When Xia Zhiye returned to the dormitory, there was a box full of fried pork liver on the table, which was steaming.
He looked down at the black and red pork liver, and then looked up at Song Yan who was cold and white.
I always feel that these two things should not appear at the same time.
After all, Song Yan looks like a fairy, so it's fine if he doesn't eat bigu, so why would he like to eat such heavy-tasting food.
And was there such a thing on the table before
How could he not remember.
Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan.
Song Yan sat on the seat and wrote the test paper, plugged in the earphones, and didn't lift his head: "Remember to clear the table after eating."
The eldest young master doesn't talk much, but he is very easy to summon people up.
Xia Zhiye lowered his head and smiled, pulled out the chair and sat down.
In fact, he doesn't like to eat pork liver very much, but fortunately, it is poorly raised and he is not picky about food.
After eating slowly, he listened to Song Yan's words and packed up the packing box, only to find that there was an extra stack of thick A4 papers on the table.
The printing is neat, the binding is exquisite, and there are three large characters on the cover—Xia Zhiye.
The pen is sharp and the structure is clear.
She looks exactly the same as Song Yan and is beautiful.
Xia Zhiye tapped his fingertips twice: "What is this?"
Song Yan still didn't raise his head: "Basic knowledge points and classic error-prone questions."
Xia Zhiye didn't understand: "What are you doing for me?"
Song Yan: "Don't rush to read the notes I gave you before, and read this before I talk about it."
Xia Zhiye: "?"
Sensing Xia Zhiye's eyes that still didn't seem to understand, Song Yan finally raised his head, raised his eyelids, and said impatiently: "Didn't Ruan Tian say that you are a gang?"
I said it, but...
Xia Zhiye considered it for a while, and said cautiously: "It seems that a group of people are generally good students who can't keep up with the help of poor students?"
"otherwise?"
"..."
After a short pause, Xia Zhiye seemed to understand something, bowed his head and smiled: "Okay, I understand, I will take a good look at it, please rest assured."
When he smiled, he squinted his eyes slightly, as if he had discovered something interesting and cute, which made Song Yan feel strange when he laughed.
But this person's brain is a little wrong, Song Yan didn't bother to answer, lowered his eyelashes indifferently, and continued to write the paper.
As long as Xia Zhiye can read 50% to 60% of the information he gave Xia Zhiye in the past few days, it is definitely not a problem to improve a lot in the exam.
If you are lucky enough to get a progress award and get a scholarship, at least you don't have to apply for a job with a lot of money to ask for a son for the time being, and you can count yourself as paying him back a favor.
Thinking of this, Song Yan took off the earphones, looked up again, and looked at Xia Zhiye who was about to go out to throw out the trash: "Have you watched "Favorite"?"
Xia Zhiye turned around with the trash in his hand: "I've seen it. What's the matter?"
"Do you remember how they got AIDS?"
"Sell blood. What's the matter?"
"It's nothing, just remember."
"?"
After finishing speaking, Song Yan put on the earphones and continued to do the questions, looking like a cool guy who would not call him even if the sky fell
Xia Zhiye was left standing at the door of the dormitory with the takeaway garbage, looking at the perfect profile of this new roommate, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.
Are all the pretty cool guys expressing their concern so special now
I don’t know how the pretty cool guy expresses his concern. Anyway, the way he goes to school is quite special.
Xia Zhiye took the cold medicine, slept soundly at night, and did not go to the wrong bed again, Song Yan didn't fall asleep much all night.
When I woke up in the morning, a faint porcelain blue appeared on the lower eyelids, and against the cold white complexion, the decadent temperament in my bones became more and more obvious.
Putting on a big black mask on his face, he sat on a pink bicycle with a death-defying look in his eyes, and the bully of the third middle school who was driving him made the road from the dormitory to the school gate more eye-catching. Just more attention-grabbing.
