Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Song Yan agreed too readily, so that Ruan Tian was stunned for a moment and then responded: "You agreed?"

    "Hmm."

    "Why did you agree suddenly?"

    Ruan Tian looked confused.

    Song Yan said coldly, "I saw a familiar friend."

    A familiar friend?

    Tian Ruan opened the brochure suspiciously, and when he saw "Shang Wei, the outstanding student representative of Beijing Huiying Foreign Language School" at the bottom of the photo on the first page, did he realize that Huiying foreign language was before Song Yan school in Beijing.

    This Shang Wei was directly invited by the organizer to participate in this final as the first place in the previous session, and other ordinary contestants had to go through the preliminaries.

    "Song Yan, not bad, your friend is very good."

    Ruan Tian didn't think too much about it, only when Song Yan wanted to catch up with his former friends, he happily took out a registration form and handed it back to Song Yan together with the brochure, "The brochure, you first Take it, go back and look at the competition process and precautions, then fill out the registration form and give it to me tomorrow."

     Halfway through, I suddenly remembered something, and turned around and asked, "Teacher, where is the nearest ATM machine near the school?"

    Ruan Tian hurriedly replied: "I will pass by the side whenever it is roasted."

    "Hmm."

    Song Yan thanked him again and quickly left the classroom.

    When she returned to the dormitory, Xia Zhiye hadn't come back.

    Song Yan threw her things on the table and went into the bathroom with clean clothes.

    Is it broken within a month of buying it?

    Song Yan lowered her head, pursed her lips, and tried one by one, but the washing machine would not spin up. After ten minutes of trying, Song Yan felt that HelloKitty's smile on the washing machine was extremely mocking.

    When I was trying to get a new washing machine, the door opened.

    Xia Zhiye carried a bag in his hand, entered the door, saw Song Yanzheng standing in the washing machine with a grumpy face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

    Song Yan threw out an impatient sentence: "The washing machine is broken."

    "?"

    Isn't it still good when I used it yesterday?

    Xia Zhiye put the bag in his hand on the table and walked over: "Let me take a look."

    Song Yan stepped aside: "If you look at it again, it's bad..."

    Crash—

    "of."

    Before Song Yan could finish her words, Xia Zhiye reached out and flipped the water valve gate lightly, and after a sound of water flowing, the washing machine turned up obediently.

    The spin was very vigorous, and Song Yan's face was painful.

    Xia Zhiye leaned on the washing machine and looked at Song Yan, Song Yan looked down at the washing machine in silence, and after three seconds, turned her head and left.

    Xia Zhiye grabbed her wrist with a smile and dragged her back: "Don't go, I'll tell you how to use this, otherwise the clothes will stink when I come back and wash them."

    Song Yan thought, now that I have money, I can do dry cleaning.

    However, he still reluctantly finished listening to Xia Zhiye's explanation.

    After Xia Zhiye finished speaking, he asked with a smile like a kindergartener: "Do our children Song Yan understand?"

    Song Yan sternly said, "I'm not a **** fool."

    "Then our little friend Song Yan is awesome."

    Xia Zhiye's tone was so exaggerated that it was almost yin and yang.

    Song Yan was so angry that she raised her leg and wanted to kick him.

    Xia Zhiye hurriedly smiled and held it back: "I'm complimenting you, and in order to praise our smart and lovely little Song Yan, I also prepared a cute little gift."

    Hearing the word gift, Song Yan instantly wanted to escape from the 613 dormitory as quickly as possible.

    I don't blame him for the gift of PTSD, the key is that the gift that Xia Zhiye gave was beyond ordinary people's aesthetics, and he didn't want to beat Xia Zhiye before Zhiye left.

    But the speed at which he escaped was far less than the speed at which Xia Zhiye caught him.

    Before he opened the door of the dormitory, Xia Zhiye reached out his hand and caught him back, and his other hand conjured up a small flower pot.

    Song Yan originally thought she would see something strangely pink, but she saw a green one, and frowned slightly: "What is this?"

    Xia Zhiye: "Iron tree."

    Song Yan: "? Do you think I'm blind or stupid?"

