Song Yan should be sincerely angry and wanted to fight Xia Zhiye.
As soon as the voice fell, a fist hit him straight.
Before Xia Zhiye could react, he retreated instinctively, and then he held the basin in one hand and the phone in the other and was pushed against the corner of the wall.
And Song Yan's fist just brushed against his ear, wrapped in a gust of swift fist wind, and hammered hard to the wall.
After the two remained silent for three seconds in such a strange posture, Xia Zhiye tentatively asked two words: "Bidong?"
"..."
Wall your father's thud.
Song Yan backhandedly wanted to pry open Xia Zhiye's skull to see how this person's brain circuits grew.
However, when he looked up and saw Xia Zhiye's blinking eyes and a large basin of clothes tightly held in his hands, he felt very unreasonable.
The sneakers are what I want to give, and the anonymous choice is because I am afraid that Xia Zhiye will be burdened. From Xia Zhiye's point of view, gifts of unknown origin should not be accepted. As for the matter of selling materials to grab business Everything depends on its own ability.
So in the end, Xia Zhiye didn't do anything wrong from beginning to end, he even washed his clothes for him, so he should say thank you.
But the truth is such a truth, but Song Yan doesn't know why he is so blocked.
Thinking of him saving money here to give Xia Zhiye sneakers, while Xia Zhiye tried every means to give gifts to the people he likes over there, his heart swelled sullenly, and he couldn't explain the reason, and it didn't make sense.
Anyway, he was upset, seeing Xia Zhiye's charming peach eyes, he wanted to give him two punches, so as not to wink at him all day long.
However, in the end, he was punched against the wall, and then coldly withdrew his fist, took the basin, turned around, and hung up the clothes without saying a word, with "I'm not happy today" written all over his face, and he couldn't hide it no matter what live.
Only then did Xia Zhiye realize that Song Yan was not at the wall just now, but really wanted to hit him, and reckoned that if the punch really hit him, at least one rib would be broken.
The desire to survive made him realize the seriousness of the matter, and he asked in a low voice, "Why are you suddenly unhappy?"
Song Yan was expressionless: "I'm not unhappy."
"Are you still unhappy?"
"I was born with facial paralysis, do you mind?"
"..."
Don't mind.
Xia Zhiye replied obediently: "I don't mind, I like it very much, very good."
"Then get out of the way."
After Song Yan finished drying the clothes, he came back to his senses and found that Xia Zhiye had blocked the balcony door, and raised his eyelids angrily.
Only then did Xia Zhiye realize that there was something wrong with Song Yan's unhappiness today. Compared with the serious unhappiness and indifference before, today's unhappiness is a bit of a temper tantrum no matter how you look at it.
He didn't mind Song Yan losing his temper, but he didn't want to understand why Song Yan lost his temper suddenly
"Did something unpleasant happen?" Xia Zhiye looked down at Song Yan.
Song Yan replied calmly: "Don't you think there is something worthy of my happiness today?"
The resentment seems to be quite large.
Xia Zhiye recalled, except that the dry cleaner was closed today, so a certain young master had to wash the clothes and the floor by himself for two hours, but nothing happened to make Song Yan unhappy.
Does Song Yan really hate laundry to such an extent
It seems that the plan to buy a washing machine must be advanced in advance.
Xia Zhiye helped Song Yan to push down the bristling bristles on the top of his head, "Don't worry, everything will be fine with me here."
"?"
"From now on, your clothes are my clothes, and I will treat them like my own clothes, and I will never let you suffer any grievances."
"..."
Song Yan felt that it was a pity that Xia Zhiye was not beaten up.
·
But Song Yan finally held back and didn't beat Xia Zhiye, and lay down on the bed after washing with a cold face.
Probably because the anger didn't come out, I didn't sleep well all night, and even the sleeping aids didn't work, I just felt bored and flustered, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
When he woke up the next morning, his head was a little groggy, but Song Yan didn't take it seriously, and when he got to the classroom, he was ready to lie down on the table and start to catch up on sleep.
Xia Zhiye handed him a bag of hot soybean milk with a straw inserted and a peeled tea egg: "Eat breakfast before going to sleep."
The voice was low and soft, and it was a very common sentence, but it sounded like coaxing a child.
Fatty and Zhao Ruiwen at the front desk shook their heads, feeling like they had no ears to hear.
Only Song Yan himself didn't realize it, Yanyan stood up, took the soy milk as usual, took a sip, and frowned slightly: "Bitter."
"Is it bitter?" Xia Zhiye took back the soy milk from his hand and took a sip through the straw, "It's not bitter."
