Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    When Xia Zhiye returned to the dormitory, there was a box full of fried pork liver on the table, steaming hot.

    He looked down at the black, red, black and red pig liver, and then looked up at Song Yan, who was cold and white.

    I always feel that these two things should not appear at the same time.

    After all, Song Yan looks like a fairy, so it’s fine if she doesn’t fast.

    And was this thing on the table before?

    Why can't he remember.

    Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan.

    Song Yan sat on the seat and wrote the paper, plugged her headphones, and didn't lift her head: "Remember to clear the table after eating."

    The eldest young master doesn't talk much, so it's quite easy to evoke people.

    Xia Zhiye lowered his head and smiled, pulled out the chair and sat down.

    He doesn't really like to eat pork liver, but fortunately, he is rough and not picky eaters.

    After eating slowly, listening to Song Yan's words, she packed up the packing box, but found that there were many thick stacks of A4 paper on the table.

    The printing is neat, the binding is exquisite, and there are three big characters on the cover - Xia Zhiye.

    The writing is sharp and the structure is clear.

    He looks exactly as beautiful as Song Yan.

    Xia Zhiye tapped twice with his fingertips: "What is this."

    Song Yan still didn't look up: "Basic knowledge points and classic error-prone questions."

    Xia Zhiye didn't understand: "What are you doing for me?"

    Song Yan: "Don't rush to read the notes I gave you before, I'll talk about it after reading it."

    Xia Zhiye: "?"

    Feeling Xia Zhiye's gaze that still didn't seem to understand, Song Yan finally raised her head, raised her eyelids, and said impatiently, "Didn't Ruan Tian say one group?"

    I said it, but...

    "Or?"

    “…”

    After a short pause, Xia Zhiye seemed to understand something, then lowered his head and smiled: "Okay, I understand, I will take a good look, please rest assured."

    This person has something wrong with his brain, Song Yan didn't bother to answer, and lowered his eyelashes indifferently, and continued to write the paper.

    The information he gave to Xia Zhiye, but if Xia Zhiye can read 50% to 60% in the past few days, it is definitely not a problem to make a lot of progress in the exam.

    Thinking of this, Song Yan took off her earphones, raised her head again, and looked at Xia Zhiye who was about to go out to throw garbage: "Have you seen "Favorite"?"

    Xia Zhiye turned around with the garbage: "I've seen it. What's wrong?"

    "Do you remember how they got AIDS?"

    "Selling blood. What's wrong?"

    "No problem, just remember."

    "?"

    Song Yan put on his earphones after speaking, and continued to do the question, don't call him Cool Doo when the sky is falling

    The rest of Xia Zhiye stood at the door of the dormitory carrying the takeaway garbage, looking at the perfect profile of this new roommate, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.

    Are pretty cool guys expressing concern in such a special way now?

    I don't know the way the pretty cool guy expresses his concern. Anyway, the way he goes to school is quite special.

    Xia Zhiye took the cold medicine and slept deeply at night.

    When I woke up in the morning, a light porcelain blue appeared on the lower eyelid, lining the cold white complexion, and the disgusting temperament in my bones became more and more obvious.

    Put a large black mask on her face, and sit on the pink bicycle with a death-like look, and the third middle school bully who is carrying him, from the dormitory to the school gate. Road, the more conspicuous it is, the more conspicuous it is.

    Xia Zhiye didn't slow down when he passed the speed bump, the bicycle slammed, Song Yan moved forward and hugged Xia Zhiye's waist, and the girls around took a breath of air. , and then began to cover his mouth and whisper, with a weird smile.

    "Is there something wrong with everyone in your school?"

    With this weird smile, Song Yan helped Xia Zhiye all the way back to her seat, she couldn't hold back and asked a question.

    Xia Zhiye didn’t know what was going on with those girls either, and simply and narcissistically understood that it was the onlooker effect caused by the superposition of his and Song Yan’s looks too shocking: “No way , he's too handsome."

    I handed over a copy of the breakfast that Shang Huai helped bring, and corrected by the way: "Also, please note, it's 'our' school, not 'your' school, trouble this little classmate to be a little collective A sense of honor and belonging is okay.”

    "That's right, geezer, you've already been selected for the preliminary round of our third middle school male **** selection contest. Can you be a little bit more conscious of our school's grassroots?"

    The little chubby at the front table turned around at some point, holding a mobile phone in one hand, soy milk in the other, and chewing buns in his mouth, speaking vaguely.

    Song Yan felt that such a thing as a school bully in a male **** school in Tieba was just a boring product of the middle-aged boys and girls who were so much poisoned by idols that they had nothing to do.

