Paranoid academic gods are always poor

Song Ye even thought it tasted better than the sugar water made by Aunt Zhang at home. It was sweet but not greasy, and it was rare to show a pleasant expression, "It's delicious."

"I'll make you another flavor next time." Pei Hanmo said.

"You can add some pearls." Song Ye felt that it was inconvenient, took the cup and drank slowly, and added, "I want brown sugar."

Pei Hanmo chuckled lightly: "It's not sweet anymore?"

Remembering what he said when he was finding fault, Song Ye was annoyed: "Will you add it or not!"

Pei Hanmo: "Well, listen to you."

That's like talking.

"Hi! My surname is Pei! Do you think I don't exist?" The flower-armed man called the two of them back to their attention.

With this yell, the two of them looked over together. The double-layered appearance was too strong, and the flower-armed man was messed up.

Why is there another little boy?Which little boy looks better?

They're all so eye-catching, it's hard to choose...

Wait, isn't he here for a beauty pageant?

"My surname is Pei, you must give me an explanation today!" the flower-armed man looked at Song Ye and said.

Song Ye glanced at him, "Who told you that my surname is Pei?"

"No, it's not you?" The flower-armed man immediately pointed at Pei Hanmo, "It must be you! You stole my woman!"

Since he came to trouble Pei Hanmo, Song Ye wasn't angry anymore, and just watched a play like a curious baby.

Pei Hanmo didn't want to talk to the flower-armed man at first, but when he saw Song Ye's appearance, he couldn't help but explain: "I don't."

The flower-armed man said decisively: "You have! Last week, after my girlfriend bought milk tea here once, she came here every day to buy milk tea. She didn't even have the time to ask me to go shopping with her. Yesterday, she was still arguing about breaking up. , it must be you, a little boy, who seduced her away!"

Speaking of the latter, the flower-armed man burst into tears.

"..."

Song Ye said to Pei Hanmo: "You really..."

"I really don't know his girlfriend!" Pei Hanmo couldn't maintain his indifferent expression, and he almost swore to the sky.

Song Ye: "..."

In fact, what he wanted to say was "You are so miserable, this is obviously a scam on you", but now that Pei Hanmo took the conversation away, he was a little confused for a while.

"Don't you dare say you don't know her? She comes here on time at 06:30 every day in a floral dress..."

At 06:30, the wind chime at the door made a crisp sound, and a dazzling bright yellow beach dress appeared in everyone's sight.

The girl glanced around, strode over here, stretched out her hand and twisted the ear of the flower-armed man, and scolded, "What are you doing here! Are you trying to make trouble again?"

"It hurts, hurts... If I don't come, you're going to run away with someone!" The flower-armed man roared with tears in his voice, and it was hard for anyone who heard it to say anything.

"You fucking... what nonsense are you talking about!" The girl secretly glanced at Pei Hanmo, was stunned when she saw Song Ye beside him, and then apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this man is crazy, I'll take it back immediately and teach you a lesson. Sorry for the trouble..."

Then he twisted the man's ears and walked out, apologizing all the way.

"I won't go, and I won't go back until you make it clear."

"Believe it or not, I slapped you to death! I told you last week that I went to my cousin's shop to sell clothes, and you forgot? How dare you come here to catch the rape? Why did I break up? Didn't you tell me? It's not you I know how to play games all day..."

"Then why do you come here wearing such good-looking clothes every day?"

"The clothes were given to me by my cousin, what's your opinion? I'm in a bad mood recently, why don't you drink some sweets?"

"Don't, don't hit... I know I was wrong..."

This farce ended with the couple's departure. Song Ye was so dumbstruck by eating melons that he didn't know where to start complaining for a while, and asked blankly: "Will you feel better after drinking sweets?"

Pei Hanmo saw that he was very interesting, and couldn't help raising his hand to press the hair on Song Ye's head, and asked, "Are you in a good mood now?"

Song Ye nodded, and took another sip of the cup to bottom out.

Pei Hanmo nodded seriously, and said, "Drinking something sweet will definitely make you feel better."

Song Ye realized later, his almond eyes widened: "When did I say I was in a bad mood?"

"I never said that." Pei Hanmo shook his head, and recalled: "Who is it that troubles me as soon as I come in?"

"..."

Song Ye resolutely refused to admit it, "Who did that just now, who told you to hook up with someone else's girlfriend."

Pei Hanmo looked serious and pursed his lips, "There is no hookup."

"No, no." Why are you so fierce!

Seeing him turning his head away, Pei Hanmo thought for a while and changed the subject, "What do you want from me?"

"Of course it's—" Song Ye stopped in time. Can he say it if he came here to find fault?

His swarthy eyeballs moved, and he said, "Of course I came to ask you, are you satisfied with the gift I gave you?"

That appearance is arrogant and unworthy of beating, with a tone of "you have to be grateful", if ordinary people see it, they will definitely want to beat someone.

But Pei Hanmo is very human, he just thinks Song Ye is cute like this, he can't get enough of it, so he subconsciously followed him: "I like it very much."

Song Ye felt bored seeing him cooperate so much, "Forget it, I'm leaving."

"Wait—" Pei Hanmo's body was a step ahead of his brain, and he grabbed Song Ye's wrist before he could react.

"??"

Song Ye was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Oh, where to pay?"

"...I didn't mean that." Pei Hanmo was silent, "Take it as a gift in return."

Song Ye carefully observed his expression, and felt relieved when he saw that he was not stuck, "If the boss deducts your salary..."

Pei Hanmo interrupted him: "Add brown sugar pearls next time, right?"

Song Ye replied subconsciously: "Yes, I want a lot of pearls."