"Maybe the mouth is wrong when you wake up in the morning." Song Yan had no appetite, pushed the breakfast to Xia Zhiye's side, and lay down sleepily again, closing his eyes.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked sleepy and uncomfortably tired.
Xia Zhiye didn't bother him anymore, and slowly drank the remaining soy milk with the straw he had just drank.
Turning around and wanting to gossip, Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen accidentally witnessed this scene: "..."
Could the sense of sight of this old couple be too strong
"Today's gay gas is a little too high." Xiaopang shook his head.
Zhao Ruiwen nodded: "The minister seconded the proposal."
Xia Zhiye couldn't bear the fuss of these two people, holding the soy milk bag with one hand, and the English multiple-choice question with the other, without raising his eyelids: "Speak up if you have something to say, and fart quickly."
"It's nothing, I just want you to help us see if this learning material is worth buying."
Xia Zhiye paused his fingers slightly, raised his eyelids: "What study materials?"
"Here, this is it." Zhao Ruiwen pushed the phone in front of him, "Yesterday, a new Like master came to the group, and as soon as he came, the price was raised to be the same as that of the Shuai God. He said it was only for top-notch sprints for upper-middle grades. Heartbroken, but I don’t know if it’s true or not.”
Xia Zhiye glanced at it, vaguely felt that the handwriting seemed a little familiar, but he didn't think much about it. After reading two pages, he lazily pushed the phone back: "It's quite suitable for you, but Xiaopang forget it."
Fatty: "Why?"
Xia Zhiye: "Because you don't understand."
"..." Xiaopang died suddenly on the spot, and then cheated on the corpse, "Forget it, I'll continue to support Shuaishen, maybe I can also contribute to his career of chasing his wife."
Xia Zhiye's psychological quality is very good, his face does not change and his heart beats: "You are right, it is not easy for a poor family to give a gift to someone you like."
"That's right, although I'm very attracted to the like master, I will also buy the handsome god. Once the youthful love story between the poor boy Xueba and Bai Fumei's school beauty is completed, it will be a good story in the world." Zhao Ruiwen pushed his glasses, and Looking forward, "I began to look forward to Christmas Eve this year, what a beautiful and moving story it would be."
"That's right." Xiaopang covered his heart, "The Handsome God must have loved that Bai Fumei so much that he mustered up the courage to confess, how can we turn a blind eye."
The exaggerated and pretentious drama did not awaken Xia Zhiye's feeling of shame at all, he nodded in agreement: "Well, indeed, the love is terrible, and the gifts you want to give must not be cheap, so remember to help him promote more. "
"do not worry."
"no problem."
The two deserved it, but Song Yan, who was lying on his stomach to catch up on sleep, scratched the back of his head twice impatiently. The short black hair protruding from between his thin and pale knuckles was visible to the naked eye.
Xia Zhiye thought he was too noisy, and with a look at him, Zhao Ruiwen and Xiaopang shut their mouths and turned back silently.
However, Song Yan just annoyed Xia Zhiye simply.
I haven't seen any girl he is in contact with usually, why did he suddenly fall in love with each other? And he is so poor, he still thinks about giving gifts to others, it is really heartless.
The more Song Yan thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.
In the end, he was annoyed, and fell asleep in a daze, even the occasional two low coughs in his sleep were filled with unhappiness.
Why did he suddenly start coughing.
Is your throat uncomfortable
Xia Zhiye thought about taking the thermos and got up to get Song Yan a cup of hot water.
As soon as he returned to his seat, Ruan Tian entered the classroom.
He wore a big mask on his small face, and he didn't even take it off when he was talking, and his voice was still a little hoarse: "Students, I'm very sorry, the teacher accidentally caught a cold, and my throat can't hold it, so we The main thing is to do the questions and papers, and when the teacher's voice is better, we can focus on explaining, okay?"
"It's okay, sister Tian, you have a good rest, your body is important."
"That's right, we still have English class representatives and monitors, don't worry."
"Yes, if it doesn't work, we can study by ourselves."
Ruan Tian felt very relieved: "Teacher is fine. It's just that the seasons have changed recently, and the temperature has dropped rapidly. It is also a flu-prone period. You must keep warm and wash your hands frequently. If you feel unwell, you must notify the teacher in time and observe in isolation, do you hear me?"
