During the lunch break, Xiao Pang and Zhao Ruiwen were called to the school gate by a WeChat message from Song Yan.
Then I looked at the two large boxes of milk tea in the incubator and a Japanese takeaway box that seemed expensive just by looking at the packaging, and fell into deep thought.
Song Yan understated: "The whole class has them."
Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen immediately picked up a box each: "Okay, thank you dad."
When all the milk tea was handed out, Song Yan was full of children and grandchildren, but there was no figure of Xia Zhiye among the children and grandchildren.
"Where's Xia Zhiye?" Song Yan casually asked a person around him.
The man chewed the fruit, and said vaguely: "Just now, a senior high school senior gave him milk tea, and he followed him. He probably went to the cafeteria on the third floor to eat together."
As soon as the words fell, Xiaopang, who was happily eating the fried rice in the cafeteria and drinking milk tea, instantly felt the air pressure around him drop to the bottom at a speed that could be felt by the body in a second.
"..."
It's over.
Recalling his miserable experience during the half-day of the cold war between the two, Xiaopang hurriedly covered the man's mouth: "What are you talking about, is our wild brother this kind of person? And the milk tea bought by the senior high school sister can be bought by our tired brother It's delicious? A joke."
Then he hurriedly turned his head to look at Song Yan: "Brother Yan, you have to trust Brother Ye, he must still be in the playground, how about I call him for you?"
"No need." Song Yan stood up, pushed the daily food bag over, and said coldly, "Give this to him, he can eat it if he likes it, and throw it away if he doesn't eat it."
After speaking, he picked up his coat and walked out of the cafeteria.
Xiaopang quickly stopped him: "Brother Yan, where are you going?"
Song Yan casually dropped the sentence: "Take takeout."
"?"
And takeaway
Is Song Yan planning to drive the GDP development of the area around Nanwu No. 3 Middle School by himself
Xiaopang took the daily food bag on the table while complaining.
Originally, I was curious to open it and take a look, but I saw the small ticket on the seal first.
The ticket reads:
[Nourishing eel rice (cooked to order)*1 388 yuan]
[Steamed egg with caviar*1 198 yuan]
[Small grilled wagyu beef*1 588 yuan]
[foie gras roll*2 136 yuan]
[Total: 1310 yuan]
"..."
Xiaopang froze for three seconds, then silently put the bag back intact.
Brother Yan's love is really not something he and other mortals can afford.
And with this menu, is he going to make Brother Ye into a cow
It really is the age of a wolf and a tiger.
Xiaopang clicked his tongue twice, as if filled with emotion.
And Xia Zhiye did go with Lin Yiling, but he didn't go to dinner together, and he didn't accept the milk tea she gave.
It's just because Lin Yiling was the previous Minister of the Education Department of the Student Union and was familiar with the people in the Department of Education, so please communicate with the secretary of the Department of Education and move the women's 800 meters to the front of the men's 1,000 meters. You can set aside about thirty or forty minutes to adjust and rest.
The competition process of the school sports meeting itself is very random, changing the order of the competition will not affect anything at all, and the officers of other classes in the second year of high school have no objections, so this matter will be settled soon.
Xia Zhiye also declined the senior sister's invitation to eat in the cafeteria on the third floor, and went to the cafeteria on the second floor by herself.
However, because it was too late, the food in the cafeteria on the second floor had been divided cleanly, not even a mouthful of greens was left, and there was no sign of a stinky face in the cafeteria. It seemed that someone's 21-day cold treatment plan was so cold that even I don't even want to make a meal for myself.
Little heartless.
Xia Zhiye took out his mobile phone slowly, and was about to order a takeaway to make do with it, when he heard someone call from the corner: "Master Xia! This way!"
Looking back, Xiaopang was sitting in the corner holding a bag very preciously and waving at him.
Go over and sit down: "what's the matter."
Xiaopang pushed the takeaway bag and the succulent grapes towards him: "Brother Yan bought them for you."
Song Yan bought it for himself
It seems that little heartless is not too heartless.
