Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

Chapter 11: unfamiliar

No wonder Xia Zhiye had that reaction when he got the learning materials.

No wonder Liu Yue recognized his bad grades.

It turned out that in the gang arranged by Ruan Tian, he was the last one.

In the end, he was self-motivated, and prepared the most basic knowledge points and easy-to-error questions for the dignified defending champion of the three middle school bullies.

After a long time, the clown turned out to be himself.

What's even more outrageous is that Xia Zhiye knew that he had misunderstood that day, and he didn't explain it, so he watched himself every day to help him sort out the data and the wrong questions, and then rolled himself to get a fifth grade. one.

It's just that Miaomiao opened the door for Miaomiao, Miaomiao is home.

So on such a good day, the happy little chubby found that the air pressure near him was terribly low.

Liu Yue next door lost such a big face and became a dead man, which is excusable.

But the two masters behind them, one won a scholarship of 2,000 yuan for the first exam, and the other fought back to clear their grievances. Why are they still unhappy here?

Xia Zhiye also had the same problem, tilted his head and supported his head: "Song Yan? Yan brother? Yan master? Song Daxi?"

"What do you call your uncle?" Song Yan raised her head impatiently.

Xia Zhiye raised a finger: "You haven't spoken to me all morning."

"I remember saying thank you."

"Except this."

"We don't have much to say other than that."

Song Yan lowered her head, lowered her eyelashes, and continued to write questions, her face indifferent.

Xia Zhiye: "…"

Sure enough, beautiful men are ruthless.

I originally thought that after I came back from reasoning with Liu Deqing, I would get a grateful and warm hug from the beautiful classmate Song Daxi, but not only there was no warm hug, but it seemed to be colder than usual.

Does the little thing have a conscience?

Xia Zhiye took the next step: "You have to tell me what you want for lunch."

Song Yan: "No, I will go to the hospital in the afternoon to remove the plaster, and eat outside at noon."

"Shall I accompany you?"

"Thank you for your kindness. There is a school doctor."

“…”

Someone suddenly became so polite, Xia Zhiye wasn't used to it, he still liked Song Yan who slapped him and then called him a fool when he was upset.

So where did you offend someone?

Xia Zhiye didn't understand.

The life committee just happened to pass by and threw a small box to Song Yan: "Your courier. It's from Beijing."

Song Yan took it and took out the knife, the tip of the knife swiped along the tape, and a medicine bottle rolled out unexpectedly.

He was holding something and it was inconvenient to bend over.

He looked up just to see Song Yan stuffing the medicine bottle into his schoolbag, Xia Zhiye asked, "Are you insomnia?"

"It's none of your business."

Song Yan zipped up her schoolbag and continued to do the question.

Song Yan pushed his hand away impatiently: "I said, it has nothing to do with you. Don't you understand?"

"How come it has nothing to do with me?"

"Why is it related to you?"

"I'm your roommate."

"Are we familiar?"

An extremely impatient rhetorical question blurted out, and the air suddenly fell into a subtle silence.

It's not good to be fat.

After all, Song Yan was injured for half a month, Xia Zhiye was inseparable to take care of them, and the two of them kissed like conjoined twins, but it hurts to say such words at this time emotion.

Song Yan also seemed to regret for a moment, her knuckles twitched slightly, her eyelids were half-lifted, but soon they fell again, and continued to bury her head in writing the papers, as if she just blinked inadvertently.

"So don't meddle."

The tone is extremely distant and cold.

Xia Zhiye said nothing.

Just looking at Song Yan's involuntarily tensed lips and thin wrist bones, he suddenly remembered the wild cat at the door of his house when he was a child.

Beautiful, vigilant, and bad-tempered, she would fight with other feral cats and get hurt. There are good-hearted people who want to adopt, but no matter how good they are, they will not be coquettish.

noodle.

In the words of the old man, it is the little things that have suffered hardships.

No matter how you raise it, you can't raise it well.

The two did not speak for the whole morning.

After the plaster was removed in the afternoon, Song Yan didn't want to go back to work after leaving the hospital.

I don't want to go back to face Xia Zhiye.

So after talking to the school doctor, I went straight back to the dormitory to make up for sleep.

Going downstairs, only to find the door closed.

A bright red notice was posted on the door:

Abnormal phenomena such as skipping classes and returning late. Notification is complete. ]

Song Yan: "…"

face slumped, hooked the strap of her schoolbag on her shoulders, turned and walked out of the alley.

In September, the sweltering heat will subside, and the air will always be damp and sultry as if it were wrung out.

Song Yan grabbed the collar of her school uniform and fanned it twice, not knowing where to go.

