Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

Chapter 13: Scumbag

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When Xia Zhiye came back after changing the medicine, Song Yan was already lying on the bed.

Sleeping on the innermost side, facing the window, wrapped in a quilt, only the back of a dark head was exposed.

Knowing that he didn't sleep well, Xia Zhiye didn't call him.

Sit down, turn on the computer, and after seeing a long list of messages from [Lao Niang Mei Jianye], tap the keyboard and go back to the past.

[Pure and beautiful male high school online pick-up and play]: There is still class tomorrow, so I don't have time.

[My old lady is beautiful and wild]: Hey, my dearest brother, your sister really can't go to the master, as long as you take me to the master, everything is easy to talk about.

[My old lady is beautiful and wild]: Oh, by the way, I heard that grandpa stopped the card for you again, do you still have enough money

[My old lady is beautiful and wild]: If it is not enough, I will take your sister to a master, and I will call you every minute for pocket money.

Xia Zhiye is not very addicted to playing LOL, but it is still very powerful.

His cousin Xia Yu was just the opposite, she was addicted to vegetables.

So Xia Zhiye's attitude towards this matter is very firm.

[Youth and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: I'm sorry, knowledge is the only way to change the destiny of mankind, please don't affect my study anymore.

[My old lady is beautiful and wild]:? ?

After returning, Xia Zhiye didn't care about his sister's frantic bombardment, and was about to go offline, but found a new message cut in.

[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]: Little brother, play with me on the king, two hundred in one game, take it

[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]: QAQ, what

During the summer vacation, Shang Huai wanted to change a guitar, but he didn't have enough money, and his mother wouldn't give it to him, so he registered an account of [Sexy and beautiful male high school students pick up and play with him online], trying to support himself.

As a result, the buyer complained many times because of his poor technology, so he made ten phone calls to Zhou Ziqiu and Xia Zhiye every morning and evening to cry for funerals. They couldn’t be shaken by thunder, rain or shine, and wailed every day. They almost hanged themselves with a rope at the gate of Xia’s villa. up.

In the end, the two were so annoyed that they couldn't bear it anymore, so they claimed a [pure and beautiful male high school online pick-up and play] and [cute and beautiful male high school online pick-up and play] accounts respectively. Name, doing the most serious accompanying player leveling, and finally got all the money for the guitar.

I caught up with the start of school later, so I didn't have time to play games, and I didn't have time to change my ID.

Unexpectedly, there is still business coming to the door.

[Pure and beautiful male high school online pick-up and play]: Sorry, no pick-up.

[Little rich woman with a lot of money and beauty]:

[Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: Don't lie to little girls for money.

After Xia Zhiye replied this sentence, he went to the bathroom to take a shower, and it seemed that he had no interest.

Song Yan, who was left under the quilt, looked at the screen: "?"

What do you mean by not cheating on the little girl's money? What about the little rich woman who agreed to like beautiful people and rich money

This person is sick.

Song Yan felt that he had done the best of benevolence and righteousness, and Xia Zhiye pulled him down because he didn't appreciate it.

As soon as the phone is locked and the eyes are closed, the love will drop.

He doesn't care about this shit.

Maybe it was because of the medicine, but as soon as I closed my eyes, I felt drowsy.

Dimly, he seemed to hear someone putting on clothes.

Song Yan opened his eyelids with difficulty, and saw that Xia Zhiye had already put on the school uniform, neatly dressed, and the school uniform shirt was buttoned to the top.

He asked hoarsely, "it's so late, where are you going?"

Xia Zhiye ignored him and went straight out the door.

Song Yan was worried and followed in a dizzy way.

Walking and walking seemed to come to a hotel.

Song Yan didn't know where this place was. Just as he was about to call out Xia Zhiye, he saw a girl with big waves walking over in high heels, then took out a handful of banknotes and threw them in Xia Zhiye's face: "Today Come to my room late."

The next second, Xia Zhiye was pinned on the white bed sheet of the hotel, her cheeks were flushed, and while tightly clutching the collar of her school uniform, she was about to cry: "Sister, don't do this, sister, I'm not yet an adult, sister …”

Hold.

Song Yan woke up suddenly, sitting up from the bed suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his back.

Looking at it again, Xia Zhiye was still wearing his One Piece pajamas sitting in front of the computer, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

I couldn't help but scolded "Fuck" again.

These are some fucking stupid dreams.

He grabbed his hair twice, lay down and prepared to go back to sleep, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of hot eyes just now and Xia Zhiye's voice calling his sister, no matter how many times he couldn't forget it.

