Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    The moment she entered the game room and saw her avatar and ID, Song Yan even thought about which hospital Xia Zhiye would be born in in her next life.

    Sit on the spot, holding the phone, looking at the screen, motionless.

    As long as he doesn't move, time will freeze here, and embarrassment and social death will never come.

    However, Xia Zhiye, who was above her head, called out "Song Yan" for some reason.

    So Song Yan put down the phone expressionlessly.

    Squeeze your neck, move your wrists, and start your warm-up.

    The male high school student has no idea about the strong killing intent in the lower bunk, and just asked in a normal tone: "Do you have any chargers?"

    Song Yan's movement of turning her wrist stopped.

    Then I saw a slender, white arm hanging down from the upper bunk.

    Xia Zhiye leaned out, pinched the edge of the phone loosely with his fingertips, and shook the dark screen facing him twice: "After charging for a long time, it suddenly shuts down, it must be the charger is broken Now, can I borrow it from you first? I just made an appointment with someone else to open a hack."

    Song Yan lowered her head, and in the corner of the bed, Xia Zhiye's avatar on the screen of her mobile phone was indeed showing the time to leave.

    Really dropped.

    And it seems that Xia Zhiye didn't realize that the person who was going to have a blackout with him was himself.

    So before entering the game room, Xia Zhiye's phone was automatically turned off?

    It is not impossible.

    After all, according to Xia Zhiye's brain, if he really finds out, he may not be able to show it.

    Song Yan took a fluke and asked indifferently, "With Zhou Ziqiu and the others?"

    "No, it's a rich woman with a lot of money and money, and she's very cute. As a result, I just invited someone's mobile phone and suddenly turned off, so can we help you?" Xia Zhiye Leaning over and looking down at Song Yan, he laughed sloppily and lazily.

    Song Yan expressionlessly unplugged her charger from the power strip at the head of the bed, and threw it on the top: "Take it and roll."

    "Thank you, Your Majesty for the reward." Xia Zhiye raised his arm casually, caught it easily, and then lay back on the bed.

    There is no abnormal expression in the whole process.

    If this is played, then Xia Zhiye might as well go straight to the Oscar.

    It seems that God is still merciful, and can't bear to let Xia Zhiye die at a young age.

    Song Yan had the feeling of being dragged back from the brink of crime in time for the rest of her life. With a cold face, she picked up the phone, exited the game, switched accounts, and re-entered the room.

    [People are beautiful, rich and rich]: Did something suddenly go offline?

    [People are rich and rich]: Little brother, little brother, are you still there?

    As long as it is shameless enough, the vest can cover it tightly.

    After Song Yan sent three messages with a face full of hopelessness, she finally understood a truth - a lie often needs thousands of lies to make up.

    Xia Zhiye in the upper bunk looked at the three messages and couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his lips.

    Some people appear to be a beautiful and cool brother, but they are actually a lot of sweet girls. In reality, they say "fuck your mother's wild brother." There are two more faces.

    So this vest cannot be removed temporarily.

    At least not until Song Yan is caught.

    Otherwise, if Song was disgusted and angry and transferred to another school, where would he find such a sweet and sweet boyfriend who liked him wholeheartedly?

    But he didn't expect Song Yan to like him so early.

    I think Song Yan wanted to understand him but couldn't find a place to start, so she put on such a vest.

    In a circle, the wool came out of the sheep.

    But that's fine.

    Xia Zhiye thought, the smile on his lips deepened.

    Then estimated that the time to recharge and turn on the phone after it was automatically turned off should be almost here, so I clicked to prepare again.

    [Pure and beautiful male high school students play online]: Sorry, the phone was out of power just now

      Is it alright to pay again?

    It looks like someone is about to run away.

    [Pure and beautiful male high school students play online]: Do you trust me so much?

    [People are rich and rich]: Of course ↖(^ω^)↗

    [The rich and beautiful woman]: The money has been transferred, I will go to do my homework first, goodbye brother

    After sending the last message, Song Yan went offline at the speed of light, threw away the phone, and lay flat on the bed, with an expression that could be put into the coffin directly.

    He decided.

    From now on, Xia Zhiye, a big idiot, will look for whichever good sister he likes.

    None of his business.

    Anyway, he can't put his name in it to help the poor.

    Let the last three hundred dollars end the fate that should not exist between [people, beautiful, rich, little rich women] and [pure and beautiful male high school students].

    ·

    Xia Zhiye didn't know that he had been sent away by the 300 yuan breakup fee.

    Only after a few days of invitations to the little rich woman to play games and being rejected for various reasons, I guess that someone is too embarrassed to face reality for the time being.

    Just looking at the line on the screen [I have a midterm exam recently, my mother doesn't allow me to play games, so my brother doesn't come to me recently]

    Xia Zhiye can imagine that someone in the lower bunk said "don't **** come to me" with gnashing teeth and red ears.

    So he chuckled and replied: [OK]

    The mid-term exam is coming soon, and there will be games and basketball games after the exam, so not only have to be busy with reviewing, but also prepare for basketball training. .

