Paranoid academic gods are always poor

After Lao Wang's class was over that day, he took out a few sheets of paper that were full of writing, "I want to praise Song Ye, my ideological consciousness has improved a lot. As for occupying the bottom one position all the year round."

Song Ye was already accustomed to his eccentricity, so he raised his eyelids, glanced at the podium, and continued to close them.

Lao Wang was so angry that his head hurt, "First of all, we must get rid of the bad habit of falling asleep as soon as class begins!"

Immediately afterwards, another announcement was made, "In order to improve the grades of our class, I tried my best to finally invite the number one in the grade to share my experience with you. In the next few days, classmate Pei will come over for self-study class, and then I will study how he got the grades in the exam. Excellent result."

As soon as the god of learning was mentioned, the classroom suddenly became lively.

"Is it possible for us to learn the achievements of the god of learning?" Zhao Jingming felt that Lao Wang had nothing to do.

Seeing the excitement on everyone's faces, Lao Wang said angrily, "The school committee posted these two self-criticisms on the front, and everyone urged them to correct themselves!"

Zhao Jingming shouted: "This is not good!"

As soon as Xue Shen entered the door, he saw the self-criticism written by himself. Do you think he would turn around and leave?

Old Wang thought he knew the shame, and snorted coldly: "It's nothing wrong!"

"Brother Ye, don't sleep! Think of a way!"

Song Ye lazily said, "Isn't it a good idea to post it? Let Pei Hanmo feel the respect that Lao Wang has for him."

"Brother! That's not a commendation column, it's a public execution!"

Zhao Jingming said that he was tired, but Song Ye was still unmoved. He didn't care about losing face at all, so he changed the subject, "Will Uncle Zhang bring you lunch at noon?"

"Do not."

"That's just right. I'll order hot pot at noon. Are you interested?"

Song Ye looked at him like an idiot, "Eating hot pot in the classroom?"

Zhao Jingming explained: "It's just a simple hot pot, try it when it's newly opened."

"Not interested." Song Ye lay down again.

"Then what do you want to eat, don't tell me you want to go to the dining hall, you didn't even look down on that place before..."

Not to mention, Song Ye really wanted to eat the dishes in the hall, especially the ones that Pei Hanmo ordered for him.

He took out his phone, found "Pei"'s contact, and edited a message.

"You said that there are too many people and the food is not fresh. Pigs don't even eat that stuff. I don't understand why people would go there to eat..."

Song Ye's phone vibrated, and he clicked on the gap in the chat box and asked casually, "I also said this?"

[It's your grandpa: I'm hungry]

[Pei: Come here. ]

Song Ye's original intention was to ask Pei Hanmo to help him cook, but he defaulted in his heart that the food cooked by Pei Hanmo was delicious, but he didn't expect the other party to be so good at it.

[It’s your grandpa: I want the fried beef, tofu and cola chicken wings last time]

The other party replied quickly [Don't be picky eaters. ]

"Tsk."

Zhao Jingming talked a lot. Seeing Song Ye standing up suddenly, he wondered, "Brother Ye, why are you going? Are you still eating hot pot with me?"

Song Ye waved his hands and walked out, "No, you can eat by yourself."

Zhao Jingming guessed: "I must have made an appointment with someone, and I smiled so happily!"

On the other side, Ji Shaoyu rushed over immediately after finishing his work, intending to observe what happened to Song Ye for a few days, but he only saw the sad Zhao Jingming.

"Why is it you? Where is Song Ye?"

"Go on a date."

Ji Shaoyu was taken aback, his brother even has a partner?But he didn't know anything, he couldn't find anything useful after asking Zhao Jingming for a long time, so he decided to wait for Song Ye to come back and ask himself.

If Ji Shaoyu stayed in the classroom, maybe he could still see Song Ye's "date".

At this time, Song Ye was sitting on Pei Hanmo's chair with ease, and the lunch boxes spread out on the table were filled with the dishes he had just ordered, and his index finger was twitching.

"How did you know I was coming?"

Not long after the message was sent, Pei Hanmo had no time to prepare the meals in such a short period of time unless they were prepared in advance.

Pei Hanmo: "Guess."

Could he say that he intends to deceive someone?I just didn't expect the prey to be delivered to the door by itself.

Pei Hanmo was in a good mood, especially after seeing Song Ye's satisfied expression, and when he heard the other party slyly say, "I don't think you are so skinny because you don't eat meat, this is for you not to be picky eaters", he said in a very good temper: "Okay. "

Song Ye took a bite of the ribs, and suddenly his arm was pinched, he turned his head to look at the culprit in confusion: "??"

Pei Hanmo calmly pinched it twice before withdrawing his hand, and said solemnly: "You eat a lot of meat, I want to know how strong you are."

It's pure nonsense with open eyes, not to mention that Pei Hanmo is half a head smaller than Song Yegao, and even his frame is bigger than Song Ye's, which is a typical way to look thinner and fleshy when undressed.And Song Ye's thin body looks even thinner, and his whiteness looks fragile. If it weren't for that delicate face that often hangs the corners of his eyes to look fierce, I am afraid that not many people would be afraid of him.

It's completely out of line with sturdiness.

Song Ye didn't have self-knowledge, and he put it on his chopsticks with a sense of competitiveness, "Wait a minute... come! Now feel it."

He lifted up his sleeves, bent his arms, clenched his fists hard, and his biceps bulged.

"See, this is a real man!" Song Ye was triumphant.

