Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The moment Song Zui heard the voice, he turned his head awkwardly, not knowing why the Eastern European model he met last week was behind him.

In order to save phone charges, he turned off the phone and explained: "I'm not saying that you can't change to another person, but I'm just saying that you can't change to another one for the bonus points of the comprehensive test."

The other party raised his voice at the end, obviously not believing his explanation, Wu Zhen felt that the wind and rain were about to come and ran away, leaving Song Zui alone and helpless.

He has never dealt with the relationship with male models, and to be precise, he is not good at dealing with interpersonal relationships.

There was a long silence in the air.

The man interrogated calmly: "How many have you had?"

Song Zui had a feeling of being educated by his elders from the inside out, so he said solemnly, "Only you."

He Shanting looked at the young man in front of him and raised his eyebrows. At least he was raised by his side. Without him, there would be others. Regardless of whether it was a rebellious period or not, he had to break this fox cub back.

Aware of the gaze of the other party, the young man was not sure what to say. It seemed that there was something wrong with discussing the duality of waves and particles. He could only bite the bullet and say hello: "Are you also here to buy things? Do male models like you all rest during the day? work at night."

After he finished speaking, he felt a chill on his arms, and the other party twitched the corners of his lips: "Our male models need money for everything we say."

Song Zui didn't expect that even talking would cost money, and he was not worthy to breathe in the same air with the other party.

Out of the idea of ​​saving the man who lost his footing, and by the way to add credits through love and help, he still took out five yuan from his pocket: "Is this enough?"

"Next time it won't be at this price."

The young man watched helplessly as the man mercilessly took away the five yuan he held in his hand. He didn't waste time asking, "Are your parents in the Shanghai stock market?"

"died."

He Shanting's tone was casual.

If Assistant Fang was by his side, he would definitely remind the young boy He Shanting's parents that he was already 38 years old when he was born, and that his death at the age of 60 is not too unexpected.

Hearing that Song Zui closed his mouth, although he didn't talk much, but the picture flashed in his mind, his parents died at a young age, presumably to treat his parents, his eyes on the man were more compassionate, almost like Looking at the little poor.

"There's a discount ahead." The experienced man couldn't help telling the man, "Let's go quickly, we won't have anything if we're late."

He Shanting followed up leisurely.

This speed was too slow for the young man, he could run faster than a man on one leg, but for the sake of the two walking together, he restrained himself and walked slowly.

At first he was very reserved, but when he saw the yogurt sold at [-]% off, he immediately flew towards the freezer, He Shanting raised his eyelids, he finally understood why the boy was able to run so fast with two bags of rice on his shoulders.

Song Zui didn't know what He Shanting was thinking, there were so many people beside the freezer, he managed to squeeze out of the crowd with two boxes of room temperature yogurt worth RMB [-].

They left the freezer and went to the food area. The university has a subsidized canteen that is cheap, so he eats three meals a day in the canteen.

He took a large bag of Swiss candy from the shelf, and every time he completed the test paper with full marks, he would reward himself with one, and usually put two in his pocket.

"Do you still like sweets?"

There was no emotion in the other party's tone.

The boy hummed.

He actually doesn't like sweet things very much, but he likes the taste of Swiss sugar. It tastes sweet and sour in his mouth. He withdraws his thoughts and asks, "Aren't you going to buy something?"

Because of the discount, the supermarket was full of people, concentrated in the fresh produce area where the discount was the most intense, and the other party walked forward without saying a word.

When he turned his head and saw the man, he couldn't help being silent. The man passed by from the fresh food area to the import area, and saw him picking up the beef from the import area, with a vague dislike on his face.

500 yuan a box of beef.

360 for a small slice of Hoquefort blue cheese.

and a bundle of rye bread for 85.

The other party should not be a person who likes to help. He didn't directly ask for help the last time, but just stared silently for several times.

When the man picked up a pack of 490 yuan Russian caviar, he finally couldn’t help reminding: “With your economic conditions, you don’t need to buy caviar, you can buy ten yuan old godmother.”

He Shanting frowned when he heard the words, this was already the cheapest food he could accept, and the young man was still patiently persuading him: "It's cheaper to buy bread that is coming soon."

"You don't have to buy imported beef." He explained with numbers, "Imported meat is easily contaminated by bacteria, so it's better to go to the fresh food section to buy fresh beef that is slaughtered now. It only costs 80 yuan per catty, which is 420 yuan cheaper than your box. "

"How much money can I save?"

He Shanting's tone was indifferent, he didn't have the habit of compromising himself, he used whatever he liked for food and clothing.

Song Zui heard the digital curls curl up: "If you eat imported beef once a week, you can save 160 yuan a year by switching to fresh beef."

He Shanting, who usually only eats wagyu beef, looked down at the serious eyes of the young man, and walked to the fresh food area with a blank expression, and picked up a bag of bloody beef. The discount was only 70 yuan.