In the more than half a month since I came to Nanwu, I have been riding Xia Zhiye's pink bicycle at two o'clock and one line every day, and I have never been to other places.

And thinking of Xia Zhiye, Song Yan felt that the weather was even more stuffy.

In fact, he felt more ashamed than angry.

As long as she thinks of staring at Xia Zhiye and forbidding him to sleep and play with his mobile phone in class, forcing him to finish his homework every day, and wanting to help him get the Progress Award, Song Yan feels that he is quite stupid,

When I think of Xia Zhiye knowing that he is meddling and not explaining a word, he feels that he may be even more stupid in the heart of the other party.

So when Xia Zhiye asked about the medicine, he only felt that his security boundary was completely offended.

After all, they have only known each other for half a month.

And now that Xia Zhiye is the first in grade and has a scholarship, he doesn't need himself from beginning to end, then the two will not interfere with each other and owe each other.

Thinking about this, Song Yan didn't feel much in her heart.

I just felt a little coolness suddenly fall on my cheeks.

When I looked up, I realized that it was raining.

It's really not going anywhere.

Song Yan had a cold face, and was about to turn her head to go back, when she suddenly heard a vague quarrel coming from the other side of the alley, faintly mixed with the cry of an old man and a little girl And a few familiar curses.

After coming to Nanwu, there was only one old man who spoke.

Song Yan glanced at the familiar scene around him, a bad premonition arose in his heart, he turned around immediately, took out his mobile phone, and ran quickly to the small courtyard in the innermost alley while making a call go.

Several old people were standing not far from the gate of the courtyard, circling anxiously when they heard footsteps and looked over as if they were saved.

"Hey, there's someone in school uniform, is that Ono?"

"It doesn't seem to be, oops, I've called him for so long, why hasn't he come yet."

"We are in class at this point, so it's normal to not come out well."

"Oh, isn't it about to end school, I'm so anxious."

"Hey! Boy! Who are you! What are you doing!"

"Please let it go."

Song Yan shoved the cell phone with the bright screen into her pocket, pushed open the door of the courtyard, and saw the row of feather dusters sitting in the courtyard arrogantly and arrogantly.

In the direction of the door, the little mahjong was standing in front of Grandma Liu with his short arms, crying heart-to-heart: "You are not allowed to bully my grandma! No! Wooooooooo... "

The red-haired chicken seemed to think it was very interesting, took a step forward, and squatted down: "Who bullied your grandma, it was your grandma who didn't pay back the money and bullied us. But I see that you are a long-haired little girl. It's quite lovable, if you really love your grandma, why don't you just go with us and sell you off... ah ah ah! It hurts, hurts, hurts!"

He wanted to reach out to touch the little mahjong's face, but a pale and thin hand pinched his wrist bone just as he was halfway there.

Then twist it in the opposite direction, and there is a click.

Immediately the pain made him scream: "It hurts! Let go! Who the **** are you!"

"Your great-grandpa."

"?"

Are you really particular about seniority?

The red-haired chicken turned his head and looked: "Fuck! How is it you!"

"It's me, what's wrong?"

Song Yan's dark eyes were filled with extremely unpleasant haze and anger.

Several other people also recognized that he was the gang of Xia Zhiye, thinking of the few times they beat people at that time, they felt a little nervous.

Only the head of the head, who has never seen it before, turned a knife in his hand, and said, "Little brother, are you the grandson of this family?"

"No."

"If not, then this matter has nothing to do with you, it is best not to meddle."

"The grandson of this family is my friend, and his business is mine. If you have anything to say, you can tell me directly."

Song Yan hid the little mahjong tightly behind her back, looking like she was in charge of the house, as if the person "unfamiliar" with Xia Zhiye in the morning was not him.

Shoutou tugged at the corner of his lower lip: "Yes, it's quite righteous, why don't you help your friend pay back the money this old woman owes?"

"If he really owes money, I can help him pay it back. But I remember that he seems to have paid it off a long time ago." Song Yan recalled what Xia Zhiye said that day with a calm tone.

It's been thirteen months, and now three months have passed, and the interest will not be paid if it is not paid? There is no reason for this."

Song Yan pretended not to know, raised her eyelids, and said indifferently, "What do you mean by nine out of thirteen returns?"

Hearing this, the gangsters present couldn't help but let out a sneer: "Sure enough, he is a good student, he doesn't even know where he goes out and thirteen. Then my brother will give you a good lesson today. ."

Incredulous, took a step forward, looked down at him, a contemptuous smile on his lips: "Nine out of thirteen returns, literally, you ask me to borrow ten percent, I only Give you 90%, then 10% interest per month, and you will pay me 130% after three months. Understand?"

