Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Song Yan's own review was not much better.

    "To sum up, Xia Zhiye from our school is out of the kind nature of helping others, unity and fraternity, so he has no intention of being late and accidentally lost his math homework, and will make up all of it tomorrow.

    My class, Mr. Luo Wei, doesn't listen to the reason, doesn't believe in the students, disregards his injury, and punishes him in public. .

    So give suggestions and feedback, hope Mr. Luo Wei can correct his mistakes and encourage him to move forward.

    Feed back to Song Yan, and the review is over. "

    After listening to this review, the classroom was silent.

    The old man over fifty years old trembled with anger, pointed at Song Yan, trembling for a long time, but did not utter a single word.

    Xia Zhiye was still considerate, and said to him: "Luo Lao, don't worry, let's talk slowly, it's not bad to apologize at this time."

    Lao Luo was almost pushed by him.

    In the end, the class representative and the monitor forced me back to the office, which prevented a tragedy.

    The rest of the classroom was full of commotion.

    "The new classmates are awesome!"

    "I'm going to print this review and recite it over and over again."

    "I hate brother, this is a hero of beauty rescue, right?"

    Song Yan felt that there was something wrong with the brain circuits of this group of people.

    Xia Zhiye never thought that his extremely beautiful and delicate review would be reliable and normal under the background of Song Yan, it seems that his status as a leader in the review of literature will soon be lost .

    The chair is tilted back, and she tilts her head to look at Song Yan, her eyebrows slightly curved: "Why, our brother Yan is distressed for me?"

    The voice was loose and hoarse, with a smile, and it sounded a bit like a scumbag flirting.

    Song Yan indifferently immersed herself in the paperwork: "I think too much, it's just justice."

    "Look in the mirror and see what kind of beauty you are."

    "Am I not counted?"

    Xia Zhiye really didn't know where to take out a mirror, put it in front of him, stroked a handful of hair back, revealing a full and smooth forehead and three-dimensional delicate facial features, and looked left and right.

    "I think I'm pretty good, look at this little face, look at those big eyes, look at this high nose bridge, you say if I go to a rich woman, my monthly salary will be at least..."

    pop—

    A thick hard-shell notebook smashed hard in front of Xia Zhiye, violently interrupting his speech.

    "What is this?"

    Xia Zhiye dropped the mirror, picked up the notebook, and flipped through it.

    Song Yan looked indifferent: "The key knowledge summary book left by the last Beijing college entrance examination champion."

    “What for me?”

    "Memorize the first forty pages within a month."

    “Why do you carry it?”

    "Because knowledge changes fate."

    "Change what fate?"

    “Change your fate of going to sea and selling yourself as a duck.”

    "...Look, you said you don't feel bad for me."

    “…”

    pop—

    Song Yan finally couldn't hold back and slapped Xia Zhiye on the head.

    ·

    In middle school, in addition to the answers to the exam papers and the notebooks of the masters, rumors must have spread the fastest.

      The glorious deeds of the school bully who angered the teacher half to death.

    Zhou Ziqiu gave a thumbs up: "As expected of Mr. Xia's victim, this path is really in the same line, and the review is written with danger."

    Xia Zhiye didn't even look at him: "If Song Yan hears this, you may not live tomorrow."

    He took out the lunch box and handed it to the cafeteria aunt: "Large portion of sweet and sour pork, large portion of winter melon spareribs, large portion of pork trotters, and large portion of chicken legs."

    Shang Huai couldn't help but say, "Master Xia, are you feeding Song Yan or pigs."

    Xia Zhiye: "Have you ever seen such a thin pig?"

    Shang Huai: "That's not true."

    "That's okay, it's called making up for what you eat." Xia Zhiye took back the lunch box, "Okay, eat your food, I have to go out for lunch break, and you can go to the next shift if you have nothing to do. See if Song Yan has any inconvenience and help."

    "Okay, no problem, but you won't eat with us?" Shang Huai asked.

    Xia Zhiye: "What to eat with you, Song Yan is still waiting for me in the classroom."

    After saying that, she took the lunch box and left without looking back.

    Shang Huai left blankly and turned to look at Zhou Ziqiu: "Old Zhou, why do I feel like I'm about to fall out of favor."

    Zhou Ziqiu patted his head lovingly: "Don't worry, business man, you've been thinking too much, you haven't been favored at all, so don't try to argue with Song Meiren."

    "But he's only known the boss for a day!"

     "Who makes a good-looking person and a rude person?"

    “…”

    “Look at you again, what else will you do besides playing games to give people away?”

    "You're right, I really can't compare to that little goblin."

    Shang Huai stuffed a big mouthful of rice resentfully.

    Little Fairy Song, who was far away in the classroom waiting to be fed, knew nothing about it and sneezed innocently.

    Xia Zhiye accompanies Song Yan to lunch, and then leaves the school by himself.

