Song Yan's self-criticism didn't get any better.
"To sum up, Xia Zhiye from our school came late unintentionally and accidentally lost his math homework out of his kind nature of being willing to help others, solidarity and friendship, and will make up all of it tomorrow.
However, teacher Luo Wei in my class did not listen to the reason, did not believe in the students, disregarded his own injuries, and punished him in public.
Therefore, give suggestions and feedback, and hope that Mr. Luo Wei will correct his mistakes and encourage him to move forward.
Feedback person Song Yan, the review is over. "
After listening to this review, there was no sound in the classroom.
The old man who was over half a century old was trembling with anger, pointed at Song Yan, trembling for a long time, but he didn't tremble and uttered a word.
It was Xia Zhiye who was considerate, and spoke up for him: "Old Luo, let's not worry, just speak slowly, the apology will not be short of time."
Luo Lao was almost pushed over by him directly.
In the end, the class representative and the class monitor forcibly took her back to the office together, thus avoiding a tragedy.
There was booing in the rest of the classroom.
"The new classmate is awesome!"
"If you can make Luo Lao angry like this, you are the only one besides me, Lord Xia. Let me respectfully call you "Brother Disgusting" from now on."
"I'm going to print out this review and recite it over and over again."
"I hate brother, this is also considered a beauty-saving hero, right?"
Song Yan felt that there was something wrong with the brain circuits of this group of people.
Xia Zhiye never thought that his extremely beautiful and delicate self-criticism would be able to appear reliable and normal under the background of Song Yan. It seems that his status as a leader in literary criticism will soon be lost.
The chair was tilted back, and he tilted his head to look at Song Yan, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved: "Why, brother Yan, do you feel sorry for me?"
His voice was loose and hoarse, with a smile on his face, which sounded like flirting with a scumbag.
Song Yan buried her head in the paper indifferently: "I think too much, I just uphold justice."
Xia Zhiye gave a "tsk" sound: "I thought you were angry and crowned as a beauty."
"Look in the mirror, what kind of girl are you?"
"I don't count?"
Xia Zhiye really didn't know where to take out a mirror, put it in front of him, stroked his hair back, revealing a full and smooth forehead and three-dimensional and exquisite facial features, and looked around.
"I think I'm pretty good at it. Look at this small face, look at these big eyes, look at this high nose bridge, you said that if I were to marry a rich woman, my monthly salary would be at least..."
Snapped-
A thick, hard-covered notebook slammed hard in front of Xia Zhiye, violently interrupting his subsequent speech.
"what is this?"
Xia Zhiye threw down the mirror, picked up the notebook, and flipped through it.
Song Yan's expression was cold: "The summary book of key knowledge left by the previous champion of the Beijing college entrance examination."
"What for me?"
"Recite the first forty pages within one month."
"Why carry it?"
"Because knowledge changes destiny."
"What fate to change?"
"Change your fate of going public and selling yourself as a duck."
"...Look, you still said you don't love me."
"..."
Snapped-
Song Yan finally couldn't hold back, and slapped Xia Zhiye on the head with a book.
·
In middle school, apart from the answers to exam papers and the notebooks of top students, rumors must have spread the fastest.
By the time lunch was served, the entire second grade had already heard that the rich second-generation handsome guy who was transferred from the first class got injured in a gang fight on the first day of school, and even made the teacher angry for defending the school bully A half-dead glorious deed.
Zhou Ziqiu gave a thumbs up: "As expected of Master Xia's victim, this method is really in the same line, and the self-criticism is so dangerous."
Xia Zhiye didn't even look at him: "If Song Yan hears this, you may not live until tomorrow."
As he spoke, he took out the lunch box and handed it to the aunt in the cafeteria: "A large portion of sweet and sour pork, a large portion of winter melon ribs, a large portion of pig's trotters, and a large portion of chicken drumsticks."
Shang Huai couldn't help but said, "Master Xia, are you feeding Song Yan or pigs?"
