Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Song Yan did not answer directly this time.

    But after thinking about it for a long time, she shook her head solemnly: "Not good."

    Xia Zhi's ambition sank: "Why?"

    "Because I want to be the top student in the college entrance examination."

    "?"

    "Dating in love will affect the speed of my writing."

    “…”

    Xia Zhiye thought about 10,000 reasons why Song Yan might reject him, such as not accepting that boys like boys, such as inappropriate, such as he has someone he likes, but he never imagined that he would be lost to learning.

    Xia Zhiye doesn't like to study, or he won't be able to take the first grade, but he doesn't seem to have a great obsession with learning, unlike Song Yan, who doesn't seem to get the college entrance examination The champion vowed not to give up.

    He was a little curious, and whispered: "So why do we hate to get the top spot in the college entrance examination?"

    "Because there's a million. A million I can never have to go home again, I don't like it there."

    Song Yan buried her head in her arms, her voice muffled, it sounded like she had suffered a lot of grievances.

    Xia Zhiye sighed, he had never seen someone who was more coquettish than Song Yan, and every time he acted coquettishly, it was like deliberately kicking the softest part of a person's heart, which was especially painful , reached out and rubbed his head: "In fact, we can learn together."

    "Don't."

    The other party showed no appreciation and refused very decisively.

    Xia Zhiye raised her eyebrows: "Why?"

    "Because I don't date people with lower math scores than me."

    “…”

    Xia Zhiye vaguely felt that this sentence sounded familiar, but when he remembered that it was from the story Shang Huai told about his own persuasion at the farewell banquet to Shang Huai that day, he was both angry and funny.

    In the last exam, he was indeed one point lower than Song Yan in mathematics, but he didn't expect that the words he used to persuade others to learn would one day fall on him.

    He even suspected that Song Yan was not drunk, but deliberately pretended to be drunk to anger him.

    But when anger returns, people still have to coax: "Is it possible that I can chase you as long as my math test score is higher than yours?"

    After a while, no one answered.

    Xia Zhiye called tentatively, "Song Daxi?"

    No one answered.

    "Song Yan?"

    No one responded.

    Xia Zhiye raised Song Yan's head buried in his arms with a bad premonition, and he saw a small face sleeping very sweetly.

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    He once again reasonably suspected that Song Yan was sent by God to deliberately anger him.

    But what can I do? I can't beat him, and I can't scold him. I can only gently help him take off his shoes, socks and coat, then pick him up and put him on the bed.

    The moment she put it on the bed and wanted to let go and clean up the room, Song Yan hooked his neck and pulled the strap down, then rubbed it twice in dissatisfaction, and muttered: "Sleep together. "

    However, Song Yan seemed dissatisfied with this, and kept sticking to him, with her head buried in his neck and gently rubbing: "Sleeping together, I don't like one People sleep, they can't sleep."

    The warm breath sprayed on the neck, Xia Zhiye wanted to whisper swear words, but he endured: "No."

    "Why?"

     Someone who was rubbing around stopped and seemed to be particularly dissatisfied.

    Xia Zhiye glanced at the mobile phone on the table and replied very seriously: "I am a very traditional man, if you want to sleep with me, you must be responsible to me.

    “…”

    Song Yan obviously did not respond to such a huge amount of information processing.

    Xia Zhiye put it another way: "For example, I agree to chase you."

    The brief silence seems to be weighing which is more cost-effective.

    Then Song Yan hooked Xia Zhiye's neck tightly, grabbed Xia Zhiye's waist with her legs, and hugged Xia Zhiye tightly in a way of sleeping with a baby in her arms: " Then you will sleep with me from now on."

    At that moment, Xia Zhiye felt his hardened body and softened heart, and let out a deep breath.

    Anyway, the evidence is in hand, and no one should think about reneging on the debt.

    Otherwise he would cry, make trouble and hang himself.

    ·

    Song Yan had a dream.

    A not-so-good dream.

    In the dream, he was clinging to a person in the dark, as if he was longing for the taste and temperature of his body, and he was also longing for the only sense of security left in the dark.

    So she refused to let go no matter what, and hugged him tightly, like a goblin, pestering monks to do some things they shouldn't do, although ashamed, but indulged in it until she felt The body was getting hotter and hotter, and it was so stuffy that I couldn't breathe, and then I suddenly woke up.

    When I woke up, I found that my hands were tightly around Xia Zhiye's waist, and my legs were tightly wrapped around Xia Zhiye's legs. Each has a big pig's trotter from Xia Zhiye.