Looking back, it is estimated that there will be a mental illness.

Song Yan couldn't take it anymore, sat up again, took out his mobile phone, opened the accompanying play app, clicked on Xia Zhiye's profile picture, and resent: [No mic, no private chat, no nonsense, not convenient for PC, only play Glory of the King, three hundred and one rounds, whether you like it or not. ]

Xia Zhiye was still looking up the relevant policies about the little mahjong going to kindergarten, when he suddenly saw such a message popping up on the screen, he raised his eyebrows and thought, the little girl has a temper.

And I don't know if he is used to being scolded by Song Yan. When he saw this passage, he automatically made up Song Yan's stinky face and cold tone, and even the rich second generation who regards money as dung They're all alike.

Quite interesting.

But he has no demand for orders for the time being.

As soon as he was ready to block, Shang Huai's news was sent.

[Peerless cute little merchant]: Brother Ye, let me tell you something.

[Wild]:

[Peerless Cute Little Merchant]: Our trio of beautiful male high schools may have to go back to their old jobs.

[Wild]:?

[Peerless cute little businessman]: That's right, I saw a company recruiting trainees today, and they are accepting demos.

[Wild]: So

[Peerless Cute Little Merchant]: So I still lack a Yamaha UP22C.

[Wild]: ...

[Peerless cute little businessman]: Not expensive, only three thousand, as long as you help my brother this time, when I become popular all over the country, I will definitely introduce my stalwart father Xia Zhiye to everyone.

fuck you.

Xia Zhiye glanced at Shang Huai's grinning idiot head, and threw away his phone, as if he had never given birth to this mentally handicapped son.

However, as soon as he turned his gaze back to the computer screen, looked at the news on it, and remembered that Shang Huai's idiot seemed to have only such a dream in his life, he couldn't help but took his phone back.

[Wild]: All right, let me show you what father's love is like a mountain.

After speaking, his fingers moved rapidly on the keyboard.

[Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: No mic, no private chat, no contact information, no video, no responsibility to comfort and coax others. Business hours are from Monday to Friday from 10:00 pm to 1:00 am. On weekends, you can make an appointment one hour in advance, 20 rounds, and you will be firmly on the King of Glory, and the platform will be closed now.

Song Yan looked at this long reply and felt that there was something wrong with Xia Zhiye.

Although he has never found a companion, if the companion has this attitude, Song Yan can beat him until his mother refuses to recognize him.

And he won't listen to the good talk, he has to be dragged to respond, 300 rounds have to be cut to 20 rounds, and cerebral thrombosis can't do this in ten years.

But it's better than going astray.

Song Yan thought of the hot-eyed scene in the previous dream, and replied with a disgusted word: [OK]

After receiving the reply, Xia Zhiye turned off the computer and prepared to go to bed, without any intention of chatting.

Just turned around and saw Song Yan playing with his mobile phone, and asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

It's not because you went to the hotel with others to make trouble in the middle of the night.

Song Yan said indifferently: "Aren't you asleep?"

Xia Zhiye: "There's something wrong."

Song Yan: "What's the matter?"

Xia Zhiye lifted the quilt and sat on the bed: "It's nothing, I just handed over the business to a fool with a lot of money."

Song Yan: "?"

After realizing that the little idiot with a lot of money might be talking about himself, his face collapsed, he directly pulled the quilt to wrap it inside, and turned to face the wall, not leaving Xia Zhiye any warmth.

Xia Zhiye watched helplessly as the quilt slipped over her body: "?"

Why did the young master lose his temper all of a sudden

He tentatively said, "How about sharing a little quilt with me? It's still cold."

Cold to death.

Song Yan turned back and wrapped herself even tighter.

Xia Zhiye tugged at the corner of the quilt: "Just give me a little?"

Song Yan completely ignored it.

Hey, this little temper needs to be cleaned up.

Xia Zhiye got up straight away, and hugged the person and the quilt horizontally.

Song Yan suddenly lost weight and opened his eyes wide: "Xia Zhiye, what the hell are you doing?"

"What can you do, sleep."

After speaking, he found the end of the quilt, put Song Yan back on the bed, pinched the corner of the quilt, lifted it and shook it, and Song Yan rolled out with a grunt.

Without waiting for him to resist, he stretched out the quilt, got in, grabbed Song Yan into the quilt, put on an arm and a leg, and pressed a bad-tempered young master so tightly that he couldn't resist.

Then I closed my eyes contentedly: "Okay, go to sleep, good night."

Song Yan struggled and failed countless times, but the opponent remained motionless and fell asleep: "..."

Fuck.