    Anyway, people are under him, and they can't run away, and there will be opportunities to call in the future.

    And Song Yan is indeed busy reviewing.

    He has basically completed the basic content of the second year of high school, and he can 100% guarantee that he will not lose points in the subjects of mathematics, physics and chemistry, except for the last two major questions.

    However, the teachers and students of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School are poor, and the difficulties and test questions that are used to improve the scores of top and middle-class students in each subject test will not focus on systematically.

    I asked the teacher twice, but they only talked about the topic, and there was no clear train of thought and summary.

    So Song Yan basically can only rely on herself.

      Think about the clutter.

    It's just that Song Yan likes to be quiet, and the classroom is noisy during the day, so she studies in the dormitory alone at night.

    In the daytime, listening to the teacher talk about the basic points that he no longer needs to listen to, he keeps getting sleepy.

    So Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen could only see the back of their head lying on the table every time they turned around, and couldn't help but scold bitterly: "Brother Yan, you can't do this, you are the 2nd in our grade. No. 1 seed, if you keep falling like this, our No. 3 middle school will be crushed by reality again!"

    The No. 2 seed didn't lift her head, she just smashed a notebook with her backhand.

      If you don't pass the exam this time, Liu Deqing has designated you to trouble you."

    Xia Zhiye scribbled the questions quickly, and then slowly asked back, "Do you think I can handle him?"

    Xiao Pang and Zhao Ruiwen thought about the daily life of Xia Zhiye being beaten every day, and then coaxing people after the beating: "..."

    It doesn't seem to be.

    "What about that?"

    Little Fatty is about to die.

    Xia Zhiye was sober and cruel: "Why do you, a mathematician with a score of 74, worry about what to do with a mathematician with a score of 148."

    “…”

    Murder without blood.

    Little Fatty: "I'm sorry to bother you."

    So Song Yan slept until after school in the afternoon under the watchful eyes of everyone.

    Xia Zhiye pushed the purchased dinner in front of him: "We will go to the basketball court after eating for a while, mainly to practice cooperation first."

    "Hmm."

    Song Yan deserves to be lethargic.

    Opening the lunch box, he saw pork liver and celery at a glance, frowned in disgust, and gave it all to Xia Zhiye.

    Xia Zhiye looked at the stack of hills in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You don't eat?"

    Song Yan just woke up, didn't think much about it, and said "um" coldly: "The taste is too strong, eating it makes me sick."

    “…”

    So Song Yan doesn't like eating pork liver?

    Then why did you order such a big pot of pork liver on the second night of living in the dormitory?

    Xia Zhiye just wanted to ask, when someone called out at the door: "Xia Zhiye, can I trouble you to come out first?"

    Song Yan asked, "Who?"

    Xia Zhiye: "I seem to have seen it, but I don't remember."

    "Oh, scumbag."

    "?"

    As soon as Song Yan saw what the girl was holding in her arms, she guessed what was going on, lowered her head indifferently and continued to eat her dinner.

    Xia Zhiye had to put down his chopsticks out of courtesy and self-cultivation, got up and walked to the girl: "What's the matter?"

    "That..." The girl seemed a little embarrassed, lowered her head, and said in a small voice, "I heard that your basketball team seems to have resumed training, and there will be games next month, so..."

    The girl held the shoe box in both hands and handed it to Xia Zhiye: "I hope you like it."

    The corners of her lips pursed tightly, her eyebrows lowered and trembling slightly.

    She is actually a very cute little girl.

    But Xia Zhiye just answered politely and politely: "Thank you for your kindness, but it's inappropriate."

    The girl hurriedly retorted in a low voice: "That's right, I specifically asked Zhou Ziqiu about your shoe size and preference, he said..."

    Then turned around, "I've already collected someone else's shoes."

    The tone is rarely serious.

    The implication is self-evident.

    The girl bit her lower lip lightly and asked tentatively, "Is it the one you put in the lost and found that day and couldn't find the owner?"

    Xia Zhiye nodded: "Yes."

    As soon as she finished speaking, the girl immediately showed a bright smile: "That would be great! So please pass this to Song Yan!"

    After he finished speaking, he put away the shoe box, took out another delicate light pink gift box from behind him like a conjuration, and stuffed it into Xia Zhiye's hand, and then before he refused, he said, "Ah, ah, ah" ran away.

    While running, I did not forget to announce the good news to my little sister: [Great! Xia Zhiye took the pair of shoes that someone gave him that day! He and Song Yan are not a pair! ! We iYAN girls still have a chance! ! ]

    The rest of Xia Zhiye stood at the door of the classroom holding a sudden gift box for a moment.

    So is he really just a tool man?

    From childhood to adulthood, Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu helped others pass gifts to him. This was the first time he helped pass gifts to others.

    It seems that their Song Daxi is indeed very popular.

    Xia Zhiye rubbed the posterior molars lightly, feeling as if he had to strike first.