Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    After a brief meeting with Liu Yue, Xia Zhiye did not report to the Song leadership, but just put the bought meal on the table: "See if it suits your appetite."

     Leader Song recognized at a glance that this was the restaurant where he ordered takeaway yesterday, and the price was not cheap.

    I unpacked the box and inadvertently said, "Just buy it in the cafeteria next time, I'm not picky eaters."

    Xia Zhiye looked at him and said this, while picking the celery on the surface of the fish head to one side in disgust, and couldn't help but lift his lower lip.

    This is not a picky eater.

     Lazily leaned back in the chair, opened the phone memo, and entered "hate celery" under the line of "like pork liver".

    The other Song Yan just moved his chopsticks when he accidentally caught a piece of pork liver, and his wrist suddenly froze.

    He hates pork liver.

    Accurately he does not accept all animal offal.

    The reason why I ordered a box of fried pig liver yesterday was simply because I was worried that Xia Zhiye would not be able to keep up with the nutrition after selling blood, and pig liver is said to be very good for blood.

    But it seems that Xia Zhiye misunderstood his taste because of this.

    But it's hard to explain.

    After all, Song Yan didn't plan to tell Xia Zhiye that he had discovered his secret.

    Firstly, he felt that the relationship between the two was not close enough to share secrets, and secondly, he felt that men needed more or less self-respect.

    So after a short delay, Song Yan chose to quietly put the piece of pork liver he hated into the lunch box in front of Xia Zhiye.

    Xia Zhiye paused with his chopsticks.

    He turned his head to look at Song Yan, Song Yan was eating as if nothing had happened.

    Then she turned her head to look back at the pig liver, and suddenly felt that this piece of pig liver looked pretty.

    Yes, a certain stinky handsome guy who is so cold every day knows that he is cooking for himself.

    It seems that my relationship with this new tablemate has grown by leaps and bounds.

    But is the normal way of expressing friendship between boys by eating each other? Why does it feel a little weird?

    Xia Zhiye clicked on the group chat "Xia Shang Zhou".

    [Wild]: If one day a boy is eating alone with you, he suddenly brings food to you, you will think what happened.

    The remaining two returned in seconds.

    [Autumn]: He wants to

    [Peerless cute little businessman]: He wants to base me

    [Autumn]: So who wants to base you? @Wild

    [Peerless cute little businessman]: So who wants to base you? @Wild

    [Autumn]: Song Yan?

    [Peerless cute little businessman]: Song Yan?

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    [Wild]: Roll.

    I know these two unfortunate things can't say anything serious.

    But she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Song Yan again.

    Just in time, the bright afternoon sun came in gently and softly, drawing out the cold and delicate profile of the boy by the window. The halo looks so detached and unreal.

    Xia Zhiye, who has always been blind to girls, suddenly felt that if there were really girls who could grow into Song Yan, it was not impossible for them to try to chase after them.

    ·

    Liu Yue looked very ugly when he came to class in the afternoon.

    But no one paid him any attention.

    Song Yanzheng was working on a comprehensive mechanics problem.

      Yes, some of the points are too difficult to understand in time.

    The pale and thin knuckles fastened on the paper with the black pen, and the corners of her lips were slightly pursed, looking a little cute.

    Xia Zhiye supported his head and turned his pen. After appreciating it for a long time, he said with a smile: "Why? Can't do it? Should Master Xia tell you something?"

    Song Yan's backhand is an indifferent and ruthless mistake: "Take care of yourself."

    "Don't be embarrassed, the ancients have a saying, don't be ashamed to ask, if I tell you it will make it clear?"

    But Song Yan doesn't think that she has fallen to the point where she needs to ask a bad boy from the society for help: "Don't worry, there is no need."

    “Shoot—”

     A sneer came from the front right.

     Means obvious.

    Little Fatty was the first to be unhappy: "Liu Yue, why are you laughing at you so yin and yang?"

    "It's nothing." Liu Yue crossed Erlang's legs and turned the pen, "I just feel that if some people don't know it, don't pretend to be forceful, and be humbly and eager to learn, so as not to lower the average score of our first class."

    Although No. 3 Middle School is a city focus at the end of the crane, it is also a city focus, and the first class is barely considered a key class.

    According to the usual logic, Song Yan, a child from a wealthy family in Beijing, as long as the grades are good enough, he will either go abroad or take extra points, and he will not transfer to the school. From a broken school like Nanwu No. 3 Middle School, it would not be arranged by Ruan Tian to help the poor one by one.

