August in the south is always sticky and hot with humidity.
A hole was torn in the clouds, the torrential rain fell hysterically, the wet gray flooded between the sky and the earth, and the corridor was filled with dull darkness.
There were more girls passing by.
"Hey, I haven't seen that boy before, is he a new transfer?"
"It should be. I saw Liu Deqing go to pick him up at the school gate this morning."
"I saw it too, it's still a Beijing-A Maybach."
"Damn it, why can't this rich second generation come to our school?"
"The grades are so poor that I can't keep up with other key high schools. But whatever, it's fine if he looks good."
The object of their whispered discussion was standing in front of the corridor outside the Academic Affairs Office at the moment, and the blue-gray sky light fell straight on the face along the eaves.
It's really nice.
Thin and tall, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, it looks like even a living waste thrown into a talent show can debut on the spot.
It's just that I don't know whether it's because the forehead hair is too long and the eyes are drooping, or the complexion is too pale. In short, the whole person has a sense of coldness that strangers should not get close to, which is not very attractive.
"Small annoyance."
Someone called him.
The boy looked back casually.
It was a young and elegant woman who called him. She just came out of the Academic Affairs Office, and her tone was gentle: "I have already agreed with Director Liu. I will find him in the future if I have anything to do. I will take care of you. It's just raining today." Traffic jam, if Auntie doesn't leave, I may not be able to catch the plane. I have to sign up for Lele tomorrow morning... "
"It's okay, I can go to the dormitory by myself."
Song Yan flatly interrupted the apology behind her.
In fact, as a stepmother, Tan Qing left her biological son Song Lele alone at home, and traveled all the way to Nanwu City to transfer his stepson to another school.
After all, he was better than his own father who never showed up except for calling and cursing from the beginning to the end.
"It's not that your father doesn't care about you, it's just..."
Probably Tan Qing also felt that this kind of comfort was a bit too hypocritical, so he didn’t continue in the middle of the sentence, but just took out a black card and handed it to Song Yan, “Your father’s secondary card, he said that you are living alone outside now, materially Don't embarrass yourself."
This is what she made up now.
Song Yan used to have two different aunts for washing and cooking when she was at home, and she was basically picked up by a driver when she went to school.
Now that a person is sent to a boarding school in a public school that is not even considered a prestigious school, Tan Qing didn't think that the young master could endure the hardship, so he said something extra: "Xiao Yan, as long as you give it to you Dad apologizes, admits his mistake, and it's over, there's no need to come to this kind of place to suffer."
Song Yan casually stuffed the card into his pocket without saying a word.
After all, Tan Qing didn't want to say much, sighed, and after a few symbolic instructions, he hurried into the car under the driver's urging.
The Maybach's expensive taillights quickly disappeared under the splashing rain in Nanwu City.
Song Yan bowed his head and entered "Nanwu No. 3 Central and Western District Dormitory Building 1" in the Gaode map.
Generally speaking, there should be no need for navigation to go from the gate of a school to its student dormitory, but Nanwu No. 3 Middle School is an exception.
This school has been famous for being small and dilapidated since the beginning of its history, but it has survived the baptism of the changing times for a whole year, and it has to be expanded due to the surge in population.
But the school is located in the old city, surrounded by residential buildings, and the Education Bureau couldn't afford the money for the demolition. So after the expansion of the teaching building, they had to demolish an illegal building a few hundred meters away from the campus, and barely built a dormitory building.
Fortunately, it is not far.
Song Yan glanced at the "current distance of 800 meters, estimated duration of 10 minutes" displayed on the map, and put away the phone.
Holding an umbrella in one hand and pushing the suitcase in the other, listening to the voice navigation in the earphones, she walked slowly outside the school gate.
The old street outside the school gate is crowded with low old residential buildings.
Upstairs, the window sills are covered with long poles, hanging scattered clothes that you forgot to take home. The snack bar downstairs has tables and chairs lined up, and men sit on the curb with bare arms and play cards. Children with snotty noses scurrying around.
To put it bluntly, it has a strong smell of fireworks.
To put it bluntly, the five elements lack urban management.
Song Minghai decided to transfer his own son from the most expensive private school in Beijing to this public school with an average environment and a rate of less than 50%. The meaning of exile is also obvious.
Song Yan himself thought it was okay.
Anyway, it doesn't matter where they go to school, and their father and son living separately may make some contributions within their ability to increase the average life expectancy in China.
But this doesn't make him put a friendly filter on the city he is in now.
After he turned left and right uphill and downhill for the uncountable number of times, and then turned left again and narrowly avoided the splash of water from a speeding bicycle, his pretty little face was so cold that it could freeze ice.
Just when the incoming call interrupted the voice navigation, Song Yan raised her hand and tapped the AirPods twice impatiently.
Immediately, Shen Jiayan howled like a pig from the earphones: "Old Song!!! Did you really transfer to another school?!"
Song Yan considered whether to hang up directly, but the other end of the phone had already started to cry loudly: "My Yan'er, what should I do if you leave? Whose copy will I copy for the school exam? If I fail the exam, my mother will kill me." My, woo woo woo..."