     Doesn't he know that this thing is an iron tree?

    He wanted to ask Xia Zhiye what was wrong with suddenly giving him an iron tree?

    Xia Zhiye held the little iron tree not much bigger than his palm in front of him: "You will know if you look closely."

    It's just a small T. syringae that has just been transplanted, and it comes with a nice black pot. There is nothing special about it.

    Song Yan looked indifferent and uninterested.

    Xia Zhiye brought the little bonsai a little closer: "Take a closer look."

    "What's good..."

    Wait…

    Song Yan seemed to see the words engraved on the basin, squinted, leaned in slightly, and took a closer look.

    Song…Xiaoxi? !

    Song Yan took a deep breath.

    Sure enough, as long as it is a gift from Xia Zhiye, it will inevitably dance in his minefield.

    After exhaling, a fist greeted him.

    Xia Zhiye hugged Song Xiaoxi and ducked quickly: "The iron tree is evergreen and easy to feed, I'm asking for a good omen for you."

    Song Yan was suspicious: "Really?"

    Xia Zhiye's face did not change: "Really."

    “…”

    Just barely.

    Song Yan retracted her fists, sat down on the chair with a cold face, wiped her hair, "I can't raise it."

    "Don't worry, I'll be responsible for raising Song Xiaoxi I brought back. It's just that I'm not here for a while, so I'll take care of it temporarily." Xia Zhiye said and put Song Xiaoxi on Song Daxi's table, "You Look, how green, how healthy, how environmentally friendly, how cute, how full of vitality... Huh? You promised Ruan Tian?"

    When Xia Zhiye was placing potted plants, he came across the registration form and brochure on the table, picked it up and flipped it over: "Really plan to go?"

    "Well, I'm sorry to reject Ruan Tian."

    Song Yan made a perfunctory sentence.

    Xia Zhiye knew that Song Yan was soft-hearted and Ruan Tian had a hard time, and it was normal for Song Yan to agree, so he didn't think too much, just continued to flip through the brochure: "The speech contest will be held on the 28th of next month. No?"

    "Hmm."

    "That's a shame."

    "What's wrong?"

    Song Yan raised her head.

    Xia Zhiye leaned on the table, put his hands on the edge of the table, looked down at him and said lazily: "The closing ceremony of our winter camp is also on December 20th, I can't come back to witness the charming demeanor of our disgusting brother already."

    Not coming back is fine.

    Anyway, she probably won't be very charming at that time.

    After all, he agreed to participate in this speech contest in order to get back the things that Shang Wei owed him.

    He didn't want Xia Zhiye to know about his unpleasant experiences in the past, and he didn't want Xia Zhiye to stand for him.

    Some things must be completely solved by himself before he can really overcome that hurdle.

    Song Yan thinks of these things, her expression is not good.

    Song Yan's ears burned again in an instant, she moved her chair and stepped back: "Get away from me!"

    Then I heard Xia Zhiye whisper: "I agree with the 21-day cold treatment plan you said, so when I come back, can you give me an answer?"

    Song Yan tried to play dead.

    Xia Zhiye was reluctant, with a sloppy smile, and said lazily: "Song Yan, you are teasing me at the same time, but you are not agreeing to me, this is a test of my character. and legal awareness, you know?"

    Song Yan didn't understand and raised her head.

    Xia Zhiye looked down at him: "Have you heard the story of the extrajudicial madman Zhang San?"

    “…”

    Grass.

    Song Yan kicked Xia Zhiye away: "What do you keep in your head all day long?"

    Xia Zhiye did not hesitate: "You."

    Song Yan: "…"

    Why is this person so rude and showy?

    What do you see in him? !

    Bah.

    Who saw him.

    Song Yan became angry, lay on the bed, pulled the quilt, turned around, turned her back to Xia Zhiye, felt Xia Zhiye trying to pull his quilt, and said coldly: "I advise you to cherish If you live, go take a shower now."

    Xia Zhiye stopped: "Don't you cherish the last time you spent with me?"

    "Go away."

    “Won’t you drop me off tomorrow?”

    "No."

    "Don't tell me to pay more attention to safety in Beijing, study hard, and don't make trouble?"

