Song Yan didn't answer directly this time.
Instead, after thinking seriously for a long time, he shook his head solemnly: "Not good."
Xia Zhi's ambition sank: "Why?"
"Because I want to be the number one in the college entrance examination."
"?"
"Falling in love will affect my speed of solving questions."
"..."
Xia Zhiye thought about 10,000 reasons why Song Yan might reject him, such as not accepting that boys like boys, such as being inappropriate, such as having someone he likes, but he never thought that he was defeated by learning.
It's not that Xia Zhiye doesn't like studying, otherwise he wouldn't be able to take the first place in the grade, but he doesn't seem to have a big obsession with studying, unlike Song Yan, who doesn't seem to give up until he gets the number one in the college entrance examination.
He was a little curious, and coaxed in a low voice: "So why do we want to get the first prize in the college entrance examination so much?"
"Because there's a million. I can never go home with a million. I don't like it there."
Song Yan buried her head in her arms, her voice muffled, as if she had suffered a lot of grievances.
Xia Zhiye sighed, he had never seen anyone who acted like a baby better than Song Yan, every time he acted like a baby, it was like deliberately kicking the most sore place in a person's heart, it was very painful, he reached out and rubbed his head : "Then we can actually learn together."
"don't want."
The other party was ungrateful and refused very decisively.
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
"Because I don't date people with lower math scores than me."
"..."
Xia Zhiye vaguely felt that this sentence seemed familiar, and when he remembered that it came from the story Shang Huai told Shang Huai about his persuasion at the farewell banquet that day, he was angry and funny for a while.
In the last exam, he was indeed one point lower than Song Yan in mathematics, but he didn't expect that one day the words he used to persuade others to learn would fall on him in a reincarnation.
He even suspected that Song Yan was not drunk, but just deliberately pretended to be drunk to annoy him.
But when you are angry, people still want to coax: "So as long as my math test score is higher than yours, I can chase you?"
For a long time, no one answered.
Xia Zhiye called tentatively: "Song Daxi?"
No one answered.
"Song Yan?"
Still no answer.
Xia Zhiye lifted Song Yan's head buried in the crook of his arms with a bad feeling, and sure enough, he saw a little face that was sleeping soundly.
Xia Zhiye: "..."
He once again reasonably suspected that Song Yan was sent by God to deliberately piss him off.
But what can I do, I can't beat him, I can't scold him, I can only lightly help him take off his shoes, socks and coat, then hug him horizontally and put him on the bed.
The moment he put it on the bed and wanted to let go to clean up the room, Song Yan hooked his neck and pulled it down hard, then rubbed it dissatisfied twice, and muttered: "Sleep together."
Xia Zhiye was hooked by him so that he almost fell on top of him, fortunately he supported him with his elbows in time and turned his body sideways, thus avoiding the embarrassment of pressing on Song Yan.
However, Song Yan seemed dissatisfied with this, and kept sticking to him, with his head still buried in his neck and gently rubbing back and forth: "Sleep together, I don't like sleeping alone, I can't sleep."
The hot breath sprayed on the neck, Xia Zhiye was rubbed so much that he wanted to curse in a low voice, but he endured it: "No."
"why?"
Someone who was rubbing back and forth stopped, as if he was very dissatisfied.
Xia Zhiye glanced at the mobile phone on the table, and replied very seriously: "I am a very traditional man, if you want to sleep with me, you must be responsible to me.
"..."
Song Yan obviously didn't realize such a huge amount of information processing.
Xia Zhiye put it in a simple way: "For example, agree to let me chase you."
There was a short silence, as if weighing which one was more cost-effective.
Then Song Yan tightly hooked Xia Zhiye's neck, clamped his legs around Xia Zhiye's waist, and hugged Xia Zhiye tightly in a way of sleeping with a doll: "Then you will sleep with me from now on." .”
At that moment, Xia Zhiye felt his hardened body and softened heart, and let out a deep breath.
On the day when Song Yan is chased, he must personally tell him what it means to sleep together.
Anyway, with the evidence in hand, someone should not even try to renege on it.
Otherwise, he would cry, make trouble and hang himself.
·
Song Yan had a dream.
A not so good dream.
In the dream, he was tightly entwined with someone in the dark, as if he was longing for the smell and temperature of his body, and also seemed to be longing for the only sense of security left in the darkness.
So he refused to let go no matter what, and clung to him tightly, like a goblin, pestering monks to do some things that shouldn't be done. Although ashamed, he indulged in it until he felt his body getting hotter and hotter. The hotter it got, the stuffier I could hardly breathe, and I woke up suddenly.
When I woke up, I found that my hands were tightly around Xia Zhiye's waist, my legs were tightly wrapped around Xia Zhiye's legs, my head was pressed against Xia Zhiye's chest, and Xia Zhiye's hair was placed on the back of my head and waist. Big trotters.
