Don't Pretend to be Poor with Me

Either he slays himself with dignity.

Either Xiazhi Savage will die.

After all, if the idiot who made up such nonsense about Madagascar came to light again, there would be no one between him and Xia Zhiye.

Before here, Song Yan acted as if he had never seen this person before, turned off the phone, threw it into the belly of the table, took out a paper, and left his new tablemate with a cold and heartless profile.

His deskmate is pretty pretty, but he has a bad temper.

Xia Zhiye curled the corner of his lower lip silently, without saying anything, he pulled away the chair by the aisle and sat down, and said to the front desk: "Let me copy the homework."

"Okay!" The chubby guy in the front row respectfully took out a stack of papers, "Which subject do you favor first, Your Majesty?"

"Which subject to hand in first?"

"Master Ying."

"That's it."

"Got it!"

The two of them sang and harmonized, and they knew each other well, and it seemed that they did not do this less often.

Song Yan glanced at it, and felt that the mentally handicapped activities of gangs and ones probably couldn't help the little overlord of the third middle school.

As a result, this glance happened to be caught by Xia Zhiye, he tilted his head, and the corner of his lips twitched: "Why, do you think your tablemate is so fucking handsome?"

Song Yan indifferently crossed the test paper with a red pen: "I just think it's very rare for social brothers like you to copy homework."

Xia Zhiye played with the title "Society Brother" for a while, and said with a light smile, "After all, what you do is what you do and love what you do. As students, we can't let the teacher lose face. Do you think this is the truth?"

Sounds pretty proud.

Song Yan almost gave him a little red flower.

It seems that although Shen Jiayan's report on a dangerous person is very nonsense, at least one thing is correct - as far as possible from this Xia Zhiye.

After all, it is well known that neuropathy is transmitted from person to person.

He didn't want to lose his head at a young age.

·

Generally speaking, the afternoon of the first day of school is reserved for students to make up their homework. Although the enrollment rate of Nanwu No. [-] Middle School is not high, there are a lot of homework.

Xia Zhiye, who was busy making face for the teacher all afternoon, was basically honest and quiet.

Song Yan also took out the papers that Shen Jiayan sent him and made a set.

Just finished, Ruan Tian appeared at the door of the classroom: "Students, let me inform you of a few things."

Everyone was busy making up their homework, and no one paid attention to her.

Ruan Tian seemed to be used to it, and stood on the podium: "The first thing is to collect the class fee tomorrow morning, [-], and hand it over to the sports committee. The second thing is that I have two good news, which one do you listen to first?" ?”

Still nobody paid attention to her.

"Then let's talk about the general good news first. Because this remedial class will last until the start of school in September, and there will be no holidays in the middle, so in order to reduce everyone's burden, the school has decided that from today to September [-]st, all second-year high school students will not be required. Attend morning and evening self-study."

A brief silence.

"Fuck! Did I hear you right! The school is finally an individual?!"

"Sister Tian is the most beautiful! Long live sister Tian!"

"Then sister Tian, ​​what is the unusual good news?"

The originally lifeless classroom suddenly came to life.

Ruan Tian smiled sweetly: "The unusual good news is that at the end of the month, we will jointly hold a grand and grand preliminary examination with No. 24, No. [-], No. [-] and No. [-] No. [-] middle schools."

The people who had just come back to life died back in an instant.

"Hey, don't be like this." Ruan Tian added, "In order to encourage everyone's enthusiasm for this exam, the school specially allocated a small amount of Lifu Scholarship to award the top ten students in the joint exam and the students who made the most progress. , everyone, be positive."

Everyone died more thoroughly.

I don’t blame them for this. The teaching quality of the No. [-] Middle School is here. Except for last year’s unprecedented squeeze into a quota, the top ten of the joint entrance examination are divided up by the No. [-] Middle School and the No. [-] Middle School every year, so how many scholarships are allocated does not matter. What's up with them.

As for the progress award, everyone has a little idea of ​​what they did during the summer vacation. If you don't regress, it will be considered an extra-legal grace from the Buddha. How dare you commit greed, hatred and ignorance again.

Ruan Tian was helpless: "Forget it, you can figure it out yourself. Today's self-study is over here. Tomorrow morning, the teachers of each subject will check the homework on time, and make up what needs to be completed. The English homework that is really too late will be put at the end. Listen. Have you arrived yet?"

"heard it……"

"Look how dead you are. After school."

"Oh yeah! Let's eat! Come on!"