    No interest to answer, bowed his head and sent a WeChat to Qin Qing.

    [YAN]: I didn't bring the medicine, it should be on the second floor of the bedside table on the right.

    [Aunt Qin]: Well, I will send it to you after my business trip

    [Aunt Qin]: But what are you doing these two days? Can you fall asleep?

    [YAN]: OK.

    [Aunt Qin]: That's good, Nanwu is about to cool down, keep warm.

    A very caring sentence, Song Yan did not reply, he is not very good at maintaining this warm atmosphere, so he usually chooses to stop abruptly.

    Put down the phone and looked up, and saw Xia Zhiye with a bag of soy milk in his mouth and the chubby man at the front desk discussing on the phone: "Who shot this? The technique is good."

    Little Fatty: "Yes, I think it's a good shot. You and Brother Yan are really on camera."

    Xia Zhiye looked at the photo and bit the straw lightly: "He wears such a big mask and you can see that he is on camera?"

    "Aiya, temperament, temperament is not a problem. If you don't believe me, show it to Brother Yan, are you photogenic?" Xiao Pang said and pushed the phone to Song Yan.

    Song Yan inevitably saw the photo on the screen.

    It should have been taken by someone after school yesterday evening.

      Unique slender and powerful body contour.

    The one sitting in the back seat was thin and thin, raised his head slightly, as if resentful, and the one who was slightly taller in front of him had slightly curved eyebrows and a wanton smile.

    Everything was just right, it looked like a movie poster for a teen movie.

    Song Yan only glanced at it, and then gave an order coldly: "Delete."

    Xiao Chuan looked embarrassed: "But this is an art festival entry submitted by the Photography Association on Tieba."

      ."

    Little Fatty gave an aggrieved "Oh".

    After "Oh", I found that Xia Zhiye clicked to save the picture on his mobile phone, and after saving it, he used his WeChat to send it to his account.

     Chubby raised her eyebrows.

    Xia Zhiye raised his eyes: "Why, I don't deserve to have a photo of myself?"

    Little Fatty: "Master Xia, do you know what the photographer of this photo named it?"

    "Huh?"

    “Elope.”

    “…”

    "Is there something wrong with them?" Before Xia Zhiye could respond, Song Yan had already raised his head, his expression basically saying goodbye to the word kindness.

    Xiao Pang hurriedly explained: "Oh, the group of people in the Photography Association are like this, they like to take some strange names. And our school is strict with puppy love, they want to shoot this kind of thing. I don’t dare to shoot a man and a woman, so I can only catch you guys and make do with it. After all, you two big men, Liu Deqing definitely can’t say anything.”

    Xia Zhiye nodded: "So what does the name of the photo of the two big men matter?"

    Little Fat: "…"

    It doesn't seem to matter.

    Xia Zhiye: "Then I will save the proof of unity and friendship between me and my new roommate, what's the problem?"

    Little Fat: "…"

    There seems to be no problem.

    "That's it."

    Xia Zhiye's face was taken for granted.

    Song Yan was too lazy to talk to him, she just wanted to save it, as long as she didn't let herself see it again.

    I grabbed the breakfast bag and prepared something to eat.

    As soon as I opened the bag, I saw the meat buns that were hot and oily. I frowned involuntarily, and then I rolled up the plastic bag, put it back in place, and took out the English words. Started back up.

    It looks like she would rather starve to death than eat this stuff.

    Xia Zhiye watched and smiled silently.

    Where is the little nitpicking.

    Song Yan just wanted to ask where it came from.

    Xia Zhiye sat on the chair lazily, and replied casually, "The two little girls in class 13."

    "No fun."

    Xiao Chuan turned around in disappointment.

    It seems that she is very familiar with the little girl in Xia Zhiye's mouth.

    It is estimated that Xia Zhiye usually attracts bees and butterflies, and everyone is not surprised.

    And one provocation also provoked two at the same time, as expected of a sea king scumbag who has more than forty girlfriends in the post bar.

    Song Yan felt that she was unlucky to consume the food obtained in this way, and pushed the milk and bread back blankly: "Thank you, no need."

    Xia Zhiye asked: "Aren't you hungry?"

     "No matter how hungry you are, you won't eat this." Song Yan wrote the note without raising her head, "After all, I'm afraid of indigestion."

    There was a hint of disdain and sarcasm in her tone.

    Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the 2 yuan and 8 boxes of milk and the 5 yuan and 3 buns on the table.

    Why is this young master so precious?

    Don't eat this, don't eat that?

    And Song Yan just wrote two big characters on the notebook: scumbag.

    The scumbag didn't know anything about it, he only thought about what to bring to this young master at noon.