Xia Zhiye's lips instantly evoked a smile.
After taking the bag and seeing the double cheese specially marked on the receipt and the milk tea, the smile on the corner of his lips deepened.
He said why when he came here just now, he saw a group of people holding a cup of Hey Tea. It turned out that some Xiao Tsundere wanted to buy it for himself, but he couldn't bear to buy it for himself, which made it cheaper for those Muggles.
And it's not that I don't help myself with cooking, it's just because I feel sorry for myself that I'm wasting my energy today, so I bought a good supplement for myself.
But moving is moving, someone really healed the scar and forgot the pain.
Before, I got drunk and acted like a baby and cried that I had no money, I couldn’t even dry-clean my clothes, and I was so miserable that I couldn’t even afford foie gras. After a few days, I started to waste money again.
If Xia Yu hadn't asked Xia Yu to spend 50,000 yuan to help buy Song Yan's watch, with the consumption awareness of this prodigal young master, how would he live his life.
But prodigals are prodigals, so what if such a good boyfriend is a prodigal, it's not like he can't afford it.
Xia Zhiye thought about it, and in his heart he finished his life of loving and loving to make money to support his family, Song Yan, who was as beautiful as a flower.
And Xiaopang watched Xia Zhiye staring at the daily food and the cup of milk tea with a pampering smile on his face, and sighed long.
It's over.
In his lifetime, the heroic and brave Xia Ye, who was both high in business and high in business, was completely finished.
Maybe this is the hero's sad beauty pass.
But the hero is still a hero even if he falls in the beauty gate.
If Xia Zhiye hadn't taken the initiative to show his favor back then, Xiaopang might still be afraid to make friends because of his low self-esteem.
So even though he couldn't stand the two people's way of abusing dogs in the name of quarreling to show their affection, Xiaopang still decided to help Master Xia protect their unique love.
So when he had finished eating with Xia Zhiye and returned to the starting point of the 3,000-meter track, Xiaopang stretched out his hand to grab Xia Zhiye's waistband.
Xia Zhiye opened it for him with a slap: "Don't touch your hands, I still want to guard your body like a jade for your brother."
"I'm here to help you guard yourself like a jade." Xiaopang explained anxiously.
Xia Zhiye: "?"
"Brother Yan hates that you are too coquettish to show your waist when you jump high. Let me tell you to remember to tuck your jacket into your trouser waist and tighten it with an elastic cord."
"..." Xia Zhiye brainstormed the scene, "To be honest, it's a bit dirty."
Xiaopang nodded: "Brother Yan thinks it's very rude of you to gesture and blow kisses."
Xia Zhiye: "..."
"So if you want an image, you still have to hate brother."
"Brother hate."
"Come on!"
After hearing this sentence, Xiaopang quickly put the black T-shirt of Xia Zhiye, the most handsome classmate in the audience, into the gray sweatpants, then lifted the pants to the waist, pinched the two ends of the elastic cord, Pulling hard, it was tightly knotted.
A pair of overgrown legs and a tight waist were immediately revealed.
However, it still cannot hide the rusticity of this shape.
The onlookers, who had already organized their formation and were about to shout "Come on Xia Zhiye, Xia Zhiye is the most handsome", fell silent when they saw this sudden change of appearance.
Then Jiben turned his head at the same time, turned in the other direction, waved the air stick in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Zhou Ziqiu is the most handsome! Zhou Ziqiu, come on! Zhou Ziqiu, you are the best!"
There is very little moral pressure to get cold feet.
Zhou Ziqiu couldn't help laughing and said, "Our Lord Xia gave up the whole forest for one tree."
"You do not understand."
Xia Zhiye's tone had inexplicably carried a kind of pride of a married person.
Zhou Ziqiu was very disgusted: "Straight men like us really don't understand, what about your tree?"
There was no shadow of Xia Zhiye's tree in the crowd on the playground or in the stands.
Xia Zhiye turned his wrist and said indifferently: "Maybe it is basking in the sun somewhere and preparing to bloom."
