Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Maybe he was too unfilial to Song Minghai, so he was sent to Nanwu to accept Xia Zhiye's sanctions.

    After watching Xia Zhiye take out the key and skillfully open the door of 616, and take out a student ID card with the name "Xia Zhiye" from the drawer, the air around Song Yan can be directly Regards liquefied nitrogen.

    Xia Zhiye threw his pillow and quilt on the upper bunk, and then carried Song Yan's unpacked quilt to the lower bunk: "Your legs and feet are inconvenient, so stay down for the time being. "

    Song Yan stood motionless at the door.

    Xia Zhiye tilted her head: "What? Don't you want to be under me?"

    Song Yan: "…"

    What kind of **** is this guy talking about all day long.

    "I'm not used to sleeping in other people's beds."

    "Oh, then jump up on one foot and show me one."

    “…”

    Fuck you.

    Xia Zhiye laughed: "Okay, don't dislike it. I just changed the sheets and bedding today, new and clean."

    Speaking of which, if you keep fighting, you will appear hypocritical.

    But Song Yan has always been a nanny since she was a child. Even if she used to live on campus occasionally, it was her aunt who came to pick up and change clothes and bed sheets and quilts. Now that she came here suddenly, such a living environment is not as good. In front of him, he was crippled, and he was wrong everywhere.

    In any case, the quilt core refused to submissively get into the quilt cover.

    Song Yan lost her patience and threw it irritably.

    Xia Zhiye leaned against the head of the bed and watched for a long time, and couldn't help but lower his head and smiled.

    Walk over, unfold the quilt, fiddle with it a few times, and then pick it up and shake it, everything becomes ironed.

    Put it on the bed, and said lazily: "If you encounter something you won't know in the future, remember to ask someone for help, the mouth is for use."

    The mouth is long enough to eat.

    Song Yan limped into the bathroom with a wooden face, leaning against the wall.

    Each room in the dormitory of No. 3 Middle School has its own bathroom, which avoids Song Yan's most embarrassing and annoying things.

    However, when the changed clothes were habitually intended to be thrown into the dirty laundry basket but fell empty, the anxious mood came up again - there is no aunt to collect clothes regularly, always You can't do it yourself.

    Song Yan is annoying.

      Go dry cleaning.

    Then I didn't bother to dry my hair, I just lay on the bed and charged my phone.

    As soon as the phone was turned on, Shen Jiayan's WeChat and missed calls flooded in frantically, and Song Yan remembered the stubbornness of calling Shen Jiayan to the false police before.

     Moving her fingertips, she replied: [Nothing]

    On the other end of the phone.

      Did not report.

    [YAN]: Okay, a little self-aware.

    [Sweet little milkberry]: But did you see that Xia Zhiye this afternoon? What's up with that idiot? The legendary two-meter-tall abs, eight-pack, smoking, burning his head, chest, black dragon, and more than forty girlfriends are true or false?

    Before the word "fake" was sent out, the bathroom door opened with a "squeak".

    Song Yan looked up and saw Xia Zhiye wrapped in water vapor, wiped her hair and walked out.

    I just took a shower, wearing only loose grey pajama pants, naked upper body, skin showing healthy white under the light, wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs also show the superior figure Incisively and vividly, there are even vague mermaid lines and neat eight-pack abs.

     Wiping her hair, she noticed Song Yan was looking at him, and raised her eyebrows: "Why, I am amazed by your perfect body at the same table?"

    Song Yan: "…"

    Stun your dad.

    Then turned back to Shen Jiayan with a blank face: [Really, especially the stupid one]

    ·

    Although Xia Zhiye is a bit stupid, he has a good temper. He just chuckled and didn't bother with Song Yan.

    And she slept well, neither snoring, grinding her teeth nor tossing and turning, making almost no noise.

    The night when the heat has not subsided, is dull and slow, like a suffocating tide.

    Song Yan could not sleep after counting thousands of sheep.

    Finally sat up from the bed, hopped on one foot and moved to the suitcase, rummaging for the medicine.

    I searched for a long time but couldn't find the familiar bottle of sleep aid. It seems that I forgot to bring it when I was packing.

    This medicine is imported from abroad, and he, a minor, cannot buy it outside.

    Thinking of this, Song Yan became more and more anxious.

    After he came to Nanwu, he never met a person who liked his heart, and a thing that he liked.

    Desperately closing the box and preparing to turn back, she happened to see Xia Zhiye climb down from the upper bunk.

    This person was obviously already sound asleep. When he woke up, he went straight to the bathroom without opening his eyes. He didn't see Song Yan on the way, so he saved the trouble of explaining.

    Song Yan went straight back to the bed, covered the quilt, and continued counting sheep.

    "?"

    Song Yan turned her head to look, just in time to meet Xia Zhiye's face that was magnified by 365 degrees and had no blind spots.

    “…”

    Breathing at a steady rate, with a serene face, like a handsome dead pig.

    Song Yan ruthlessly ripped off his arm, then slapped his face twice: "Wake up, I'm in the wrong bed."