The classroom was instantly empty, leaving only Ruan Tian at the front and Song Yanxia Zhiye at the back.

Xia Zhiye rejected the dinner invitations of four or five people back and forth, and turned his head to look at Song Yan: "This foreign friend from Madagascar, how about I treat you to dinner tonight?"

Song Yan packed her schoolbag calmly: "If you mention these five words again, I don't mind taking off your tongue and sending it to the cactus in the middle of the Madagascar desert to be baptized by the scorching sun for seven days and nights."

"..."

Apparently no one would dare to say that to Brother Society, Xia Zhiye's expression was a little bit shocked.

"So please let me go."

Song Yan stood up with her schoolbag in her hand, looked down at the little overlord of the third middle school next to her, with a cool expression of "I can't guarantee what you will do if you mess with me again".

Xia Zhiye tilted his head slightly, looked at him for three seconds, and then said four words slowly: "You are so fierce."

Song Yan: "..."

Oh mother, the fist is hard.

Just as he was about to throw Xia Zhiye and his chair out, who was blocking the exit of the seat, Ruan Tian on the podium said, "Why don't you two leave?"

Xia Zhiye turned his head back, with a casual tone: "Report to the teacher, classmate Song Yan helped me a lot this morning, so I want to invite him to dinner to express my gratitude."

"That's it." Ruan Tian looked suddenly enlightened, "Then Song Yan, hurry up and go, it's just a chance to get in touch with each other, build a good relationship, and cultivate a tacit understanding. The results of the entrance examination depend on you, come on!"

Song Yan: "..."

Who the hell wants to bond with this idiot.

·

Unable to resist Ruan Tian personally accompanying them out of the school gate, Song Yan could only respond with a paralyzed face.

The old street in the evening looks much more pleasant than in the morning.

Even though it was noisy and crowded, all the shops were lit up, and the barbecue lobster stalls were also full. When the ingredients were cooked, oily smoke rose from the pan, and the air was instantly filled with the smell of various peppers and spices. The laughing and cursing all seemed lively and lovely.

Xia Zhiye asked: "You probably haven't been to this kind of place to eat, have you?"

Song Yan didn't answer.

Because he had never been to this kind of place to eat.

Although his mother died early and his father didn't want to see him, but in terms of material life, he has been living well since he can remember, especially as Song Minghai grew older, his business grew bigger and bigger. Cheng Genxia can also be regarded as a real rich second generation.

It's not that he doesn't look down on this kind of place, it's just that he has no chance.

Looking at his expression, Xia Zhiye made a good guess, and lazily put his shoulder on his shoulder: "Okay, then I will treat you to a big meal today, so that you can see what it means to be a master among the people."

The paw was slapped off forcefully in the next second: "Don't fucking touch your feet."

"We are all brothers, what's the matter with hugging?"

"Who the hell is your brother."

"We've fought together, we've been in the rain together, we've met our parents and lied together, isn't that called brothers?"

"..."

Song Yan couldn't refute for a moment.

So the brother took him back and forth between the crowded crowd and the old streets, making seven turns, uphill and downhill.

Finally, I stopped in front of a small cart hidden in the corner of the street: "Auntie, here are two large bowls of pea noodles, and a large portion of spiked potatoes."

Song Yan: "?"

If he reads correctly, this small cart is at most one meter wide, and there is a coal-burning stove next to it, a pot is placed on the stove, two folding tables and a few small horses are built, and then there is no more .

Song Yan: "Big meal?"

Xia Zhiye: "Is this bowl not big enough?"

Song Yan: "..."

It's quite big, almost as big as Song Yan's face.

The saozi is also spread thickly, the spicy oil is red, the wolf tooth potatoes are fried to a crispy yellow, sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, it smells very fragrant.

The woman selling noodles was a little out of shape, and her eyes looked a little too big.When serving the noodles, he kept gesturing to Xia Zhiye with gestures, with a simple and happy smile on his face.

Xia Zhiye gave her the money, but she was unwilling to take it, and desperately pushed it back. In the end, Xia Zhiye said "I won't come again if you do this again", then reluctantly accepted it, and continued to entertain other guests.

And Song Yan had already wiped the table and chairs back and forth three times with paper towels in advance.

"Exquisite." Xia Zhiye threw the schoolbag on the ground casually, broke open the double disposable chopsticks and handed them to Song Yan, "Try it."

