Objectively speaking, the face on the other side should be quite valuable if it goes public.
His skin is fair, his hair is light, his nose is high and his eyebrows are deep. He has aggressive bones, but he has a pair of peach blossom eyes that are naturally smiling. Small moles all show a very attractive omission.
It looks like it can trouble a girl.
It's just that the brain doesn't seem to be normal.
Song Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with the idiot, so he turned around and left with an umbrella.
But the idiot put his shoulders on his shoulders from behind, and whispered a low chuckle in his ear: "How about this beautiful little classmate doing me a favor?"
After finishing speaking, a gray-haired old lady at the other end of the alley staggered over: "Xiao Ye, I heard that group of people seemed to come again? Did you fight with them again?"
It seemed that if Xia Zhiye really got into a fight, she could have a heart attack on the spot.
Xia Zhiye hooked Song Yan's shoulders, and walked back, smiling lazily: "No, we are here to discuss the interaction of forces."
"?" The old man's soul asked, "You love learning so much?"
Xia Zhiye didn't change his face: "Well, study for the rise of China."
Song Yan: "..."
Neuropathy.
The old man asked again: "Then this one?"
Xia Zhiye didn't even blink: "My friend, a college bully. If you don't believe me, ask him?"
The old man looked at Song Yan.
Song Yan also looked at the old man.
Brief confrontation.
Song Yan was expressionless: "Yeah."
The old man finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good. Since you're Xiao Ye's friend, why don't you come in and sit down?"
Song Yan indifferently broke away Xia Zhiye's hand on his shoulder: "No need."
The old man worried: "But your hair is all wet, if you don't wipe it off quickly, you will catch a cold."
"No need to."
"Why not, look at your hair is wet, listen to grandma, hurry up."
"really not… "
"Oh, my little old woman has to worry to death, my heart hurts, my heart hurts."
"..."
Watching the old man's contrived performance, Xia Zhiye hooked Song Yan's neck again with a smile: "Let's go, you will never be able to defeat a little old lady who tries to care about you."
Song Yan: "..."
Why on earth was he meddling in the first place.
The courtyard of Grandma Liu's house is at the end of the alley.
No matter what Song Yan did, he wouldn't lose his temper with an old man, and Xia Zhiye led him over with a cold face.
As soon as the door opened, a glutinous rice dumpling with disheveled hair ran out with short legs, hugged Xia Zhiye's knee, raised his face, and called out crisply and sweetly: "Brother Ye."
Xia Zhiye picked it up and picked it up with one hand: "Come on, little mahjong, let me introduce you to a beautiful brother."
Who the fuck is pretty brother.
Song Yan: "My name is..."
"Beautiful brother!"
"It's not pretty brother, it's..."
"Ah, what are you dawdling about, kid, wipe your hair!"
"..."
After the two self-introductions were interrupted, Song Yan chose to shut up, walked into the house, and put away the umbrella.
His dark eyes scanned the room, suppressing the obvious irritability.
The entire small courtyard is a large piece of land, and the decorations and daily necessities reveal that they are in short supply, but they are tidy and tidy from the inside to the outside, and the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard also has a faint fragrance.
Grandma Liu quickly took out two dry towels and two cups of hot water: "Wipe quickly, drink hot water after wiping, warm your body, so as not to catch a cold."
When handing the water to Song Yan, he smiled and added: "Don't worry, although it is old, it is clean and not dirty."
Song Yan was not thirsty at first, but after hearing this sentence, he still chose to take the cup: "Thank you."
Very polite and cold.
Xia Zhiye was much more casual, she sat on the chair with her legs crossed, carried the little mahjong and began to groom her hair.
The three-year-old girl's hair is soft and short, and Xia Zhiye's hands are long and big. Song Yan always feels that if he exerts strength, Little Mahjong can pay tribute to Statham on the spot.
In the end, not only did he not get bald, but the two shofar braids were neatly tied. In the end, Xia Zhiye even took out a new hairpin from his pocket and put it on for the little girl: "Not bad, it looks good."
The little girl immediately ran to the back room to look in the mirror, and then there was a sweet voice: "It's so beautiful! Thank you Brother Ye!"
Song Yan, who witnessed with her own eyes how the huge Barbie pink butterfly hairpin was pinned to the center of her head: "..."
Such things as aesthetics probably mean that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.
Shang Liang himself had no clue about this, and lay down lazily on the back of the chair: "Then next time, Brother Ye will buy a big red one for Little Mahjong, one on each side, and wear them together."
Song Yan made up his mind and was a little bit shocked.
"Well, what is the name of this little girl, Little Mahjong
"Oh, this." Xia Zhiye leaned against the back of the chair and turned on the TV casually. CCTV6 just played the part where the rookie was picked up in "Penguins of Madagascar", "Because I picked her up from the entrance of the mahjong parlor."
