom opened, and when he looked up, he saw Xia Zhiye walking out from the inside holding the basin in one hand and fiddling with the phone in the other.

Although Song Yan doesn't know how to wash clothes, he still doesn't know how to dry them. Seeing that Xia Zhiye seemed to be busy with something, he got up and walked over to take the basin: "Go ahead, I'll dry it myself."

"It's okay, I'm done soon, let me dry it, or I'll get your clothes wet." Xia Zhiye said, moving his fingertips quickly on the screen, as if he wanted to reply to many people's messages.

Song Yan couldn't help but glanced at his screen, but with this slight glance, he couldn't look away.

Because he saw the interface of a penguin chat group on Xia Zhiye's screen.

Group Name: Outside the Law

Portrait on the right: Burial Love Family Kill Matt

ID above the avatar: The world's number one handsome

Song Yan: "..."

So the shameless and shameless competitor who sells miserably and cries poor is far away and right in front of him.

I spent more than half of my net worth buying shoes for him, but he still has to compete with himself to give gifts to the people he likes for Christmas.

Song Yan clenched her fists tightly.

After a while, he took a deep breath: "Xia Zhiye, let's fight."

Xia Zhiye, who was counting the money enough to buy the young master a small washing machine in the dormitory, raised his head blankly: "?"

Did he do something wrong again?

The author has something to say: Xia Zhiye: I am loyal, strictly abide by the morality, and never accept gifts from others!

Song Yan: Xia Zhiye is such an idiot!

Xia Zhiye: I am gentle and considerate, meticulous, and care about my wife's stomach pain!

Song Yan: Xia Zhiye is a big idiot?

Xia Zhiye: I study hard, work hard to make money, and buy a washing machine for my wife!

Song Yan: Xia Zhiye is such an idiot!

Xia Zhiye:? ? ?