"I see, pay attention to safety on the road." Pei Hanmo sent Song Ye outside the door, and said goodbye very friendly.

Song Ye didn't realize it until he got in the car, "No, I haven't paid you yet!"

Uncle Zhang just started the engine, and said after hearing the words: "How can I do that, young master, let me pay for it?"

"No, my classmate bought me a drink."

Uncle Zhang didn't know why, so he drove seriously.

Song Ye thought silently, did Pei Hanmo regard him as a friend when he was young?

It's pretty good for him.

Song Ye can't be a person who doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, so he decided to...let's take one less sack.

The morning light sneaked into the room through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the fair and delicate face of the boy on the bed.

The air conditioner was rolled and rolled, and more than half of it was pressed under the feet, and the other corner was casually placed on the young man's slender waist, and the slender and straight legs just rested on the edge of the bed. A little further outside would definitely wake people up from sleep.

"Boom bang bang-"

The boy frowned in his sleep.

The sound outside the door continued.

"Brother Ye is waking up! Ye Song—Master Song, get up soon!"

A pillow flew toward the door panel and slumped miserably to the floor under the influence of gravity.

The young man was barefoot, with frizzy hair on his head, and his small face was full of irascibility. He slammed the door open——

"Oh, brother Ye, open the door and remind me..."

Who else could the familiar voice be, that idiot Zhao Jingming?

Ji Shaoyu, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, poked his head out from behind him and greeted calmly: "Good morning."

"Is something wrong?"

Song Ye looked at the two expressionlessly. If he couldn't tell the reason, then...

"Of course there is something! Brother Ye, your memory is worse than my grandfather's. We made an appointment to play basketball today, then to the Internet cafe, and finally to the bar." The last one was added by Zhao Jingming himself, "If you have such a busy schedule, you can go out early. over."

Ji Shaoyu explained: "The venue we often go to will be very sunny at eleven o'clock, and your skin will not be able to stand it."

Song Ye reluctantly accepted, but his anger still persisted when he got up, and he closed the door abruptly without saying a word.

Zhao Jingming looked confused: "This is..."

"Let's go." Ji Shaoyu went downstairs first and waited.

After a while, Song Ye also came down, changed into a black sportswear, and wore a headband of the same style, all his bangs were pulled up, and the domineering Young Master Song returned.

Zhao Jingming couldn't help but whistled.

"Is it Meng Jia?" Song Ye asked.

Zhao Jingming got up early in the morning to dress up, and just waiting for this sentence, excitedly wanted to shake Song Ye and shout, but worried that Song Ye would repent, so he could only gently remind him: "You have the contact information."

"?"

What's wrong.

Ji Shaoyu on the sofa closed the English vocabulary book, "Then let's go."

Song Ye's plan was perfect. The basketball court on Yongfu Road was located between two sports schools. There was a mix of fish and dragons, and they would fight if they disagreed. It was also a holy place for dating.This boy Zhao Jingming had too much of a filter for Meng Jia, and Song Ye wanted him to wake up earlier, so when he heard the suggestion to play basketball, he readily agreed.

I just didn't expect these two to be so early...

Not a single dog on the basketball court.

The muscular man with well-developed limbs was nowhere to be seen.

"Brother Ye, you are really awesome, this place is a good choice!"

Song Ye: "..."

He doesn't want to talk now.

They called a few rich second generations who usually had a good time, and they were all pulled up early in the morning. Their sluggish looks were in contrast to Zhao Jingming's.Meng Jia who was sitting by the side was his stimulant, he was the most energetic throughout the whole process, even Song Ye couldn't bear it.

Zhao Jingming grabbed the ball rashly, but he didn't get it like a silly dog ​​being walked by the ball.

Meng Jia: "Song Ye! Song Ye! You are the best!"

Zhao Jingming managed to get the ball, and made a steady shot from the three-point line. The ball flew directly to the outside of the court over the basket.

Meng Jia: "Song Ye! Song Ye! You are the strongest!"

Zhao Jingming took the ball that hit him head-on, and prepared for a three-step layup, wait... head-on?

Song Ye: "No more fights."

What kind of human suffering is this?He only came to Meng Jia when he was in a twitch.

"No, why don't you stop fighting if you're playing well?" Zhao Jingming was so bloody that he had nowhere to play.

The others rushed to Ji Shaoyu to get water to drink. They didn't want to fight for a long time. Zhao Jingming ran around like an Erha who demolished the house. Seeing the goddess was so excited that he couldn't even hit the ball. I don't know that she only likes Master Song ?

Seeing her holding the water and smiling like a flower in front of Young Master Song, Zhao Jingming... Where is he?

"Brother Ming is over there!"

The basketball hit the backboard again and again as if venting his anger, Zhao Jingming's eyes were red, and he exerted force with his hand, and accidentally missed it.

A group of strong muscular men were walking towards this side, and the leader was hit by the oncoming basketball.

Zhao Jingming woke up from his grief and quickly apologized.

The man's companion sneered: "If the apology is useful, what else do we need to do?"

looking for trouble?

One thing more is worse than one thing less, Ji Shaoyu pulled Zhao Jingming back, "Let's go, Brother Ye is getting impatient."

Zhao Jingming nodded, looked back at Song Ye, and found that Brother Ye, who had been waiting impatiently, was standing behind him at some point——

"You are the one who smashed it, don't you accept it?" No one can compare to Song Ye in terms of arrogance, "Just do it."

Zhao Jingming was moved: good brother, forever!

Song Ye heaved a sigh of relief: It's finally here.

The author has something to say: Song Ye: This trip was not in vain, Zhao Jingming's stupid dog finally played a role.