Song Yan paused for a moment before asking, "You already knew?"
"Well, I already knew."
Xia Zhiye answered naturally.
Song Yan didn't know what to say for a while to make himself less strange.
In fact, when he saw this scene, he didn't feel any repulsion or discomfort, only a kind of unreasonable guilt, not like breaking someone else's secret, but like breaking his own secret, but how could he feel this kind of guilt? I can't even think about it.
What is he guilty of.
However, Xia Zhiye looked down at him seriously, as if trying to see something, which made his palms sweat unconsciously, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere.
Fortunately, Xiaopang's bluffing voice saved him in time: "Brother Yan, Master Xia, what are you doing! The direction is wrong! This way!"
Song Yancai suddenly came back to his senses, and pushed Xia Zhiye away with a cold face: "Get out of the way, it's broad daylight, don't talk about it."
"So it's okay tonight?"
Xia Zhiye raised an eyebrow and asked.
Song Yan: "..."
What a fucking logical genius.
He kicked Xia Zhiye away mercilessly, and walked quickly back into the crowd, Xia Zhiye followed slowly with a smile in a good mood,
The girl was also standing in the crowd just now, she seemed to offer to lead the way, but her eyes kept on Xia Zhiye, and when he approached, she said in a low voice, "Long time no see."
Xia Zhiye nodded slightly to show the most basic courtesy, then hooked Song Yan's neck and led him to the basketball court.
The girl was not embarrassed, so she walked side by side with Kong Xiaoxiao slowly.
On the contrary, the chubby student who followed them was so embarrassed that his scalp tingled, and he asked Zhou Ziqiu in a very low voice: "Is this fucking ex-girlfriend, definitely ex-girlfriend, I can't think of anything more embarrassing than meeting your ex." situation."
Zhou Ziqiu spit out two words very simply: "No."
Fatty asked: "What's the situation?"
Zhou Ziqiu: "I don't know."
"?" Fatty didn't understand, "You don't even know, how can you be sure?"
"Xia Zhiye says it's not, then it's not."
After Zhou Ziqiu finished speaking, he turned up the volume of the earphones by three bars in front of Xiaopang. It was very obvious that he didn't want to gossip.
It made Xiaopang scratch his heart and liver, but there was nothing he could do.
Is he the only one in the world who cares about this issue
Don't you gossip
This kind of heart-scratching was not replaced by the grief and indignation after seeing the gap between schools until they arrived at the basketball court.
No. 3 Middle School also has an art building, and there is also a basketball hall in the art building, but both the rubber floor and the basketball stand are a bit old, not to mention that the basketball hall has a constant temperature system, spacious changing rooms and 24-hour hot showers between.
"Today is also a day when I feel angry about the skewed educational resources." Xiao Pang felt unbearably sad and indignant.
There was a chuckle from the door.
A group of boys came in wearing uniform team uniforms, clapping basketballs, their expressions seemed to have heard some joke, but when they passed Xiaopang, they walked straight up to Xia Zhiye as if they hadn't seen him: "Xia God, it's been a long time I don't see you."
Xia Shen's so-called Secondary School is still left over from his junior high school days.
At that time, Xia Zhiye's height had already jumped to 1.8 meters, and he stood out among a group of radish heads that hadn't grown much. In addition, he played basketball well, played some musical instruments, and his grades were stable when he went to class and slept every day. The first three, this title was spread out.
However, it is clear that the boy called "Xia Shen" was not out of respect and worship, but more of a mockery.
Xia Zhiye didn't want to talk to him, he jumped on the spot, hit a three-pointer, and then looked at Song Yan: "Let's go, go change clothes."
Song Yan let out a "hmm", hooked the strap of the schoolbag on his shoulder, and followed slowly.
Others in the No. 3 Middle School followed suit, with their heads raised, their nostrils upturned, and they walked past the boy humming without looking sideways.
Deliberately ignoring the provocative gesture so angry that the foreign boy couldn't help but blurt out curses: "What a fart, I called you Xia Shen, I really forgot what I am, and I have the face to turn back after being persuaded... "
"Chen Rui, stop talking!"
The girl who was staying quietly at the side couldn't help but stop her.
Chen Rui turned around in shock: "Jiang Yuanyuan, you still speak for this kind of scum?"
"I've said it all, I told you not to say it! Don't you understand!"
The girl was obviously a very well-bred and gentle person at ordinary times, but now she involuntarily increased her tone because she was anxious to stop her.
Chen Rui thought he was standing up for her, but he was beaten up for no reason, and he was stunned, but he didn't want the girl to get off the stage in public, so he could only hold back: "Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense with this kind of person. See you on the court."
After finishing speaking, he said to the rest of the basketball team: "Give me a good training game tonight, and the lesson that should be given to that scum must be given solidly enough, you hear me!"
"heard it!"
A group of reckless men swear by it.
Jiang Yuanyuan glanced at the expressions of these elders who were filled with righteous indignation for eliminating harm for the people. She was speechless and anxious, and wanted to say something, but after a few times he hesitated to speak, she could only sigh, turned around and walked quickly to the men's locker room walk in.
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The murderous look in the locker room was no less than that outside.
Xiaopang couldn’t do whatever he wanted to do, and got angry first: “What the hell is that person! Why do you say that our Lord Xia is a scum?! Is our Lord Xia a bad character? Is it a scum? Is it a scum? Is it a beast? Come on, tell me!"
Fatty handed out the microphone.
Team member one: "Of course not!"
Player No. 2: "Of course not!"
Team member number three: "Of course not!"
Team member No. 4: "It's hard to say."
"?"
Fatty looked at team member No. 4 named Song Yan: "Brother Yan, you have to support Master Xia at this time, don't you know who Master Xia is?"