Cry heartbreakingly.
Song Yan showed no mercy: "Then congratulate Auntie in advance for losing an unfilial son."
Shen Jiayan blew his nose: "You are not human."
Song Yan was very polite: "Thank you."
After a brief quarrel, the other end of the phone returned to seriousness: "But can you really survive going to such a far place alone?"
Song Yan replied very concisely: "I have normal intelligence."
"No, that's not what I meant." Shen Jiayan hurriedly explained, "I mean, you didn't come to class for the last two months of last semester, what if you can't keep up with the progress? Or what if you get anxious and get sick again? What's more, with your young master's temper, you can't wash your clothes, you're picky about food and clothing, you have a bad temper, you're tough, and you don't want to be beaten, what would you do if you were beaten to death outside without me supporting you?"
Song Yan: "..."
Shen Jiayan: "..."
After a brief silence, Shen Jiayan realized that he seemed to have accidentally said what was in his heart: "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back."
Song Yan didn't bother to talk to him: "Okay, just hang up if you have nothing to do, it's inconvenient for me to be outside."
"What are you doing strolling outside?"
"On the way to the dormitory."
"Oh, then you should pay more attention. I saw that your No. 3 Middle School post said that your dormitory building is extremely difficult to find. And you know the place in Nanwu. The 2D map can't fit its violent traffic plan at all, and it's easy to get lost. "
Song Yan felt that he would be no different from an idiot if he could get lost in the 800m and 10-minute distance by following the navigation. He turned the corner and said, "Don't worry, I'm not..."
Before I could say the word "you" after "no", I unfortunately found that the road in front of me didn't seem to be a road, but a dead end for garbage.
Song Yan had a premonition that it was not auspicious.
Stopped, took out the phone, touched the screen, and saw the row of clear characters at the bottom of the screen—[The current distance is 1.4 kilometers, and the walking time is estimated to be 15 minutes]
Question: It is known that the estimated walking time is ten minutes, and Xiao Song's actual walking time is ten minutes, so how many minutes are left
Answer: Fifteen minutes.
Xiao Song himself: "..."
Just fucking outrageous.
Shen Jiayan on the other end of the phone was still chattering: "What isn't it? What's the half of the sentence? Hello? Hello! Hello! Where is the person? Where did he die? What happened..."
"Nothing. Arrived. Hang up. Beep—"
"... What's the matter... Fuck! Song Yan, you fucking hung up on me again! You will be beaten outside like this!"
Song Yan didn't hear the second half of Shen Jiayan's roar.
After hanging up the phone and confirming that I followed the navigation just now, but I did go farther and farther, I turned off the navigation and prepared to call a car outside the alley.
As soon as he took two steps, he was blocked.
A boy holding a black umbrella was standing at the entrance of the next alley with his back to him.
He was tall, over 1.85 meters tall, and his blue and white school trousers were a bit short, forcing his thin and sharp ankles to appear, making his legs look too slender.
Opposite the long-legged brother stood four or five social brothers with colorfully dyed hair. The visual effect was probably that a row of feather dusters had become fine, or the kind who practiced killing life.
Song Yan has no interest in this kind of struggle between bad boys.
Unfortunately, they blocked the only way out, and Song Yan is a person who hates communicating with idiots.
So he chose the latter without hesitation between the options of "talk nonsense to the feather dusters" and "wait until one of them dies".
Hold an umbrella, stand where you are, and start watching the show.
Chicken Feather No. 1 entered the process first: "Hey, isn't it a coincidence that I can still meet Master Xia."
Chicken Feather No. 2 followed in time: "Speaking of which, you should pay back the money your grandma owes our boss."
Chicken Feather No. 3 turned her wrist twice: "Otherwise, her body might not be able to withstand our torture."
Chicken Feather No. 4 took advantage of the situation and made an extremely fierce horse stance: "Ha!"
Song Yan: "..."
Don't young and Dangerous people need employment qualification examination these days
It's no wonder that the boy with his back turned didn't even want to go through the process, but just said casually: "Okay, stop moaning, do you want to fight?"
The strap of the schoolbag hangs loosely on the right shoulder, the sleeves are rolled up to the elbow at will, and the back is not hunched over, but there is a lazy aura of "I look down on you" all over the body.
Even with the very real sleepiness in his voice, he seemed particularly in need of a beating.
The feather dusters couldn't bear it at all: "Hit them! Whoever is afraid of whom!"
Throw the umbrella and swarm up.
The long-legged brother suddenly raised his hand: "Wait."
Feather duster: "?"
Brother Long Legs: "I'll take a lethal weapon."
As he spoke, he took out a large wooden stick about forty centimeters long from his schoolbag, and knocked on the wall twice casually: "Okay, come on."
It looks pretty intimidating.
The leader of the red-feathered chicken stopped fearfully: "What are you doing?"
"My grandma's rolling pin."
"..." Fuck you.