    There seems to be something similar to the posture in the dream just now, Song Yan immediately rubbed up like a conditioned reflex, and then kicked Xia Zhiye away: "Get up!"

    Xia Zhiye was kicked awake, first stunned, and then seeing Song Yan's expression, she knew that someone had broken again last night, no surprise, she just half propped herself up, smiling instead of laughing He looked at Song Yan in a sly manner.

    Song Yan also followed his line of sight and looked down.

    “…”

    Fuck.

    He kicked Xia Zhiye hard again, and then fled to the bathroom in a hurry.

    He didn't feel that a high school boy needs to be ashamed of some normal physiological reactions in the morning, but he just reacted to the previous dream, which made him feel a little unacceptable.

    Although he couldn't see the face of the man in the dream, he seemed to vaguely know who it was, the familiar smell and body temperature, which he had only found in one person.

    But a man dreams of having **** with another man, is this possible?

    Not possible.

    So it must not be Xia Zhiye, but reality affects the dream.

    Song Yan thought so, took a bath for half an hour, until the hot water in the water heater was all gone, and then reluctantly walked out of the bathroom.

    Xia Zhiye also got up, took out the bottle of milk and just wanted to speak, when Song gave him a disgusted stare: "Shut up!"

    Xia Zhiye was in a better mood than ever today, so she shut up obediently, put the milk and bread in front of Song Yan with a smile, and went into the bathroom by herself.

    Someone is thin-skinned, and it is best to see through something and not say it.

    Anyway, looking at someone's reaction, I'm afraid it's not very straight.

    Song Yan, who was far behind Xia Zhiye because of his drunkenness, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and rubbed his hair hard.

    Fuck, what happened last night, why do you feel like there is something strange in the atmosphere.

    But he couldn't remember how to think about it, so he could only throw the towel in annoyance, took out his mobile phone and saw that it was almost noon, and there were still several missed calls and WeChat messages. It's all from Shen Jiayan.

    Click on WeChat.

    [Sweet little milk berry in the world]: Little tired! Are you awake? good news good news! The watch I put on Xianyu for you is finally sold!

    The watch was a birthday gift he received last year. In fact, he liked it, but now the only thing that can be directly realized is this.

    It is a pity to sell 50,000 yuan, but it is not a limited edition. If you can afford the original price, it is not worse than the discount of 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. I was worried about whether it was genuine or not, so I hung it up for a few days, and many people asked, but there were few who sincerely wanted to buy it.

    I originally thought that it would be fine to just spend 20,000 to 30,000 or several thousand yuan, but I didn't expect that when I woke up, the blind cat met a dead mouse.

    Song Yanfei quickly replied: [Well, thanks]

      Your dad is so cruel

    Song Yan avoided the last line and replied directly: [You send me the mid-term papers, I'll see what went wrong]

    Shen Jiayan on the opposite side immediately thanked Dade for calling Dad, and sent over a dozen scanned images.

    Xia Zhiye also came out of the bathroom after washing up, Song Yan didn't dare to look at him, just looked at the phone, and pretended to say naturally, "borrow the computer."

    "What's wrong?"

    "Help Shen Jiayan look at his mid-term papers, the mobile phone is not convenient for others to comment."

    "Well, okay, I'll watch it with you."

    Song Yan raised her head and frowned slightly: "What are you looking at?"

    Xia Zhiye lazily picked up the box of milk that had been stolen from the straw yesterday, cut open the package, and said slowly: "Look at the questions from the best private high school in Beijing, so that I can check for leaks. Fill up the vacancy, lest the math score will never be improved."

    "?"

    Feeling Song Yan's suspicious gaze, Xia Zhiye raised the milk carton in his hand: "No way, I don't deserve to fall in love with someone until I surpass him in mathematics. So for the sake of study and love, cheers."

    Song Yan: "…"

     Neuropathy.

    ·

    Whether Song Yan thinks Xia Zhiye is neurotic or not, Xia Zhiye's reviewing attitude in the next few days is indeed much more serious than before.

    Seriously enough that the chubby called Xia Zhiye not intending to leave food for their scumbags.

    And the days are getting colder day by day. While the people in other dormitories are struggling to wash thicker and thicker clothes, the pink washing machine in 616 is conscientiously guarding Song Yan freedom of changing clothes.

    So much so that Song Yan subtly thought that pink seemed to be really pretty.

      .

    Little chubby slumped on the seat, like a corpse: "Perverted, really perverted, how can there be such a perverted school outside the real world, the questions are not made by people at all."