When passing the speed bump, Xia Zhiye didn't slow down, the bicycle stopped suddenly, Song Yan, out of inertia, went forward and hugged Xia Zhiye's waist, the girls around all gasped, and then began to cover their mouths and whisper Whispering, with a weird smile.
"Is everyone in your school out of their minds?"
When Song Yan supported Xia Zhiye all the way back to his seat with this weird smile on his face, he couldn't hold back and asked a question.
Xia Zhiye didn't know what was going on with those girls, and simply and narcissistically understood that it was the crowd effect caused by the superimposition of his and Song Yan's looks too shocking: "It can't be helped, she's too handsome."
Handed over the breakfast that Shang Huai helped to bring, and corrected by the way: "Also, please note, it's 'our' school, not 'your' school, please let this little student have a sense of collective honor and belonging."
"That's right, brother Yan, you have already been selected for the preliminary round of our No. 3 Tieba male god selection competition, can you be a little self-conscious about our school's schoolboy?"
The chubby guy at the front desk turned around at some point, with a mobile phone in one hand and soy milk in the other, and he was still chewing on a steamed bun, speaking vaguely.
Song Yan felt that Post Bar Male God School Grass School Bully sounded like the boring product of boys and girls with secondary illnesses who had been abused by idol dramas and had nothing to do.
Not interested in answering, he lowered his head and sent Tan Qing a WeChat message.
[YAN]: I didn't bring the medicine, it should be on the second floor of the bedside table on the right.
[Aunt Qin]: Okay, I will send it to you after my business trip
[Aunt Tan]: But what have you been doing these two days? Can you fall asleep
[YAN]: Not bad.
[Aunt Tan]: That's good, the temperature in Nanwu is about to drop, so keep warm.
Song Yan didn't reply to a very intimate sentence of concern. He is not very good at maintaining this kind of warm atmosphere, so he usually chooses to stop abruptly.
Putting down the phone and looking up, I saw Xia Zhiye next to me with a bag of soy milk in his mouth and Xiaopang at the front desk discussing with the phone: "Who took this picture? The technique is good."
Fatty: "Yeah, I also think it's a good shot. You and brother Yan are really photogenic."
Xia Zhiye looked at the photo and bit the straw lightly: "You can see that he is on camera even if he wears such a big mask?"
"Oh, temperament, other things are not a problem when the temperament reaches it. If you don't believe me, show it to brother Yan, is it photogenic?" Xiaopang said and pushed the phone in front of Song Yan.
Song Yan inevitably saw the photo on the screen.
It should have been snapped yesterday evening when school was over.
The afterglow of the setting sun after the rain is particularly lingering and ambiguous. The two teenagers rode down the bike, and just as the wind picked up the hem of their clothes, the school uniform was ripped to nothing, revealing the slender and strong figures unique to boys of sixteen or seventeen. shape outline.
The thin and thin person sitting in the back seat tilted his head slightly, seeming to be annoyed or reprimanded, while the slightly taller person in front of him had slightly curved eyebrows and a wanton smile.
Everything is so just right, it looks like a movie poster for some teen movie.
Song Yan only glanced at it, then gave the command coldly: "Delete."
Fatty showed a look of embarrassment: "But this is an art festival entry posted by the Photography Association on Tieba."
"Don't care about the association." Xia Zhiye scrambled back with his fingertips, and turned Xiaopang's mobile phone back, "Contact the master, let someone delete it, and don't infringe on other people's portrait rights."
Xiaopang let out an aggrieved "Oh".
After "Oh", I found that Xia Zhiye clicked to save the picture with his mobile phone, and sent it to his account with his WeChat after saving it.
Fatty raised his eyebrows high.
Xia Zhiye raised the end of his eyes: "Why, I don't deserve to have a photo of myself?"
It's a match, but it's just...
Fatty: "Master Xia, do you know what name the photographer of this photo gave it?"
"Ok?"
"elopement."
"..."
"Is there something wrong with them?" Before Xia Zhiye could respond, Song Yan had already raised his head, his expression basically saying goodbye to the word kindness.
