Song Yan: "Excuse me, why is it fluorescent powder?"
Xia Zhiye: "Because it's different."
Song Yan: "..."
It's really different.
Just this fluorescent powder that brightens titanium alloy dog eyes, thrown at the biggest intersection in the city center in the evening rush hour, can be found by the police uncle at a glance for violating traffic rules, and three tickets will be posted.
Song Yan felt that it would be impossible for him to sit on this thing even if he was killed.
Xia Zhiye patted the back seat: "Come, your exclusive throne."
The afterglow of the sunset in the evening happened to fall behind him, covering him warmly. He looked like the kind of handsome, naughty and doting boy that girls like most in Taiwanese film and television dramas. Climbed up three ways.
But Song Yan just spat out five words indifferently: "Go to hell."
Turning around, again intending to hop away on one foot.
Xia Zhiye took his wrist smoothly: "Don't be like this, I put all my net worth in order to buy this bicycle, and you still think it's disgusting."
The tone is lazy, and the ending unconsciously curls with the softness that southerners are accustomed to, and it sounds a bit coquettish and complaining.
Song Yan never imagined that one day he would be dragged by the wrist by a 1.87-meter-tall social hunk and act like a spoiled child.
Not to mention that he seemed to be a little moved.
After all, with Xia Zhiye's two intact 1.2-meter long legs, the few steps from the dormitory to the school can be reached by just walking casually. It is conceivable why he bought a bicycle for no reason now .
Thinking about Xia Zhiye's appearance in the classroom just now that he couldn't even get thirty yuan, it is estimated that this bicycle has indeed spent all his savings, so it seems a bit reckless to pick and choose.
so…
Turning around, I happened to bump into Xia Zhiye's pair of extremely intelligent peach blossom eyes.
Song Yan: "..."
So what the hell did he do.
He shook off Xia Zhiye's hand expressionlessly, took out a huge mask, tightly covered most of his face, sat in the back seat, and said in a cold tone, "Hurry up."
Xia Zhiye looked at the pair of beautiful phoenix eyes that were left with the words "seeing death as home", and couldn't help but bowed his head and smiled.
It turns out that the little lame eats soft but not hard.
And also soft-spoken.
For example, in the classroom, he obviously saw his own predicament and threw his wallet over to rescue him, but he still had to put on a stinky face of borrowing grain and repaying chaff, and he didn't know who to show Tsundere to.
But speaking of wallets...
Xia Zhiye thought of something, stepped on the bicycle, kicked the wheel, and said slowly: "When was the photo on your ID card taken? It looks cute."
"..."
Freezing dead silence.
"I'm going to fuck you! Xia Zhiye! You are fucking sick!"
Just a second before Song Yan was about to jump out of the car in anger, Xia Zhiye stepped on it, and the blingbling pink bicycle quickly rushed down the long ramp in front of the school, causing a series of screams and screams from the girls. Song Yan uncontrollably scolded uncommonly.
Feeling someone behind him tightly grasping the corner of his clothes in an instant, Xia Zhiye's mouth curled up into a wanton and triumphant smile.
That's right, it's good to swear at people loudly, it looks more popular.
·
Back in the dormitory, Song Yan didn't give Xia Zhiye a good look: "How much did you pay for the bicycle? I'll pay you back."
"I bought the car myself, what do you pay for it? And it doesn't have much money." Xia Zhiye changed his clothes and casually dropped a sentence, sounding like he really didn't care much.
But Song Yan felt that it was because boys of this age had too much self-esteem, so they were embarrassed to speak.
So I endured it and didn't say any more.
Some things hurt people if exposed too clearly, so we can only take it slowly.
Xia Zhiye didn't know what was going on in Song Yan's mind, but he thought his tough-mouthed and soft-hearted tsundere look was cute. After getting him a cup of hot water and putting it on the table, he went out to the dormitory of class 13 .
When they entered the door, Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu were talking and laughing around the phone.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he found that it was Xia Zhiye, and immediately greeted him: "You came just in time, we just ate melons from your new roommate and Liu Yue, it's so exciting, it's so cool to put Liu Yue together like this."
"That's right, now the post bar is full of people mocking Liu Yue, which shows how problematic this person's character is."