After finishing speaking, from the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of Song Yan still sleeping on his stomach in the corner of the back row of the classroom. He didn't seem to want to get up to attend the class. He moved his eyes, looked at Xia Zhiye next to him, and reminded him friendly: "For example, lying in the classroom this day It is easy to catch a cold and catch a cold when you sleep in a dark room, so it is recommended that the tablemate should take some care measures."
Xia Zhiye thought it made sense, turned around, took off a thick coat that was hanging on the back of his chair, and put it on Song Yan tightly.
Ruan Tian: "..."
Fatty: "..."
all the classmates:"… "
It's also a way of playing.
Ruan Tian's original intention was to make Xia Zhiye wake up Song Yan, but Song Yan is a child who is always self-conscious in his studies, and knows all kinds of things by heart, maybe he is really sleepy, so sleep for a while if you want to sleep.
Under Ruan Tian's connivance, Song Yan slept through two English sessions.
But the third class is math class, Luo Wei is not so easy to talk to.
In order to prevent Song Daxi from being punished to stand again, Xia Zhiye patted Song Yan's head lightly: "Song Yan, get up."
Song Yan ignored him at all.
Xia Zhiye pinched his earlobe again: "Song Daxi, get up."
Song Daxi still ignored him.
Xia Zhiye could only use his trump card and leaned into his ear: "Baby Song Yan..."
Song Yanbao didn't even raise his head, he picked up an English exercise book and threw it at it with his backhand: "Are you fucking annoying!"
Tsk, I'm still so angry when I wake up.
But why is the nasal voice so heavy today, it sounds like a husky voice.
Xia Zhiye rubbed the back of his head twice: "Is there something uncomfortable?"
Song Yan's head hurt so badly, he just wanted to sleep, lay down on the table, and said angrily, "None of your business."
Xia Zhiye has learned to habitually ignore his words: "Get up and drink some hot water before going to sleep."
Song Yan was still upset: "I don't want to drink."
"Drink if you don't want to, your voice doesn't sound right."
"I've said it all, don't drink, and whether my voice is right or not is none of your business."
Song Yan was so annoyed that he sat up and pushed away the thermos that Xia Zhiye had forced over.
The delicate brows were furrowed into a ball, and the end of the eyes and the cheeks were flushed, showing an obviously abnormal morbidity on the pale complexion.
Xia Zhiye put away the smiling coaxing look just now, grabbed Song Yan's shoulders that were about to lie down again, and said seriously: "Don't move."
Stretching out his right hand, the palm of his hand was gently pressed against Song Yan's forehead, feeling the unusually hot body temperature of someone who had always had a low body temperature, Xia Zhiye wrapped Song Yan with his coat without saying a word: "You have a fever , go to the infirmary."
Only then did Song Yan realize that his discomfort might not simply be due to not sleeping well.
But having a fever at this juncture is not a trivial matter. Who knows if it is the flu or the new crown, anyway, it is very contagious.
Song Yan pushed Xia Zhiye away with a cold face: "Get out of the way, I will go by myself."
Xia Zhiye asked back: "How do you go by yourself?"
"I go as I like."
Song Yan put on the mask and stood up after speaking.
However, as soon as he stood up, the feeling of top-heavy dizziness suddenly hit, and the muscles all over his body showed a kind of weakness and limpness, which was completely unable to support him to stand steadily, let alone take an extra step, so his body softened and fell back to the seat superior.
Xia Zhiye hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
Not wearing a mask, but still getting so close.
Song Yan was anxious, and immediately pushed hard with his hands: "Can you fucking stay away from me!"
His tone was urgent and harsh, his brows were tightly frowned, and his movements were instinctive, which seemed to be some kind of expression of extreme irritability and rejection.
Xia Zhiye thought of Song Yan's little temper that started last night, and his heart sank, wondering if Song Yan had discovered something, otherwise why would he suddenly start to reject him.
But none of that matters now.
What matters is Song Yan's physical condition.
Regardless of Song Yan's pushing and shoving, he helped him stand up, and said calmly, "Go to the infirmary first."
"I said I can... Fuck, Xia Zhiye, what are you doing!"
Song Yan hadn't finished speaking when his body suddenly limp and fell down. Immediately afterwards, he felt himself flying into the air. Xia Zhiye held his waist with one hand and put his knees on his knees with the other, and hugged him horizontally.
Hold.
Under the eyes of everyone, a big man like him was picked up by the princess, and he still wanted to lose face: "Xia Zhiye, are you fucking sick?!"
There was no hint of a joke on Xia Zhiye's face: "Now is not the time to lose your temper."
"Who the fuck got angry with you, let me go, fuck..."