    "None of my business."

    Song Yan maintained his cool brother image with indifference.

    However, as soon as the sound of water came from the bathroom, she quickly jumped out of bed, opened her schoolbag, took out a stack of thick envelopes, stuffed it into the bottom of Xia Zhiye's schoolbag, and then lay back on the bed Pretend that nothing happened.

    Competition students’ training camps and out-of-province competitions have always been money-burning parts, even if a school will reimburse some of the expenses, but in the end, there will always be times when you need money when you are alone .

    He directly transfers money to Xia Zhiye, Xia Zhiye will definitely not accept it, but he doesn't want such an excellent Xia Zhiye to worry about money when he competes with others.

    Beijing food is unpalatable, the price is high, and the weather is still cold, what if Xia Zhiye is hungry and freezes.

    On the day that Xia Zhiye left, he reluctantly wore a hat and mask to send Xia Zhiye all the way to the security checkpoint, and after confirming that the stack of money left with Xia Zhiye safely, he was alone Take a taxi from the airport back to the dormitory.

    It was only when he realized that Nanwu's airport was so far away from Sanzhongyuan.

    When he walked from the end of the corridor to the 613 dormitory by himself, he was ready to meet the cold and dark room.

    However, as soon as the door was opened, the bright light poured down, Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked at the fat man who was carrying his bedding to the upper bunk, and frowned slightly: "You what?"

    "Brother Yan, are you back?" Little Fatty climbed on the top bunk and tucked the last quilt, "Master Xia said you can't sleep alone at night, so let me come over to accompany you."

    “…”

    "I will wake you up every morning, and I will accompany you to eat lunch and dinner."

    “…”

     "Also, the manual for the washing machine is under HelloKitty, the key to Jijiu Lane is in the drawer of Master Xia, and Master Xia also gave me your taboo list."

    “…”

    "So don't worry, when Xia Zhiye comes back, I promise you will have all your tails."

    “…”

    Song Yan stood on the spot, suddenly not knowing what emotions she was in.

    After a short silence, he nodded: "Well, as you like."

    Speak and walk into the bathroom.

    Shower, go to bed, turn off the lights.

    It's business as usual.

    Song Yan felt that he didn't really rely on Xia Zhiye that much. Even if Xia Zhiye was away, he would have to live on his own.

    So I closed my eyes and fell asleep after taking a sleeping pill.

    Waking up in the middle of the night thirsty, but extremely sleepy, unwilling to open her eyes and get out of bed, according to her usual inertia and instinct, she cried out in a daze: "Xia Zhiye."

    Rare and no one should.

    Song Yan's bad temper came up again, she increased the volume and shouted impatiently: "Xia Zhiye!"

    The upper bunk was suddenly shocked: "What's wrong?!"

    Then the stairs shook violently: "Brother Yan, what's wrong?"

    Why is this person so moving today?

    Song turned around irritably: "I'm thirsty."

    "Then drink water, what is it called?"

    "?"

    Has Xia Zhiye changed his voice at the age of sixteen or seventeen?

    And how dare Xia Zhiye talk to himself like this?

    Song Yan's bad temper finally accumulated to the top, opened his eyes, just about to scold someone, and then saw the person in front of him holding a mobile phone with the light on, and the light shining on the round face Extremely pale.

    Xia Zhiye couldn't grow like this even if he was run over by a wheel eight hundred times.

    So at that moment, the soul of the Beijing primary school student Taekwondo regional champion who had been lurking in Song Yan's body for many years awakened, and a straight punch was thrown out with an incomparable standard and swiftness.

      Feeling the soft belly received a fatal blow, and then fell heavily to the ground.

    He lay on the ground and hugged himself aggrieved.

    What did he pay for the love of others, who can understand.

    The author has something to say:  Little Fat: Today's me deserves a title

    Relax, little fat meat shield, it's okay, Brother Yan will sincerely offer his apology, and the friendship can be maintained.

    Shang Wei appeared in chapter 20, and the speech contest appeared in chapter 40, mainly to fill in the pits and foreshadowings, and will not open a new story line!