What kind of evil can a puppy have?

It was nearly ten o'clock when Yuan Ye went out, but he didn't get home until after eleven o'clock, and was scolded by his mother.

His mother, Ye Yilan, suddenly found out that the house was empty of soy sauce while she was stewing the braised pork, so she asked Yuan Ye to buy it. When he came back, the broth of the braised pork was all gone.

Ye Yilan snatched the soy sauce from Yuanye's hand, turned her head to salvage the pot of glistening meat, and muttered: "Aunt Luo's five-year-old grandson next door only needs 10 minutes to make soy sauce, and you can go there for an hour." , What? You bought it for me from the west of the city to the east of the city?"

Yuan Ye chuckled, "One hour from the east of the city to the west of the city is not enough."

Ye Yilan glared at him, and stirred the stew pot twice with a wooden spatula. The effect of the late-stage color correction was not satisfactory, and the corners of her lips curled up happily.

"Okay, get your dad out of the study and get ready for lunch."

Yuan Ye's father, Yuan Zhihe, is a junior high school mathematics teacher. During his vacation, he likes to study nature, such as flowers, plants, insects and animals.

Generally speaking, it is almost impossible to see other people during the day, but next month their school will be appraised as an outstanding teacher of the year. During this period of time, he will shrink back to study in his study during the holidays.

Wilderness said that he was persuaded by his father to come out of the study. A lot of reasons such as "not eating will hurt your health" are not as effective as "you will go crazy if you don't eat".

Ye Yilan filled Yuanye with a bowl of rice and it was still sticking out, Yuanye took it, "Hey, mom, how are you feeding pigs?"

Ye Yilan gave him a disgusted look, "Look at you, you are as thin as a monkey, whoever wants to raise a pig like you will die."

Unconvinced, Yuan Ye quickly rolled up his sleeves to show her his muscles, "We are very thin! We have all the muscles we want!"

Ye Yilan waved her hand, "Go, go, don't be ashamed of your chicken feet, they are not enough to cook."

Yuan Zhihe suddenly looked at his head and frowned, "What's the matter with your hair?"

Ye Yilan picked up the water spinach with her chopsticks, "You said that you are a father, and your son came back yesterday, and you only now realize that his hair looks like a dog gnawing on it."

Yuan Ye: "Wait a minute, Mom, there is no such metaphor in Dad's original words."

Ye Yilan poked at his bald side, which was shaved before, but now has short hair, "Look at this shaved one, Aunt Luo's dog may bite it twice, it may be better than this."

"........."

Yuan Zhihe asked calmly: "I remember you didn't just get your hair done on National Day? Why did you shave it?"

"I regretted it after dyeing that color, but you don't know the quality of my hair. It's too soft. I dyed my hair many times in a short period of time and it fell out. Fortunately, I shaved it directly."

If he wants to let his mother know that he got his hair done like this to chase a boy, he must have his bald hair plucked.

Ye Yilan: "If the hair quality is not good, don't dye it. Now the yellow thorns are ugly, and then the black hair will grow back, just like a rotten kiwi fruit."

Yuanzhizuru: "You have to be called a parent by the dean in our school."

Yuanye patted his head, half a month had passed since he had his head shaved, and although his hair had grown back a little, it wasn't too long, and it was still prickly.

"I think this is pretty good, youthful and handsome."

His mother and father showed the same disgusted expressions at the same time, and their eyes were full of: This kid's brain is broken, throw it away, let's go to the orphanage to adopt one.

Yuan Ye was startled and asked, "Is this ugly?!"

It doesn't exist. Although he turned his head back even more after he shaved it, Song Jingzhou never said that the hairstyle is not suitable for him... It seems that he didn't exaggerate?

Is it so ugly that Song Jingzhou is too embarrassed to say it?

Yuan Zhihe: "Ugly is not so bad, he has such a face, but he is not handsome, like a high school gangster, or the kind who specializes in stealing money from elementary school students."

Yuan Ye: ...Although, Dad, you are a little bit right.

Yuanye struggled until the evening, and finally couldn't resist asking Song Jingzhou what he thought of his hairstyle.

Don't work for a long time, do a free job.

He gesticulated in the mirror for a long time, and finally found an angle that he thought was very handsome. He took out his phone and turned on the selfie mode, and took a photo with a "click".

...Who is this unknown creature with a feces-yellow complexion, a basin-like face, and distorted facial features?

