During the short meeting with classmate Liu Yue, Xia Zhiye did not report to the leader of the Song family, but just put the bought meal on the table: "See if it suits your appetite."
Leader Song recognized at a glance that this was the restaurant he ordered takeout from yesterday, and the price was not cheap.
Opening the packing box, he said casually: "Next time I can buy it in the cafeteria, I am not picky eaters."
Xia Zhiye watched him say this while picking the celery on the surface of the fish head aside in disgust, and couldn't help but pick his lower lip.
This is also called not picky eaters.
Leaning back in the chair lazily, he opened the memo on his phone, and entered "hate celery" under the line "likes pork liver".
As soon as Song Yan moved his chopsticks on the other end, he accidentally caught a piece of pork liver, and his wrist froze immediately.
He absolutely hates pork liver.
To be precise, he does not accept all animal offal.
The reason why I ordered such a box of fried pork liver yesterday was simply because I was worried that Xia Zhiye would not be able to keep up with nutrition after selling blood, and pork liver is said to be very good at nourishing blood.
But it seems that Xia Zhiye seems to have misunderstood his taste because of this.
But it's hard to explain.
After all, Song Yan didn't intend to tell Xia Zhiye that he had discovered his secret.
Firstly, he felt that the relationship between the two of them was not close enough to share secrets, and secondly, he felt that men need to maintain some self-esteem more or less.
So after a brief pause, Song Yan chose to calmly put the piece of pork liver that he hated so much into the lunch box in front of Xia Zhiye.
Xia Zhiye paused while breaking the knuckles of the chopsticks.
Turning his head to look at Song Yan, Song Yan was eating as if nothing had happened.
Then he turned his head to look back at the pig liver, and suddenly felt that this piece of pig liver looked quite pretty.
That's right, a handsome guy with a stinky face who is extremely cold every day actually knows to pick up food for himself.
It seems that the relationship between myself and this new deskmate has developed by leaps and bounds.
But is the normal way for boys to express friendship is to take food from each other? Why do you feel a little weird
Xia Zhiye clicked on the group chat "Xia Shang Zhou".
[Wild]: If one day when a boy eats alone with you, he suddenly serves you food with his own hands, you will feel that something happened.
The remaining two returned in seconds.
[Autumn]: He wants to kill me
[Peerless Cute Little Merchant]: He wants to kiss me
[Autumn]: So who wants to kill you? @Wild
[Peerless cute little businessman]: So who wants to kiss you? @Wild
[Autumn]: Are you tired of Song
[Peerless cute little businessman]: Are you tired of Song
Xia Zhiye: "..."
[Wild]: Go away.
I knew that these two unlucky things couldn't say anything serious.
But he still couldn't help turning his head to look at Song Yan again.
Just in the afternoon, the bright sunshine came in gently, outlining the cool and delicate profile of the young boy by the window. His slender and dense eyelashes were drooping, filled with a light golden halo. real.
Xia Zhiye, who has always been blind to girls, suddenly felt that if there are girls who can grow up to be like Song Yan, it is not impossible to try to chase after them.
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When Liu Yue came to class in the afternoon, his face was very ugly.
He was tall, and his seat was also in the back row, not far from where Song Yan and the others were, and the rattling noise he made when he sat down was obvious.
But no one paid him any attention.
Song Yan was concentrating on a comprehensive mechanics problem.
He was also considered a well-known learning god in his previous school, but after all, he did not go to class for more than half the semester, and he has been receiving treatment during the summer vacation. Did not have time to understand.
His pale and thin knuckles were fastened on the paper with the black pen holder fastened, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, looking a little cute.
Xia Zhiye tilted his head, turned the pen, and after admiring it for a long time, he smiled casually: "Why? Can't do it? How about Master Xia tell you about it?"
Song Yan's backhand was a cold and ruthless mistake: "Take care of yourself."
"Don't be embarrassed, the ancients have a saying, don't be ashamed to ask, if I tell you, it will make sense?"
Xia Zhiye has a set pattern when it comes to nonsense.
But Song Yan didn't think that he had fallen to the point where he needed to seek help from a bad boy from society: "Don't worry, there's no need."
"laugh-"
A disdainful sneer came from the front right.
Means obvious.
Xiaopang was the first to be unhappy: "Liu Yue, what are you laughing at in a weird way?"