"It's what he deserves. No one would look down on him who made him look like a 2.58 million yuan. He's still playing dirty."
"And every time I see him showing off his power and wealth in front of Lord Xia, I just want to laugh. It's also our Lord Xia who keeps a low profile, otherwise the family will be scared to death if he speaks out..."
"Okay, stop beeping." Xia Zhiye lazily interrupted Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu's nonsense, "Which one of you will lend me three hundred first."
Hearing this, Shang Huai raised his head: "Is your house freezing again?"
Xia Zhiye: "Yes."
Shang Huai clicked his tongue: "Your grandpa is really interesting. I've never seen someone who likes to freeze credit cards so much. But you too, usually spend less money, and you won't be so tight at the end of the month."
Xia Zhiye didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "Did I miss you to eat or play when I wasted money like water?"
Shang Huai: "...Master Xia, come here. Take the three hundred yuan."
"But why don't you ask your roommate to borrow it?" Zhou Ziqiu, who was lying on the bed and swiping his phone, looked sideways, "Isn't the rich second generation of his level much richer than the proletarians like me and Shanghuai? "
Xia Zhiye: "Like you, have you been eating and drinking at my place since junior high?"
Zhou Ziqiu: "...you are right."
Xia Zhiye scolded the two of them, collected the money, and was about to leave when Zhou Ziqiu frowned and stopped him: "Your face is so pale."
"Is there? Master Xia is white in the first place, you can't see it." Shang Huai looked over and frowned, "It seems to be, his mouth is not red anymore."
As he spoke, he reached out and touched Xia Zhiye's forehead, and let out a "hiss": "It seems a little hot."
Xia Zhiye didn't care much: "I guess I have a cold."
It rained during the fight yesterday morning, and it rained again when I carried Song Yan to the hospital at night. In addition, when I was riding a bicycle to carry Song Yan today, I was in front of him to block the wind.
"Then remember to go to the infirmary to get some medicine."
"talk later."
Seeing Xia Zhiye's plan to carry it over after sleeping, Zhou Ziqiu added: "It doesn't matter if you want to carry it yourself, but your roommate and tablemate looks like a pampered young master. He is delicate and frail. Don't worry." Infected people."
Xia Zhiye paused for a moment, then nodded: "You're right, infecting you is doing justice for the heavens, but it's really not good to infect people with Song Yan."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Shang Huai: "..."
Zhou Ziqiu: "..."
"Xia Zhiye, you are an old bastard who forgets his righteousness when he sees sex."
·
Song Yan was ordering takeaway when Xia Zhiye returned to the dormitory.
Song Yan lowered his head, fiddled with his mobile phone, and asked casually, "I can't afford the free price by myself, what do you want to eat?"
Xia Zhiye put the changed clothes on the back of the chair casually, and put on a long sleeve: "Don't order mine, I have something to go out for."
Song Yan wanted to ask why he had to go out now that it was getting dark, but he felt that he and Xia Zhiye hadn't gotten to know each other well enough, so he just said "um" and didn't ask any more questions.
But he still put down his phone and decided to order takeaway later, after all, he wasn't sure if Xia Zhiye had enough money for dinner.
Thinking of this, he recalled what Ruan Tian said about the college entrance examination scholarship yesterday, clasped his hands on the table, pressed his knuckles twice, picked up the phone again, opened WeChat, and clicked on Shen Jiayan's profile picture.
[YAN]: When you were freshman in high school, do you still have the basic knowledge points and classic error-prone questions given to you by that gold-medal tutoring teacher
[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: I can't find the paper version, but the electronic version should still be there, what's wrong
[YAN]: Send me a copy.
[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: This kind of basic knowledge is useless to you, why do you want it
[YAN]: Don't worry about it, it's useful anyway. Email me directly.
[The Sweetest Milkberry in the World]: All right.
Song Yan received the email, got up and hopped to the printing shop downstairs of the dormitory.
Shen Jiayan is also a real rich second generation, but his grades are the bottom one every year, and he hovers around the second line in every monthly exam after being divided into classes.
Shen's parents were anxious, so they spent huge sums of money to hire the best remedial teacher in Beijing, and made him a set of materials to solidify the basic knowledge of each subject.