After working for another half an hour, he still couldn't take a satisfactory photo, so he had no choice but to take a half-face photo with the rear camera in front of the mirror.

Fortunately, I took a photo at the barber shop last time, so I can have a photo for reference.

Yuan Ye looked at the photo in the barber shop and then at himself in the mirror, turning left and right, and came to a conclusion.

Sure enough, handsome people and hairstyles look good!

So why did Song Jingzhou say that the tinfoil perm hairstyle is not suitable for him?

Can't figure it out, really can't figure it out.

He sent the two photos together.

[Yuanye: Which hairstyle do you think is more handsome? 】

After the message was sent, he was as nervous as waiting for his college entrance examination results, not daring to touch his phone, but his eyes were fixed on the phone next to the bed, waiting for the message notification tone.

After waiting for 5 minutes, he finally waited for the phone to ring. He couldn't wait to crawl over with hands and feet, grabbed the phone and took a look——

[Le Zaili: Brother Yuan, when will you come back tomorrow?Do you still bring the roasted pig's trotters made by your aunt? 】

Yuanye couldn't get out of his anger, and his fingers made a "slap" sound on the screen.

[Brother Yuan: Bring your grandpa! 】

Le Zaili, who was eating supper, felt wronged, didn't he just care about the wilderness, why was he scolded again?

[Le Zaili: Brother Yuan, be well-behaved and don't swear. 】

[Brother Yuan: I will bring your grandfather with me. 】

"..."

Wilderness was playing games while waiting for the news. After waiting all night for the news, Diao Chan's winning rate dropped by 2%, and she fell asleep unwillingly with a stomach full of anger.

He still couldn’t sleep soundly. He dreamed that Song Jingzhou was condescendingly leaning on him like a villain, and said contemptuously: “Your hairstyle is so ugly, you hang around in front of me like a fly that can’t be chased away. , or the kind of big-headed flies in the dry toilet."

Shocked by Yuan Ye, he woke up abruptly, looked around ignorantly and found that it was his bedroom, he was relieved, wiped his face, and subconsciously took out his phone to check the time.

The first thing he noticed was not the time, but two unread messages on WeChat on the screen.

[Song Meimei: Sorry, I went to bed too early last night, so I didn't see the news. 】

[Song Meimei: I think you are fine now. 】

Yuan Ye was a little confused, and looked through the historical records. It was only nine o'clock in the evening when he sent a message to Song Jingzhou yesterday. Did he go to bed so early?

Forget it, don't worry about the affairs of beauties, go to bed early and get up early to be healthy, so beauties can be more beautiful!

And the beauty said that his hairstyle is very good now!

Sure enough, there is an aesthetic generation gap with Yuan Zhihe and Ye Yilan, how can the hairstyle that the beauties agree on not be handsome!

***

Song Jingzhou added a thin windbreaker with a long collar to the outside of the sweater today. The shirt button was meticulously buttoned to the top, and the cuffs were also tightly buttoned.

Uncle Liu asked worriedly, "Why don't you ask for leave today?"

Song Jingzhou bent down and entered the sedan chair, and said calmly: "No need, hurry up, I'm going to be late."

Uncle Liu sighed and shook his head. Mr. Song was too ruthless, but Young Master Song was also the best, and insisted on going to school after all this.

Alas, it's better not to get involved in the affairs of rich people, just obey the rules.He sat in the driver's seat and started the car, sending Song Jingzhou to school.

Sure enough, the first Western economics field did not come, and Teacher Yang regretted for a while, saying that he had asked other teachers to borrow a small table for him to study.

Song Jingzhou suddenly thought of Yuan Ye's expression when Teacher Yang asked Yuan Ye if he was still coming after class last week. The corners of his lips raised a nice arc, and he wrote three words in his notebook.

"little stupid dog"

Yuan Ye didn't think about going to Western economics, so he slept until nearly ten o'clock, washed up and went to the playground.

When I arrived at the playground, I just rang the class bell, and it was the same as last week. I first ran around to do warm-up exercises, and after teaching a few Tai Chi movements, the rest of the class was free for most of the class.

It was cloudy before, but it was rarely sunny today, and Yuan Ye was drowsy sitting on the steps in the sun.

After finally waiting for Song Jingzhou and the others to move freely, they saw them walking outside the playground, Yuan Ye hurriedly chased after them.