It seemed to be similar to the posture in the dream just now, Song Yan immediately rubbed up reflexively, and then kicked Xia Zhiye away: "Get up!"
Xia Zhiye was kicked awake, first stunned for a moment, and then seeing Song Yan's expression, he knew that someone had broken up again last night. Not surprisingly, he just half propped himself up and looked at Song Yan with a smile without saying a word.
Song Yan also followed his gaze and looked down.
"..."
Hold.
He kicked Xia Zhiye hard again, and then fled to the bathroom in a hurry.
He didn't think that a male high school student needed to be ashamed of some normal physiological reactions in the morning, but the reaction to the previous dream made him feel a little unacceptable.
Although he couldn't see the face of the person in the dream, he seemed to vaguely know who it was. He had only found that familiar smell and body temperature in one person.
But is it possible for a man to dream of having sex with another man
impossible.
So it must not be Xia Zhiye, it's just that reality has affected the dream.
Thinking so, Song Yan took a bath for half an hour, until the hot water in the water heater was gone, and then reluctantly walked out of the bathroom.
Xia Zhiye had also gotten up, took out a bottle of milk and was about to speak when Song gave him a disgusted look: "Shut up!"
Xia Zhiye was in an unprecedented mood today, so he shut up obediently, put the milk bread in front of Song Yan with a smile, and went into the bathroom by himself.
A certain person has a thin skin, and it is best not to tell the truth about some things.
Anyway, looking at someone's reaction, I'm afraid it's not very straightforward.
And Song Yan, who was far behind Xia Zhiye in information due to drunk fragments, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and rubbed two handfuls of hair vigorously.
Fuck, what happened last night, why did the atmosphere seem to be weird.
But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember it, so he could only throw the towel away irritably, and took out his phone to take a look. It was almost noon, and there were still several missed calls and WeChat messages, all of which were from Shen Jiayan.
Click into WeChat to have a look.
[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: I hate it! Are you awake? good news good news! The watch I hung to Xianyu for you is finally sold!
[Human World to Sweet Little Milkberry]: The other party is very straightforward, 50,000 yuan will be sold directly, and I will transfer the money to your account after he confirms receipt
[The sweetest little milkberry in the world]: But the market price of that watch is 180,000, and you sold it for 50,000, which is a pity
That watch was a birthday gift he received last year, and he actually liked it quite a bit, but now it is the only thing that is convenient to cash in directly.
It’s a pity that it’s sold for 50,000 yuan, but it’s not a limited edition. Those who can afford the original price are not inferior to the discount of 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. After going up for several days, many people asked, but few sincerely wanted to buy it.
At first, I thought that it would be fine to just spend two to three thousand or a few thousand yuan, but I didn't expect that when I woke up, I would encounter a dead mouse.
Song Yanfei quickly replied: [Yes, thanks]
[The world is the sweetest little milkberry]: Hey, it’s okay, if I didn’t pass the midterm exam and my mother didn’t give me pocket money, you wouldn’t be reduced to selling watches, but your father is really ruthless
Song Yan avoided the last line, and replied directly: [Send me the mid-term paper, and I will see what is wrong]
On the opposite side, Shen Jiayan immediately thanked Dade for calling him dad, and sent over a dozen scanned pictures.
It happened that Xia Zhiye also came out of the bathroom after washing, Song Yan didn't dare to look at him, but just looked at the phone, pretending to be natural and said: "Borrow the computer."
"What's wrong?"
"Help Shen Jiayan read his mid-term papers, the mobile phone is not convenient for others to comment."
"Well, okay, I'll watch it with you."
Song Yan raised his head and frowned slightly: "What are you looking at?"
Xia Zhiye lazily picked up the box of milk with the straw stolen yesterday, cut open the package, and said slowly: "Look at the questions from the best private high school in Beijing, so that I can check for omissions and fill in the gaps, so as not to keep failing to improve my math grades." go up."
"?"
Xia Zhiye got 147 in the test last time. Does this mean that he can't improve his math score
Sensing Song Yan's puzzled gaze, Xia Zhiye raised the milk carton in his hand: "No way, I don't deserve to fall in love with someone until I surpass someone in math. So for the sake of learning and love, cheers."
Song Yan: "..."
Crazy.
·
Regardless of whether Song Yan felt that Xia Zhiye was crazy, anyway, Xia Zhiye's attitude towards review in the next few days was indeed much more serious than before.
So serious that Xiaopang called Xia Zhiye that he didn't intend to leave a meal for the scumbags.
And the weather is getting colder day by day. While the people in other dormitories are struggling to wash thicker and thicker clothes, 616's pink washing machine is dedicated to guarding Song Yan's freedom to change clothes.
So much so that Song Yan subtly felt that pink seemed really pretty.