Is there such a big difference between 181 and 187

Tomorrow he will gain weight and muscle, if he doesn't kill this idiot, he won't be called Song Daxi.

·

Probably because of being pressed down by someone, Song Yan had a dream of being licked by a golden retriever all night.

When he woke up, he saw Xia Zhiye coming out of the bathroom with his bare upper body wiping his hair, and numbly closed his eyes.

Forget it, talk about shame with dogs.

Turned on his side, intending to continue sleeping.

Xia Zhiye walked to the bed and pulled off the quilt: "Get up, I won't be late again."

Song Yan closed her eyes and grabbed the quilt back to cover her waist: "Don't pull it, just for a while."

"The first class of Luo Wei."

"Say it, just for a while."

"There are still eighteen minutes to close the school gate, so it's too late, be good, be obedient." Xia Zhiye only thought that he was getting up habitually, and coaxed him in a good-tempered manner, while reaching out to fish him out of the quilt.

Song Yan tightly covered the quilt, while slapping his hands away irritably: "I've said it all, just for a while, don't fuckin' drag it."

"It's so hot in the morning..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Zhiye's hand resting on Song Yan's body stopped.

Song Yan, clutching the quilt, also froze.

The air fell into an awkward dead silence.

Then the next second, Song Yan raised his leg and kicked Xia Zhiye hard.

Xia Zhiye had sharp eyes and quick hands, and grabbed his ankle: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, we are all men, we know everything, I will keep it a secret for you."

Keep your mother secret.

Song Yan was thin-skinned, and the bases of his ears were already red. He struggled a bit, trying to free his ankle, but his strength was not as strong as Xia Zhiye's.

Xia Zhiye watched his ears turn from white to pink to red, and couldn't help laughing: "Little classmate, why not? Accidentally touched it, how can you be so shy?"

Shame on your mother.

Song Yan sat up and punched him.

Xia Zhiye hurriedly grabbed his wrist with the other hand: "Don't worry, although you look pretty, I will definitely not have any unreasonable thoughts about you, it was purely accidental just now."

It's not your mother's fault.

Song Yan finally couldn't hold back, cut back, knocked down Xia Zhiye, then dragged him to the bed by his collar and beat him up.

However, considering Xia Zhiye's injuries, he didn't do anything cruel.

But after the beating was over, both Song Yan and Song Xiaoyan calmed down.

Xia Zhiye suppressed a smile, and threw him a black T-shirt: "Your clothes were taken away by grandma for washing early in the morning, so wear them as you can."

There was not enough time, Song Yan didn't take a closer look, took the T-shirt and put it on casually, brushed his teeth, washed his face, scratched his hair twice, and went out with his schoolbag on his back.

Natsudano has rolled out that pink bike.

Song Yan: "My legs are already healed."

Xia Zhiye: "But it's too late."

Xia Zhiye: "The first class of Luo Wei."

Xia Zhiye: "A five-hundred-word review by the Daming Lake."

"..."

Song Yan resigned to his fate and got on the predestined pink bicycle.

When we arrived at the gate of the school, it happened to be the time when there were the most people.

The idiot Shang Huai saw the two of them from a distance, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Fuck, Song Yan, why are you wearing Xia Ye's clothes? Your relationship has developed to this point?"

Originally, Song Yan and Xia Zhiye were very conspicuous in the crowd, but when they shouted, everyone at the school gate turned their heads in unison.

Then I saw Xia Zhiye wearing a white letter T-shirt, holding a bag of soy milk, one foot on the pedal, and the other leg slack on the ground.

Behind him, Song Yan was holding Xia Zhiye's schoolbag in one hand, and the same style of soybean milk in the other. He was also wearing a black letter T-shirt of the same style.

That T-shirt is still a little big.

Song Yan's height is estimated to be about 1.8 meters, but the T-shirt on his body is nearly 1.9 meters in size. He is also thin, with a large white collarbone exposed on the neck, making him look very thin.

It suddenly smelled like that.

The eyes of most of the girls present became subtle, and there was a faint excitement that straight men couldn't understand.

But the two straight men didn't realize it.

Xia Zhiye replied directly: "He went to sleep at my house yesterday and wore mine instead of a change of clothes. What's wrong?"

As the voice fell, there seemed to be a rattling sound in the air.

Everyone looked around the corner.

A girl with twin ponytails who wandered around the classroom of Class 1, Grade 2 every day, clutched her chest and fell down slowly.

"It's nothing, it's just a broken girl's heart."

·

Xia Zhiye and Song Yan parked the car, and when they walked slowly to the class, the pair of ponytails happened to pass them by.

