Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

Chapter 6: hard mouth

Song Yan: "Excuse me, why is it fluorescent powder."

Xia Zhiye: "Because it's different."

Song Yan: "…"

It's quite different.

The phosphor powder that brightens the eyes of the titanium alloy dog can be thrown at the largest intersection in the city center during the evening rush hour, and the uncle of the police will find it violates the traffic rules and then stick three tickets.

Song Yan felt that it was impossible for him to sit on this thing if he was killed.

Xia Zhiye patted the back seat: "Come on, your exclusive throne."

, it is estimated that someone else has already climbed up in five confusions.

But Song Yan just spit out five words indifferently: "Fuck you."

Turn around, and once again plan to hop away.

Xia Zhiye took his wrist and said, "Don't be like this, I've filled in my entire net worth to buy this bike, and you still dislike it."

The tone of voice is lazy, and the end of the voice is unconsciously curled up with the usual anger of southerners, which sounds a bit coquettish and complaining.

Song Yan never thought that one day he would be dragged by the wrist and act like a spoiled brat by a 1.87m tall social man.

I didn't expect him to seem a little persuaded.

After all, with Xia Zhiye's two long legs of one meter and two intact, the few steps from the dormitory to the school, you can just walk there, and now I buy a bicycle for no reason , for what can be imagined.

Recalling that Xia Zhiye couldn't even get 30 yuan in the classroom just now, it is estimated that this bicycle has indeed spent all his savings, and it seems that he is picking and choosing again. A little clueless.

So…

When I turned around, I bumped into Xia Zhiye's extremely wise peach eyes.

Song Yan: "…"

So what the **** did he do?

She shook off Xia Zhiye's hand expressionlessly, took out a huge mask, covered most of her face tightly, sat in the back seat, and said in a cold tone, "Hurry up."

Xia Zhiye looked at the pair of beautiful phoenix eyes that were left with the words "seeing death as home", and couldn't help but lowered his head and smiled.

It turns out that this little lame eats soft and not hard.

And also hard-hearted.

For example, in the classroom, it was obvious that he saw his predicament before throwing his wallet over to rescue, but he had to put on a stinky face of borrowing millet and returning chaff, and I don’t know who Aojiao would show to .

But speaking of wallets…

What Xia Zhiye thought, he stepped on the bicycle, kicked the wheel, and slowly threw a sentence: "When was the photo on your ID card taken? It looks cute."

“…”

A frozen silence.

"Fuck you! Xia Zhiye! You are **** sick!"

Just a second before Song Yan was about to jump out of the car in anger, Xia Zhiye stepped on it hard, and blingbling's pink bicycle quickly swept down the long ramp in front of the school. It brought a series of girls' screams and Song Yan's rare out-of-control scolding.

Feeling that someone behind him grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly for a moment, the corner of Xia Zhiye's mouth raised a wanton smile.

That's right, it's good to scold people loudly, it seems to be more popular.

Back in the dormitory, Song Yan did not give Xia Zhiye a good face: "How much did you pay for the bicycle? I'll pay you back."

"I bought the car myself, what do you still have? And I don't have much money." Xia Zhiye changed his clothes and casually dropped a sentence, sounding like he really didn't care much.

But Song Yan felt that it was because boys of this age had too much self-esteem, so she was embarrassed to speak.

So I endured it and didn't say any more.

Some things are too obvious to puncture and hurt, so you can only take your time.

Xia Zhiye didn't know what was going on in Song Yan's mind, but he just thought his tough-mouthed and soft-hearted arrogance was quite cute. After taking a cup of hot water for him and placing it on the table, I went out to the dormitory of class thirteen.

When entering the door, Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu were talking and laughing around the phone.

When I heard the door open, I found it was Xia Zhiye, and immediately greeted: "You came just in time, we just ate your new roommate and Liu Yue's melon, exciting, put Liu Yue like this, Excited."

"That's right, now the posts are all mocking Liu Yue, which shows that this person has many problems with his character."

"Deserving it, who made him drag him like a 2580000, no one looks down on him, and he plays dirty."

"And every time I see him show off his wealth in front of Master Xia, I want to laugh. It's also that Master Xia keeps a low profile, otherwise the family will be scared to death..."

"Okay, stop beeping." Xia Zhiye lazily interrupted Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu's bullshit, "Whoever lends me three hundred first."

Hearing this, Shang Huai raised his head: "Are you stuck at home again?"

Xia Zhiye: "Yes."

Shang Huai clicked his tongue: "Your grandfather is really interesting, I have never seen anyone who likes frozen credit cards so much. But you too, usually spend less money, and you won't be so tight at the end of the month. ."

Shang Huai: "...Master Xia, come. You can take the three hundred yuan."

"But why don't you ask your roommate to borrow it." Zhou Ziqiu, who was lying on the bed and brushing his phone, glanced over, "The second generation of rich people of that level is no better than me and Shang Huai. The proletariat has more money?"

Xia Zhiye: "People have been eating and drinking with me since junior high school like you?"

Zhou Ziqiu: "...you're right."

Xia Zhiye didn't care: "I guess I have a cold."

Yesterday morning, it rained during the fight, and at night when I went to the hospital with Song Yan, it was rained again, and when I was riding a bicycle today, I shielded Song Yan from the wind in front of him. Go, you might catch a cold.