"It's nothing." Liu Yue crossed Erlang's legs and twirled his pen, "I just think that if some people don't know how to do it, they shouldn't pretend to be aggressive. They should be open-minded and eager to learn, so as not to lower the average score of our first class."
Although No. 3 Middle School is a key city at the end of the crane, it is still a key city, and the first class can barely be regarded as a key class.
According to the usual logic, Song Yan, a kid from a wealthy family in Beijing, should either go abroad or get extra points if his grades are so good, and he won't be transferred to a poor school like Nanwu No. 3 Middle School. Come on, let alone being arranged by Ruan Tian to help the poor.
So Liu Yue and others naturally acquiesced that Song Yan's grades were not good.
In addition, he was humiliated by Song Yan yesterday, and threatened by Xia Zhiye at noon, he was holding his breath in his heart, and wanted to show off his quick tongue and save some face.
In the end, he sang stand-up comedy, but Song Yan didn't respond at all.
Liu Yue raised the corners of his lips and snorted coldly: "What are you pretending to be, I really think I'm quite capable."
When Song Yan heard this, he just calculated the correct answer. While writing the summary, he said coldly: "There is nothing I can do, but it will not lower the average score of people like you."
Liu Yue tapped his pen on the spot: "What kind of person? Make it clear."
Song Yan raised his eyelids and gave them a look of observing the mentally handicapped, then lowered them indifferently and continued to work on the problem.
Without saying a word, but with a glance of ten thousand years.
Liu Yue: "..."
Hold.
Just when he was about to get angry, Xia Zhiye said slowly: "You said you are a good person, why are you so angry, it affects my study."
Liu Yue: "?"
Are you studying with such a big comic book on your fucking desk
And why the hell am I so angry, don't you have any points in your heart
If you don't count, just ask your deskmate!
Liu Yue was about to die of anger.
But what Xia Zhiye said clearly was to support Song Yan.
He wasn't afraid of Song Yan, but he was a little bit jealous of Xia Zhiye, so he could only bear the fire back, with a smirk on his face: "Okay, it's pretty good, then let's see, whoever lowers the score will be his grandson."
When Song Yan was in the second grade of elementary school, he stopped playing such open-ended bets with others.
Moreover, if you bet with people like Liu Yue, if it is passed back to Beijing, you will look like you are bullying mentally handicapped children, and it would be disgraceful to win.
But if the truth spreads to Beijing, let Song Minghai know that he has found such a good-for-nothing great-grandson for him, it should make him very angry.
It's fun to think about it that way.
Song Yan casually crossed out a difficult question that had already been overcome: "It's fine, I don't mind."
It wasn't a big deal at first, but people are people who love to watch the excitement.
Especially the extremely good-looking rich second-generation high-cold transfer student and the not-so-good-looking arrogance and big thorn. No matter from which angle you look at it, it is very dramatic and interesting.
So the bet between the two spread throughout the entire high school within a day.
On the day of the exam, because of the random assignment of the exam room, Xia Zhiye didn't share the same classroom with Song Yan. After sending him there, he went back to his exam room.
As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Ziqiu teased him: "Master Xia, your new tablemate has a blood feud with Liu Yue."
"What's the big deal, as for the blood feud?"
Zhou Ziqiu handed over the phone: "Look for yourself."
Xia Zhiye leaned back on the back of the chair, with her long legs propped up on the ground, tilted the chair up, took the phone and looked at it, it was the interface of the third middle school post bar.
The title of the tall building floating on the top - "[Vote] Song Yan Vs Liu Yue, who will have the last laugh?" "
"You're so grown up, you still play Post Bar, it's childish."
If it wasn't for Song Yan's name on the title, Xia Zhiye wouldn't even be interested in taking a look.
Zhou Ziqiu was noncommittal: "Otherwise, why do you think the enrollment rate of No. 3 Middle School has not been increasing? It's just for this group of people."
Right.
Thinking about it this way, it's quite logical and self-consistent.
Xia Zhiye clicked in.
[Main building]: Mr. Lu Xun's beautiful picture town building! Ben Yun took the lead in eating melons! As we all know, the newly transferred rich second-generation Maybach and Director Liu's nephew got into a fight. After the fake shoes incident, the grandson's bet turned out to be born.