The tone is ordinary, but the content is surprisingly explosive.
Song Yan just wanted to say sorry.
Xia Zhiye turned to look at him with a serious face: "But I always thought that she was the lost princess of the royal family, and she would definitely make me rich in the future, what do you think?"
Song Yan: "..."
I think you're out of your mind.
Indifferent reminder: "Our country is a socialist country under the people's democratic dictatorship."
"Ah, it's a pity." Xia Zhiye said, "Then see if she may have Thai blood."
Song Yan couldn't hold back: "I think you may be a little sick."
"... Yes, you are very special." After Xia Zhiye evaluated objectively, he asked, "So what's your name?"
"Song Yan."
"Which yan?"
"I hate it."
"..."
An eerie silence.
Xia Zhiye praised politely: "It's quite unique."
Song Yan taunted back: "We are with Little Mahjong."
His name was often criticized since he was a child. Others said that his parents had to think about it so much that they would give their son such a name. When he was a child, he even cried about it.
When I grew up a little later, I realized that Song Minghai really couldn't think about it when he gave him this name.
And when he grew up a little bit, he realized that this name was actually chosen very well, and it simply summed up all his father's feelings for him in his life, so he just made do with it.
But obviously Xia Zhiye didn't like it very much, put his fingertips on the cracked wooden handrail, tapped twice, and said in a lazy and low tone: "Your name is too unpleasant. And look at you, She looks good, has a good personality, and is very likable, so... "
"?"
"So why not call you Song Daxi from now on."
Song Yan: "..."
Song your mother is overjoyed.
Why would he expect this person to say something serious after hearing the remarks about listing in the sea.
Finally, the coldness in his eyebrows could not be suppressed completely, and he put down his cup: "Don't worry, there will be no future."
After speaking, he picked up the umbrella in the corner and prepared to leave.
It just happened that Grandma Liu came out of the kitchen: "Why are you leaving now? Why don't you stay for lunch?"
Song Yan felt that it might be a little impolite to directly say the real reason of "because I think your grandson has some brain problems", so he changed the phrase: "Well, it's too late to catch the plane."
"School will start soon, where are you going by plane now?" The old man still has a strong thirst for knowledge.
Song Yan was unfamiliar with the business of lying, so he got stuck for a while.
Xia Zhiye's friendly reminder: "Madagascar."
Song Yan: "Well, Ma Da..."
Reach halfway, react, horse your daddy's up.
Grandma Liu has already asked: "Why do you add horses?"
Song Yan bit the bullet: "Madagascar."
"What plus?"
"Madagascar."
"Mahada?"
"..."
Xia Zhiye, who was watching the play, finally couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud: "Okay, grandma, if you don't understand, don't ask, or you will miss the opportunity later, and the ten thousand yuan will be gone."
"Oh. Then I won't waste your time. You hurry up and remember to report to Ono when you arrive at that horse."
The old man looked serious.
There was a low laugh from Xia Zhiye.
Song Yan didn't speak, opened the umbrella to cover his coffin face, and walked straight out the door.
He was afraid that if he stayed for another second, there would be violent bloodshed here.
However, the weak voice in the door chased after him knowingly: "Oh, by the way, if you go to Madagascar, you should pass by the door of the No. 3 Middle School dormitory. Remember not to go to the end of the first alley when you turn left , or you will get lost. See you later."
"..."
Song Yan felt that it was best not to see each other when he turned around, otherwise there would be no one between them.
Although I don't know how Xia Zhiye figured out that he was going to the No. 3 Middle School dormitory, thanks to his reminder, Song Yan quickly found the place this time.
After going through the formalities to get the key, the auntie in the dormitory with the instant noodle hair on her head was beaming: "Let me tell you, you are lucky this time. There is only one person in the dormitory you are assigned, and that boy is very clean."
Song Yan found the door of the innermost room on the sixth floor according to the room number on the key, and when he opened it, he found that it was much cleaner than the boys' dormitory he had imagined.
On the right is a row of cabinets and desks.
On the left are two bunk beds.
One of them was neatly piled with luggage, basketball shoes and an acoustic guitar, and the other had flat sheets on the lower berth, squarely folded quilts, and an empty upper berth.
Song Yan didn't want to touch other people's things, so he made do with the upper berth.
After tidying up carelessly, he took a photo and sent it to Tan Qing to report his safety.
Received a quick reply.
[Aunt Tan]: After packing, go to eat quickly, and don't forget to go to school at two o'clock in the afternoon. After all the formalities are completed, just report to the head teacher.
[Aunt Tan]: I heard Director Liu say that your head teacher this time is a young female teacher who is beautiful and has a good personality. Don't make her angry.
Song Yan wondered how he could make others angry because he always said that no one would offend me.