    "Boss, choose a bicycle, which is convenient for taking people."

    The business of the bicycle shop is not very prosperous these days. A customer suddenly came at noon, and the boss didn't even bother to eat.

    Xia Zhiye felt that it would be a bit troublesome to explain if he said that a big man came to buy a bicycle just to carry another big man.

    I didn't answer, just said: "Choose a more stable one, the back seat is more comfortable, and the price is not a problem."

    "Okay, no problem, I'll take care of this." The boss said and entered the shop, and soon launched a brand new bicycle, "What do you think of this?"

    Xia Zhiye glanced at the old-fashioned dark body frame: "It's too ordinary."

    The boss launched another gray one: "What about this one?"

    "Still too ordinary."

    The boss didn't understand how a bicycle could be unusual.

    Xia Zhiye glanced around the store and pointed to the corner: "How do you sell this car?"

    "Oh, little handsome guy, you have such a good eye, now little girls like this the most. The original price is 1200, you have to buy it sincerely, even if it is 980, I will refit you a car mat for free, and sit How about being safe, soft and comfortable?"

    "Okay." Xia Zhiye thought for a while, and emphasized, "You need a cushion of the same color."

    "Okay! No problem! Just scan the QR code at the door."

    Xia Zhiye opened Alipay.

    Swipe, swipe, turn the page.

    Payment failed.

    Seems to have guessed something, lowered her head to open the mobile banking, and saw the word "lost reported", no surprise.

    He knew that Luo Wei was not so easy to deal with.

    Liu Deqing sued the old man nine times out of ten.

    As expected, as soon as I exited the app, the old man called, and Xia Zhiye picked it up helplessly: "Hello, grandpa."

     "Don't, my problem with this matter has nothing to do with Song Yan."

    "I said, I don't go abroad, it's useless for you to let me go back."

    "If you want to report the loss of the card, you can report the loss. Anyway, it is not once or twice."

    "That's it, hang up, pay attention to your body."

    Hang up the phone, the boss has refitted the cushion, Xia Zhiye took out a stack of cash from the pocket of the school uniform, counted it, no more or no less, exactly ten pink ones, and handed them to the boss : "Cash, okay?"

    "Okay, here I'm looking for you at twenty. Let's see how the cushions look."

    "Very good, thank you boss."

    Xia Zhiye lifted his long legs and stepped on the bicycle.

    There happened to be a doll handing out flyers: "Sir, do you want to know about the wealth management business?"

    It's not easy to wear such a heavy doll suit on such a sultry day, Xia Zhiye thought, and took it without looking, just stuffed it into his trousers pocket and rode his bicycle back to school.

    ·

    Song Yan has always been a person who doesn't mind his own business. He didn't care what Xia Zhiye did during his lunch break.

    After school in the afternoon, I took out my mobile phone to get a taxi, but I heard a lot of noise in the classroom.

    At a glance, a group of boys in basketball jerseys were coming back from outside the classroom. The man in the lead was extraordinarily tall, and the tendons on their arms seemed to be angry.

    The person next to him also said "Brother Yue", and he seemed to be a stupid leader of some kind of stupid middle school student organization similar to "Six Middle School Seven Wolves".

    The little brother next to the leader boasted: "Brother Yue, these new shoes are good, the joint name of AJ and DIOR"

    The person called Brother Yue raised his foot shyly: "Okay, there are hip-hop styles in China, and my mother just brought them back from abroad."

    "Fuck, that's a lot of money."

    "Nonsense, four or five thousand, don't touch it, you will pay if you touch it?"

    Hearing this, Xia Zhiye, who was held down by Song Yan on the seat and was not allowed to leave until he finished writing the whole set of papers, suddenly laughed.

    Liu Yue looked over with laughter and frowned dissatisfiedly: "Xia Zhiye, what are you laughing at?"

    "No laughing." Xia Zhiye continued to calculate the force of the magnetic field, "I just think it's a bit fake."

    This sentence seems to touch a certain nerve point of Liu Yue, and immediately asked loudly: "You made it clear, what is false?"

    Liu Yue scolded bad luck in his heart, turned around, just happened to bump into the son of the proprietress of the stall, and took advantage of the situation to get angry: "Zhang Mianmian, why don't you pay?"

    Shaking face to face: "I, I paid..."

    "You paid the class fee today, but didn't pay the fee for printing materials at the end of last semester. It's been a summer vacation, and you can't make up thirty dollars?"

    "I, I forgot, tomorrow..."

      What to study?"

    pop—

    The pen buckles on the table.

    Xia Zhiye lay back and leaned back on the back of the chair: "What's the noise, I'll help him...

    Yes.

     Halfway through speaking, I remembered that my entire net worth was only twenty, and my voice was stunned. I was thinking about how to solve it, and a wallet was thrown on the table in front of me.