[1L]: To be honest, Liu Yue is reliable in this wave, his grades are barely passable, but the transfer student must have poor grades.
[2L]: Subsequent, from ancient times to the present, those who transferred to No. 3 Middle School were unable to keep up with other key schools, and you can’t write about the bad record of ten or eight years in the review.
[3L]: That’s not necessarily the case. I heard that Song Yan’s previous school was a giant, and the lean camels were bigger than horses, and Liu Yue’s grades in the first class were also in the middle and lower reaches.
[4L]: Hot knowledge, the difficulty of the college entrance examination for the people of the imperial capital is completely different from that of densely populated areas like ours.
[5L]: Then I still suppress Song Yan, because there is no other reason, only Shuai Er.
[6L]: +1
[7L]: +2
[8L]: +3
[9L]: +10086
…
[158L]: Fuck! Don't add it! Brilliant! Song Yan and Liu Yue are in the same examination room as me! Song Yan was in front of me, Liu Yue was next to me, and my mother was shivering in the middle!
[159L]: Damn it, it's so exciting!
[160L]: Is it possible to evolve into hand-to-hand combat
[161L]: Then it’s fucking interesting, I’m sure it will be broadcast live
[162L]: But brother, your melon eating coordinates have been exposed, be careful of getting beaten
[163L]: Grass, careless.
…
It's all nonsense.
Xia Zhiye felt a pain in his forehead.
"But Song Yanzhen and Liu Yue are in the same examination room?" Zhou Ziqiu put back his phone and asked.
Xia Zhiye let out a casual "hmm": "I knew it when I set up the examination room yesterday."
"Then you still look like nothing."
"I need something?"
"Otherwise?" Zhou Ziqiu asked back, "With Liu Yue's character, if he doesn't do something to make your little tablemate angry, he won't be named Liu."
That's true.
Liu Yue is a purebred evil pen.
but…
Xia Zhiye recalled Song Yan's cold and smelly little face, and unconsciously bent the corner of his lower lip.
His little deskmate wasn't in a bad mood either.
He looked so clear and cold, but he was actually more annoying than anyone else.
Someone who is particularly irritating is lying on the table to catch up on sleep.
It is said to be a joint entrance examination, but it is actually just a hastily prepared preliminary examination for the five schools to issue papers uniformly. It does not even count the files.
The students were not surprised, and chatted with the acquaintances around them one after another.
Song Yan has no acquaintances, and the surroundings are deserted.
Liu Yue, who was diagonally behind, was bustling around, and even occasionally leaked a sentence or two of ridicule about Song Yan.
Boys of this age mostly talk about loyalty, and the so-called loyalty is generally divided into intimacy and estrangement, and there is no doubt that Song Yan is the intimacy.
After all, the rumors changed as they spread, but Liu Yue was a real brother who had played ball with them, had dinner with them, chased after girls, and scolded them. In comparison, Song Yan was just a sudden pretender.
So all exclusion is so natural.
Song Yan was also not interested in bringing his friendship level to the same level as that of an idiot, but he was a little annoyed by the noise.
Impatiently, he scratched his hair twice, turned his head to the other side and continued to sleep, until the exam papers were sent out, before he could barely stand up, looking extremely lazy, looking like he hadn't slept well for a few days.
According to international practice, the first test is Chinese.
For Song Yan, this course is the least stressful. After all, those that should be memorized and memorized can be memorized after reading it twice, and the rest of them have little difference whether they have attended class or not. Anyway, it all depends on fate.
His hand speed was also fast, and he turned the paper in a short while, leading the entire examination room by almost one-third of the papers.
The person behind him couldn't help but let out a "fuck": "How the hell can you write so fast, it can't be some hidden student master."
These words just fell into the ears of Liu Yue next to him.
Liu Yue's mathematics and comprehensive science are passable, but his Chinese and English are really killing him.
I was already stuck in the appreciation of ancient prose, and I was very irritable. When I heard this sentence, I looked up and saw Song Yan's back writing without hesitation, and my lungs were about to explode.
Gritting his teeth, pondering over it, he became ruthless and raised his hand: "Teacher, report."
The invigilator this time is an elderly Chinese teacher who has never heard anything outside the window. He was critiquing the weekly diary on the podium, when he heard someone speak, he pushed his reading glasses and looked over: "Speak."
