Paranoid academic gods are always poor

Going to the dining hall, Zhao Jingming witnessed Pei Hanmo's unusual treatment of Song Ye, Xueshen asked the young master to sit down and wait, and then went to line up for dinner.

Zhao Jingmo, who was also queuing up for dinner, saw Song Ye and Xueshen sitting face to face and had already started eating. He said excitedly, "Look what I got! Brother Ye, you haven't tried the beef in this cafeteria, have you? I heard that beef is the hardest to beat, and it was sold out a little later, so I paid a lot of money to exchange it with someone..."

Zhao Jingming praised himself for his wit. Halfway through the speech, he realized that the dish on Song Ye's plate was not beef?

"??"

"Why can you still get beef?!"

And twice as much as him!

This scene seems familiar...

Song Ye raised his chin towards the opposite side, "He called me."

Pei Hanmo often works part-time here, so he must know where to order fast and delicious food.

Zhao Jingming is in a complicated mood, is he not rich enough?

No!He is not worthy of the careful care of the god of learning!

Zhao Jingming wanted to cry, but he didn't even look at the brother Cai Ye who he had worked so hard to call. He kept looking at the opposite side. Before he could speak, Xueshen was very considerate and gave him a big piece, "This tofu Well done, would you like to try it?"

"Yeah." Song Ye nodded "begrudgingly". It was Pei Hanmo's initiative, not his request. Then he took a bite of the small expression and said he enjoyed it very much. He said without restraint, "I'll exchange you with broccoli."

Pei Hanmo saw through his small mind that he didn't want to eat food, and refused, "Don't be picky about food."

Seeing this, Zhao Jingming hurriedly said, "Brother Ye, I will trade with you! This Coca-Cola Chicken Wing is well done."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece and prepared to put it on Song Ye's plate. The sauce and rice grains covered the chopsticks, and Song Ye lost his appetite when he saw it.

"No."

"..."

Pei Hanmo once again used a piece of tofu to grab Song Ye's attention, "Finish it first, and I'll make it for you next time."

Zhao Jingming suddenly felt that it was too much for him to sit on the sidelines, not even worthy of serving food, and he really fell out of favor.

After eating, Zhao Jingming expressed that he didn't want to see Pei Hanmo for the time being, and went back by himself, while Song Ye stood at the entrance of the canteen, and when Pei Hanmo came out, he finally couldn't help asking, "Do you really want me to change my homework?"

"En." Pei Hanmo glanced at him, as if he wanted to see traces of trying to repent.

Song Ye was immediately annoyed, does he look like a person who backtracks on his promises?

But at the same time, he was relieved. Since Pei Hanmo wasn't worried, what else was he worried about?Anyway, he couldn't be held accountable.

A lot of students stayed in the classroom at noon, but it was very quiet, and everyone was immersed in their studies.Song Ye heard from Ji Shaoyu that, except for Pei Hanmo's perverted grades, everyone in the first class was similar to other classes, but there was a work-study student in the class who was able to take the exam and throw them a long way away, which naturally aroused everyone to study. With great enthusiasm, they race against time to learn, for fear of being too far apart.

Ji Shaoyu knew that it was temporarily difficult to surpass Pei Hanmo in the usual exams, so he found another way to join the competition class, intending to regain his confidence in another field.Of course, if Pei Hanmo did not participate, otherwise, I am afraid that instead of regaining confidence, he would be taught to be a man again.

Song Ye had no acquaintances in the first class except Ji Shaoyu, and Ji Shaoyu was not in the classroom while he was taking a competition class. He followed Pei Hanmo into the classroom and felt the atmosphere inside freeze instantly.

The title of school tyrant is not something to be called indiscriminately. In front of unfamiliar people, Song Ye's image is that if you don't agree with each other, you will fight and control who you are.In fact, the corners of his eyes droop when he is expressionless, and his delicate facial features are tinged with a sense of indifference, giving people a feeling that he is not easy to mess with.

As a result, everyone thought that Song Ye had come to trouble the Xueshen.

Seeing Song Ye follow Xue Shen all the way in, they were afraid that their frail Xue Shen would be maimed suddenly, so they paid attention to the movement there.

I didn't expect that the conflict didn't happen, but the relationship between the two was quite harmonious, like...friends?

"Did you switch seats?"

The last time I saw Pei Hanmo sitting in the corner seat, he was so lonely that he had no friends, now he wants to join the group?

Pei Hanmo took him to the third table from the bottom and explained: "The seat arranged by the teacher."

So the teacher couldn't understand his loneliness and arranged for him to be at the same table?

Song Ye thought that his deskmate would face a cold face every day, and thought it was funny. He just laughed a few times, and found that everyone in the classroom looked over. study status.

"Why don't they dare look at me?"

Song Ye found out why the atmosphere in the classroom was weird since he came in. It was still very quiet, but it was too quiet, not even the sound of flipping books. It seemed that everyone was trying to reduce their sense of presence.

Pei Hanmo sat at the same table with a calm expression: "Maybe you are too good-looking."