Zhou Ziqiu chuckled: "I see Xuan, the tree in your house looks like an iron tree to me."
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Song Yan couldn't help but sneezed at the school gate.
All right, who is talking bad about him.
But he was also basking in the sun.
This time the takeaway store was a little far away from No. 3 Middle School, and it was still running errands for delivery. It happened that the delivery staff was not familiar with the terrain of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School, and the terrain of No. One of the magical terrains.
So he watched helplessly as the current distance of the courier changed from 800 meters to 2 kilometers, then from 2 kilometers to 800 meters, and then from 800 meters to 2 kilometers.
In this way, I waited at the school gate for a full hour. I was upset, but when I saw the young delivery man who was still sweating profusely and nervous in the early winter weather, he still pursed his lips and said "thank you" and ordered a good review.
Then he took the bag of takeaway that he ordered from 15 kilometers away, and walked quickly to the playground.
Although he was walking fast, he was still one step too late. By the time he got to the playground, the 3,000-meter long-distance race was coming to an end.
Standing behind the crowd, I could see Xia Zhiye leading far away, crossing the finish line all the way, receiving the cheers and baptism of the crowd, dazzling and eye-catching in the crowd.
Even the hair disheveled by the wind and the clothes soaked in sweat only looked like a young man who was full of vigor and unrestrained.
If it weren't for the T-shirt tucked into the waistband, it would be a picture that could be included in a youth school idol drama.
However, this waist tie is too earthy.
Song Yan didn't expect that Xia Zhiye would actually be willing. Seeing Xia Zhiye's strange dressing style because of the action of leaning over and panting for breath, Song Yan couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
As a result, it was not too late, at the moment when Song Yan raised the corner of his lips, Xia Zhiye seemed to sense something and raised his head to look in his direction.
Looking at each other, after a slight pause, Song Yan quickly put his fist against the tip of his nose, turned his head away, and coughed twice, trying to cover it up.
Now it was Xia Zhiye's turn to raise the corners of her lips.
When Xiaopang saw his smile, he followed his gaze and turned his head. As expected, he saw the awkward Song Yan in the gap between the crowd.
It's not surprising at all.
Xiaopang sighed silently, and walked over very consciously: "Brother Yan, do you need me to help you tell Brother Ye?"
Song Yan handed over the bag in his hand: "There are bananas in it, professionally prepared nutritious fruit and vegetable juices, electrolyte drinks, glucose water, and energy bars. Let him watch and eat."
People will secrete a large amount of lactic acid after strenuous exercise. Alkaline food and fruits can quickly neutralize and balance the acidity of the blood. With the addition of water and electrolytes, it is beneficial to quickly eliminate fatigue.
If you have this kind of heart, you are still willing to put in this effort. You obviously care about it very much, so you are not pretending to be a cold war.
"Brother Yan, you'd better give it to him yourself, I'm going to watch the second group match." Xiaopang said very wittily, and then ran away in a hurry.
Song Yan didn't even have time to stop him.
But except for Xiaopang and Xia Zhiye, he didn't know the rest of the group very well. In addition, the second group of competitions had already started, and everyone wanted to watch the competition, so he couldn't bother others with this.
He could only walk up to Xia Zhiye by himself, and handed the bag over.
Xia Zhiye sat in the first row of the stands, took the bag, picked up a bottle of electrolyte drink, twisted it, and then raised his head: "Brother, I can't unscrew it."
Song Yan took the drink expressionlessly, unscrewed the bottle cap, and handed it back again.
After Xia Zhiye finished drinking slowly, he took out another banana and handed it to Song Yan: "Brother Yan, I can't peel it."
Song Yan: "?"
Xia Zhiye: "I'm delicate."
"..."
Song Yan felt that Xia Zhiye couldn't peel it off, but couldn't think about it.
As soon as he raised his fist, Xia Zhiye blinked: "After I ran three kilometers, I have to run another one kilometer. I'm so tired."
Song Yan: "..."