Song Jingzhou has 16 classes a week, 9 of which are in the same classroom as Wei Ziyue, and he can spend 6 of these nine classes in the field, so now Wei Ziyue is not surprised to see him.

"Aren't you going to play football today?" Yuan Ye mixed in with them and walked side by side with Song Jingzhou.

The others were all from different colleges, had never seen Yuan Ye, looked at each other suspiciously, and asked Wei Ziyue who this person was in a low voice.

Wei Ziyue glanced at Yuanye, whispered in their ears, and then the eyes of those people turned from curiosity to admiration, and they almost gave Yuanye a thumbs up.

Song Jingzhou explained to him: "There are not enough people today, so I went to play basketball."

Yuan Ye counted their number and found five of them. The two brothers seemed to put Song Jingzhou's shoulders on their shoulders, "Take me one? We can play 3v3."

No one refused.

They were divided into groups with the palms of their hands and the backs of their hands, Yuan Ye, Wei Ziyue and a boy from the School of Materials and Electricity were grouped together.

Wilderness resentfully thought why he got out of the palm of his hand!

Wei Ziyue patted him on the shoulder, "Dude, how are your basketball skills?"

Yuan Ye thought for a while, "I can probably tell the level of my teammates."

Wei Ziyue: "..."

The person from the Institute of Materials and Electricity said: "That's all. Song Jingzhou is tall and he is good at playing. I know the other two. They started playing basketball in junior high school. There is no need to compare. The result is already there."

Yuan Ye let out an "oh" indifferently.

No one really plays basketball to win, right?No way no way?

Anyway, he just wants to be able to act with beautiful women.

Yuan Ye's description of his basketball level is not adulterated at all. He is useless except for being able to distinguish teammates and not pass the ball to the wrong person.

He did everything from dribbling overtime, running with the ball, and blocking the ball. He did it all without landing.

Song Jingzhou also played really hard, and his three-point long shot was as accurate as if he was aiming. At the end of the first half, the score between the two sides had become 34:2.

Yuanye and the others didn't even have a fraction of each other, and Wei Ziyue was lucky to score those two points.

10 minutes into the first half, with the last 30 seconds left, the ball was in Wei Ziyue's hands. He yelled and jumped up to shoot.

Song Jingzhou hurriedly took off to intercept, but he jumped too high, the ball hit his forearm and bounced back down.

Wei Ziyue punched the air in frustration, and said to Song Jingzhou complainingly: "Old Song, why don't you let us have the last ball? It's good to catch up with a fraction."

Song Jingzhou smiled, "There is no such thing as letting the water go in the competition."

Yuan Ye suddenly walked towards Song Jingzhou, frowning tightly, with a cold expression, and asked, "Going to buy water?"

Song Jingzhou hesitated for half a second, "Okay."

The person from the School of Materials and Electricity looked at the backs of the two of them, and said to Wei Ziyue, "Why did he buy water, as if 800 million was stolen."

"When he comes back, you can ask him."

"No, I'm afraid he thinks I stole the 800 million."

There was a vending machine 200 meters ahead of the basketball court, Yuan Ye and Song Jingzhou walked side by side.

Because Re Yuanye took off his jacket, he only wore a dark green loose short-sleeved shirt inside.

He looked at Song Jingzhou, and the other party also took off his sweater, but inside was a white shirt, which was so hot that his forehead was sweating, but the buttons and cuff buttons were all tightly buttoned.

"Aren't you hot? Roll up your sleeves." Yuan Ye said.

Song Jingzhou: "It's okay, it's not too hot, and it's easy to catch a cold if you take it off."

Yuanye stared at him for a while, but couldn't see anything from his face.

He grabbed Song Jingzhou's arm and exerted a little strength. He felt that the other party was stiff for a moment, and his forearm trembled faintly.

When the basketball brushed Song Jingzhou's arm just now, he noticed that Song Jingzhou was unnatural for a moment, as if he was enduring pain.

Wei Ziyue's ball was so strong that he could hold it with a finger, so he wouldn't have such a big reaction when he was rubbed.

Yuan Ye forcibly untied Song Jingzhou's cuff, grabbed the cuff and pulled it up, gasping for breath.

On Song Jingzhou's fair arms were criss-crossed purple bruises, spreading from five centimeters above the wrist to the cuff.

Yuan Ye's eyes turned red for a moment.