No wonder Xia Zhiye reacted that way when he got the learning materials.
No wonder Liu Yue recognized his poor grades.
It turned out that in the gang arranged by Ruan Tian, he was the last one.
In the end, he pretended to be sentimental, and prepared the most basic knowledge points and error-prone questions for the defending champion of the No. 3 middle school, and proudly said that he didn't need the other party's lecture questions.
After a long time, the clown turned out to be himself.
What's even more outrageous is that Xia Zhiye knew that he had misunderstood that day, and he didn't explain it. He just watched him help him organize the materials and sort out the wrong questions every day, and then easily crushed himself and won the first place in the five schools.
It's like Miao Miao's mother opened the door for Miao Miao, Miao Miao is home.
So on such a good day, the happy little fat man found that the air pressure near him was terribly low.
It is understandable that Liu Yue next door has lost such a big face and turned into a dead person.
But the two masters behind him, one won the scholarship of 2,000 yuan for the first place in the exam, and the other counterattacked after getting rid of their grievances, why are they still unhappy here
Xia Zhiye also had the same problem. He tilted his head and held his head: "Song Yan? Brother Yan? Master Yan? Song Daxi?"
"What do you call your uncle?" Song Yan raised his head impatiently.
Xia Zhiye raised a finger: "You haven't talked to me for a whole morning."
"I remember I said thank you."
"except this."
"We don't have much to talk about other than that."
Song Yan lowered his head, lowered his eyelashes, and continued to write the questions, with an indifferent expression on his face.
Xia Zhiye: "..."
Sure enough, pretty men are ruthless.
Originally, I thought that I would get a warm and grateful hug from the beautiful Song Daxi after I came back from the reasoning with Liu Deqing, but in the end, not only was there no warm hug, but it seemed to be even colder than usual.
Little things still have a conscience.
Xia Zhiye chose the next best thing: "You have to tell me what you want for lunch."
Song Yan: "No, I will go to the hospital to remove the plaster in the afternoon, and eat outside by myself at noon."
"I go with you?"
"Thank you for your kindness. There is a school doctor."
"..."
Xia Zhiye was a little unaccustomed to someone suddenly becoming so polite. He still liked Song Yan's slap in the face and scolding him as an idiot when he got upset.
So where did I offend someone
Xia Zhiye didn't want to understand.
The life committee member happened to pass by and threw a small box to Song Yan: "Your express delivery. It's from Beijing."
Song Yan took it, pulled out the knife, and slashed the tip of the knife along the tape, and a medicine bottle rolled out inadvertently.
It is inconvenient for him to bend over while holding something.
Xia Zhiye didn't think too much, and helped to pick it up, but accidentally caught sight of the letters on the bottle, frowned, and was about to ask a question, when the bottle was snatched away.
Looking up just in time to see Song Yan stuffing the medicine bottle into his schoolbag, Xia Zhiye asked, "Are you insomnia?"
"nothing dealing with you."
Song Yan zipped up her schoolbag and continued with the questions.
Xia Zhiye stretched out his fingertips in front of him, knocked twice, and said with emphasis: "Is it insomnia?"
Song Yan pushed his hand away impatiently: "I said, it has nothing to do with you. Don't understand?"
"Why does it have nothing to do with me?"
"Why does it have anything to do with you?"
"I'm your roommate."
"Are we familiar?"
An extremely impatient rhetorical question blurted out, and the air instantly fell into a subtle silence.
Fatty feels bad.
That kind of bad feeling is like the usual quarrel between parents at home, and suddenly one party wants to talk about divorce, which exceeds the reasonable threshold for normal quarrels.
After all, during the half month Song Yan was injured, Xia Zhiye took care of her inseparably, and the two of them kissed like conjoined twins, but it hurts their feelings to say such words now.
Song Yan also seemed to regret it for a moment, paused his knuckles, raised his eyelids halfway, but soon lowered them again, and continued to bury his head in writing the paper, as if he just blinked inadvertently.
"So don't mind your own business."
The tone was extremely alienated and cold.
Xia Zhiye didn't speak any more.
Just looking at Song Yan's unconsciously tensed lips and bony wrist bones, he suddenly remembered the wild cat in front of his house when he was a child.