    Zhao Ruiwen paralyzed beside him like another corpse: "It's over, it's over, if I don't have the information of God Like, I may not be able to solve a big problem."

    Little Fatty: "Oh, lol, I don't have time to make a big deal."

    Zhao Ruiwen: "Oh, laugh to death, I don't even know whether the last big question in mathematics is sequence or solid geometry."

    "So Master Xia, how did you do in the test?"

    Xiao Pang and Zhao Ruiwen tried to find some comfort.

    Xia Zhiye lowered his head and played with his mobile phone: "It's okay, the worst is 700."

    Little Fatty, Zhao Ruiwen: "…"

    Don't give up, look at Song Yan again: "Brother Yan, how about you?"

    Song Yan packed her schoolbag and replied casually, "Around 710."

    “…”

    Xiao Pang and Zhao Ruiwen don't know why they want to humiliate themselves.

    Shut up and choose death.

    People are different after all.

    They are human beings, and the latter two are perverted people, which are class enemies in sociology.

    When Ruan Tian walked into the classroom, he saw such a group of zombie cubs, sighed, and looked at the only two normal people left in the back row of the classroom: "Song Yan, Xia Zhiye, come out a bit."

    The two named walked out of the classroom slowly.

    Ruan Tian looked at the two big boys about 1.8 meters in front of him, and tried to raise his chest to make himself not so petite: "I called you out, mainly to tell you, There is an English speech contest next month."

    Song Yan was straightforward: "Not interested."

    Tian Ruan: “…”

    If you are not interested, be interested.

     Ruan Tian pretended not to hear: "This English speech contest is to recommend two people from each key high school, and then give a keynote speech with the schools in Beijing who come to communicate. The organizers are several If a college wins an award, it will be helpful for you to enroll independently in the future.”

    Song Yan still looked uninterested.

    Tian Ruan continued to persuade: "The reason for choosing the two of you is also based on comprehensive factors such as English performance, oral pronunciation, temperament and image, and then decided by the teachers of the grade group. So don't disappoint the teacher's expectations."

    Song Yan is very indifferent to fame and fortune: "I'm really not interested."

    “…”

    Ruan Tian looked at Xia Zhiye.

    Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows indifferently: "I can do it."

    "Okay, that's you."

    Ruan Tian catches one and counts it as one, not giving up, patted Song Yan on the shoulder, "Young man, take advantage of the opportunity, hand in the registration form next week, you still have a weekend time to think about it.”

    After finishing speaking, Song Yan did not give Song Yan a chance to refuse: "Okay, I heard Liu Yue say that this basketball game is the home court's turn, and you are going to familiarize yourself with the venue this afternoon, so hurry up Go, be safe on the road."

    After she finished speaking, she put on her small high-heeled shoes and ran away diudiudiu, for fear that Song Yan would come straight to reject it for three consecutive times.

    Song Yan who refused to take a beat: "…"

    Forget it, it's the same if you refuse next week.

    Xia Zhiye hooked Song Yan's shoulder and laughed: "Don't worry, Ruan Tian won't give up until you sign up, you should die."

    Song Yan threw off his arm uncomfortably: "Don't **** with your feet."

    Xia Zhiye let out a "tsk", man, he turned his face faster than a book, and he didn't know who was wrapping his waist a few days ago.

    ·

    The basketball game of Shiwai and No. 3 Middle School has almost become a must-have item for the second year of senior high school after the mid-term joint entrance examination every year, and the home court is also rotated year by year.

    It's the turn of the world this year.

    The entire basketball team, together with the cheerleader Kong Xiaoxiao and the vice-captain Xiaopang, rushed to the gate of Shiwai school, scaring the security team captain to almost call 110.

    "Don't, Uncle Security, we're really not here to fight in groups, or we're just the old rules, check the venue in advance, no one told you in advance?"

    The security guard shook his head suspiciously: "We haven't received the news. Either you contact the teacher outside the office, or ask the student union to issue a certificate, otherwise I won't be able to let you in."

    "But where did we know Shiwai's teachers and the student union?" Xiaopang was speechless and looked at Liu Yue, "Didn't you say that you'd have a good deal with the basketball team?"

    "Yes, but they haven't replied to my WeChat today." Liu Yue made another voice call, but no one answered, and turned his head to look at Xia Zhiye, "You are not in junior high school. In fact, how many people should you know?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a cold voice behind him: "Xia Zhiye, what are you doing here."

    When everyone looked back, they saw a tall, white-skinned, handsome man in a school uniform and shirt that was as straight as an obsessive-compulsive disorder walking towards them slowly.