Looking at the direction is coming from their seats.

Xia Zhiye put down his schoolbag and asked Xiaopang: "What's going on?"

"Oh, it's nothing, she just came to take back the chocolate that she gave you last night."

"?"

"And let me tell you that her long love for you has come to an end, please forget about her."

"??"

"And you must treat your new love well. Although your love is against ethics, she will sincerely bless you."

"???"

Xia Zhiye turned to Song Yan with a puzzled expression.

Song Yan gave him two words indifferently: "Scumbag."

"..." Xia Zhiye, "????"

Where the fuck is it.

From the beginning to the end, I didn't understand when the chocolate was sent, why it was taken back suddenly, and who is this girl, and who is the so-called new love, Xia Zhiye has already sat down in Song Yan's heart, there are more than forty girls My friend's scumbag image, and I don't know anything about it.

It's quite psychedelic.

Xia Zhiye was in a trance, Ruan Tian had already entered the classroom, and after habitually speaking a few precautions, he said with a look of unbearable heart: "Then what, students, it will be the end of September soon..."

Kong Xiaoxiao, the cultural and entertainment committee member, has already covered her ears.

Every year at the end of September and the end of March is the traditional culture and art week of No. 3 Middle School. Each class has a program. For most of the classes, this is an activity to cultivate sentiment, but for the second and first class of senior high school, it is a dance of demons. of calamity.

They are a class of the second semester of senior high school. There are 39 students in the class, and there are 4 girls in total. Therefore, relying on such a strange difference in the ratio of male to female, they wrote on the art river of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School that they were reprimanded by the principal because the chorus was too unpleasant. The saga of stepping down.

Kong Xiaoxiao still does not want to recall that dark history.

Ruan Tian encouraged her: "We are different this year."

Kong Xiaoxiao covered her ears and didn't want to hear it.

Ruan Tian continued to encourage: "This time the first prize class will have a bonus of 2,000 yuan."

Kong Xiaoxiao covered her ears and still didn't want to hear.

Ruan Tian could only make a big move: "If you get the first prize, the teacher will make up another 1,000 yuan, plus the work fee. How about inviting everyone to eat together?"

Kong Xiaoxiao put down her hands: "Okay, teacher, do you think it's better for Xiaopang to dance ballet or to walk a tightrope face to face? I can do both."

"..." Ruan Tian, "You don't need to be so curious, it's true if it's plain."

"Would you like to sing again?"

"Farewell, the principal is old, we can't afford it."

"Then dance? There are just four girls in our class, dancing four little swans, it's perfect."

"No, we are all members of the school dance troupe. If we want to rehearse the opening dance, the class will definitely not be able to take care of us."

"Fuck, what should we do then, even if it's "Water Margin", there must be a Jinlian Erniang."

"But in the case of our class's serious lack of artistic level, at most we can arrange a drama."

"Didn't there be a funny version of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in the class meeting before, and the effect was pretty good?"

"The problem is that Zhu Yingtai has already gone to rehearse the chorus, what will happen to the rest of Liang Shanbo and Ma Wen?"

"Isn't it enough to reverse the string?"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience fell silent.

Kong Xiaoxiao: "Little Fatty, you are a genius."

Fatty: "Thank you, but the question is who will reverse the string?"

The audience was silent again.

Then Song Yan, who was concentrating on fighting with the pulley trolley, suddenly felt a group of unkind eyes. When he looked up, he found that everyone was looking at him affectionately and maliciously.

Song Yan: "?"

Xiaopang exaggeratedly commented: "Look at my brother's snow-white skin, black hair, and bright red lips, tsk tsk, it's like wishing Yingtai the rebirth! Peerless beauty, who else can I give you!"

Song Yan looked at him: "Have you decided where to bury it?"

Xiaopang shut up obediently: "I'm sorry to bother you."

He looked up at Ruan Tian again.

Ruan Tian had the expression of a loving mother sending her son off on an expedition: "Song Yan, the future of the first class depends on you."

The whole class nodded: "Yes! The future of Class 1 depends on you!"

Song Yan didn't care about the future of the first class, and said indifferently: "Have you ever seen Lin Daiyu pull the weeping willow upside down?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Then have you ever seen Voldemort carrying a hoe and burying flowers?"

Everyone shook their heads again.

"So you want to see me play Zhu Yingtai because you have something serious in your mind?"

Everyone nodded wildly without hesitation.

Song Yan: "..."

Is this group of people fathers, brothers, grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents? Are they all on the staff

Just fucking outrageous.