The result was that he squeezed into the back of the first line at the end of last semester.
This material was hailed by Shen Jiayan as a life-saving book.
Song Yan felt that in terms of Xia Zhiye's bad style, his foundation should be worse than Shen Jiayan's, and if he made up for it, the improvement effect would be more obvious.
As long as you can read this information 50 to 60%, in the environment of the No. 3 Middle School, it is not hopeless to get a scholarship for the Progress Award.
It's not that Song Yanduo is helpful, but since Xia Zhiye doesn't want him to pay for the bicycle, this is the only way to repay the favor.
After all, in Song Yan's view, the most important thing for people to get along with each other is not to owe each other.
Because only if we don't owe each other, can we avoid all the disconnections.
·
Xia Zhiye originally wanted to go to the infirmary to get some medicine, but when he checked the thermometer and the temperature was 38.9, the school doctor was so scared that he drove him directly to the hospital.
Blood draw, blood test, ECG check, after one operation, after confirming that it was just a common cold and fever, he was relieved, gave Xia Zhiye a few words carefully, and sent Xia Zhiye back to the dormitory.
The sky was completely dark, and there was light rain in the sky again. When the night wind blew in late summer and early autumn, Xia Zhiye, who didn't feel anything at first, felt a little uncomfortable, and was about to go back and fall asleep.
As a result, when the door was pushed open, a burst of hot food aroma rushed to the face.
Song Yan stood by the table unpacking the takeaway, heard the movement, glanced at it casually, and then lowered his eyes indifferently: "There is too much dinner, if you haven't eaten, let's eat together."
Xia Zhiye actually doesn't have much appetite, but knowing Song Yan's temperament, as long as he refuses, there will be no next time: "Okay, I just happen to be hungry too."
Then he took out 300 yuan, counted 30 and handed it to Song Yan: "In the afternoon, you paid for Zhang's face, and I will pay you back for him first."
Obviously, I can't even get thirty in the afternoon, so where did I get three hundred at this moment
Song Yan just became suspicious when he caught a glimpse of a red spot on the arm that Xia Zhiye handed over the money: "What is this?"
"what? What?"
Xia Zhiye followed Song Yan's line of sight and found that he was looking at the pinhole left on his arm after blood was drawn in the hospital just now.
The blue and red dots stuck on the snow-white arms, which really looked strange.
But Xia Zhiye didn't want Song Yan to know that he had a fever because he was taken to the hospital in the rain yesterday, so he replied casually, "I guess I accidentally stuck it somewhere."
What nonsense to coax children.
Song Yan raised his eyes impatiently, just in time to fall on Xia Zhiye's lips again.
He remembered that Xia Zhiye's lips were beautiful, and they were naturally bright red, which was very attractive, but now they seemed to have faded a lot, as if they lacked blood.
The more Song Yan thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
I want to ask, but I feel like I'm meddling.
If you don't ask, I feel a little sad again.
While hesitating, someone outside the door shouted loudly: "Master Xia, I have something to do, come out!"
Xia Zhiye put the money on the table: "Shang Huai called me, I'll go there first, eat first if you're hungry."
After speaking, he turned and went out.
When I turned around, I made too much movement and accidentally bumped into the chair.
Something fell out of the pocket of the pants on the back of the chair after Xia Zhiye changed, and he didn't notice it either.
Song Yan bent down to pick it up, and was about to put it back, but her fingertips stopped suddenly with a casual glance.
What he was holding in his hand was a crumpled flyer. On the surface of the paper ball, a few handwritings scrawled with a ballpoint pen could be vaguely seen, and where his fingertips were stuck was the word "blood".
Take a look:
High salary part-time job, sincere recruitment
Paid blood donation, 300/time
Nude model, 500/time
A lot of money to seek a child, interested in interview
Contact information: 138xxxxxxxx
Legends of an ancient and evil mysterious trade.
Three hundred yuan.
pinhole.
Ischemic lip color.
I see.
Song Yan frowned subconsciously.
After a while, he put the flyer back in place with a cold face.
Then turn on the phone, click on the takeaway, and search for the menu: stir-fried pork liver.