    The owner of the wallet said coldly with that pretty little stinky face: "Can you **** stop putting things with me."

    "Okay, pay attention next time." Xia Zhiye smiled and understood, took Song Yan's wallet very naturally, took out thirty yuan, and pushed it in front of Liu Yue, "Come on, Put it away, don't drop it."

    Liu Yue couldn't find an excuse to get angry again, he could only grab the money and leave.

    When he turned around and passed by Zhang Mianmian, he sneered coldly: "Okay, don't be aggrieved, I'm talking for your own good, you are poor and bad grades. Yes, what's the point of going to school?"

    Where does the inexplicable sense of superiority come from.

    Xia Zhiye turned his fingertips and pinched the pen holder on the table, and was about to speak when Song Yan, who was next to him, said coldly: "I take the liberty to ask, how much did you pay for these shoes on your feet? ?"

    Liu Yue looked back: "Forty-eight, what's wrong?"

    "Nothing." Song Yan showed no emotion, "I just wanted to remind you that Lingtang may have been deceived."

    "?"

    "The imitation goods on your feet are at most three hundred in the Taobao store."

    “…”

    The classroom was silent for a while.

    Liu Yue slammed the basketball in his hand on the ground: "Song Yan, what the **** do you mean? You can eat rice indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, understand?"

    The younger brothers beside him also began to echo.

     "Yes, why do you say that Brother Yue's shoes are fake?"

    "Our brother Yue is in international trade, and will he buy fake shoes?"

    "That's right, it's like you've seen it before."

    Master Song doesn't like to talk nonsense with fools, so he took out his mobile phone, tapped it a few times, and threw it in front of them.

    There is nothing else on the screen, just the order page of the regular sneaker trading platform.

    Order: Song Yan

    Payment amount: 49899

    Payment time: January 17, 2020 8:00

    People bought the real thing as early as half a year ago, and if there is an order and evidence, it must not be fake.

    And look at the physical map, and then look at the shoes on Liu Yue's feet, I always feel that although it looks exactly the same, it just feels that something is wrong, but I really want to say what's wrong and they say no come out.

    until Song Yan made a stern statement: "The side jacquard material."

    Everyone suddenly realized: "So it is..."

    It's your mother's way, you can see it's a fart.

    Liu Yue's face was extremely ugly.

    Song Yan took back her mobile phone and said indifferently, "If Lingtang bought it through formal channels, if you buy a fake, you can protect your rights with a small receipt. If you are not familiar with the process, I can help you."

    And it cost more than 1,000 yuan to buy it, how could this person see through it at a glance?

    Liu Yue gritted his teeth, should not be, should not be not.

    Being embarrassed, Song Yan added lightly: "But these shoes are not easy to match with clothes, and I have not worn them. If you like them, I will give them to you. Anyway, it is not a rare thing. ."

    Pretentious words.

    But Song Yan sat there coldly and said this with no expression on her face, it seemed natural.

    It also seems that Liu Yue's baby's shoes before are more and more funny.

    Those people who usually dislike Liu Yue have begun to cover their mouths and whisper, and occasionally sneer.

    Liu Yue has always loved face the most. Whenever he loses such a person, he doesn't take care of himself. He can't go back if he wants to scold people.

    You can only grind your teeth and sneer: "No, you're right, it's not a rare thing anyway, if you are cheated of tens of thousands of dollars, you will be cheated. It's no big deal."

    After he finished speaking, he kicked the basketball beside his feet hard, slammed the door and left, and a few younger brothers quickly followed, leaving the classroom in an uproar and whispers.

    Xia Zhiye has always stood up for others, and it is rare for someone to stand up for him. It feels very good, he turned to his side, supported his head, and smiled: "Song Daxi, you really feel very distressed. me."

    Song Daxi was too lazy to pay attention to him: "I just can't stand the barking of dogs."

    "Oh, so it is." Xia Zhiye nodded, "Then why did you lend me your wallet?"

    “…”

    Song Yan picked up her schoolbag, stood up, and walked straight past Xia Zhiye, seemingly not planning to answer this question, and planning to jump back to the dormitory by one foot.

    The ambition is good, but the reality is cruel.

    I almost stumbled and fell before I jumped two steps.

    Xia Zhiye hurriedly put his arms around his waist and grabbed the lame man back: "I'm just joking, why are you so arrogant."

    Song Yan had a cold face and tried to break his hand.

    Xia Zhiye was afraid that he would fall, so he could only tighten his hands, and by the way smiled and coaxed: "Xingxingxing, you don't feel bad for me, I feel bad for you, and I prepared a surprise for you."

    Song Yan raised her eyes.

    Xia Zhiye blinked lightly: "Big surprise."

    So three minutes later, the bike shed.

    Song Yan looked at the bike that won blingbling phosphor: "…"

    Fuck your big surprise.

    Trust Xia Zhiye again, he is a purebred idiot.