Xia Zhiye: "Have you ever seen such a thin pig?"
Shang Huai: "Not really."
"That's it, it's what you eat and make up for what you eat." Xia Zhiye took back the lunch box, "Okay, eat yours quickly, I have something to go out during lunch break, if you have nothing to do, go to the first shift to see if there is anything wrong with Song Yan It's convenient, help me."
"Okay, no problem, but you won't eat with us?" Shang Huai asked.
Xia Zhiye: "What are we going to eat with you guys? Song Yan is still waiting for me in the classroom."
After speaking, he took the lunch box and left without looking back.
Shang Huai turned to look at Zhou Ziqiu blankly, "Old Zhou, why do I feel like I'm about to fall out of favor?"
Zhou Ziqiu patted his head affectionately: "Don't worry, Shang Cairen, you worry too much, you have never been favored at all, so don't try to compete with Song Meiren."
"But he only knew the boss for one day!"
"Who makes parents look good and people are arrogant."
"..."
"Look at you again, besides playing games to give away heads, what else can you do?"
"You're right, I'm indeed no match for that little elf."
Shang Huai stuffed a big mouthful of rice resentfully.
Little Goblin Song, who was waiting to be fed far away in the classroom, knew nothing about this and sneezed innocently.
After Xia Zhiye had lunch with Song Yan, he left the school by himself.
"Boss, choose a bicycle, which is convenient for taking people with you."
These years, the business of the bicycle store is not so good. A customer came suddenly at noon, and the boss didn't even have time to eat.
As soon as he went out, he found a handsome and tall guy in a school uniform, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "I bought it to carry my girlfriend?"
Xia Zhiye felt that it would be a bit troublesome to explain if he said that an old man came to buy a bicycle just to carry another old man.
He didn't answer, just said: "Choose a stable one with a comfortable back seat, the price is not a problem."
"Okay, no problem, I'll take care of this." The boss said as he entered the shop, and quickly launched a brand new bicycle, "What do you think of this?"
Xia Zhiye glanced at the old-fashioned black body frame: "It's too ordinary."
The boss rolled out another gray one: "What about this one?"
"It's still too ordinary."
The boss didn't want to understand how a bicycle can be extraordinary.
Xia Zhiye glanced around the store and pointed to the corner: "How do you sell this one?"
"Oh, handsome boy, you have a good eye. Now girls like this kind of thing the most. The original price is 1200, you have to buy it sincerely, even if it is 980, I will refit you with a car mat for free, so that you can sit safely, softly and comfortably. How about it?"
"Okay." Xia Zhiye thought for a while and emphasized, "A cushion of the same color is required."
"Okay! No problem! Just scan the QR code at the door."
Xia Zhiye opened Alipay.
One scan, one swipe, one turn of the page.
Payment failed.
As if guessing something, he lowered his head and opened the mobile banking, and was not surprised when he saw the words "Reported Lost".
He knew that it was not so easy to get rid of Luo Wei's anger.
In all likelihood, Liu Deqing sued the old man.
Sure enough, as soon as he exited the app, the old man called, and Xia Zhiye answered helplessly: "Hello, grandpa."
"No, this is my problem, it has nothing to do with Song Yan."
"I said, I'm not going abroad, and it's useless for you to ask me to go back."
"If you want to report the loss of the card, you can report the loss. Anyway, it's not just once or twice."
"That's it, hang up, you pay attention to your body."
After hanging up the phone, the boss had already modified the mat. Xia Zhiye took out a stack of cash from his school uniform pocket, counted them, no more, no less, exactly ten pink ones, and handed them to the boss: "Cash, okay?"
"Okay, come, I'll find you twenty. See how the mat is."
"Very good, thank you boss."
Xia Zhiye raised his long legs and stepped onto the bicycle.
A doll handing out leaflets happened to pass by: "Sir, do you want to know about the financial management business?"