    After the bell rang for the last get out of class in the morning, two "little girls" from class 13 appeared at the door of class punctually, waiting for Xia Zhiye to go to the cafeteria together.

    Xia Zhiye left the classroom but fiddled with his mobile phone and slowly swayed towards the school gate: "Let's go out to eat today."

    Shang Huai suspected that he had heard the wrong thing: "You have no money, are you still going out to eat?"

    "The food in the cafeteria is too oily and tastes bad."

    Xia Zhiye was playing with his mobile phone without raising his head.

    Shang Huai: "?"

    The money for the canteen meal card is paid together with the tuition and miscellaneous fees each time the school starts, which is basically enough to feed one semester.

    So Xia Zhiye's grandfather was very decisive every time he cut off his source of income, because he knew that he would not starve to death.

    Xia Zhiye doesn't have any temperament as a young master. Usually, he invites them to eat out if he has money, and hangs out with them in the cafeteria if he has no money.

    Why are you suddenly picky today?

    Probably feeling the doubts of Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu, Xia Zhiye casually added: "Yesterday's lunch Song Yan didn't move much."

    "Ow, that's it." Shang Huai suddenly realized.

    "But Lao Xia, you and Song Yan have only known each other for a few days, are you so concerned?"

    "After all, people were injured because of me, and they helped me out yesterday, so you should be careful."

    Xia Zhiye's tone was light, and logically he couldn't pick out any faults.

    Shang Huai nodded in approval: "It's the same reason, after all, Song Yan has become enmity with Liu Yue because of you, this relationship is still... Wait, the one in front is Liu Yue, right?"

    Xia Zhiye just found out where the restaurant Song Yan ordered takeaway last night was. Hearing Shang Huai's words, he put down his phone, lifted his eyelids, and looked over.

    It is indeed Liu Yue.

    It looks like she just skipped class and finished playing the ball. She was sweating and her arm muscles were still stretched. She was probably in a bad mood. mean.

    Several physique students around him who used to hang out with him, seeing him like this, they all comforted: "Brother Yue, you can't get angry with people like Song Yan, you are just a rich second generation who has no ability. Otherwise, as for transferring from Beijing to No. 3 Middle School?"

    "Right. This kind of virtual shell is rich in the second generation. Either it is not welcomed by the family, or it is because of something serious and poor grades. It's definitely not comparable to you, there's nothing to be angry about."

    "But don't talk about it, I'm also angry about this, isn't it because I was tricked into buying a pair of fake shoes by accident? As for making Brother Yue unable to come off stage in public?"

     "That's right, and a group of women are so handsome every day, how come I can't see where they are handsome?"

    "Who made girls like this little white face now. With Song Yan's body, I can hit three with one punch, but that's all I've talked about... Brother Yue, why don't you make arrangements? , who will teach me a lesson?"

    "Let who be taught a lesson?"

    Several people were talking, and the familiar sloppy voice came from behind.

    Looking back, she saw Xia Zhiye standing lazily behind them.

    Liu Yue is annoyed when he sees Xia Zhiye: "It's none of your business."

    "It's none of my business, but..."

    Xia Zhiye raised her lips and smiled, "It seems to be related to my deskmate?"

    Liu Yue raised his eyebrows: "So?"

    "So..."

      It's just that the fight is neither serious nor serious, and it is easy to send people to the hospital, so..."

     Pause.

    "I hope my roommate will be fine all the time. What do you think, Liu Yue?"

    Xia Zhiye put one hand in his pocket, stood lazily, and put the other hand on Liu Yue's shoulder, his eyebrows were slightly curved, and the end of his eyes were raised, and his light-colored eyes caught the fine light of the afternoon. , smiled a good-tempered recruiting appearance.

    However, the hand resting on Liu Yue's shoulder was full of knuckles.

    The sudden pain in the shoulder made Liu Yue suddenly remember the scene where Xia Zhiye beat someone into the hospital a year ago, and realized that the person in front of him was not just what he looked like such a good temper.

    Don't be afraid of shameless, but be afraid of death.

     And Xia Zhiye happens to be the kind of lifeless one.

    Liu Yue could only endure the pain, looked down at Xia Zhiye, and sneered: "Don't worry, we don't have to fight with the young master with thin skin and tender meat."

    I'm afraid you can't beat that young master with thin skin and tender meat.

    Xia Zhiye didn't say this, just patted Liu Yue's shoulder with satisfaction: "Right, the world is big, love and peace, don't think about fighting all day long, and me It's great to be a quiet and beautiful man as well."

    After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows coquettishly towards Liu Yue.

    Liu Yue, who didn't want to cause trouble at first: "..."

    Suddenly, I want to fight.