Xiaopang hurriedly explained: "Oh, that's what the people in the Photography Association are like. They like to take names that are stream-of-consciousness. And our school is very strict about puppy love. They want to shoot this style but they dare not shoot a man and a man." Girl, I can only grab you to make do with it. After all, you two are big men, Liu Deqing must not say anything."
Xia Zhiye nodded: "So what does it matter what the names of the two big men's photos are?"
Fatty: "..."
It doesn't seem to matter.
Xia Zhiye: "Then I keep the proof of the solidarity and friendship between me and my new tablemate, what's the problem?"
Fatty: "..."
There seems to be no problem.
"That's enough."
Xia Zhiye took it for granted.
Song Yan was too lazy to talk to him, so he kept it if he wanted to, as long as he didn't let himself see it again.
He took the breakfast bag and prepared to eat something casually.
As soon as I opened the bag, I saw the hot meat buns oozing with oil. I frowned unconsciously. Then I rolled up the plastic bag and put it back in place. I took out the English words and began to memorize them.
It seems that he would rather starve to death than eat this stuff.
Xia Zhiye watched from the side, and smiled silently.
Where did the little pickiness come from
When the first get out of class was over, Xia Zhiye wandered around somewhere, and when he came back, he put a box of milk and a piece of bread in front of Song Yan: "Let's make do."
Song Yan just wanted to ask where he came from.
The chubby guy at the front desk turned his head and winked and gossiped, "Master Xia, which class girl gave this to me?"
Xia Zhiye sat lazily on the chair, and answered casually, "The two little girls from Class 13."
"It's not interesting."
Xiaopang turned around disappointedly upon hearing this.
It seems that he is very familiar with the little girl Xia Zhiye is talking about.
It is estimated that Xia Zhiye often attracts bees and butterflies, and everyone has already seen it.
And he provoked two at the same time, he really deserves to be a Neptune scumbag who has more than forty girlfriends in the post bar.
Song Yan thought that he was not blessed to enjoy the food obtained in this way, and pushed the milk bread back expressionlessly: "Thank you, no need."
Xia Zhiye asked: "Aren't you hungry?"
"No matter how hungry you are, you won't eat this." Song Yan wrote the notes without looking up, "After all, I'm afraid of indigestion."
There was a hint of disdain and sarcasm in his tone for some unknown reason.
Xia Zhiye looked at the 2 yuan 8 boxes of milk and 5 yuan 3 small breads on the table, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Why is this young master so precious
Don't eat this, don't eat that
And Song Yan just wrote two large characters in the notebook: scumbag.
The scumbag himself didn't know anything about it, he was only thinking about what to bring the young master for lunch.
After the bell rang for the last get out of class in the morning, two "little girls" from class 13 appeared at the door of class 1 on time, waiting for Xia Zhiye to go to the cafeteria together.
Xia Zhiye left the classroom but was fiddling with his mobile phone, and walked slowly towards the school gate: "Go out to eat today."
Shang Huai suspected that he had heard it wrong: "You have no money, and you still go out to eat?"
"The food in the cafeteria is too oily and tastes bad."
Xia Zhiye was playing with his mobile phone without looking up.
Shang Huai: "?"
The money for the canteen meal card is paid together with the tuition and miscellaneous fees each time the semester starts, which is basically enough to feed one semester.
So Xia Zhiye's grandfather was very decisive every time he cut off his source of income, because he knew that he would not die of hunger.
Xia Zhiye doesn't have a young master's temper, usually he invites them to eat out if he has money, and hangs out with them in the cafeteria if he has no money, which is easy to pass.
Why are you suddenly picky today
Probably feeling the doubts of Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu, Xia Zhiye casually added: "Song Yan didn't move much at noon yesterday."
"Oh, that's it." Shang Huai suddenly realized.
This makes sense, Eldest Young Master Song looks like a picky and fastidious person, and it's normal for him not to be used to eating in the canteen of No. 3 Middle School.
"But Lao Xia, you and Song Yan have only known each other for a few days, so you care so much?"