    Summer twigs do not move.

    Song Yan kicked again impatiently: "Wake up!"

    Xia Zhiye remained motionless.

      "

    Song Yan: "…"

    Who is your mother.

    Just throw this person down from the sixth floor.

    The fluffy head rubs lightly against the skin between the neck, looking like a harmless and sticky big dog.

    Song Yan, who had been bored for a day, suddenly felt an extremely peaceful feeling of powerlessness at that moment.

    Silence for three seconds: "…"

    Forget it, caring for animals is everyone's responsibility.

    So resignedly, she turned her back to Xia Zhiye and went back to the bed.

    The man behind him put his arm around his waist.

      It numbs the irritability and troubles that belong to the day.

    ·

    The next morning, they were awakened by a frantic knock on the door.

    Song Yan got up with a heavy breath, frowned, pulled the quilt over her head, and continued to sleep.

    Xia Zhiye got up and opened the door, and said impatiently to the two outside the door, "It's a reminder."

    "How to talk, Shang Huai and I are not afraid that you will oversleep, be late and be scolded by Liu Deqing again."

     "That's right, Zhou Ziqiu and I have good intentions, and definitely not to ask you to borrow comics early in the morning."

    Xia Zhiye had been fooling around with these two people since junior high school. She knew too much about their virtues that she was too lazy to turn her eyes, so she stepped aside and said, "Go find it yourself, take it and get out."

    "Yes, thank you, Master Xia!"

    The two broke through the door and went straight to the target, but stopped in front of Xia Zhiye's bed-because they saw a leg exposed under Xia Zhiye's quilt.

    A thin, white and straight leg.

    The legs are straight and slender, the ankle bones are delicate and stiff, and the skin is lined by the dark gray sheets to give a fragility and cold whiteness.

    Zhou Ziqiu couldn't help but feel heartbroken: "Xia Zhiye, how can you do this!"

    Shang Huai was furious: "Yes! How can you bring the girl back to the dormitory!"

    "Do you know that even some literary websites do not allow minors to have sex!"

    "You're still doing something like this in real life!"

    "You are irresponsible to each other!"

    "It's still a ruthless trampling on pure love!"

    The two were impassioned and strict, as if they wished to immerse Xia Zhiye in a pig cage on the spot.

    Then the quilt was lifted, revealing a beautiful and delicate but stinky face that was going to be silenced on the spot: "Who the **** is a girl."

    Shang Huai: “…”

    Zhou Ziqiu: “…”

    Although it is true that the face of ordinary men can't look like this, it should be a man.

    They turned their heads to look at Xia Zhiye in unison, their faces full of shock: "Old Xia, how the **** are you so good at this?!"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    Song Yan: "…"

    There are idiots every year, especially this year.

    Xia Zhiye gave them one by one according to their heads: "What yellow waste is in my head every day, this is Song Yan, a new transfer from our class, who shares my dormitory with me, and has a broken foot. Now, I'll give him my bed."

    Shang Huai happened to glance at Song Yan's other leg in plaster cast, he was relieved, and patted his chest: "That's good, that's good, it scared me to death. I still think if You are really good, and I have to question whether our friendship for so many years is pure or not."

    "Go away, even if I'm crooked, I don't see you like this." Xia Zhiye kicked out the door one by one, "Remember to bring me breakfast, two servings."

    ·

    Although the distance between the dormitory building and the teaching building is only a few hundred meters, but according to Song Yan's injury and the geographical situation of Nanwu City, it is basically enough to fly over the Luding Bridge. .

    In addition, the location of the dormitory is too secluded, and it is not easy to take a taxi. When the two finally arrived at the school gate, they were already 20 minutes late.

    Liu Deqing stood at the gate of the school, saw Xia Zhiye from a distance, and immediately began to shout: "Why is it you again! I was late on the first day of school, do you still take me, the dean, in your eyes? Do you still take school rules and discipline into your eyes? Review! You must write a review! Write a thousand... eh, classmate Song Yan? Why are you here too?"

     "My foot is injured, Xia Zhiye helps me."

    "Oh, that's it, that's all right. As for classmates, they should help each other, help each other, unite and love each other, Xia Zhiye, yes, the teacher praised you verbally, go to class quickly."

    "Okay, thank you Director Liu."

    Xia Zhiye limped to the classroom, supporting Song Yan.

    Song Yan asked, "What are you laughing at?"

    Xia Zhiye: "Nothing, I just think Director Liu deserves to have studied Sichuan Opera."

    "?"

    "It's great to change your face."

    “…”

    It's good.

    But it is probably because Qin Qing managed well.

    But unfortunately, not everyone is as good at change as Liu Deqing.

    The first class in the morning was math class. The math teacher was called Luo Wei, a grumpy old man over fifty years old. Seeing that get out of class was about to be dismissed, these two talents came late, and suddenly became angry. Come in one place.

    It doesn't matter what is injured or not, he hangs his throat, slams the triangular board, and scolds the two for five minutes before ending with the sentence "one person, one five-hundred-character review". Put them back in their seats.