Grass.
Why can he be kidnapped by Xia Zhiye morality forever.
But knowing that this was Xia Zhiye's routine, Song Yan still gritted his teeth, took the banana, peeled it repeatedly, and handed it to Xia Zhiye.
Xia Zhiye made an inch of progress, put his hands in his pockets obediently, and raised his head: "My hands are sore."
Song Yan: "???"
Seeing that Song Yan was about to go berserk again, Xia Zhiye blinked again: "I've run three kilometers and I'm going to run one more, I'm so... well."
Before he sold out, Song Yan stuffed the banana into his mouth with a dark face.
Xia Zhiye took a bite with a smile, and after swallowing it slowly, he was very satisfied: "It's so sweet."
Nonsense, the most expensive variety I bought.
Can it be sweet
This is the taste of RMB.
Relying on the sense of guilt and guilt and a little bit of distress, Song Yan suppressed his original impulse to beat someone, and fed Xia Zhiye a banana with a dark face.
Then he stood there, motionless, as if he was waiting to see what else this delicate Third Lieutenant Colonel could do.
If you are so angry and don't swear at others, it seems that someone is still very angry. If you don't talk to yourself for three days, you won't talk to yourself for three days.
But after three days, I will not see Song Yan for a long time, so I want to listen to Song Yan more these days.
So Xia Zhiye decided to give in first: "Okay, Brother Yan, I was wrong, can you stop talking to me? Really, Brother Yan? Baby? Happy baby?"
Xia Zhiye called all the nasty names for a round, but it didn't help. Song Yan just zipped up his jacket to hide his chin, and then pulled down the brim of his hat to cover his eyes, and then remained motionless without saying a word. .
Really strong.
"Are you really ignoring me? I'm going to..."
Xia Zhiye wanted to say something more, but someone had already picked up the loudspeaker: "All the 1,000-meter runners in the second grade come to the rostrum to register and learn about the various matters of the competition. Don't dawdle or be late."
So I had to give up.
He reached out and rubbed Song Yan's head: "Forget it, it's nothing, let's talk after the game."
After speaking, he stood up and walked slowly towards the registration office.
What will happen in a few days
Is there something that Xia Zhiye didn't have time to tell himself
Song Yan suddenly realized that he didn't often take the initiative to ask Xia Zhiye about things that he didn't show directly in front of him, so that when he said this suddenly, he didn't even have a clue.
Song Yan pursed her lips slightly, seeming to be remembering, but also thinking, feeling a little dissatisfied with herself and uneasy about unknown events.
Sitting lazily in the first row of the stands, with his hair lowered in a daze, he was out of tune with the aura of the entire sports field.
Kong Xiaoxiao, who was hunting for a strong man, spotted him at a glance, rushed up and grabbed his arm: "Brother Yan, the party and the people want to give you a glorious mission, are you willing to accept it?"
Song Yan was suddenly caught by his thoughts, still a little confused: "What mission?"
Kong Xiaoxiao was very solemn: "Read the manuscript."
"..."
Thinking of the idiot looking like sitting on the rostrum with a microphone reading those very contrived and exaggerated cheering manuscripts, Song Yan regained his senses, and ruthlessly pushed Kong Xiaoxiao's hand away, "I'm sorry, I don't deserve it."
Kong Xiaoxiao grabbed his wrist back and said affectionately, "No, brother Yan, you deserve it! No one else deserves it except you!"
Song Yan: "?"
"Can you find someone in the whole grade who is more standard than you in Mandarin? Can you find someone in the whole grade who wants Brother Ye to win more than you? The most important thing is, can you find someone in the whole grade who is more leisurely than you?" ?!"
"..."
Indeed not.
Song Yan has no power to refute the three consecutive souls.
And because of an overly strong sense of morality, he fell into the guilty silence that caused others to work harder because he was injured.
So when he reacted, Kong Xiaoxiao had already sat down on the rostrum.
Looking at the crowd of Muggles below, Song Yan gave up the struggle and acted as an emotionless manuscript reading machine with a blank face.
