Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Objectively speaking, if the face on the opposite side is listed in the sea, it should be quite valuable.

    The skin is very white, the hair color is light, the nose is high and the eyebrows are deep, it is an aggressive bone, but it is born with two natural smiling peach eyes, so when I smile lazily, Even the small mole on the right side of the tip of the nose looks very attractive.

    Looks like it can be a disaster for a girl.

    The brain doesn't seem to be very normal.

    Song Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with the idiot, so she held her umbrella and turned around and left.

    However, the idiot put his shoulders behind him, and whispered softly in his ear: "How about this beautiful little classmate do me a favor?"

    After finishing speaking, a grizzled old lady at the end of the alley rushed over: "Xiaoye, I heard that group of people seem to be coming again? Did you fight them again? "

    It seems that if Xia Zhiye really got into a fight, she would have a heart attack right there.

    Xia Zhiye grabbed Song Yan's shoulder, turned back, and smiled lazily: "No, we are here to discuss the interaction of forces."

    "?" The old man's soul asked, "Do you love learning so much?"

    Xia Zhiye did not change his face: "Well, read for the rise of China."

    Song Yan: "…"

    neuropathy.

    The old man asked again: "Then this one?"

    Xia Zhiye didn't blink: "My friend, the university bully. If you don't believe me, ask him?"

    The old man looked at Song Yan.

    Song Yan also looked at the old man.

     Brief confrontation.

    Song Yan was expressionless: "Hmm."

    The old man finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good. Since it's Ono's friend, come in and sit?"

    Song Yan indifferently opened Xia Zhiye's hand on his shoulder: "No need."

    The old man worried: "But your hair is wet. If you don't wipe your head quickly, you should catch a cold."

    "No."

    "Why not, you see your hair is wet, listen to grandma, hurry up."

    "Really not..."

    "Oh, my little old woman is going to worry about dying. My heart hurts, my heart hurts."

    “…”

    Seeing the pretentious performance of the old man, Xia Zhiye smiled and hooked Song Yan's neck again: "Let's go, you can never defeat a little old lady who tries to care about you."

    Song Yan: "…"

    Why was he meddling in the first place.

    Grandma Liu's courtyard is in the innermost alley.

    Song Yan would never lose her temper with an old man no matter what, and was taken by Xia Zhiye with a cold face.

    As soon as the door opened, a glutinous rice dumpling with disheveled hair ran out with short legs, hugged Xia Zhiye's knees, raised his face, and cried out crisply and sweetly: "Wild brother."

    Xia Zhiye took it easy and picked it up with one hand: "Come, little mahjong, let me introduce you to a beautiful brother."

    Who the **** is beautiful brother.

    Song Yan: "My name is..."

    "Beautiful brother!"

    "It's not the pretty brother, it's..."

    "Ah, what are you dawdling at, kid, brush your hair!"

    “…”

    After being interrupted twice, Song Yan chose to shut up, walked into the house, and put away her umbrella.

    The dark eyes swept around the room, pressing the obvious irritability.

      There is also a faint scent.

    Grandma Liu quickly took out two squares of dry towels and two cups of hot water: "Quickly wipe, drink the hot water after wiping, and warm your body, so as not to catch a cold."

    When handing the water to Song Yan, he added with a smile: "Don't worry, although it is old, it is clean and not dirty."

    Song Yan was not thirsty at first, but after hearing this, she chose to take the cup: "Thank you."

     Very polite.

    The three-year-old girl's hair is soft and thin, and Xia Zhiye's hand is long and big. Song Yan always feels that if he exerts his strength, the little mahjong can pay homage to Statham on the spot.

    In the end, not only did they not get bald, but the two horn braids were neatly tied. At the end, Xia Zhiye even took out a new hairpin from his pocket and pinned it to the little girl: "Yes, it looks good."

    The little girl immediately ran to the back room to look in the mirror, and then came a sweet voice: "It's so beautiful! Thank you wild brother!"

    I saw with my own eyes how the huge Barbie pink butterfly hairpin was pinned to Song Yan in the center of her head: "..."

    This kind of aesthetic is probably the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

    Shangliang himself had no idea about this, and lay down lazily on the back of the chair: "Then next time, Brother Ye will buy a big red one for the little mahjong, one on each side, and wear them together. "

    Song Yan made up her mind and was a little shocked.

