Don't Pretend to be Poor with Me

Maybe it was because he was too unfilial to Song Minghai, that's why he was dispatched to Nanwu to accept Xia Zhiye's punishment.

After watching Xia Zhiye take out the key and skillfully open the door of 616, and take out a student ID card with the name "Xia Zhiye" from the drawer, the air around Song Yan can already directly greet liquefied nitrogen.

Xia Zhiye threw his pillow and quilt on the upper bunk, and carried Song Yan's unpacked quilt to the lower bunk: "Your legs and feet are not convenient, so let's stay on the bottom for now."

Song Yan stood motionless at the door.

Xia Zhiye turned his head: "What? Don't you want to be under me?"

Song Yan: "..."

This guy talks rubbish all the time.

"I'm not used to sleeping in other people's beds."

"Oh, then you can jump up on one foot and show me one."

"..."

jump your mother.

Xia Zhiye smiled: "Okay, don't be disgusted. I just changed the sheets and bedding today. They are new and clean."

Speaking of this, it would seem hypocritical to continue arguing.

But Song Yan has been used to being a nanny since she was a child. Even if she lived on campus occasionally, her aunt would come to collect and change clothes, sheets and quilts. Now she suddenly came to such a place where the living environment was not as good as before, and she was limping. , Do everything right with him everywhere.

No matter what, the quilt core just refused to get into the quilt cover obediently. After tossing for a long time, the quilt core and quilt cover were already tangled up.

Song Yan lost his patience and threw it away irritably, the unhappiness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows showed the young master's temper vividly and vividly.

Xia Zhiye leaned against the bed and looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but lowered his head and smiled.

Walk over, unfold the quilt, fiddle with it a few times, then pick it up and shake it, everything becomes ironed.

Put it on the bed, and said lazily: "In the future, if you encounter something you don't know, remember to ask someone to help. The mouth is long enough to use it."

As long as the mouth is long enough to eat.

With a sullen face, Song Yan jumped into the bathroom with a limp while leaning on the wall.

Each room in the No. [-] Middle School dormitory has an independent bathroom, which avoids the most embarrassing and annoying things for Song Yan.

However, when the changed clothes were habitually planned to be thrown into the laundry basket but ended up empty, the anxious mood came up again—without the aunt to collect and wash the clothes regularly, I can’t do it myself.

Song Yan gets annoyed just thinking about it.

After taking a shower, rub it casually, seal the underwear in a black garbage bag and throw it away, and stuff it in the dust bag if it doesn't fit, and plan to take it for dry cleaning tomorrow.

Then I didn't bother to dry my hair, so I lay on the bed and charged my phone.

As soon as the phone was turned on, Shen Jiayan's WeChat messages and missed calls flooded in frantically, and Song Yan remembered that he had called Shen Jiayan to report a false police report.

Moving his fingertips, he replied: [It's okay]

Back on the phone in seconds.

[The sweetest little milkberry in the world]: Shit, you scared me to death, I almost called the police, and then I thought about what happened, and you called me, didn't you think about it, so you didn't report it.

[YAN]: It's okay, a little self-aware.

[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: But did you see that Xia Zhiye in the afternoon?What about that idiot?Is it true or not that the legendary two-meter-tall, eight-pack abs, smoking a cigarette, hot head, black dragon on the chest, and more than forty girlfriends?

Before the word "fake" was sent out, the bathroom door opened with a "squeak".

Song Yan looked up, just in time to see Xia Zhiye coming out, wrapped in steam, wiping his hair.

He just took a shower and was wearing only a pair of loose gray pajama pants. His upper body was bare, his skin appeared healthy and fair under the light, and his superior figure with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs was also vividly displayed, and there was even a faint The mermaid line and neat eight-pack abs.

Wiping his hair, he realized that Song Yan was looking at him, and raised his eyebrows: "Why, are you amazed by my perfect body at the same table as you?"

Song Yan: "..."

Surprise your dad.

With a "snap", he slapped the chandelier switch on the head of the bed with his backhand, leaving that perfect body alone in the darkness.

Then he turned back to Shen Jiayan with a blank expression: [Really, especially the idiot]

·

Although Xia Zhiye was a bit of a fool, he had a good temper. He just smiled lowly and didn't care about Song Yan.