It's not easy to wear such a heavy doll costume on such a sweltering day, Xia Zhiye thought, took it without looking at it, stuffed it directly into the pocket of his trousers, and rode his bicycle back to school.
·
Song Yan has always been a person who can not meddle in other people's business, and never pays any attention to what Xia Zhiye did when he went out for lunch break from the beginning to the end.
After school in the afternoon, I took out my mobile phone to take a taxi, but I heard a commotion in the classroom.
At a glance, a group of boys in basketball jerseys were coming back from outside the classroom. The leader was very tall, and the tendons on his arms seemed to be out of breath.
The person next to him also called out "Brother Yue", who seemed to be the leader of some kind of idiot middle school student organization similar to "Six High School Seven Wolves".
The younger brother No. 1 next to the leader boasted: "Brother Yue, this new shoe is not bad, a joint name of AJ and DIOR"
The person called Brother Yue raised his foot tremblingly: "Okay, China has the same style of hip-hop, and my mother just brought it back to me from abroad."
"Fuck, that's a lot of money."
"Nonsense, 40,000 to 50,000 yuan, don't mess around, you will pay if you break it?"
Hearing this, Xia Zhiye, who was held down by Song Yan on his seat and not allowed to leave until he finished writing a whole set of papers, suddenly laughed.
Liu Yue looked over looking for the laughter, and frowned dissatisfiedly: "Xia Zhiye, what are you laughing at?"
"I'm not laughing at anything." Xia Zhiye continued to calculate the force of the magnetic field, "I just feel a little fake."
This sentence seemed to touch a certain nerve point of Liu Yue, and he immediately asked loudly: "You made it clear, what is fake?"
"The application questions are fake, otherwise what else could they be fake?" Xia Zhiye didn't raise his head, and his tone was half a smile, making it impossible to guess what it meant.
Liu Yue cursed bad luck in his heart, turned around, bumped into the son of the proprietress above, and took advantage of the situation to vent his anger: "Zhang Mianmian, why don't you pay the money?"
Zhang Mianmian trembled: "I, I handed in..."
"What you paid today was the class fee, and what you didn't pay was the materials printing fee at the end of last semester. It's been a summer vacation, and you still can't make up thirty yuan?"
"I, I forgot to bring it, tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow, it's tomorrow again. When did you say that tomorrow is really tomorrow? Look at how poor you are, and look at your poor grades. Go to work early to earn money. What are you going to study?"
Snapped-
The pen is on the table.
Xia Zhiye lay back and leaned on the back of the chair: "What's the noise, I'll pay it for him..."
Yes.
Halfway through the conversation, I realized that my total net worth is only twenty, my voice paused slightly, and just as I was thinking about how to solve it, a wallet fell on the table in front of me.
The owner of the wallet said coldly with that beautiful little smelly face, "Can you fucking stop putting things here with me?"
"Okay, pay attention next time." Xia Zhiye smiled, understood, took Song Yan's wallet very naturally, took out 30 yuan, and pushed it in front of Liu Yue, "Come on, put it away, don't lose it."
Liu Yue couldn't find an excuse to get angry again, so he could only grab the money and leave.
When he turned around and passed by Zhang Mianmian, he snorted coldly: "Okay, don't act so fucking cowardly, I'm talking for your own good, you guys with poor grades and bad grades, what's the use of going to school?"
Where did the inexplicable sense of superiority come from.
Xia Zhiye held the pen holder with his fingertips and put it on the table. Just as he was about to speak, Song Yan beside him said indifferently: "May I ask, how much did you pay for the pair of shoes on your feet?"
Liu Yue turned around: "Forty-eight thousand, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Song Yan said without emotion, "I just want to remind you that Lingtang may have been deceived."
"?"
"There are at most three hundred counterfeit goods in Taobao stores on your feet."
"..."
There was a moment of silence in the classroom.
Liu Yue smashed the basketball in his hand to the ground: "Song Yan, what the hell do you mean? You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately, understand?"