By name
But Liu Deqing didn't lie.
This time the new head teacher is indeed young and beautiful, with a baby face, big eyes, and two dimples when he smiles: "My name is Ruan Tian, and I am the English teacher in Class One, Grade 2, and also your head teacher. I heard that you transferred from Beijing. here?"
"Yeah." Song Yan stood at the door of the classroom, hooked the strap of his schoolbag, lowered his eyelids, and answered.
Not that he was being rude.
It's just that he is 1.81 meters and Ruan Tian is 1.58 meters. He can't see her otherwise.
Ruan Tian raised his neck: "I know that your school has a 98% repayment rate. Your grades have always been pretty good, but it seems that you didn't go to class for half of last semester?"
"Get ill."
"Oh... so..."
Ruan Tian seemed worried.
Song Yan added without emotion: "I can keep up with the progress."
Ruan Tian's worried expression disappeared in an instant, and he smiled brightly: "Well, the teacher believes that you will be able to do it, so just sit there."
She pointed to the corner of the last row of the classroom by the window: "It just so happens that I can form a one-on-one mutual help group with you at the same table and make progress together."
Different from the single table for one person in the original school, the third middle school uses a table for two people.
Song Yan doesn't like the close relationship like being at the same table, nor the silly relationship like the one-on-one mutual help group, but he can't speak up with Ruan Tian's signature smile like the heroine of the morning drama, so he keeps silent with his schoolbag on his back walked over.
There was an uproar and whispering in the classroom, but I didn't notice it. I stuffed my schoolbag into the belly of the table by the window, put on my earphones, and lay down on the table to catch up on sleep.
The phone ding-dong ding-dong rang endlessly.
Song Yan stood up impatiently, took out his phone, and saw Shen Jiayan's idiot's name kept popping up on the screen.
[The Sweetest Milkberry in the World]: Where
[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: Forget it, it doesn't matter if you are here or not.
[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: As your best brother, I have something to say today. You have such a bad temper, you put on a dead face all day long, you hang up the phone at every turn, you speak provocatively, you ignore it, and you are beaten to death every minute outside.
[The sweetest little milkberry in the world]: So I took your horoscope to the master to do the math, and then I found out that you really committed the crime of Tai Sui in Nanwu, and you are about to suffer a catastrophe, ranging from physical and mental humiliation to severe loss of freedom.
[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: So for the sake of your safety, I, your best brother, used all the knowledge of the Internet to collect the list of dangerous people in Nanwu No. 3 Middle School for you. Please stay away from them and come back to us alive great capital.
[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: target person.xsl
"..."
Why does someone always want to refresh the lower limit of his understanding of idiots.
With the mentality of seeing what kind of demon Shen Jiayan can be, Song Yan clicked on the form.
[Dangerous Person No. 1]: Liu Yue, it is said that he is a sports committee member, and he is also a muscular macho. His mother likes to fight, and his reputation is extremely bad.
[Dangerous Person No. 2]: Lin Yiling, it is said that she is a beautiful woman who likes to smoke, drink, burn her head, skip classes and play with boys' feelings.
[Dangerous Man No. 3]: …
Before I had time to finish reading it, Shen Jiayan sent a new message.
[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: Have you read that form yet
[The Sweetest Little Milk Berry in the World]: It doesn’t matter if you haven’t finished it, just focus on the last one, just the bad boy, the one who has been in the underworld for many years.
[The world is the sweetest little milkberry]: It is said that he is a two-meter-long macho. He once had a glorious record of picking all opponents into the hospital in a one-on-six match. There are more than forty of his girlfriends, which is outrageous!
[The sweetest little milkberry in the world]: But what's his name, wait for me to find it.
Before Shen Jiayan could find out the name of that person, Song Yan felt darkness in front of him, as if covered by a shadow.
look up.
He saw Ruan Tian standing side by side with another person he least wanted to see right now.
"Song Yan, this is your new tablemate, and also your group of CPs. You must get along well in the future and make progress together."
After Ruan Tian finished speaking, he stomped away on the little high heels.
His new deskmate was left standing under the incandescent lamp, with red lips, white teeth, slightly curved eyebrows, and a bright and good-looking smile: "This student Song Daxi from Madagascar, long time no see."
Song Daxi, a classmate from Madagascar, gave him a numb look, and then numbly looked at Shen Jiayan's new message:
[Xiao Yan, I found out that the two-meter-tall giant sea king is called Xia Zhiye, you memorize this name for me, the farther you can get away from him, the better! Do you hear me? ]
Then he typed out a line of words expressionlessly.
[YAN]: It should not be far away.
[The Sweetest Milkberry in the World]:
[YAN]: There will be no one between me and him soon.
[The Sweetest Milkberry in the World]:? ?