    "What is the name of a good little mahjong?

    "Oh, this." Xia Zhiye leaned on the back of the chair and turned on the TV, CCTV6 just played the part where the rookie was picked up in "Penguins of Madagascar", "Because she is the Picked it up at the door of the mahjong parlor."

    The tone is ordinary, but the content is unexpectedly explosive.

    Song Yan just wanted to say sorry.

    Xia Zhiye turned to look at him with a serious face: "But I always think she is a princess left behind by the royal family, and she will definitely bring me great wealth in the future, what do you think?"

    Song Yan: "…"

    I think there is something wrong with your brain.

    Indifferent reminder: "Our country is a socialist country under the people's democratic dictatorship."

    "Ah, what a pity." Xia Zhiye said, "Then let's see if she may have Thai blood."

    Song Yan couldn't hold back: "I think you may be a little sick."

    "...Yes, you are very special." Xia Zhiye made an objective evaluation and asked, "So what is your name?"

    "Song Yan."

    "Which Yan?"

    "Abominable."

    “…”

    Eerie silence.

    Xia Zhiye politely praised: "It's very chic."

    Song Yan sarcastically replied: "And the little mahjong each other."

    His name has been criticized since he was a child. Others say that parents have to think about how hard they are to name their sons. When they were young, they even cried and made trouble about it.

    When I grew up a little later, I realized that Song Minghai really couldn't think of it when he named him this name.

    And when I grow up a little bit, I realize that this name is actually very high-level, and it simply sums up all his father's feelings for him in this life, so it's just okay.

    But obviously Xia Zhiye didn't like it very much, put her fingertips on the cracked wooden handrail, tapped twice, her tone was low and lazy: "Your name is too unpalatable. .And look at you, you look good, have a good personality, and are very attractive, so…”

    "?"

    "So it's better to call you Song Daxi in the future."

    Song Yan: "…"

    Song's mother is very happy.

    Why did he expect this person to say something serious after hearing the remarks of the listing.

    The coldness in her brows and eyes finally couldn't be suppressed, and she put down the cup: "Don't worry, there will be no future."

    After finishing speaking, she picked up the umbrella in the corner and prepared to leave.

    I just bumped into Grandma Liu and came out of the kitchen: "Why are you leaving now? Why don't you stay for lunch?"

    Song Yan felt that it might be a little rude to say the real reason "because I think your grandson has a brain problem", and put it another way: "Well, it's too late to catch a plane."

    "School is about to start, where are you going by plane now?"

    Song Yan lied about her unfamiliar business and got stuck for a while.

    Xia Zhiye friendly reminder: "Madagascar."

    Song Yan: "Well, the motor..."

    It's halfway through, and it's up to your dad.

    Grandma Liu has already asked: "What is the horse?"

    Song Yan bite the bullet: "Madagascar."

    "What?"

    "Madagascar."

    "What the hell?"

    “…”

    Xia Zhiye, who was watching the play, finally couldn't hold back and laughed: "Okay, grandma, if you don't understand, don't ask, or you will miss the opportunity when you turn around Gone."

    "Oh. Then I won't waste your time. You are busy with your work. Remember to get to that Ma Shida, and report to Ono's safety."

    The old man looked serious.

    Xia Zhiye let out a low laugh.

    Song Yan didn't speak, opened her umbrella, blocked her coffin face, and walked straight out the door.

    He was afraid that if he stayed for another second, there would be violent bloodshed here.

    However, the sullen voice from the door caught up somehow: "Oh, yes, if you go to Madagascar, you should pass by the door of the dormitory of No. 3 Middle School, remember the first alley to the left Don't go to the end when turning, or you will get lost. See you later."

    “…”

    Song Yan felt that it was better not to see each other again, otherwise they would have to be alone.

    Although I don't know how Xia Zhiye knew that he was going to the dormitory of No. 3 Middle School, but thanks to his reminder, Song Yan quickly found a place this time.

    After going through the formalities to get the key, the dormitory aunt wearing instant noodles was beaming: "I tell you, you are lucky this time, only one person lives in the dormitory you are assigned, and that boy is special I love cleanliness."

    Song Yan pressed the room number on the key to find the door of the innermost room on the sixth floor, pushed it open, and found that it was much cleaner than the boys' dormitory as expected.

    On the right row are cabinets and desks.