She is beautiful, vigilant, has a bad temper, and fights with other wild cats every now and then and gets injured all over her body. Some kind people want to adopt them, but they refuse to be coquettish no matter how nice they are.
Even if someone tries to get acquainted with delicious food and drink, as long as they are considered to be trying to invade its territory, they will instantly arch their backs and scratch it with one paw, without mercy.
In the words of the old man, even the little things that have endured hardship have a heavy heart.
No matter how you raise them, you will not be familiar with them.
·
The two of them didn't speak for a whole morning.
After removing the cast in the afternoon and leaving the hospital, Song Yan didn't really want to go back to work.
Mainly I don't want to go back and face Xia Zhiye.
So after talking to the school doctor, I went straight back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep.
When I went downstairs, I found that the door was closed.
There was also a bright red notice posted at the door:
[New regulations on dormitory management: If a student enters or leaves the dormitory illegally before school ends at 5:30 p.m. and after the lights are turned off at 11:00 p.m., they must contact the class teacher and the Academic Affairs Office in time to verify the situation, standardize discipline, and prevent truancy and late return. The notification is complete. ]
Song Yan: "..."
With a slumped face, hooking the schoolbag strap on his shoulder, he turned and walked out of the alley.
By September, the scorching heat will still be gone, and the air will always be a little humid and hot as if it can't be wrung out.
Song Yan slapped the collar of the school uniform twice, not knowing where to go.
During the more than half a month since I came to Nanwu, I basically rode Xia Zhiye's pink bicycle at two o'clock and one line every day, and I never went to other places.
But thinking of Xia Zhiye, Song Yan felt that the weather was even more boring.
In fact, he felt ashamed more than angry.
As long as he thought of staring at Xia Zhiye, not allowing him to sleep in class and playing with his mobile phone, forcing him to finish his homework every day, and wholeheartedly trying to help him get the progress award, Song Yan felt that he was a fool.
Then thinking about Xia Zhiye's knowing that he was meddling in other people's business and not explaining a word, he felt that he might be even more stupid in the other party's heart.
So when Xia Zhiye asked about the medicine, he only felt that his safety boundary was completely offended.
After all, in the final analysis, they have only known each other for half a month. If it wasn't for his self-indulgent desire to help the poor, there would be no deep friendship at all.
But now that Xia Zhiye has the first grade and a scholarship, he doesn't need himself from the beginning to the end, and then the two of them will not interfere with each other, and they will not owe each other, doing what they love.
Thinking of this, Song Yan didn't feel much relieved.
I just felt a sudden coolness on my cheeks.
When I looked up, I realized that it was raining lightly.
It's really not going well anywhere.
Song Yan had a cold face, and was about to turn around and walk back, but suddenly heard the faint sounds of arguing coming from the other side of the alley, vaguely mixed with the cries of the old man and the little girl and some familiar swearing.
After coming to Nanwu, there was only one old man who had spoken to them.
Song Yan glanced at the familiar scene around him, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart. He immediately turned around, took out his mobile phone, and ran towards the small courtyard in the innermost alley while making a call.
A few old people were standing not far from the gate of the courtyard and circling anxiously. When they heard footsteps, they looked over in relief.
"Hey, there's someone wearing a school uniform, is it Ono?"
"It doesn't seem to be, oops, it's been so long since I called him, why hasn't he come yet?"
"This point is in class, so it's normal if it's not easy to come out."
"Oh, isn't it time for school to end? I'm really anxious to death."
"Hey! Boy! Who are you! What are you doing!"
"Please give way."
Song Yan stuffed the mobile phone with the screen on into his pocket, and pushed open the half-covered courtyard door. Sure enough, he saw the row of feather dusters sitting on the opposite side in the courtyard, showing off their power with pride.
In the direction of the door, Little Mahjong was stretching out his short arms to block Grandma Liu, crying heartbreakingly: "You are not allowed to bully my grandma! No! Woooooooooooooo..."
The red-feathered chicken seemed to find it interesting, stepped forward, and squatted down: "Who bullied your grandma? It was your grandma who bullied us because she didn't pay back the money she owed. But I think you are quite pleasing to look at, you little girl. I really love your grandma, why don't you just go with us and sell you for... Ahh! It hurts, hurts, hurts!"