Yin Zihan was the only one in the dormitory. He was sitting at the desk under the bed, copying Song Zui's test paper, and he became impatient looking at the young man's scribbled handwriting.

Puwu’s teacher urged in the group, saying that if you don’t hand it in, the usual grades of the whole class will be voided, and if you don’t have the usual grades, you will definitely fail at the end of the semester.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up with the time, his pen scratched a long mark on the unfinished test paper. When he was at a loss, he saw that there was no name on the boy's test paper.

Looking at the boy's handwriting similar to his own, he suddenly had an idea, as long as he wrote his name on the paper without anyone noticing, wouldn't this paper be his?

Yin Zihan was already complaining about Song Zui, if it wasn't for the young man who didn't write the test paper for him, he wouldn't have fallen to the point where he couldn't catch up with his homework in a hurry.

He wrote his name on the test paper, and after finishing writing, he rushed to the teacher's office at the last second with his homework in his arms.

When Wu Zhen walked back to the dormitory, he saw Yin Zihan sitting on the bed in the dormitory and typing on the computer. He couldn't help but ask, "Have you finished your test paper?"

This time, the test paper was difficult and had many questions. He thought Yin Zihan would shake his head, but he heard a sentence: "It's finished."

"real or fake?"

Wu Zhen hung the bought things on the hook beside the bed.

"High score passed."

Yin Zihan took off his earphones and added, Wu Zhen clearly saw most of the blank test paper on the table, he pointed to the paper and asked suspiciously: "Why is your test paper here?"

Yin Zihan leaned down from the bed and snatched the test paper, and gave him a final look: "What's none of your business? Don't say things you shouldn't say."

Wu Zhen grew up in an ivory tower and had never had contact with people who were not connected with society. Although he was usually afraid of Yin Zihan, he knew how hard it was for young people to study every day, either in the library or on the way to the library. This week, the supermarket discount will not go out at all.

He didn't know why Song Zui paid so much attention to grades. Wu Zhen didn't say anything on the surface. He went to the toilet and closed the door and secretly called Song Zui: "I feel that Yin Zihan has tampered with the test paper. Maybe he wrote your test paper as His name is on!"

To his surprise, the voice on the phone was unusually calm, rationally telling him that Song Zui just didn't dare to argue with Yin Zihan, but it seemed that the young man didn't take this matter seriously.

Wu Zhen couldn't help persuading: "You should come back and have a look, maybe there is still a chance to make up for it. The teacher has not finished class at this time."

Song Zui walked out of the supermarket with He Shanting, he felt that if he didn't have his own supervision, the other party would not know how much money he would have spent.

At this moment, he received a call from Wu Zhen. Even if Wu Zhen didn't call, he would have to go back, because there were still foreign documents that he didn't read when he went shopping in the supermarket today.

After putting away the phone, the boy told the old man beside him, "I will let you know next time there is a discount in the supermarket. Don't spend too much money. Always save some pension money when you grow old."

He boasted that he spoke objectively and didn't understand what words offended the other party. He was too young to be so sensitive to old people.

At night, the heat of the summer was radiating, and the river wind was blowing on his wheat-colored face. He changed the subject: "By the way, I haven't asked you if you live here."

"Are you asking for my address?"

The man suddenly asked softly.

The boy nodded.

He memorized the comprehensive test score calculation table silently in his heart, thinking that he should be able to include love and assistance in the comprehensive test, but the next second he heard the man calmly say: "This is another price."

Song Zui: ...

He suddenly rejoiced that the other party was a wild model from Eastern Europe. If it was a capitalist, he would definitely be the kind of employee who dared to be angry and dare not speak out. He doubted whether he would pay wages.

The young man has the habit of keeping accounts every day. He puts his hand in his pocket and only has five dollars. He is very sensible and does not take out the five dollars in his pocket. He is poor and waved goodbye to the other party.

The man hummed casually, and Song Zui felt that the relationship between the two had improved under his guidance in the afternoon. He was still afraid to start a conversation at the bar last week.

He just took two steps forward with the things in the plastic bag, and suddenly stopped as if thinking of something: "I don't know your name yet."

He didn't even ask him his name.

After he said this, he regretted it. Given the other party's preoccupation, he might have to pay for asking his name. With only 20 yuan a day for living expenses, he really couldn't support such a high consumption.

Sure enough, the other party didn't make a sound. At night, his vision became poor and he could only see the faint light of the street lights. At the same time, his hearing became dull and he could only feel that the other party was approaching him step by step.

The distance between the two was extremely close, so close that he could even feel the man's warm breath on the back of his neck, as if stroking the sensitive skin little by little. For some reason, he always had a sense of familiarity.

The other party's slender index finger landed on his back, and before he could react, his fingertips were writing on his back, tickling through the thin shirt.

As the fingertips touched the skin under the clothes and trembled slightly, he could only feel what the other party was writing stroke by stroke——

It is a pavilion word.