Nanwu is an area with a heavy accent, and it is very common to not distinguish between nasal side sounds and front and back nasal sounds, so it seems that Song Yan, a child who grew up in the north, has a particularly standard Mandarin and is also very emotionless.
I didn't have enough emotion to read the good sentence "Look, the end is in front of your eyes", but I read it with a feeling of "Look, the end of life is in front of your eyes".
The originally cadenced and impassioned cheering words suddenly became supernatural and terrifying.
The officer of the Ministry of Education looked at Kong Xiaoxiao numbly.
Kong Xiaoxiao: "... very good! This is called washing away the dryness of a summer afternoon with a sound as cold as spring water, how great!"
The director of the Ministry of Education said with a blank expression, "Well, but it's the beginning of winter now."
"..." Kong Xiaoxiao, "I'm sorry, I'll remind him."
After finishing speaking, I walked to Song Yan's side, turned off the microphone, and whispered: "Brother Yan, can you have a little bit of human emotion?"
Song Yan looked at her.
She looked at Song Yan.
"..."
Kong Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that she was talking to an AI.
Fortunately, a whistle broke the embarrassment: "Men's 1,000-meter contestants, everyone, get ready and run!"
Kong Xiaoxiao was inspired in an instant, and stretched out her fingers: "Come on, brother Yan, look in my direction, have you seen Master Xia, have you felt the feeling of wanting to cheer for him? If you feel it, then Use that emotion to read the cheers aloud!"
Song Yan looked along.
Xia Zhiye, who had just rested for more than half an hour, seemed to have regained his original strength. There was no problem with the start, but his speed was much slower than the previous crushing advantage, and he was almost stable at the fifth and sixth positions. The name maintains a distance that is neither long nor short.
He knew that Xia Zhiye should be strategically backward.
After all, he had just finished a 3,000-meter run before, and even if his strength recovered quickly, he was still a bit worse than other runners who had enough rest, so it was unrealistic to get the first place, but now save his strength and wait until the final sprint When it comes time to fight hard, it is not hopeless to get in the top three and get more than eight points.
It's just that Xia Zhiye's footsteps are obviously much heavier than before.
Will he be really tired.
Thinking of this, Song Yan's knuckles curled up unconsciously.
Seeing Song Yan's worry, Kong Xiaoxiao stuffed in a cheering script: "Come on, come on, let's post while the mood is in place."
Taking advantage of the situation, he opened the microphone.
Song Yan didn't think much about it, she looked away, and continued to read the contents of the refueling manuscript without emotion.
"Xia Zhiye, a student from Class 1, Senior 2, has your perfect figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist on the high jump field, your incomparably perfect long legs on the track and field, and your extremely sweet and perfect name amidst the cheers of the crowd, and in the face of It’s been a long journey, but you who are so perfect choose to let sweat wet your clothes, let fatigue sweep your body, still never abandon or give up, fight bravely, and persevere to the end, just because you have a firm goal and belief, just for Song... "
Overjoyed
In the middle of the song, Song Yan gritted his teeth, then ignored the content on the paper and made up without a pause: "Give the highest honor to Class 1, Grade 2, so let's work hard, we will always shout for you. "
After reading, she covered the mic, turned her head to look at Kong Xiaoxiao, her eyes were indifferent and sharp: "To be honest, where did you get this manuscript?"
Kong Xiaoxiao was intimidated by him, and immediately confessed: "Grandpa Xia did it himself before the game, and he hand-picked it for you to read it!"
"..."
Song Yan gritted his teeth.
He said why the handwriting is so familiar.
He said that the well-behaved Xia Zhiye asked him to come up and read some cheering manuscripts.
He really deserves to be Xia Zhiye, the master of the literary world. He has not been as coquettish as a fox demon who has practiced for a thousand years and hasn't bathed.
Song Yan was just about to leave, but when he got up, he saw that Xia Zhiye, who had already finished one and a half laps, had fallen behind to the eighth or ninth place.