The younger brothers beside him also began to echo.
"Yes, why do you say Brother Yue's shoes are fake?"
"Our brother Yue is a fucking international trader, will he buy fake shoes?"
"That's right, it's as if you've seen the real thing."
Young Master Song didn't like to talk nonsense with fools, so he took out his mobile phone, tapped it a few times, and threw it in front of them.
There is nothing else on the screen, it just happens to be the order page of the official sneaker trading platform.
Orderer: Song Yan
Payment amount: 49899
Payment time: 8:00 on January 17, 2020
People bought the real one half a year ago, and there is an order and evidence, so it can't be fake.
And looking at the physical picture, and looking at the shoes on Liu Yue's feet, I always feel that although they look exactly the same, there is something wrong, but they can't tell if they really want to say what's wrong.
It wasn't until Song Yan said, "The side jacquard material."
Everyone suddenly realized: "It turns out that..."
So your mother is like this, you can see the fart.
Liu Yue's face was extremely ugly.
Song Yan took back the phone and said indifferently, "If Lingtang bought it through a formal channel, you can use the receipt to defend your rights if you buy a fake one. If you are not familiar with the process, I can help you."
It sounded like he was speaking for Liu Yue, indicating that he didn't necessarily buy fakes on purpose, but he might just be cheated
But this is a Taobao A product, where can Liu Yue find a small ticket from a regular channel
And anyway, it cost more than a thousand to buy. How could this person see through it at a glance
Liu Yue gritted his teeth, no, no, no.
While feeling embarrassed, Song Yan added lightly, "But these shoes are not easy to match with clothes, and I haven't worn them. If you like them, I will give them to you. They are not rare things anyway."
Very pretentious.
But Song Yanlen sat there indifferently, and said this with a blank face, which seemed to be taken for granted.
It also seemed that the way Liu Yue treasured his own shoes before became more and more funny.
Those people who usually don't like Liu Yue have already started to cover their mouths and whisper, and sneer a little from time to time.
Liu Yue has always loved saving face the most. Whenever he loses this kind of person, he just doesn't take it for granted. He can't even scold him back if he wants to.
I could only grit my teeth and sneer: "No, you're right, it's not a rare thing anyway, if you get cheated out of tens of thousands of dollars, you get scammed, it's no big deal."
After finishing speaking, he kicked the basketball at his feet vigorously, slammed the door and left, and several younger brothers hurriedly followed, leaving the classroom in an uproar.
Xia Zhiye has always stood up for others, and it was a rare time when someone stood up for him. He felt very good, turned sideways, supported his head, and said with a smile: "Student Song Daxi, you really love me very much."
Song Daxi didn't bother to talk to him: "Simple doesn't like dogs barking."
"Oh, that's it." Xia Zhiye nodded, "Then why did you lend me your wallet?"
"..."
Song Yan picked up her schoolbag, stood up, and walked straight past Xia Zhiye. It seemed that she didn't intend to answer this question, and planned to hop back to the dormitory with one foot.
The ambition is good, but the reality is cruel.
He almost staggered and fell without jumping two steps.
Xia Zhiye quickly put his arms around his waist, and grabbed the little lame back: "I was just joking, why are you so aggressive."
With a cold face, Song Yan tried to break his hand away.
Xia Zhiye was afraid that he would fall, so he could only tighten his hands, and coaxed him with a smile: "OK, OK, you don't love me, I love you, and I have prepared a surprise for you."
Song Yan raised his eyes.
Xia Zhiye blinked lightly: "Big surprise."
His eyes are hooked inwards and curled outwards, the tails of his eyes are slightly raised, and his eyelashes are long and dense. When he blinks with a smile, he is always very deceptive and depressing.
So three minutes later, the bicycle shed.
Song Yan looked at the bicycle that won blingbling fluorescent powder: "..."
Fuck your big surprise.
Trust Xia Zhiye again, he is a purebred idiot.