He originally wanted to reach out to touch Little Mahjong's face, but just as he stretched halfway, a pale and thin hand pinched the wrist bone.
Then turn it in the opposite direction and make a click.
Immediately the pain caused him to yell: "It hurts, it hurts! Let go! Who the hell are you!"
"Your great grandfather."
"?"
Still very particular about seniority
The red-feathered chicken turned its head and looked: "Fuck! Why is it you!"
"It's me, what's wrong?"
Song Yan's dark eyes were full of extreme displeasure and hostility.
Several other people also recognized that he was Xia Zhiye's gang, thinking of the beatings at that time, they felt a little apprehensive.
Only the leader, who had never seen it before, was twirling a small knife in his hand, and smiled: "Little brother, are you the grandson of this family?"
"no."
"If not, then this matter has nothing to do with you, it's best not to meddle in your own business."
"The grandson of this family is my friend. His business is my business. You can talk to me directly if you have anything to say."
Song Yan hid the little mahjong behind his back, acting as if he was in charge of the house, as if he was not the one who was "unfamiliar" with Xia Zhiye in the morning.
Cun Tou twitched the corner of his lower lip: "That's right, it's very righteous, why don't you help your friend pay back the money owed by the old woman?"
"If he really owes the money, it's not impossible for me to help him pay it back. But I remember that he seems to have paid it off a long time ago." Song Yan recalled what Xia Zhiye said that day, with a calm tone.
The leader did not deny it: "Yes, he paid off the principal. But in our line of business, what we eat is the interest. When we borrowed out, it was fixed nine times out and thirteen times out. Now three Months have passed, and the interest will not be paid if it is not paid? There is no such reason.”
Song Yan pretended not to know, raised his eyelids, and said in a cold voice, "What do you mean when you come out of nine and return to thirteen?"
Hearing this, the gangsters present couldn't help but sneered: "You really are a good student, you don't even know where you go from nine to thirteen. Then my brother will teach you a good lesson today."
He took a step forward and looked down at him with a contemptuous smile on his lips: "Nine times out and thirteen times back, it literally means that you ask me to borrow 100%, and I will only give you 90%. 10% interest, you will pay me back 130% after three months. Do you understand?"
Song Yan met his gaze and said indifferently: "So he asked how much you borrowed, how much you repaid, and how much you still owe."
"Not much." Cuntou stretched out his left hand, raised a thumb and a little finger, "The old woman asked our boss to give 18,000 to this little girl for surgery, and it should be 26,000, but in the end, I only paid back 18,000." 20,000, now the remaining 6,000, how do you think about it?"
"Don't lie to the children!" Before Song Yan could speak, Grandma Liu behind her couldn't help but rushed up crying, "At that time, the IOU you asked me to issue was obviously 20,000! I paid it back! How did it become How about twenty-six thousand? You guys are obviously stealing money!"
Grandma Liu was trembling with anger, and she was about to go up and beat those gangsters, Song Yan stopped her, and said in a low voice, "I'll take care of this matter, you take Little Mahjong back to the room."
Grandma Liu was taken aback for a moment, then met Song Yan's gaze, and instantly understood, and quickly walked into the house with the little mahjong in her arms and locked the door.
Song Yan didn't wait for the group of gangsters to speak, and turned to ask directly: "Didn't you agree before?"
Cun Tou knew he was in the wrong, and chuckled lightly: "This kind of rule is well known, and she shouldn't be so old, so I should tell her."
It's really shameless.
Song Yan asked: "That is to say, Grandma Liu asked your boss to take 18,000, and pay back 20,000 after three months?"
"That's right."
"The principal is 18,000, the interest for three months is 2,000, the monthly interest rate is 11%, and the annual interest rate is more than 130%, which is nearly four times the highest annual interest rate set by the state. Are you still not satisfied?"
Those gangsters are not very good at mathematics, and after a long time of calculations, they didn't figure out how this person did the calculations, so he simply didn't bother to do the calculations: "So what, this is the rule in this business, don't borrow if you have the ability, just borrow it if you have the ability." You have to follow the rules."