Song Yan really couldn't understand the behavior of this person who took him around for a long time, just to come to this corner to eat a bowl of small noodles that might not even have a business license.

But it's not so pretentious as to play the young master's temper.

He took the chopsticks and took a sip. The noodles were firm and smooth, and the saozi was just the right amount of saltiness.

However, although it was delicious, it was not so delicious that it was worth walking for more than ten minutes to have a bite, so he felt that there was something wrong with Xia Zhiye, and he just wanted to finish eating quickly and leave.

However, there is an idiom in the world that things backfire.

At the same time, there is another idiom in the world called Yuan Jia Lu Narrow.

The two sat in the corner behind the cart near the edge of the steps, eating noodles well, when a familiar voice came over, very unpleasantly.

"Hey, lady boss, business has been going well recently."

"No, no, no, no."

"Don't make gestures, we don't understand, just take out the money."

"No no no!"

"What are you yelling about, you've been honored by our boss for opening this noodle stall, right? Otherwise, you're a dumb woman, can you keep going? You're not happy with just charging you a little protection fee, do you understand the feeling... Grass ! Who the hell threw the chopsticks!"

"Sorry, slippery."

Xia Zhiye wiped his hands, turned around, raised the end of his eyes slightly, and looked at the other party, looking loose and not easy to provoke.

The group of feather dusters who were still arrogant and domineering were stunned.

After three seconds.

"Fuck! Xia Zhiye! How the hell are you everywhere!"

The red-feathered chicken was on the verge of collapse, and phantom pains began to appear in some unspeakable parts.

Xia Zhiye replied seriously: "Maybe this is fate."

"It's your mother's fault!" The red-feathered chicken pointed at them with a knife and yelled aggressively, "I won't bother you about what happened in the morning, and this time it has nothing to do with you, so just mind your own business. Otherwise, don't blame me for being so fucking rude!"

If it hadn't been for seeing how these people fled in the morning, Song Yan might have been really bluffed.

But the impression of that scene was so deep that I didn't even feel any nervousness or fear. I just put down my chopsticks indifferently, took out my mobile phone, and prepared to call 110.

But Xia Zhiye held down his wrist.

Song Yan raised his eyelids: "Now is a society ruled by law."

Xia Zhiye looked affectionate: "I know. But this stall does not have a business license."

Song Yan: "..."

He really didn't have a fucking business license.

If this is reported to the police, I am afraid that they will be served with a stall and a pot, which will basically cut off the life of this dumb woman.

Song Yan couldn't do such a thing.

So he changed Shen Jiayan's note to 110 without changing his face, and then dialed: "Hello, 110, I'll call the police."

Shen Jiayan on the other end of the phone: "?"

The feather duster on the other end of the phone: "??"

"Brother! He actually called the police!"

"Young people simply don't talk about Wude!"

One of the feather dusters who reacted rushed forward and was about to snatch Song Yan's phone.

Song Yan reacted very quickly, holding up the phone and getting up and backing away.

However, his foot accidentally stepped off the edge of the steps, and his ankle was folded down. He took a breath of air and changed his expression.

Seeing this, Xia Zhiye stood up without saying a word, grabbed the man who was trying to snatch the phone, and slammed it hard on the head.

With a muffled sound, the man clutched his head and fell to the ground in pain.

Xia Zhiye was standing next to him, his eyes glanced from the end of his eyes, and he looked at the others casually: "Are you still here?"

Blood dripped to the ground along the horse tie in his hand, against the sharp and thin knuckles, it was a little shocking.

other people:"……"

I don't dare to come.

"If you don't dare to come, get out before you tell the police the exact address, otherwise this matter will not be so easy to deal with." The young man's voice was loose and lazy, but it was not hard to hear the coldness in it.

Different from the previous casual attitude in every fight, this time Xia Zhiye seemed to be a little serious.

Coupled with the fact that there are so many people passing by at the moment, it would not be good for them to make a big fuss. The red-feathered chicken weighed it up for a moment, then gritted its teeth: "I'll let you go today, and we'll settle the bill later, brothers, let's go."

A group of people quickly disappeared into the noisy street.

Xia Zhiye threw away the horse tie, walked up to Song Yan and squatted down, stretched out his hand to roll up Song Yan's trouser legs, Song Yan wanted to avoid it, but Xia Zhiye easily held his ankle with one hand.

The juvenile's too thin bones were pinched in the palm of his hand, making him feel fragile.

Xia Zhiye gently touched it with her fingertips: "It's swollen, I'll send you to the hospital."