"Then remember to go to the infirmary to get some medicine."

"Let's talk."

Seeing that Xia Zhiye was going to sleep and carry it over, Zhou Ziqiu added: "It doesn't matter if you want to carry it yourself, but your roommate and tablemate looks like a spoiled young master. , the frail, don't infect others."

Xia Zhiye paused for a while after hearing the words, then nodded: "You are right, infecting you is doing the right thing for heaven, but it is really not very good to infect people."

Then she turned and left.

Shang Huai: “…”

Zhou Ziqiu: “…”

"Xia Zhiye, you are an old beast."

Song Yan was ordering takeout when Xia Zhiye returned to the dormitory.

Song Yan lowered her head, fiddling with her phone, and asked casually, "I can't collect enough for the price alone, what do you want to eat?"

Xia Zhiye put the changed clothes on the back of the chair and put on a long sleeve: "Don't order me, I have something to go out."

Song Yan wanted to ask if it was getting dark and had to go out now, but she felt that she and Xia Zhiye weren't familiar enough yet, so she just said "um", no Ask more.

But he put down his phone and decided to order takeout later. After all, he was not sure if Xia Zhiye had enough money for dinner.

Thinking of this, I remembered what Ruan Tian said about the entrance examination scholarship yesterday, I clasped my hands on the table, pressed my knuckles twice, picked up my phone again, opened WeChat, clicked Opened Shen Jiayan's avatar.

[YAN]: When you were a freshman in high school, are the basic knowledge points and classic error-prone questions that the gold-medal tutor gave you still there?

[Humanly Sweet Little Milkberry]: I can't find the paper version, but the electronic version should still be there, what's wrong?

[YAN]: Send me a copy.

[YAN]: Don't worry, it's useful anyway. Email me directly.

[Sweet little milkberry]: Okay.

Song Yan received the email, got up and hopped on one foot to the print shop downstairs in the dormitory.

Shen Jiayan is also a real rich second-generation, that is, the bottom of the grade every year, after the class is divided, every monthly test is hovering near the second line.

The Shen family's parents were anxious, so they spent huge sums of money to hire the best supplementary teacher in Beijing, and made a set of materials for him, so as to consolidate the basic knowledge of each subject.

In the end, at the end of the last semester, I squeezed into the rear of the first line.

This information was praised by Shen Jiayan as a life-saving book.

Song Yan felt that in terms of Xia Zhiye's bad style, his foundation should be worse than Shen Jiayan's, and the improvement effect would be more obvious if he made up.

As long as you can read this information into 50% or 60%, in the environment of the third middle school, it is not hopeless to get the scholarship of the progress award.

It's not that Song Yanduo is helpful, but since Xia Zhiye doesn't want him to give money for the bicycle, this is the only way to repay the favor.

After all, in Song Yan's concept, the most important thing for people to get along with is not to owe each other.

Xia Zhiye just wanted to go to the infirmary to get some medicine, but when he took a thermometer, the temperature was 38.9, and the school doctor was so frightened that he drove him directly to the hospital.

As soon as I pushed the door, I was greeted by the smell of warm food.

Song Yan was standing at the table unpacking the takeout. Hearing the movement, he glanced at him casually, and then lowered his eyes carelessly: "It's over for dinner. If you haven't eaten, let's eat together."

Xia Zhiye actually has no appetite, but knowing Song Yan's temperament, as long as he refuses, there will be no next time: "Okay, I happen to be hungry too."

Then took out three hundred dollars, counted thirty and handed it to Song Yan: "You helped Zhang Mianmian in the afternoon, I'll pay you back for him first."

I couldn’t even get thirty in the afternoon, so where did I get three hundred now?

Song Yan just became suspicious when she caught sight of a red dot on the arm where Xia Zhiye handed the money: "What is this?"

"What what?"

Xia Zhiye followed Song Yan's line of sight and found that he was looking at the pinhole in his arm that was left after the blood was drawn in the hospital just now.

A little bit of green, red, green and red on the snow-white and snow-white arm, it looks really dazzling.

But Xia Zhiye didn't want Song Yan to know that he had a fever because he took him to the hospital yesterday and got caught in the rain, so he replied casually, "I guess I got stuck somewhere."

What nonsense to coax children.

Song Yan raised her eyes impatiently, and landed on Xia Zhiye's lips again.

He remembered that Xia Zhiye's lips were very beautiful, with a natural bright red, very attractive, but now it seems to be a lot lighter, as if the blood is missing.

The more Song Yan thought about it, the more wrong she felt.

I want to ask, but I feel like I'm nosy.

Don't ask, I'm a little nervous.

Between hesitation, someone outside the door shouted: "Master Xia, if something happens, come out!"

Xia Zhiye put the money on the table: "Shang Huai called me, I'll go there first, eat first if you're hungry."

After speaking, she turned and went out.

When I turned around, I made too much movement and accidentally bumped into the chair.

Something fell out of the trousers pocket that Xia Zhiye put on the back of the chair after changing it, and he didn't notice it.

Song Yan bent down to pick it up, ready to put it back, but her fingertips suddenly stopped with the inadvertent glance.

He was holding a crumpled leaflet in his hand. A few handwritings scribbled with a ballpoint pen were faintly visible on the surface of the paper ball. "Character.

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It was.

Song Yan frowned unconsciously.