Song Yan felt that this long-legged brother might be born to be beaten.
But I have to say that this long-legged man has slender limbs but is very agile, and his temperament is lazy but refreshing. There are not so many bells and whistles in fights, and his moves are extremely clean and neat.
Holding an umbrella with his left hand, his right hand can hit the vitals with a stick, and when he lifts and kicks his long legs, a feather duster falls down in response.
There is really no suspense in the scene.
In order to speed up the end of this crushing battle, when the red-feathered chicken, who had already fallen to the ground once, got up and planned to give him a fatal sneak attack from behind the long-legged brother.
Song Yan reminded without emotion: "Behind."
The long-legged brother kicked back, and the red-feathered chicken received a truly fatal beating on the spot, and fell to the ground clutching its unspeakable parts in pain.
The chicken-thrower smiled at Song Yan through the rain curtain: "Thanks, brother."
It's funny to laugh.
By the way, he laughed outrageously at the remaining four feather dusters: "Damn you! This kid actually brought a helper! Brothers, do it for me! Don't let any one go!!!"
Song Yan: "..."
None of his business.
However, the thin, pale and beautiful young man stood coldly in the rain, looking really easy to bully.
The gangsters rushed up like crazy.
Song Yan stood on the spot holding an umbrella with his right hand, and when the leader rushed over with a stick, he grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand, twisted it in the opposite direction, and then kicked hard at the hollow of his knee, and the person fell to the ground.
The nose bone hit the stone on the ground, blood gushed out instantly, and his face was forced to kiss the filthy stagnant water on the ground. Before he could get up, a foot crushed his back hard.
Song Yan stepped on someone, raised his jaw slightly, and said indifferently, "Continue?"
The rest of the feather dusters stood in place: "..."
Not really wanting to continue.
They are just ordinary jobless vagrants who work part-time and are not professional. If you look at them, you can't beat them, and they will continue to fuck.
But it's too embarrassing to say this, after all, they still have a place in the chicken coop.
Fortunately, the long-legged brother knew how much they weighed, so he squatted down beside the red-feathered chicken with a stick, and said slowly: "It's okay if you don't continue. But the little money my grandma owes you has already been paid back, you guys Isn't it a bit inappropriate to come and harass me so many times."
"You know what a fart! The old woman has to follow the rules of the Tao when she asks the borrowed money. Nine out of ten and thirteen returns, the interest can't be less!" The red-feathered chicken yelled out his occupation Belief.
The long-legged brother has a good temper, nodded and said: "What you said is not unreasonable."
As he spoke, he stood up, lifted his legs, and raised his arms, apparently intending to step on the red-feathered chicken's face, and use the rolling pin to open a scoop by the way.
The red-feathered chicken, who was still confident just now, immediately closed his eyes and hugged his head in fright, and blurted out: "Okay! Listen to you!"
Brother Long Legs: "Expand and talk about it."
Red-feathered chicken: "I'll tell our boss later that Mrs. Liu has already paid it off, so there's no need to urge me in the future. Is this okay for the head office?"
The long-legged brother put down his legs in satisfaction: "Isn't it okay if this is the case earlier? I was thinking that if you disagree, I will trouble the police uncle."
If you can risk your life in a fight, the gangsters are really scared when they hear the words of the police: "Don't, don't, Master Xia, it won't happen, it really won't happen, let's go now."
After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for the red-feathered chicken to speak, and set him up to run away.
As a result, I didn't pay attention when I was fighting, and I accidentally touched the severely injured place, and the red chicken immediately gasped in pain: "Fuck! Xia Zhiye! Why are you so ruthless, you little bastard!"
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "Sorry, I was not careful."
Well, you pay it back, a dignified man, you pay it back.
Looking at the dog-like face, the red-haired chicken couldn't help yelling: "Don't act like a baby to me! I don't like you! You said you have such a pretty face, and you would have made a fortune long ago by going to a rich woman to act like a baby. I'm afraid I still can't pay this little money... um... don't cover my mouth, let me say... um... "
The feather duster carried their leading brother who had lost his desire to survive and quickly disappeared into the ruthless rain in Nanwu City.
Xia Zhiye stood on the spot and watched the direction they left, silent, the young man's tall and thin back showed a little desolate and lonely in the rain.
Song Yan has never been short of money, but he also knows how strong a boy's self-esteem is at this age. It would be somewhat embarrassing to be exposed to such a desolate truth in front of his peers, and to be insulted by words like being a rich woman.
So I pretended I didn't hear anything, turned around and wanted to leave, but heard a sentence slowly coming from the fierce rain: "It makes sense..."
The tone is full of the approval of a long-time confidant and the feeling of sudden enlightenment.
Song Yan: "?"
What makes sense
Before he could react, he saw the lonely young man who should have been traumatized slowly turn his head, and looked at himself with a serious expression of wondering whether the end of the universe is Tieling or Songhua River: "You said my face... "
"?"
"Is it really worth it if it is listed in the sea?"
"..."
There is a truth to the fart.
Hope it's worth the money to cure your brain.