The footsteps are heavy visible to the naked eye, and the head is lowered, the chest and back rise and fall violently, it seems that it is indeed very uncomfortable because of the exhaustion of strength.
At that moment, Song Yan's heart tightened, and he wanted to go up and hold Xia Zhiye to stop him from running away.
However, he knows Xia Zhiye, this is a person who has made a promise to others and will do his best to fulfill it. Unless it really exceeds the limit of his highest ability, otherwise he will never give up.
He told himself that if he gets the top three, he will work hard to get it.
This is why Xia Zhiye is proud, eye-catching and undisciplined, but also makes people feel at ease.
Song Yan tried hard to suppress his urge to grab Xia Zhiye, picked up the microphone, pretended to look at a blank piece of paper in front of him, and read: "Student Xia Zhiye from Class 1 of Senior Two, no matter whether you can get a good ranking or not, Can you get back high points for the class? In my heart, you are the most responsible and committed man, so don’t be afraid, don’t worry, don’t force yourself, no matter what you are, you will always be the best in Nanwu No. 3 High School Xia Zhiye."
After finishing speaking, he rolled up the white paper, put it in his pocket, and cast his gaze towards Xia Zhiye in the distance.
Kong Xiaoxiao on the side slowly put out a question mark: "Wait? Brother Yan? Is there anything written on the paper?"
Song Yan's expression remained unchanged: "Yes."
It's so serious and calm that it doesn't look like telling a lie.
Kong Xiaoxiao began to suspect that she might really be blind.
Others didn't notice any abnormality at all.
Only Xia Zhiye, who was already sore and exhausted, laughed silently.
Besides Song Yan, who else would write this kind of refueling manuscript
It seems that no matter how strong someone is, he can't help him feel sorry for himself.
At that moment, Xia Zhiye, who was already exhausted, suddenly felt like he was doing well again.
He adjusted his breathing, didn't exert all his strength, and still accelerated, sprinted, and chased forward as best he could when there were still the last 300 meters.
So in just a dozen seconds, everyone watched him surpass the seventh, sixth, fifth, and fourth consecutively.
As long as there is one more person, he can achieve the goal promised to Song Yan, and the top three will get eight points.
But there is still a long distance between him and the third place, and his own strength is already close to exhaustion, and the speed increase just now has consumed a lot of energy, and his muscles are sore and tired like himself. Every breath Gouged out chest pain.
The top four have already reached the last corner. If they can't overtake here, Xia Zhiye has basically bid farewell to the top three.
All the people in the group began to shout wildly: "Brother Ye, go! Brother Ye, come on! Brother Ye is the best! Brother Ye, you can definitely do it!"
The great hope and encouragement also became great pressure on Xia Zhiye.
Standing on the rostrum, Song Yan could almost see Xia Zhiye's increasingly dignified expression and heavier footsteps with his naked eyes. He really wanted to rush down and hug Xia Zhiye, so that the group of people would stop shouting .
But he didn't.
Because Xia Zhiye would not like this way of handling.
So he didn't care about the elementary school chicken's way of not talking to Xia Zhiye for three days, he picked up a horn on the rostrum and jumped off the rostrum.
After standing at the finish line, he picked up the horn and said, "Xia Zhiye, I will wait for you here."
No matter what your rank is, no matter when you come here, even if you want to wander around like usual, I will wait for you here anyway.
It was a sentence that only Xia Zhiye could understand, and he suddenly felt that his footsteps were not so heavy, because he was not running alone in vain.
So he smiled relaxedly, picked up his pace, quickened his pace, and ran to the finish line as hard as he could across all the exhaustion and the long distance.
When he passed the third place and crossed the finish line, he supported his knees and panted violently, then looked up at Song Yan, and said with a smile: "What should I do, I'm not the first this time."
Song Yan lowered the brim of his hat, and his cold voice revealed an awkward and unreasonable childishness: "Anyway, I didn't see the first and second."
So you are my number one.
The author has something to say: First and second: Then I go