    "Fuck, there's still such beauty."

    Kong Xiaoxiao couldn't help but exclaim.

    Little Fatty Friendly Reminder: "Sister Xiao, pay attention to your saliva."

    "Ok, thanks."

    Kong Xiaoxiao quickly wiped the corner of her mouth.

    Fortunately, Dashuai was colder than Gao, and he didn't pay attention to them.

    Xia Zhiye seemed to have a good impression of this person, and replied lazily, "Let's take a look at the venue."

    "Well, I'll take you in."

    The commander was brief and concise, and took out the student council president's work card.

    The captain of the security was obviously very familiar with this person, so he didn't ask any further questions. After organizing them to register, he opened the school gate.

      walk.

    "Tsk, it's very cold, who is this?"

    Kong Xiaoxiao asked Xia Zhiye curiously.

    Xia Zhiye replied casually: "Qin Zigui, the senior of the last term, but don't think about it, others have targets."

    "Ow..."

    Kong Xiaoxiao cried out in disappointment.

    When she turned around, she raised her eyebrows, "Who is this girl? Is she looking for you? Master Xia?"

    Song Yan was originally indifferent throughout the whole process, with a face that had nothing to do with herself, but when she heard this, she suddenly raised her eyes for no reason.

    And then I saw a girl with long hair fluttering under the ginkgo tree in autumn, standing in the colorful fallen leaves, looking at Xia Zhiye from a distance, her eyes seemed to be affectionate. She, as if hesitating.

    If you add idol drama-style slow play and BGM, it will be an affectionate drama where the hero and heroine reunite after a long absence.

    Without waiting for Xia Zhiye to answer, Xiaopang patted his thigh: "Damn it! I know this girl! I have seen the photo, it's that, that, who, oops, I can't remember the name. , anyway, it's the one who had an affair with Xia Ye in junior high school!"

    Song Yan: "…"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    Song Yan gave the girl a cold look, then Xia Zhiye a cold look, turned her head and left.

    Xia Zhiye raised his leg and kicked Xiao Chuan: "What nonsense are you talking about all day long."

    Little Fat is inexplicable: "Damn, what did I do wrong?!"

    Zhou Ziqiu put on the headphones expressionlessly: "You reflect on whether you have provoked other people's family relations."

    Little Fatty thought about it.

    He didn't.

    Not really.

    "What do I have to provoke these two big men!" Little Fatty was aggrieved to death.

    Xia Zhiye didn't bother to pay any attention to him, and quickly followed in the direction Song Yan left.

    Song Yan only reacted when she heard this, yes, what did he and Xia Zhiye have to provoke? Why is he suddenly unhappy?

    Thinking about it, her footsteps suddenly stopped when turning around the corner of the teaching building.

    Crossing the teaching building is a very narrow alley. The gap between the school wall and the teaching building is full of green bamboos. Between the bamboo shadows, he saw Qin Zigui just now. The president of the student union seems to be blocking someone in the corner, and his voice is unpleasant: "I'm gone for a day, and you secretly go out and fight with others?"

    Remembering that Xia Zhiye said that Qin Zigui had a partner, Song Yan felt that he should not listen to the corner of other couples, and turned to leave.

    However, the wind just happened to blow, bending a row of thin bamboos, revealing the neat short hair and sharp and beautiful eyebrows of the other party in the bamboo forest.

    Song Yanwei raised her eyebrows, is it a boy?

    Spotted on his face, and he was probably injured, because Qin Zigui was pressing his shoulder with one hand and pulling his collar with the other, as if checking the wound.

    Away from a distance, Song Yan couldn't see it very clearly, but she always felt that this kind of wanton inspection of each other's body and the atmosphere between the two seemed a bit strange.

    But two big men, what's so strange.

    Song Yan felt that he was thinking too much, but just a second before he turned to leave, he saw the injured boy raised his face, quickly touched Qin Zigui's chin, and then lowered his head , The tone is awkward and guilty: "Okay, kiss you, don't be angry."

    What Qin Zigui did when he leaned over at that moment, he didn't have time to see clearly.

    Because the next second he was dragged by his wrist and pulled aside, his back lightly pressed against the wall, and a familiar voice came from above his head: "Don't peek at the love and affection of the young couple."

    Little couple.

    Song Yan raised her eyes: "They..."

    "Hmm."

    Xia Zhiye should be calm and lazy.

    It's like something out of the ordinary.

    Song Yan's knuckles curled up on his side unconsciously, he was wondering why it was the beginning of winter, but it was as hot as dog days.