And the day after the exam happened to be Lidong. As the exam bell rang, someone shouted in despair: "Winter is coming", and the whole second grade of high school became like a northern cemetery again.
Fatty slumped on the seat like a dead body: "Pervert, it's really perverted, how can there be such a perverted school, and the questions are not made by humans at all."
Zhao Ruiwen paralyzed beside him like another dead body: "It's over, it's over, if I don't have the information of the like master, I might not be able to solve a big problem."
Fatty: "Oh, I'm dying of laughter, I don't have time to do big things at all."
Zhao Ruiwen: "Oh, I'm dying of laughter, I don't even know whether the last big problem in mathematics is sequence or solid geometry."
"So, Master Xia, how did you do in the exam?"
Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen tried to find some comfort.
Xia Zhiye lowered his head and played with his mobile phone: "It's not bad, 700 at worst."
Fatty, Zhao Ruiwen: "..."
Not giving up, he looked at Song Yan again: "Brother Yan, what about you?"
Song Yan packed her schoolbag and replied casually, "Around 710."
"..."
Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen didn't know why they wanted to humiliate themselves.
Silently shut up and choose death.
People are different after all.
They are people, and the two behind are perverted people, which belong to class enemies in sociology.
When Ruan Tian walked into the classroom, he saw such a group of zombie cubs. He sighed and looked at the only two normal people left in the back row of the classroom: "Song Yan, Xia Zhiye, come out."
The two people who were called out of the classroom slowly.
Ruan Tian looked at the two tall boys who were about 1.8 meters tall in front of him, and tried his best to raise his chest and head up, so that he would not look so petite: "I asked you to come out, the main reason is to tell you that there will be an English speech contest next month thing."
Song Yan was straightforward: "Not interested."
Ruan Tian: "..."
Be interested even if you are not interested.
Ruan Tian pretended not to hear: "This English speech contest is for each key high school to recommend two students, and then they will give a keynote speech together with those schools in Beijing who came to exchange. The sponsors are several universities. If they win the prize, It will be helpful for you to self-enroll yourself in the future.”
Song Yan still didn't seem interested at first glance.
Ruan Tian continued to persuade: "The reason for choosing the two of you is also based on the consideration of comprehensive factors such as English performance, oral pronunciation, temperament and image, and then it is decided by the teachers of the grade group, so you should not live up to the teacher's expectations. "
Song Yan was very indifferent to fame and fortune: "I'm really not interested."
"..."
Ruan Tian looked at Xia Zhiye.
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows indifferently: "I can do it."
"Okay, that counts as you."
Ruan Tian didn't give up when he caught one. He patted Song Yan on the shoulder, "Young man, you should seize the opportunity and hand in the registration form next week. You still have a weekend to think about it."
After finishing speaking, Song Yan didn't give Song Yan a chance to refuse: "Okay, I heard from Liu Yue that it's the basketball game's turn at Shiwai's home court. You guys are going to familiarize yourself with the venue this afternoon, so hurry up and pay attention to safety on the road."
After finishing speaking, he ran away diudiudiu in his small high heels, for fear that Song Yan would directly refuse three times.
Song Yan who refused to take a step behind: "..."
Forget it, it will be the same if you refuse next week.
Xia Zhiye hooked Song Yan's shoulder, and laughed: "Don't worry, Ruan Tian won't give up until you sign up, so you should die."
Song Yan shook off his arm uncomfortably: "Don't f*ck move your hands."
Xia Zhiye gave a "tsk", man, it turns out that he turned his face faster than turning a book, and he didn't know who was the one who had to wrap around his waist a few days ago.
·
The basketball game between the field and the third middle school has almost become a must-have event for the second grade after the mid-term entrance examination, and the home court also rotates every year.
This year just happened to be the turn of Shiwai.
The entire basketball team, plus the cheerleader Kong Xiaoxiao and the vice-captain Xiaopang, were so tall and big that they threw a club at the gate of the real school, scaring the captain of the security team and almost calling 110.
"No, Uncle Security, we're really not here to fight in groups, it's just the old rules. Check out the venue in advance. Didn't anyone tell you in advance?"
The security guard shook his head suspiciously: "We haven't received the news. Either you contact the teacher outside the practice, or ask the student union to issue a certificate, otherwise I can't let you in."
"But where do we know the foreign teachers and the student union?" Fatty was speechless, and looked at Liu Yue, "Didn't you say you've made an agreement with the basketball team?"
"It's an agreement, but they haven't replied to my WeChat today." Liu Yue made another voice call, but still no one answered, and turned his head to look at Xia Zhiye, "Didn't you go to junior high school? How many people do you know?"
As soon as the words fell, I heard a cold voice from behind: "Xia Zhiye, what are you doing here?"