At this moment, Song Yan wanted to have no strength, no brains, and tried his best to resist twice, but it was useless, so he could only bury his face in Xia Zhiye's collar, pretending that others could not see him .
But everyone else saw it.
The entire Class One, Grade Two, witnessed a cold war quarrel between the young couples and the domineering school girl hugging the princess: "..."
This is fucking love.
·
Whether it's love or not, Song Yan doesn't know.
He only knew that he wanted to strangle Xia Zhiye to death.
However, even though the nucleic acid test and virus test confirmed that Song Yan was just a fever caused by low immunity, just in case, the school doctor decided to isolate him in the infirmary for observation alone, so that no one else Therefore, Song Yan temporarily lost the chance to strangle Xia Zhiye to death with his own hands.
Lying alone on the white single bed in the infirmary, curled up slightly, looking fragile and lonely.
Xia Zhiye stood outside the window and looked at Song Yan's back inside, turned his head, and asked for the 108th time: "I really can't go in?"
The school doctor was annoyed and amused by his question: "Little classmate, if you ask me a hundred times, I won't let you in."
"Didn't it all turn out to be just a common fever?"
"That's not okay, this is the school, everything must be taken just in case." The school doctor looked at the time, "And my classmates, it's time for you to go back to class."
Xia Zhiye turned his head and looked into the room again: "It's okay, I'm the first in grade, it's okay if I don't go to class."
School doctor: "..."
Are young people today so ignorant of humility
If it weren't for the fact that both of them were boys, he would have suspected puppy love with the reluctance and worry in his extremely worried eyes.
In the end, seeing Xia Zhiye like this, he couldn't hold back, and sighed: "Okay, if you are afraid that he will be bored, it's not an option to stay here, why don't you help him pack his things and get some books? Come over with your mobile phone and tablet, play with him, and pass the time.”
What the school doctor said made sense.
Xia Zhiye nodded: "Well, fine. Then you must remember to stay here all the time, don't pull the curtains, don't turn off the lights, don't let him alone..."
"Okay, okay, you've said it eight hundred times, let's go!"
The good-tempered school doctor couldn't take it anymore, and violently drove away Xia Zhiye.
When Xia Zhiye returned to the classroom, the others did not shy away from it, and came together to care about Song Yan's condition.
After hearing Xia Zhiye say that Song Yan was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine, it's fine, but Master Xia, the princess hugged Brother Yan today, didn't he beat him to death?"
The person who said it was just making fun of it.
Xia Zhiye was silent and did not speak.
He was not beaten to death for the time being, but when Song Yan recovered from his illness, everything would be hard to say.
Thinking of Song Yan's angry look since yesterday and the violent pushing and shoving that he directly rejected today, Xia Zhiye felt that Song Yan might have realized that he had some wrong thoughts about him, so he was upset.
He doesn't care about other people's opinions, but he cares about Song Yan's opinions.
Kong Xiaoxiao is a girl, and her mind is more sensitive. Xia Zhiye's silence made her feel that something was wrong, and asked tentatively in a low voice: "Master Xia, why are you in a bad mood?"
"No."
Xia Zhiye responded perfunctorily, and continued to help Song Yan pack up.
When I took out the schoolbag, I didn't pay attention, the phone slipped from the side pocket and fell to the ground.
Xia Zhiye bent down to pick it up, and was about to stuff it back into the schoolbag, but the screen automatically lifted up to wake it up, and Xia Zhiye's gaze instantly caught a banner message on the lock screen.
The banner message Xia Zhiye is no stranger to, it is a return visit information 24 hours after a certain sneaker trading platform confirmed receipt.
[Dear Mr. Song Yan, the AJxxxx you purchased from our company at 17:32 on October 5th has been signed for, please comment on the product and service... ]
Afternoon of October 5th.
The same model as the pair of sneakers I received.
Song Yan said that it was given by someone who had a crush on her.
But I sent it to the lost and found office.
so…
Could it be...
At that moment, Xia Zhiye seemed to suddenly understand something, stuffed everything into his schoolbag, held his mobile phone, and stood up: "Sister Xiao, is the thing I gave you yesterday still in the lost and found office?"
Kong Xiaoxiao looked at Xia Zhiye who had a deep and melancholy face just a second ago, and suddenly the spring breeze was rippling in this second, and she blinked in confusion: "Yes, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just don't recruit, I have a master."
Xia Zhiye ran quickly to the student union office with his schoolbag in his hand, with a smile on his face that he couldn't suppress no matter how hard he tried.
It turns out that Song Yan really likes him, which is great.
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