And he slept well, neither snoring nor grinding his teeth nor tossing and turning, hardly making any noise.

In the night when the summer heat is not over, it is dull and slow, like a suffocating tide.

After Song Yan counted thousands of sheep, he still couldn't fall asleep.

Finally sat up from the bed, hopped on one foot and moved to the suitcase, rummaging through the medicine.

After searching for a long time, I still couldn't find the familiar bottle of sleep aid. It seems that I forgot to bring it when I was packing up.

The medicine was imported from abroad, and he couldn't buy it outside as a minor.

Thinking of this, Song Yan became more and more bored and anxious.

After coming to Nanwu, he hasn't met a pleasing person or a pleasing thing.

He closed the box resignedly and was about to turn back when he saw Xia Zhiye climbing down from the upper bunk.

This person was obviously already in a deep sleep, and when he got up, he went straight to the bathroom without opening his eyes. He didn't see Song Yan at all on the way, so he saved the trouble of explaining.

Song Yan went straight back to the bed, covered the quilt, and continued counting sheep.

After only a few were counted, the bed behind him sank obviously, and then his back warmed up, and a heavy arm pressed up.

"?"

Song Yan turned his head and saw Xia Zhiye's magnified 360 five-degree face with no dead ends.

"..."

Breathing evenly, his face is serene, like a handsome dead pig.

Song Yan ruthlessly pulled off his arm, then slapped his face hard twice: "Wake up, I went to the wrong bed."

Xia Zhiye remained motionless.

Song Yan kicked impatiently again: "Wake up!"

Xia Zhiye remained motionless.

Song got annoyed and planned to push him down with the quilt, but as soon as he got up, Xia Zhiye buried his head in his neck and rubbed: "Mom, don't move, you're sleepy."

Song Yan: "..."

Who is your mother.

Just throw this person down from the sixth floor.

However, probably because the light coming in from the window was too gentle, it dazzled on Xia Zhiye's drooping long eyelashes, making his entire profile soft and docile.

The furry head rubbed against the skin of the neck, looking like a harmless and cuddly big dog.

Song Yan, who had been bored all day, suddenly felt an extremely peaceful feeling of powerlessness at that moment.

I watched in silence for three seconds: "..."

Forget it, caring for animals is everyone's responsibility.

So he resigned himself to his fate and lay back on the bed with his back to Xia Zhiye.

The people behind put their arms around his waist.

Song Yan also let it go, wrapped the quilt tightly, closed his eyes, and thought to himself, fuck it, sleep if you can, and pull down if you can't.

The overly warm heat on his back seemed particularly sticky on a summer night, but his sense of powerlessness, together with the smell of some citrus-based shampoo, slowly permeated his nerve endings, gradually paralyzing the irritability that belonged to the day and troubled.

·

The next morning, the two were awakened by a frantic knock on the door.

Song Yan woke up heavily, frowned, pulled the quilt over his head, and continued to sleep.

Xia Zhiye stood up and opened the door, and impatiently said to the two outside the door: "It's urgent."

"How do you talk, aren't Shang Huai and I afraid that you will oversleep and be late and be scolded by Liu Deqing?"

"That's right, Zhou Ziqiu and I have good intentions, and it's definitely not to ask you to borrow comics early in the morning."

Xia Zhiye has been fooling around with these two people since junior high school. He knows their virtues so well that he doesn't even bother to roll his eyes.

"Alright, thank you, Lord Xia!"

The two broke through the door and went straight to the target, but they stopped in front of Xia Zhiye's bed because they saw a leg protruding from Xia Zhiye's quilt.

A thin, white and straight leg.

The legs are straight and slender, the ankle bones are delicate and sharp, and the skin is set off by the dark gray sheets with a fragile and cold whiteness, and it is trapped in the soft fabric, which is really imaginative.

Zhou Ziqiu couldn't help feeling sad: "Xia Zhiye, how could you do this!"

Shang Huai was furious: "Exactly! How could you bring the girl back to the dormitory!"

"Did you know that even some literary websites don't allow minors to have sex with each other now!"

"You still do things that are inferior to beasts in real life!"

"You are simply irresponsible to each other!"