Song Yan pulled out his ankle: "No, I'll go by myself."

Xia Zhiye looked up at him: "How do you get there?"

"Take a taxi."

"What kind of taxi do you think can drive in here?"

"..."

Seeing the young master's instantly slumped face, Xia Zhiye couldn't help but chuckled and said, "Don't worry, little classmate, I will take care of you. So do you choose the baby back or the princess carry?"

Song Yan looked indifferent: "I choose to die."

·

It is impossible for such a beautiful little classmate to die. In the end, Song Yan was forced by Xia Zhiye to the side of the road and took a taxi to the hospital.

It was already late at night when we returned to the dormitory.

As soon as the aunt in the dormitory saw Song Yan's leg in a plaster cast, she couldn't help exclaiming: "Oh, how did this happen? It doesn't matter."

Song Yan leaned on crutches: "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

It really doesn't matter, it's just a sprained ankle ligament, it's not serious, just put on a plaster cast, recuperate for two weeks, and then take some anti-swelling and anti-inflammatory drugs.

It's just that once this kind of beautiful, fair and clean eldest young master is injured, he will be particularly painful. Seeing it makes Auntie very sad, and she looks at Xia Zhiye with a look of complaining about a scumbag: "Is it another one?" What did you do?"

Xia Zhiye did not hesitate: "Well, my question."

Aunt got excited: "I know! Let me tell you, it doesn't matter if you are crazy, but don't provoke your new classmates, okay? But since you have caused trouble now, as a boy, you must take responsibility and take good care of others , don’t you know?”

Xia Zhiye nodded: "Auntie, don't worry, I will be responsible for Song Yan."

The aunt was a little more satisfied: "It's not too bad. Then go back to your room and rest, go to bed early at night, don't toss around until midnight because of your youth, do you hear me?"

Xia Zhiye nodded again: "Well, I see, I won't bother him tonight."

Auntie looked at Song Yan again: "What about you?"

Song Yan: "..."

I don't know why the more he listened to this conversation, the more strange it became, so he didn't really want to participate.

But his aunt's love is obviously not for him to resist, so he can only bite the bullet: "I heard it."

The aunt finally left satisfied.

Xia Zhiye turned his head to look at Song Yan, and smiled ambiguously and lazily: "Come on, classmate Song Yan, in order to be responsible for you, let me carry you up?"

Song Yan sent him a word coldly: "Get lost."

Then leaning on crutches, he prepared to rely on his own efforts to climb the insurmountable peak of the sixth floor of the dormitory of Nanwu No. [-] Middle School.

However, at the first step of climbing, there was a "snap" sound, and the hospital's old wooden crutches cracked.

Song Yan: "..."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

The latter couldn't help laughing out loud: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Which room, I'll help you up.

The former threw away his crutches expressionlessly: "616."

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "The room number is good, very auspicious."

Lucky ghost.

If it's really auspicious, it won't be so unlucky.

With a stinky face like a mourning concubine, Song Yan took Xia Zhiye's hand and limped up to the sixth floor with strength.

Logically speaking, he didn't think it was Xia Zhiye's fault.

After all, I just invited myself to a meal, and I didn't expect to meet a gangster. After encountering a gangster, I thought of calling the police, which would attract firepower and sprain my feet.

In the whole matter, there was no fault of Xia Zhiye's subjective will at all.

But Song Yan felt that he and Xia Zhiye probably had a natural incompatibility, otherwise they wouldn't have gotten into a fight as soon as they met, and even made themselves temporarily disabled.

What's more, this person still has some brain problems.

So out of the instinct of cherishing life and IQ, Song Yan decides to stay as far away from Xia Zhiye as possible.

It's better to be far enough away that we can never communicate with each other forever.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that one day I can't help it, and people will die.

Thinking about it, when he reached the gate of 616, Song Yan took the schoolbag from Xia Zhiye and saw off the guest indifferently: "Here we are. Thank you. Go slowly. I won't send you off."

However, Xia Zhiye stood still, motionless.

Song Yan raised his eyelids impatiently, suppressing his temper: "You don't need to go back to sleep?"

Xia Zhiye lowered his head and looked at him: "I want to go back to sleep, but..."

"Let the fart go."

"The door is blocked."

"?"

"I can't be rough on the injured."

"..."

"So can I trouble you to let me open the noble door of 616 first?"

"........."

Just kidding, Song Yan wanted to weld the door to death.