When everyone looked back, they saw behind him a tall, fair-skinned handsome man with a straight school uniform and shirt as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, walking towards them slowly.
"Fuck, there is such a beauty in reality."
Kong Xiaoxiao couldn't help admiring.
Fatty friendly reminded: "Miss Xiao, watch your saliva."
"Okay thank you."
Kong Xiaoxiao quickly wiped the corner of her mouth.
Fortunately, Marshal Bi Gao was so cold that he didn't look sideways and didn't notice them.
Xia Zhiye seemed to have a good impression of this person, and replied lazily, "Let's take a look at the venue."
"Well, I'll take you in."
The commander-in-chief was concise and to the point, and took out the work card of the president of the student union.
The security captain obviously knew this person very well, so he didn't ask any more questions. After organizing them to register, he opened the school gate.
Just as everyone was about to thank them, the commander-in-chief seemed to catch a glimpse of something that shouldn't have happened out of the corner of his eye. He said coldly, "There's something wrong, you can take care of yourself" and walked quickly towards a blind monitoring area.
"Tsk, it's quite cold, who is this?"
Kong Xiaoxiao asked Xia Zhiye curiously.
Xia Zhiye replied casually: "Qin Zigui, the senior from the previous year, but don't think about it, someone else has a partner."
"Aww..."
Kong Xiaoxiao let out a disappointed cry.
Turning around, raised eyebrows, "Who is this girl? Looking for you? Master Xia?"
Song Yan was originally indifferent throughout the whole process, with a face of nothing to do with himself, but when he heard this, he suddenly raised his eyes inexplicably.
Then, under the ginkgo tree in autumn, a girl with fluttering hair was holding a stack of books, standing among the colorful fallen leaves, looking at Xia Zhiye from a distance, her eyes seemed affectionate and hesitant.
If you add idol drama-style slow playback and BGM, it will be an affectionate drama where the hero and heroine reunite after a long absence.
Without waiting for Xia Zhiye to answer, Xiaopang slapped his thigh: "Fuck! I know this girl! I've seen the photos, it's that, that, who, oops, I can't remember the name, anyway, it's when I was in junior high and Master Xia The one with the legs!"
Song Yan: "..."
Xia Zhiye: "..."
Song Yan gave the girl a cold look, and Xia Zhiye a cold look, then turned and left.
Xia Zhiye raised his leg and kicked Xiaopang: "What nonsense are you talking about all day long?"
Xiaopang was inexplicable: "Fuck, what did I do wrong again?!"
Zhou Ziqiu put on the earphones expressionlessly: "You reflect on whether you have provoked other people's family relationships."
Fatty thought about it seriously.
He didn't.
Really not.
"The two of them are big men, what can I provoke!" Xiaopang died of grievance.
Xia Zhiye didn't even bother to talk to him, and quickly followed in the direction Song Yan left.
Song Yan didn't react until he heard this, yes, what's there to provoke him and Xia Zhiye, two big men? Why is he suddenly upset
Thinking about it, his footsteps suddenly stopped when he turned the corner of the teaching building.
Turning around the teaching building is a very narrow alley. Green bamboos are planted between the school wall and the gap between the teaching building. Among the bamboo shadows, he saw that the president of the student union named Qin Zigui seemed to be throwing something. The person was stuck in the corner, and his tone was subdued and displeased: "I was away for a day, and you went out secretly to fight with others?"
Thinking of what Xia Zhiye said about Qin Zigui having a partner, Song Yan felt that he shouldn't listen to other young lovers' corners, and turned to leave.
However, there happened to be a raging wind, which bent a row of thin bamboos, revealing the neat short hair and sharp and beautiful eyebrows of the other party in the bamboo forest.
Song Yanwei raised his eyebrows, is it a boy
His face was painted, and his body was probably injured, because Qin Zigui was pressing his shoulder with one hand and pulling his collar with the other, as if checking the wound.
From a distance, Song Yan couldn't see the real thing, but he always felt that this wanton inspection of each other's body and the atmosphere between the two seemed a little strange.
But two big men, what's so strange.
Song Yan felt that he was thinking too much, but just a second before he turned to leave, he saw the injured boy raised his face, quickly touched Qin Zigui's chin, then lowered his head, with an awkward and guilty tone: "Okay Now, give you a kiss, don't be angry."
What Qin Zigui bent over and did at that moment, he didn't have time to see clearly.
Because in the next second, he was pulled aside by his wrist, leaning against the wall with his back lightly, and a familiar voice came from above his head: "Don't peek at the love of other young couples."
young lovers.
Song Yan raised her eyes: "They..."
"Ok."
Xia Zhiye should be indifferent and lazy.
Like something out of the ordinary.
Song Yanchui's knuckles curled up unconsciously by his side, he was thinking why it was already the beginning of winter, but it was so hot like dog days.