The white and thin arms looked fragile and easy to break, and the muscles of the upper arms added to the beauty. Pei Hanmo stared at it for a moment, with his palm covering it, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Song Ye was burned by his hot palm and subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but after all, he let it out by himself, so he endured it. After all, he was uncomfortable, and the left half of his body became stiff.

Suddenly Song Ye sensed something was wrong. Normally, isn't it just to pinch the muscles to see if the knot is strong?

Why are Pei Hanmo's fingers... rubbing back and forth?

"what's wrong with you?

Pei Hanmo withdrew his hand before he lost his temper, and did not forget to say: "It's very powerful."

Song Ye's tail turned up instantly, and he said proudly: "Of course! The main thing is to exercise. I will teach you how to play when I have time. Don't always stay in the classroom to study."

Thinking that he has the strength to be the first in his grade, Song Ye can't stop talking when he is happy: "Playing basketball can also increase the charm value. Zhao Jingming runs to the basketball court all day just to be handsome and attract girls to scream..."

Pei Hanmo suddenly asked, "Are you too?"

"Me? How am I like him! I'm already handsome!" Song Ye glanced at him strangely, talking as he spoke, what are you doing so close?

"Well, you are handsome." But since the first grader has admitted it, then forgive him.

But Pei Hanmo didn't stop approaching, and suddenly stroked Song Ye's cheek with his left hand.

Song Ye frowned: "What are you doing!"

Pei Hanmo looked indifferent, and withdrew his hand, "There are grains of rice on your face."

Sure enough, there was a piece of rice on the open palm.

Song Ye still felt it was weird, and muttered: "It's fine to just say it, why do you have to make a fuss..."

Pei Hanmo said obediently, "Okay, I will remember next time."

Song Ye groaned twice and continued to eat without looking at him.

After a while, Song Ye leaned back on the chair after eating and thought about it. His attitude towards Pei Hanmo was too bad. He didn't say anything when he worked hard to cook for him, but he was so fussy about such a trivial matter. He was so unmanly. If there is anything Pei Hanmo needs him to do, try to agree.

Just thinking about it, the opportunity came.exclusive finishing

Pei Hanmo threw the trash back and asked him, "Are you sleepy?"

Song Ye shook his head, now he can still play a few games, full of energy.

"There is a question, you can do the math for me, I'm not sure if the answer is right."

Song Ye couldn't believe it, looking at the number one in the grade, did you forget that I was the bottom one in the grade?

Let the penultimate one help you read the questions?

Lao Wang dare not even dream about it!

Song Ye directly refused: "I won't."

Pei Hanmo had just pulled out a booklet, when he heard this, he paused and looked up at Song Ye quietly.

Song Ye was inexplicably seen to be guilty. Just now, he wanted to treat Pei Hanmo better, but now he refuses to agree to any request, and he is not a real man.

But... He really can't solve the problem!

Song Ye avoided his gaze. When he saw the materials on the table, he felt a little familiar. Remembering that not long ago, the owner of the bookstore strongly recommended learning materials that could be reprinted, he asked uncertainly, "This is..."

"You gave it to me." Pei Hanmo looked very cherished, stroked the corner of the page with his slender fingers, and said with a gentle expression, "I didn't want to trouble you, but I don't know who else to turn to besides you."

That's right, Pei Hanmo has a withdrawn personality, he walks alone and has no friends, except Song Ye, a fan friend.

"This question is actually not difficult, but the result I calculated is different from the answer. I don't know if I made a mistake. I want to ask someone to help me..."

Pei Hanmo's tone was as cold as usual, but it sounded aggrieved in Song Ye's ears.

The information was sent by Song Ye, the answer may be wrong...

"I promise you!"

One minute later, Song Ye regretted it. People really can't make decisions on impulse, because they will regret it immensely.

At this time, he looked at the words in the book face to face, and he knew every word, but he didn't know what it meant when they connected it.

"Let me tell you the meaning of the topic first."

One sentence soothed Song Ye's irritability, listening to Pei Hanmo's cold and patient voice explaining, "Oh, I understand! It is to ask for the distance of the object falling to the ground!"

"Well, you are so smart! The formula you need to use to find the distance..."

Song Ye felt a little uncomfortable being praised, and pursed his lips, "I remember, you said it last time."

Originally thought he would not know the question at all, but after Pei Hanmo raised a few words, Song Ye actually calculated the final result by himself, and felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment in his heart, which cannot be brought by playing games.

"Quick, let's see what the answer is?"

Song Ye had long forgotten the reluctance at the beginning, and hated Pei Hanmo's slow movements. He turned to the end to find the answer, and suddenly frowned, "Why is it different from what I calculated?"

"You are right, the answer is wrong, and I have the same answer as yours." Pei Hanmo said.

Song Ye's face changed from cloudy to sunny, and he raised his chin like a tsundere little leopard, "That is, how could I make a wrong calculation."

After speaking, he yawned, and the drowsiness after eating gradually came to him.

He remembered that after lying down, someone's eyes seemed to stay on him for a long time, and when he woke up, he didn't see Pei Hanmo again.

The students in Class [-] were no longer surprised by his appearance, and accepted the fact that Xueshen had a good relationship with Young Master Song.

Song Ye felt a slight diaphragm under his arm, and when he raised his hand, he found it was a candy.

Familiar lemon candy.

The author has something to say: Pei Hanmo: Has your favorability increased today?

Song Ye: Don't ask me to do the questions to increase my favorability.