Song Yan opened the storage box expressionlessly: "Knowing people, knowing the face, not knowing the heart."
"..."
Also know people know face but not heart.
Xia Zhiye couldn't help but look sideways: "Brother Yan, do you have a conscience?"
Unmoved, Song Yan put the bag into the locker, carried the jersey, and turned around: "Excuse me, let me change."
Xia Zhiye turned around at the same angle, looked at the disheveled moth behind him: "Did you hear that, let me, Brother Yan, change clothes."
Fatty didn't understand: "Such a big place, it's not enough for the two of you to change clothes."
"Not enough. I'm thin-skinned, and I'm shy when you look at me, so please go to the next door." Xia Zhiye's expression remained unchanged.
Everyone: "...?"
You, Xia Zhiye, have a thin skin
The corners of the city walls are not allowed.
Everyone was still planning to resist, Zhou Ziqiu stood up first: "I suggest you go to the next door with me."
"Why?"
"If you are not afraid of being injured in a fight later."
"..."
After thinking about the unharmonious atmosphere of the two big guys since they entered the school gate and their fighting power, everyone silently picked up their clothes, moved the venue, and closed the door very wittily.
Xia Zhiye crossed his arms, leaned against the locker, looked down at Song Yan, and said in a low voice, "Now you can ask."
Song Yan's face was paralyzed: "There is nothing to ask."
Xia Zhiye: "Are you sure?"
Song Yan: "Yes."
"Including what is the relationship between me and that girl?"
"..."
Knowing silence.
Xia Zhiye couldn't help laughing and said: "If you want to ask, just ask, I promise to tell you everything I know."
From a rational point of view, Song Yanzhen felt that there was nothing to ask.
Xia Zhiye's previous grievances and grievances, he told himself if he wanted to tell himself, and pulled him down if he didn't want to tell himself. Anyway, he believed in Xia Zhiye's character, and his left and right could not affect their relationship.
As for the relationship between Xia Zhiye and that girl...
Love is what a relationship is.
What does it have to do with him.
Song Yan felt that he was very open-minded.
However, a soft female voice came from the door: "Excuse me, is there anyone? Is Xia Zhiye there?"
Song Yan's unattractive face froze instantly, and pushed Xia Zhiye: "Get out of the way, you are looking for you."
Xia Zhiye was blocking the way, motionless, but raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who told you that she is my angel?"
Nobody told.
He himself deduced it from Xiaopang's gossip.
But if she is not a fairy.
So how many good sisters and good sisters does Xia Zhiye have
The more Song Yan thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and an unknown fire ignited. He simply didn't bother to talk nonsense with Xia Zhiye, and turned around directly, facing the cabinet, put his hands on the hem of the sweater, lifted it up, took it off, and threw it on on the seat cushion.
Xia Zhiye didn't expect such a good thing, leaning against the door of the cupboard, his eyes focused, watching with relish, generous.
However, when Song Yan took off the bottoming T-shirt halfway, his movements stopped, and the hem of the shirt stopped above the waistline, revealing a thin waist, and after three seconds, it hung down again.
Song Yan originally thought it was okay for a man to take off his clothes in front of a man, but for some reason, he somehow remembered the scene in the bamboo forest alley just now, and the clothes couldn't be taken off anyway.
So he put down the hem of his clothes, turned around, and looked at Xia Zhiye: "Pretty good?"
Xia Zhiye nodded: "Well, it looks good."
Good looking sir.
Song Yan couldn't hold it back, grabbed Xia Zhiye's neckline with one hand, and punched Xia Zhiye into a fist with the other.
Xia Zhiye stepped back and was directly pushed against the cabinet door, while Song Yan's punch seemed to hit Xia Zhiye directly, but in fact it hit the cabinet door behind him.
How painful it is to hit it.
Fortunately, Xia Zhiye caught his fist with quick eyes and hands, and raised his eyebrows pretending to be innocent: "Why are you angry again? Everyone is a man, what's wrong with taking a look?"
"Everyone is a man, you have what I have, so what's so interesting?"
"Which male high school student doesn't compare each other's abs?"
"..."
It seems to make sense.
"Or..." Xia Zhiye lowered his voice, "You were influenced by Qin Zigui and others, so you don't mind?"
Hearing this, Song Yan didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "You're the one who is fucking affected."
As if afraid that someone might misunderstand.
Generally speaking, the more guilty you are, the faster you deny it.
Xia Zhiye suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth: "That's it, it's such a big dressing room, you change yours, I change mine, why are you beating me?"
Speak frankly and confidently.
Song Yan: "..."
Right.
Anyway, he is straight, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
Thinking about it, he pulled his fist back hard, put his hands on the hem of the T-shirt again, and lifted it up.
Just halfway through, the door of the locker room opened with a "squeak", and Xia Zhiye almost instinctively pulled Song Yan past him, trying to protect him behind him.
However, Song Yan also struggled instinctively, so between pulling and pulling, Xia Zhiye dragged Song Yan and pushed him against the cabinet door. Before he could explain, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
The chubby people who just opened the door stared blankly at the locker room where no one had changed their clothes after five minutes had passed.
One of the bosses, whose clothes had obviously been pulled, pressed the other boss tightly against the cabinet door. There was also an innocent sweater scattered on the ground, which seemed to have been torn off in a hurry, and the T-shirt on his body The shirt has also been lifted.
Song Yan: "..."
Xia Zhiye: "..."
People at the door: "..."
After three seconds of silence, they looked at each other.
boom-
The door was closed again.
Immediately afterwards, Xiaopang choked back his grief: "Shut it! You must help them cover the cabinet door!"