"It's still a ruthless trampling on pure love!"

The two were impassioned and righteous, as if they wanted to dip Xia Zhiye into a pig cage on the spot.

Then the quilt was lifted, revealing a beautiful and delicate face that was so smelly that it was about to be silenced on the spot: "Who the hell is a girl."

Shang Huai: "..."

Zhou Ziqiu: "..."

Although it is true that the average man's face does not look like this, this should indeed be a man.

They turned their heads to look at Xia Zhiye at the same time, with shock on their faces: "Old Xia, you fucking like this?!"

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Song Yan: "..."

There are idiots every year, especially this year.

Xia Zhiye gave each of them a look at their heads: "What kind of yellow waste is stuffed in their heads every day. This is Song Yan, a new transfer from our class. He shares the dormitory with me. He sprained his ankle, so I let my bed go." Give it to him."

Shang Huai happened to catch Song Yan's other leg in a plaster cast, heaved a sigh of relief, and patted his chest: "That's good, that's good, it scared me to death. I also think that if you really like this, I will We have to question whether our friendship for so many years is pure or not."

"Get out, even if I'm crooked, I don't like you guys." Xia Zhiye kicked out the door one by one, "Remember to bring me breakfast, two."

After saying that, he closed the door with a "bang", turned his head and said to Song Yan, "Let's go, get up and clean up, and send you to school."

·

Although the distance between the dormitory building and the teaching building is only a few hundred meters, according to Song Yan's injury and the geographical situation of Nanwu City, it is basically enough to win the Luding Bridge.

In addition, the location of the dormitory is too hidden, and it is difficult to take a taxi. When the two finally arrived at the school gate, they were already 10 minutes late.

Standing at the gate of the school, Liu Deqing saw Xia Zhiye from a distance, and immediately began to yell: "Why are you again! You are late on the first day of school, do you still take me as the dean seriously? Put it in your eyes? Review! You must write a review! Write a thousand... Hey, classmate Song Yan? Why are you here?"

"I hurt my foot, Xia Zhiye helped me."

"Oh, that's it, then it's okay. Between classmates, we should help each other, unite and love each other, Xia Zhiye, yes, the teacher will praise you verbally, go to class quickly."

"Okay, thank you Director Liu."

Xia Zhiye supported Song Yan and limped towards the classroom.

Song Yan asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Xia Zhiye: "It's nothing, I just feel that Director Liu deserves to have studied Sichuan Opera."

"?"

"It's nice to change your face."

"..."

is good.

But it was probably because Qin Qing managed well.

But unfortunately, not everyone is as good at change as Liu Deqing.

The first class in the morning was math class. The math teacher was Luo Wei, a grumpy old man over fifty years old. Seeing that get out of class was almost over, the two came late, so they were very angry.

Regardless of whether they were injured or not, they hung their throats and slammed the triangle board. They scolded the two for 5 minutes before ending with "one person has a [-]-character review" and let them go back to their seats.

As soon as I arrived at the seat, before my butt was warm, I was yelled at again: "Xia Zhiye! You are doing your summer homework!"

"Report to the teacher, it's done."

"Hand it in when you're done!"

"I lost it when I was done."

"..."

Luo Wei felt that his 30 years of experience in the industry had been insulted, and he pointed out the door: "You two stand outside for me! Add another [-] words to the review! Don't come back until you finish writing!"

Song Yan, who lay innocently lying on the gun: "?"

He decided to save him: "Teacher, I only have one leg."

"Give me one leg too!"

"?"

"Haven't you learned the golden rooster independence?"

"..."

Okay.

The two who had just entered the classroom supported each other and walked out.

The scene was quite sad for a while.

Song Yan felt that it was fine that Xia Zhiye didn't do his homework. After all, bad boys didn't do their homework, but could they be a little more reliable when making up nonsense, so as not to make the old man so angry.

Expressionlessly, he took out the pen and notebook from his bag, placed them on the window sill in the corridor, and was about to start writing, when Xia Zhiye poked him.

"If you fart, let it go." Song Yan didn't even lift his head.

Xia Zhiye: "Borrow a pen and paper."

"And yours?"

"lost."

Song Yan raised his head and found that Xia Zhiye's shoulders were indeed empty: "Where's your schoolbag?"