    There are two bunks on the left.

    One of them was neatly packed with luggage, basketball shoes, and an acoustic guitar. The other one had a flat bed sheet and a square quilt on the bottom bunk, while the top bunk was empty.

    Song Yan didn't want to touch other people's things, so she chose this upper bunk.

    After finishing the scribbles, I took a photo and sent it to Qin Qing to report safety.

    Get a response soon.

    [Aunt Qin]: Go to dinner when you're ready, don't forget to go to school at two o'clock in the afternoon. After the formalities are completed, just report to the head teacher.

    [Aunt Qin]: I heard Director Liu say that your class teacher this time is a young female teacher, with a beautiful appearance and a good personality. Don't make people angry.

    Song Yan wondered how he could make people angry.

    By name?

    But Liu Deqing didn't lie.

    This time the new head teacher is indeed young and beautiful, with a good personality, baby face, big eyes, and two dimples when he smiles: "My name is Ruan Tian, ​​I'm the English teacher of the second and first class of senior high school, and also your head teacher. I heard that you were transferred from Beijing?"

    "En." Song Yan stood at the door of the classroom, hooked the strap of her schoolbag, drooping her eyelids, and responded.

    It's not that he's rude.

    It's just that he is 1.81 meters and Ruan Tian is 1.58 meters. He can't see her like this.

    Ruan Tian raised his neck: "I know your school, the re-entry rate is 98%, your grades have always been pretty good, but it seems that you didn't go to class for half of the last semester?"

    "Sick."

    "Ow... so..."

    Ruan Tian seems to be worried.

    Song Yan added without emotion: "I can keep up with the progress."

    Ruan Tian's worried expression disappeared instantly, and she smiled: "Well, the teacher believes you can do it, so just sit there."

    She pointed to the corner of the last row of the classroom by the window: "It's just right to form a one-on-one mutual help group with you at the same table and make progress together."

    Different from the single table in the original school, the third school uses a table for two people.

    Song Yan neither likes the close relationship at the same table, nor the stupid relationship of one-on-one mutual help groups, but she can't bear the signature smile of Ruan Tian's morning drama heroine He spoke bluntly, so he walked over silently with his schoolbag on his back.

    The phone keeps ringing.

    Song stood up irritably, took out his phone, and saw Shen Jiayan's stupid name kept popping up on the screen.

    [The world's most sweet little milkberry]: In?

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Forget it, whether you are here or not.

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: As your best brother, I have something to say today. You have a really bad temper. You have a dead face all day long, hang up the phone at every turn, make provocative words, ignore you, and get beaten to death every minute outside.

      Physical and mental humiliation, severe loss of freedom.

      Be sure to stay away from them and return alive to our great capital.

    [Sweet little milkberry]: target person.xsl

    “…”

    Why does someone always want to refresh the lower limit of his cognition of idiots.

    With the mentality of seeing what kind of demon Shen Jiayan can be, Song Yan opened the form.

    [Dangerous Person #3]:…

    Before I had time to read it, Shen Jiayan's new message was sent again.

    [Humanly Sweet Little Milkberry]: Have you read that form?

    [Sweet little milk berry in the world]: It is said that he is a two-meter big man. He once had a glorious record of picking all the opponents into the hospital in a one-to-six result. He is a super invincible sea king, and there are at least forty girlfriends in the post bar, which is outrageous!

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: But what is his name, you wait for me to find it.

    Before Shen Jiayan could find out that person's name, Song Yan felt a darkness in front of him, as if a shadow was engulfed in it.

    Look up.

    Saw Ruan Tian and another person he didn't want to see standing side by side in front of him.

    "Song Yan, this is your new roommate and your CP. You must get along well in the future and make progress together."

    After Ruan Tian finished speaking, he stepped on the high heels and walked away.

    The rest of his new classmate stood under the incandescent lamp, with red lips and white teeth, slightly curved eyebrows, and a bright smile: "This classmate Song Daxi from Madagascar, long time no see."

    Song Daxi from Madagascar gave him a numb look, and then a numb look at the new message sent by Shen Jiayan:

      Did you hear me! ]

    Then type a line without expression.

    [YAN]: It should be close.

    [Sweet little milkberry]: ?

    [YAN]: He and I will soon be without one.

    [Sweet little milkberry]: ? ? ?