Song Ye was skeptical, scanned the classroom, and found a few girls secretly looking at him, and accepted the reason: "Your classmates have never seen me so handsome, it's normal to take a few more glances."

Pei Hanmo got up suddenly and said to Song Ye, "You sit inside."

"..."

Definitely jealous of his flourishing beauty.

Song Yeda didn't care about it, he changed his position quickly, and tapped on the table boredly, "Did you bring your homework back?"

He remembered that the pile of homework was still in the office, so what did Pei Hanmo want him to do.

The other party took out his notebook and was writing something on the blank page. After a while, he pushed it in front of Song Ye. Song Ye was puzzled: "What is this for?"

Pei Hanmo said: "If you want to correct the questions on the physics homework, you must first learn to do this question."

Song Ye: "??"

So you fucking tricked me into doing the quiz?

Song Ye quit, stood up too quickly, and there was a sound of the chair being pulled back, and the other people who were always concerned about the movement here looked over, with vigilant eyes, ready to go up to fight at any time.

They were also scared when they heard that Young Master Song fought very hard!

The person closest to Young Master Song was calm and composed.

As expected of a god of learning!

In Song Ye's world, he never had the option of learning. After standing up, he wanted Pei Hanmo not to waste his time. How could he do the questions...

Pei Hanmo looked up at him, and said lightly: "Sure enough, you still regretted it."

"!"

As if he was sure he would regret it.

Song Ye suddenly became upset, can he be blamed for this?It was only Pei Hanmo who could be blamed for not speaking clearly.

"Then you go." Pei Hanmo stopped looking at him, took out a test paper and started to do it by himself.

Song Ye was very uncomfortable being held up and down, let's go, it proves that he has turned his back on his promise, let's not go...

How the hell can you learn it!

In the end, Song Ye still sat down. Young Master Song taught him to be responsible for his words and deeds since he was a child, and he definitely didn't agree to see Pei Hanmo's lonely figure too pitiful.

"Tell me!" Song Ye threw the notebook over, and he could still see the awkwardness of reluctance on his tightly wrinkled handsome face, staring at the notebook as if he was facing a big enemy, as if he was about to jump up and fight in the next second .

If only it were as easy as fighting.

Song Yeye had nothing to love. Seeing Pei Hanmo writing and drawing on the notebook, the numbers written by the handwriting with clear bones were smooth and pleasing to the eye.

Song Ye suddenly said, "Don't write love letters in the future."

Otherwise, Meng Jia would see nothing. She likes good students who can fight. Her definition of a good student is a bit strange, as long as the handwriting is good-looking.

Song Ye was required to learn calligraphy since he was a child, and his handwriting would not be so ugly. When he first entered school, he wrote a serious review for the first time. Lao Wang almost thought that what he received was a calligraphy entry, and lamented that Song Ye had just made a mistake for a long time. , thinking that he should correct himself and start a new life, so he kept a close eye on him all day long, until Song Ye's handwriting turned into wild cursive before it stopped.

But Meng Jia somehow saw the self-criticism written for the first time, which satisfied her only second hobby, and it has been out of control ever since.

Looking at Pei Hanmo again, he can't fight and his handwriting is ugly, no wonder he can't catch up with Meng Jia.

Pei Hanmo stopped writing, did not ask him why, but asked: "Have you ever written a love letter?"

"Of course not!" Song Ye can't be blamed for being narcissistic, since he has had too many suitors since he was a child, "I am the only one who writes love letters to me."

I thought I would see Pei Hanmo's envious and jealous expression, because every time he received a love letter, Zhao Jingming would be envious and jealous, but who knew that Pei Hanmo really looked jealous...but he couldn't see envy!

And the gentle face just now turned cold instantly, and even pulled the notebook and stopped talking, "I'll give you a formula."

Song Ye became interested immediately, observed Pei Hanmo's expression, and teased, "Are you jealous?"

Burning with jealousy, the mask Pei Hanmo used to cover up almost cracked, and the fingers holding the pen turned white.

He heard Song Ye say again, with a very proud tone: "Actually, you don't have to be jealous of the many love letters I receive. Although you are not as handsome as me, you are still fine. As long as you are not so... so cold, there must be girls who like it." Yours."

Pei Hanmo's tight string was loosened, and he really couldn't expect Song Ye to have other ideas.

But he couldn't help but ask, "Where are the boys?"

"Ah?" Song Ye thought he was asking about the girls sending love letters on their own initiative, "It's best for boys to take the initiative. Girls are more timid. If you don't really like you, you won't take the initiative to send love letters. If you have someone you like Can--"

Song Ye thought that his handwriting was not good, and he couldn't just say that Meng Jia likes good-looking handwriting. Playing, using... For a long time, I have been able to build a good impression in front of my sweetheart, and we have been together naturally."

No progress has been made for such a long time, and Song Ye can't bear to see it.

What's the use of good grades, it's not just as stupid!

Just as he was thinking, a slender and beautiful hand spread out in front of his eyes, on which lay a delicately packaged candy.

Song Ye was inexplicable: "What are you doing?"

"Give you."

Get a good impression.

The author has something to say: Song Ye: Are you chasing me with the skills I taught you?