"After all, I was injured because of me, and I was rescued yesterday, so I should take care of everything."
Xia Zhiye's tone was casual, and there was nothing wrong with his logic.
Shang Huai nodded approvingly: "That's the same reason. After all, Song Yan became enmity with Liu Yue because of you. This relationship is still... Wait, the one in front is Liu Yue, right?"
Xia Zhiye just found out where the restaurant Song Yan ordered takeout from last night was. Hearing what Shang Huai said, he put down his phone, raised his eyelids, and looked over.
It was indeed Liu Yue.
It looked like he had just skipped class and played basketball, his head was covered with sweat, his arm muscles were still tense, he probably wasn't in a good mood, and the basketball in his hand hit the ground hard, with a sense of venting.
Seeing him like this, several Ti Te students around him who used to hang out with him comforted each other: "Brother Yue, there's no need to be angry with someone like Song Yan, just a rich second generation with no skills, or you won't be transferred from Beijing to No. 3 Middle School." Come?"
"That's right. This kind of fake rich second generation either doesn't attract family members, or they have committed some serious crimes and their grades are poor, so they are not accepted by a good school. Anyway, no matter what kind, they must be incomparable to you. What annoyance."
"But don't tell me, I would be angry if I were to do this. Isn't it just that I was tricked by someone and bought a pair of fake shoes? As for being so public that Brother Yue can't get off the stage?"
"That's right, and a group of women are calling out blindly every day that they are so handsome, why the hell didn't I see how handsome they are?"
"Who makes girls like this kind of boy now. With Song Yan's body, I can hit three with one punch, but it's all about it... Brother Yue, why don't you arrange arrangements so that someone can learn a lesson? "
"Let someone learn a lesson?"
A few people were talking in a hurry, and the familiar lazy voice came from behind.
Looking back, he saw Xia Zhiye standing lazily behind them.
Liu Yue is annoyed when he sees Xia Zhiye now: "It's none of your business."
"It's really none of my business, but..."
Xia Zhiye picked up his lips and smiled, "It seems that my deskmate has nothing to do with it?"
Liu Yue raised his eyebrows: "So?"
"so… "
Xia Zhiye took a step forward, stood still in front of Liu Yue, smiled lazily and kindly, "You know me, I have a good temper and a good personality, and I have nothing wrong with it other than protecting my weaknesses. Heavy, easy to send people to the hospital, so... "
Micro pause.
"I hope that my deskmate will be fine all the time, what do you think, student Liu Yue?"
Xia Zhiye stood lazily with one hand in his pocket, and put the other hand on Liu Yue's shoulder. His eyebrows were slightly curved, the tails of his eyes were raised, and his light-colored pupils were catching the faint light of noon, smiling with a good-natured expression. Recruiting looks.
However, the hand resting on Liu Yue's shoulder was completely exposed.
The slender white fingers clasped the broad and strong shoulders of the other party. The back of the hand showed the clear and sharp bone texture of the young man, and there was nowhere to hide the oppressive feeling brought by the height.
And the sudden pain in the shoulder made Liu Yue suddenly think of the scene that Xia Zhiye saw with his own eyes a year ago beating someone into the hospital, and realized that this person in front of him was not just as good-tempered as he looked.
Don't be afraid of shameless people, just be afraid of shameless people.
And Xia Zhiye happened to be the kind of desperate.
Liu Yue could only bear the pain, stared at Xia Zhiye's downcast eyes, and sneered: "Don't worry, we still don't want to fight with that kind of young master who is skinny and tender."
I'm afraid that you guys still can't beat that young master with delicate skin and tender flesh.
Xia Zhiye didn't say this, but just patted Liu Yue's shoulder with satisfaction: "That's right, the world is big, love and peace, don't think about fighting and killing all day long, just be a quiet and handsome man like me, How nice."
After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows coquettishly at Liu Yue.
Liu Yue, who didn't really want to cause trouble, said, "..."
All of a sudden, I wanted to fight.