Song Yan met his gaze and said indifferently, "So he asked you how much you borrowed, how much you paid back, and how much you still owe."

"Not much." Bunchou stretched out his left hand, raised a thumb and a little finger, "This old woman asked our boss to take 18,000 yuan for the operation on this little girl, and it should be paid back. 26,000, but only 20,000 was paid back, and now the remaining 6,000, how do you think it will be solved?"

"Don't lie to the children!" Before Song Yan could speak, Grandma Liu, who was behind her, couldn't help but burst into tears, "The IOU you asked me to make was obviously 20,000! I It's all paid back! Why did it become 26,000? You are clearly robbing money!"

Grandma Liu was trembling with anger. Seeing that she was about to go up and hammer the thugs, Song Yan stopped her and whispered: "I'll solve this, you bring a little mahjong back. Room."

Grandma Liu was stunned for a moment, then met Song Yan's gaze, and instantly understood, she quickly walked into the house with a little mahjong and locked the door.

Song Yan didn't wait for the gangsters to speak, and directly turned to ask: "Didn't you say it before?"

I know that I am wrong, and chuckle: "This kind of rule is well known, it is not so old that she is so old, let me tell her."

It's really shameless.

Song Yan asked: "That is to say, Grandma Liu asked your boss to take 18,000 yuan, and 20,000 yuan after three months?"

"That's right."

"The principal is 18,000, the interest is 2,000 for three months, the monthly interest rate is 11%, and the annual interest rate is more than 130%, which is nearly 4% of the highest annual interest rate limited by the state. Bei, are you still not satisfied?"

Don’t borrow it if you can, if you borrow it, you have to follow the rules.”

"But the rules must be told to the elderly in advance, right?"

"We are lending money, and we are not doing good deeds, so we can take care of everything? So you still haven't paid the money? Also, just get the **** away!" Inun Tou was finally impatient with what he said.

The red-haired chicken quickly responded: "That's right, if you don't **** pay back the money, just stay here for a long time, it's useless!"

"It's really useless."

Song Yan replied calmly and calmly, and stood there with the strap of her schoolbag hooked, looking very confident.

But he is a weak high school student, where does he get the confidence?

Several **** are puzzled.

Thinking about it, I heard the melody of "dip-" and "dip-" in the sound of the rain, getting closer, closer, closer...

"?"

“…”

"Grass! You **** call the police?!"

The red-haired chicken reacted to that Song Yan had been here and told them that some of them were waiting for the police to arrive. He felt that he was played by such a child, and he was so embarrassed that he held up his hand. The stick in the room slashed towards Song Yan.

Song Yan reacted very quickly, and directly avoided it, then kicked the red chicken with a horizontal kick, kicked the red chicken's wrist, took advantage of the pain, grabbed the stick, slashed backhand, and hammered the abdomen , and then lift it up and hit the mandible of the red chicken firmly.

There was a crisp sound of bone cracks, the red chicken was crawling on the ground, and Song Yan completed the counterattack on the spot.

He was in poor health when he was a child, so he was forced to start learning taekwondo in order to keep fit. Although he didn't learn very well, he won the district champion of elementary school students' taekwondo competition, barely able to cope with a few wastes bum.

And his mobile phone has been recording the whole process. The conversation is clear and clear, and the evidence of self-defense is conclusive. If you don't do something ruthless at this time, I'm sorry for the immorality of this group of people.

However, the teenagers who grew up in the ivory tower are not the same as those who fight and fight in society.

Several gangsters swarmed up without thinking.

The other position is also a really ruthless character. Anyway, it is not one or two times. Where to put it.

Thinking about it, he pulled the knife and stabbed Song Yanzhi straight.

shadow.

Then with a stab, the sound of clothes being torn, the blade of the blade slashed straight across Xia Zhiye's shoulder in front of his eyes.

The white school uniform fabric tore out the torn fibers, and the boy's cold shoulders instantly seeped red blood beads.

"Fuck!"

Song Yan didn't think about anything, just raised her leg over Xia Zhiye's side and kicked the inch behind him, then backhanded Xia Zhiye to the corner of the wall, and blurted out scolding: " Are you a **** idiot!"

The eldest young master always pays attention to his temperament.

Xia Zhiye looked down at him and laughed softly: "Don't be so fierce. And the police uncle is here, you have to pretend to be pitiful."

Song Yan: "…"

When is it time to play this kind of scheming?

"And..."

Xia Zhiye frowned slightly.

Song Yan: "What?"

"Are you not familiar with it?"

"?"

"It's not familiar, so why are you sticking to me now?

“…”

"Still so tight?"