"It should be at the noodle stall."

Song Yan just remembered that last night Xia Zhiye only took his schoolbag in order to send him to the hospital, not Xia Zhiye's own.

So it's true that I lost my homework.

And if it wasn't for his foot injury, Xia Zhiye wouldn't be late this morning.

Song Yan turned around, with a cold expression: "I'll help you write your share."

"Don't." Xia Zhiye took out a pen from his pen bag without hesitation, and pulled a piece of paper, "The handwriting is different, and Lao Luo saw it later, so I have to write another copy, so I'll do it myself. And..."

Xia Zhiye is rare serious.

Song Yan tilted his head: "And what?"

"Furthermore, when it comes to writing a self-criticism, I think I'm the second in the whole No. [-] Middle School and no one dares to recognize the number one. If you write for me, you will definitely not be able to write about my demeanor, and it will damage my dignity in the literary world."

"..."

Song Yan swore that if he believed that Xia Zhiye would be serious again, he would be an idiot.

·

The two of them were not interested in math class either. They stood in the corridor and hadn't finished writing the five hundred words until after class.

I was holding a pen between my fingers, turning it around, admiring the scenery of Nanwu No. [-] Middle School, when someone behind me timidly called out "Brother Ye."

Looking back, he was a thin boy with small eyes and big eyes.

Song Yan felt that it looked familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Xia Zhiye glanced at the boy, put down the pen and paper, and lazily said, "Let's go, talk over there."

Song Yan has always adhered to the eight-character policy of "it's none of your business, it's none of my business". He has never been interested in other people's affairs, but he has been very keen in hearing since he was a child, so even if he didn't want to listen, the conversation between the two inevitably entered his ears.

The boy seemed to be called Zhang Mianmian, and his voice was very low: "Brother Ye, my mother told me that those people went to make trouble again last night, thanks to you."

Xia Zhiye didn't care much: "Small things."

"Oh, and also, your schoolbag was left at our noodle stand, and the contents inside were all wet. My mother said that it would be dried and sent to school for you today."

"Well, thank you auntie."

"If there's nothing else to do, I'll go back and read."

"Wait a minute, you take the 80 yuan first."

"No, Brother Ye, I can't borrow any more money from you."

"I told you to take it, so you can take it, and you can pay me back at the beginning of next month, otherwise Liu Yue will trouble you again if he can't collect his work fee."

"......."

"Okay, don't be a mother-in-law, I'll go back and write a review."

"Thank you, Brother Ye."

Song Yan's knuckles froze slightly as he turned the nib of the pen.

It turned out that Xia Zhiye insisted on taking himself to that noodle stall for dinner yesterday.

It's no wonder that this boy looks familiar. Now that I think about it, he looks almost exactly like the noodle shop owner's wife.

Thinking of the scene yesterday morning when Xia Zhiye was blocked by gangsters asking for debts at the door of his house, and the old man and the young orphan in the palm-sized yard, Song Yan suddenly felt that this person didn't seem so stupid.

Although the family environment is a little more complicated, the teenagers with bad manners are a little bit, and the brain circuits are a little neuropathy, but at least they are fundamentally positive.

Even Song Yan felt that if Ruan Tian wanted them to help each other learn, it would be fine.

After all, knowledge changes destiny.

Xia Zhiye might be able to rescue him.

Thinking about it, he turned his head and planned to ask Xia Zhiye what was the arrangement behind him.

As a result, when he tilted his head, he saw the self-criticism in front of Xia Zhiye, which read eloquently:

"Last night's rain was as heavy as the day when Yiping went to Lu's house to borrow money, and my tablemate who was as sharp and beautiful as Yiping accidentally lost his thorn in the wind and rain. So as Nan Wu The most handsome, unrestrained, honest and kind-hearted classmate in No. [-] Middle School, I, Xia Zhiye, decided to act bravely and be a hero to save the beauty..."

Song Yiping, who accidentally lost her thorn and was rescued by the hero: "..."

He felt that the self 30 seconds ago might have been possessed by Grandma Qiongyao, so he felt that Xia Zhiye could still be saved.

After all, knowledge can change fate, but it cannot create medical miracles.