Liu Yue said: "I report someone cheating."
The eyes behind the presbyopic lenses widened instantly.
Liu Yue pointed to Song Yan: "I saw that he wrote a cheat sheet and hid it in the desk drawer."
Now who the hell is still thinking about trying.
After all, there are exams every week, but if you miss it, you really missed it. Everyone turned their heads and looked over.
The invigilator couldn't help standing up and looking at Song Yan: "Is what he said true?"
Song Yan felt that this question was really interesting: "If I say it's fake, will you believe it?"
Invigilator: "..."
Not really.
But he felt that he still had to be responsible to the students, so he walked up to Song Yan with a straight face, and knocked on the table twice: "Check your drawer for me."
Song Yan put down the pen indifferently, stepped back, and the teacher leaned over and put his hand into the belly of the table, and began to grope.
Fumbling and fumbling, his expression suddenly collapsed.
With a straight face, he took out his hand and slapped it on the table: "What is this!"
A note with a cheat sheet.
The first line at the beginning reads "Chi Chi, the gangster, hugs Bu Maosi, the bandit comes to Maosi, and I will seek it out when I come", which will coincide with the first question written silently.
Song Yan didn't seem too surprised or flustered, and stated calmly: "This is not mine."
At the end of his life, the old teacher hated the students for not keeping their integrity. He suppressed his anger and restrained himself: "Why do you say that this is not yours?"
Song Yan was very objective: "Because I can't write such ugly characters."
teacher:"… "
Everyone: "..."
Liu Yue: "..."
I have seen arrogant ones, but I have never seen such arrogant ones.
To have such an attitude after being caught cheating, what kind of mental quality is this.
There are already boys with abnormal brains who start to worship Song Yan.
However, this reason obviously cannot convince the teacher.
The well-trained Chinese teacher, with his index finger upright, pointed at the table, "You you you" you for a long time, and finally swallowed the reprimand, reluctantly made a decision: "You continue the exam first, and follow me to the Academic Affairs Office after the exam, After the investigation, if cheating is confirmed, the test scores will be cancelled.”
He is a teacher who is very responsible to his students.
The way it is handled is also fair.
But Song Yan just asked calmly: "Is there monitoring in the examination room?"
They are all exam rooms temporarily arranged in classrooms, where is the monitoring coming from.
The invigilator thought that he wanted to take the opportunity to escape the responsibility, so he immediately emphasized: "Don't think that if there is no monitoring, you are outside the law! Teachers are sharp-eyed!"
After Song Yan heard this answer, he said coldly: "Then there is no need."
After finishing speaking, he packed up his pencil case, stood up, leaned on the desk and chair, slowly moved to the podium, picked up his schoolbag, and prepared to leave.
The Chinese teacher has supervised the exam for so many years and caught so many cheaters, but he has never seen this reaction.
After a while, he asked, "What are you doing?"
Song Yan turned her head, her tone indifferent: "Aren't all the students who found cheating expelled from the examination room on the spot?"
"..."
It's such a rule.
"But didn't you say that the cheat sheet wasn't yours?"
"But there is no monitoring."
"..."
"Things without monitoring are destined to be unclear, so there is no need for me to continue wasting time here."
Song Yan's injured leg couldn't fully touch the ground, so he could only stand on the podium and lean on the podium.
When he looked over with his schoolbag on one shoulder and lowered his eyelids, there was no superfluous expression on his face, as if he was not the one who was caught cheating, but the one who interrogated others.
That kind of condescending arrogance and magnanimity made the invigilator emotionally choose to believe that the student could not cheat at a certain moment.
What's more, this student also wrote such a good handwriting.
He felt a little regretful and unwilling: "Then what about your test scores this time?"
Hearing this sentence, the rest of the test takers, who were stupefied, realized that, yes, there is still a fucking bet, and the loser will be a grandson.
So where can I miss the exam? Wouldn't there be no suspense if he missed a test? Can Eldest Young Master Song suffer from this? Can you bear this anger
They don't believe it.
Song Yan didn't believe it either.
So Song Yan hooked the strap of the schoolbag on his shoulder indifferently: "It's okay, just take one less Chinese test, and it won't affect my score being lowered by others."
After finishing speaking, he walked out of the classroom without looking back.
Others in the classroom: "...?"
Fuck, why is this guy so crazy