"But the rules must be told to the old man in advance, right?"
"We are lending money, and we are not doing good deeds. We can still take care of everything? So you still don't pay back the money? If you pay it back, the brothers will take the money and leave. If you don't pay it back, just fuck away !" Cun Tou finally lost his patience with what he said.
The red-feathered chicken also quickly responded: "That's right, you don't pay back the fucking money, and you just keep nagging around here for a long time, it's useless!"
"It's really useless."
Song Yan answered calmly and calmly, and stood there with the strap of his schoolbag hooked, looking very confident.
But he is a weak high school student, where does he get the confidence
A few gangsters were puzzled.
Thinking about it, I heard the melody of "Drip--" "Drip--" in the sound of the pattering rain, getting closer, closer, closer...
"?"
"..."
"Fuck! You fucking called the police?!"
The red-feathered chicken realized that Song Yan had been here telling them all these things, some of them were waiting for the police to arrive, and felt that he was being tricked by such a brat, so he became furious, picked up the stick in his hand, and slashed at Song Yan. go.
Song Yan reacted very quickly, turned sideways to avoid it, and then kicked the red-feathered chicken fiercely on the wrist. Taking advantage of the pain, he let go, grabbed the stick, slashed with his backhand, hammered on the abdomen, and then lifted it upwards, Firmly split the mandible of the red-feathered chicken.
With a crisp sound of bone cracking, the red-feathered chicken crawled to the ground, and Song Yan completed the counter-kill on the spot.
When she was standing condescendingly on the steps of the door with a stick in her hand, the indifferent and decadent air in her eyes had completely broken through her beautiful skin and vented out.
He was in poor health when he was a child, so he was forced to start learning Taekwondo in order to strengthen his health. Although he didn't learn very well, he won the district championship in the Taekwondo Competition for elementary school students, and he could barely deal with a few scumbags.
Moreover, his mobile phone has been recording the whole process, the conversation is clear and clear, and the evidence of self-defense is solid. If you don't use some ruthless hands at this time, you will be sorry for the wickedness of this group of people.
However, the young people who grew up in the ivory tower are different from those who have been fighting in the society.
Seeing this, the gangsters didn't even think about it, and swarmed forward.
The other position is also a really ruthless character. Anyway, he didn't get into the game once or twice. He admitted his failure here today. If he doesn't give this stinky boy a little bit of trouble, he won't know where to put his face in the future.
Cun Tou thought about it, then pulled away the knife and stabbed straight at Song Yan.
Song Yan turned around and just kicked a little gangster away. He hadn't restrained his legs yet. At most, he could only turn sideways to avoid the vital point, but he couldn't avoid being stabbed.
But just paddle, anyway, you can hear the footsteps of the police, and you can't die on the left and right, it's better than the trouble of going into the house to find the elderly and children.
However, just a second before the blade was drawn in front of him, Song Yan suddenly felt that his arm was being grabbed, and then he was pushed around by someone, and when he stepped back, he was suddenly engulfed in the shadows in front of him.
Then there was a stab, the sound of clothes being ripped, and the blade slashed across Xia Zhiye's shoulder right in front of his eyes.
The fabric of the white school uniform was torn torn torn fibers, and bright red blood dripped from the boy's cold shoulders instantly.
"Hold!"
Song Yan didn't think much about it, and directly raised his leg, crossed Xia Zhiye's side and kicked the short hair behind him hard, then backhanded Xia Zhiye to the corner, and blurted out: "Are you a fucking idiot!"
The eldest young master always pays attention to temperament, and this is the first time that he scolds people without showing any image.
Xia Zhiye looked down at him, and said with a soft smile, "Don't be so fierce. Besides, the police uncle is here, so you have to pretend to be pitiful."
Song Yan: "..."
When did you still play this kind of scheming
"and… "
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly.
Song Yan: "What?"
"Aren't you familiar with what you said?"
"?"
"I'm not familiar with you, so why are you sticking to me now
"..."
"Still so tight?"
"..."
"Is it true that the way you cool guys express unfamiliarity is so special?"
"..."
Especially your mother.
Song Yan thought, hacking to death is fine.