    As soon as I got to the seat, before my **** was hot, I was yelled again: "Xia Zhiye! Your summer homework!"

    "Report to teacher, done."

    "Hand in when you're done!"

    "I lost it when I was done."

    “…”

    Luo Wei felt that his thirty years of experience in the industry had been insulted, and pointed to the door: "You two, stand outside for me! Add five hundred words to the review! Before writing Don't come back!"

    Song Yan, who was lying on the gun innocently: "?"

    He decided to save him: "Teacher, I only have one leg."

    "Stand on one leg!"

    "?"

    “Have you ever learned about Jinji independence?”

    “…”

    Also.

    The two who had just entered the classroom supported each other and walked out.

    The scene was quite sad for a while.

    Song Yan felt that Xia Zhiye didn’t do homework, it’s okay, after all, bad teenagers don’t do homework, but can they be a little more reliable when they make up nonsense, so as not to make old people Gas like this.

    He took out the pen and notebook from his bag with a blank expression, and put them on the window sill in the corridor, ready to start writing, when Xia Zhiye poked him.

     "If you have a fart, let it go." Song Yan didn't raise his head.

    Xia Zhiye: "Borrow a pen and paper."

    "What about yours?"

    "Lost it."

    Song Yan raised her head and found that Xia Zhiye's shoulders were indeed empty: "Where's your schoolbag?"

    "It's probably the dumping stand."

    Song Yan just remembered that last night Xia Zhiye took his schoolbag in order to take him to the hospital, not Xia Zhiye's own.

    So it's true that I lost my homework.

    And if it wasn't for her foot injury, Xia Zhiye wouldn't be late this morning.

    Song Yan turned her head back with a cold expression: "I'll write your share for you."

    "Don't." Xia Zhiye took out a pen from his pen bag without seeing anything, and pulled out a piece of paper, "The handwriting is different, and Lao Luo saw it when he looked back. I have to write another one, so I’ll do it myself. And…”

    Xia Zhiye's rare seriousness.

    Song Yan tilted her head: "And what?"

    "In addition to writing a review, I think second in the whole three middle schools and no one dares to think first. If you write for me, you will definitely not be able to write my style, and it will damage my majesty in the literary world. "

    “…”

    Song Yan swore that if he believed that Xia Zhiye would be serious again, he would be a fool.

    ·

    The two were not interested in math class either. They stood in the corridor and didn't finish writing the five hundred words until the class was over.

    I was holding a pen and turning around, admiring the scenery of Nanwu No.

    Looking back, he was a thin boy with small eyes and big eyes.

    Song Yan felt that it looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

    Xia Zhiye glanced at the boy, put down the pen and paper, and said lazily, "Let's go and talk over there."

    Song Yan has always adhered to the eight-character policy of "It's none of your business, it's my business" and has never been interested in other people's affairs. The conversation inevitably entered his ears.

    The boy seemed to be called Zhang Mianmian, his voice was very low: "Brother Ye, my mother told me that last night that group of people went to make trouble again, thanks to you."

    Xia Zhiye didn't care much: "Small things."

    "Oh, and also, your schoolbag left at our noodle stall, and everything was wet. My mother said that it will be dried today and sent to school for you."

    "Well, thank you Auntie."

    "If there is nothing else, I will go back and read first."

    "Wait a minute, take the eighty dollars first."

    "No, Brother Ye, I can't lend you any more money."

     "If you want to take it, you can take it, and you can pay me back at the beginning of next month, otherwise Liu Yue will ask you to trouble you if he doesn't charge for work."

    “….”

     "Okay, don't be a mother-in-law, I'll go back and write a review."

    "Thank you, Brother Ye."

    It turned out that Xia Zhiye had to take himself to that noodle stall for dinner yesterday.

    It's no wonder that this boy looks familiar. Now that he thinks about it, he looks like the owner of the noodle stall almost carved out of a mold.

    Thinking of the scene where Xia Zhiye was blocked at the door of the house by gangsters asking for debts yesterday morning, and the old man and the young orphan in the slap-sized yard, Song Yan suddenly felt that this person seemed to be Not so stupid.

    Although the family environment is a little more complicated, the behavior of the youth is a little bit bad, and the brain circuits are a little bit neurotic, but at least the basics are very positive.

    Even Song Yan felt that if Ruan Tian had to let them help each other to learn, it would not be impossible.

    After all, knowledge changes destiny.

    Xia Zhiye may be able to save him.

    Thinking about it, she turned her head and planned to ask Xia Zhiye what was going on behind her.

    As soon as she turned her head, she saw the review letter in front of Xia Zhiye, which read:

      His thorn. So as the most handsome, dashing, upright and kind-hearted classmate in Nanwu No. 3 Middle School, Xia Zhiye decided to act bravely and be a hero to save the beauty..."

    Song Yiping, who accidentally lost her thorn and was saved by the hero: "..."

    He felt that he might have been possessed by Grandma Qiongyao thirty seconds ago before he felt that Xia Zhiye could be saved.

    After all, knowledge can change destiny, but it cannot create medical miracles.