    So Liu Yue and others naturally acquiesced that Song Yan's grades were not good.

    In addition, I was embarrassed by Song Yan yesterday, and I was intimidated by Xia Zhiye at noon. I was holding my breath, and I wanted to use my words to save face.

    In the end, she sang a stand-up comic, and Song Yan didn't answer at all.

    Liu Yue raised the corner of his lips and sneered coldly: "What are you pretending to be, I really think I'm quite capable."

    When Song Yan heard this, she just calculated the correct answer, while writing the above, she said coldly: "Nothing can do it, it just won't lower the average score of a person like you. ."

    Liu Yue slapped the pen on the spot: "What kind of person? Make it clear."

    Song Yan lifted her eyelids, sent a look at the mentally retarded, then lowered her indifferently and continued to do the question.

    No words, but a thousand years.

    Liu Yue: "…"

    Fuck.

    Just as she was about to get angry, Xia Zhiye slowly threw out a sentence: "You say that you are a good person. How can you be so angry, it affects my study."

    Liu Yue: "?"

    A manga that big on your **** desk is studying?

    And why the **** am I so angry, don't you have any points in your heart?

    If you don't count, ask your roommate!

    Liu Yue is going to be pissed.

    But Xia Zhiye's words made it clear that he was supporting Song Yan.

    He is not afraid of Song Yan, but he is a little afraid of Xia Zhiye, so he can only bear the fire back, but he will not laugh: "Okay, it is very powerful, then see who has lowered the score. Who the **** is the grandson."

    When Song Yan was in the second grade of elementary school, she didn't make such rambunctious bets with others.

    And bet with people like Liu Yue, if they are sent back to Beijing, they will appear to be bullying mentally handicapped children, and it will be dishonorable to win.

    But if it really goes to Beijing, and Song Minghai knows that he has found such a good-looking great-grandson for him, it should make him angry enough.

    So happy to think about it.

    Song Yan crossed out a difficult problem that had been overcome: "Alright, don't mind."

    It's not a big deal, but people are people who like to watch the fun.

      Color and look.

    The two people's bet spread throughout the high school in less than a day.

    On the day of the exam, Xia Zhiye did not share a classroom with Song Yan because of the random assignment of the exam room. After sending him over, he returned to his own exam room.

    As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Ziqiu jokingly said to him: "Master Xia, your new roommate and Liu Yue have established a blood feud."

    "What a big deal, as for the blood feud?"

    Zhou Ziqiu handed over the phone: "See for yourself."

    Xia Zhiye leaned back on the back of the chair, rested his long legs on the ground, tilted the chair, took the mobile phone and saw that it was the interface of Sanzhong Post Bar.

    The title of the high-rise building floating at the top-"[Vote] Song Yan Vs Liu Yue, who can have the last laugh? 》

     "How old are you, you still play Tieba, naive."

    If it wasn't for Song Yan's name on the title, Xia Zhiye wouldn't even be interested in taking a look.

    Zhou Ziqiu was noncommittal: "Otherwise, why do you think the enrollment rate of No. 3 Middle School has not been rising? It's just for this group of people."

    Yes.

    It is very logical and self-consistent.

    Xia Zhiye clicked in.

    [Main Building]: Mr. Lu Xun Meitu Town Building! Ben Yi takes the lead in eating melons! As we all know, the newly transferred Maybach second-generation rich and Director Liu's nephew are in trouble. After the fake shoes incident, the grandson's gambling contract turned out, and he decided to leave his hands and bet on the spot, whoever wins and who loses.

    [1L]: To be honest, this wave is still reliable for Liu Yue, and his grades are barely enough, but that transfer student must have bad grades.

    [2L]: Second opinion, from ancient times to the present, all those who have been transferred to the third middle school are unable to keep up with other key schools, and your review of the product has not been bad for ten or eight years. , cannot be written at all.

      .

    [4L]: Hot knowledge, the difficulty of the college entrance examination for the people of the imperial capital is completely different from our densely populated areas.

    [5L]: Then I'm still suppressing Song Yan, there is no other reason, only handsome.

    [6L]: +1

    [7L]: +2

    [8L]: +3

    [9L]: +10086

    …

    [158L]: Fuck! Stop adding it! Awesome! Song Yan and Liu Yue are in the same exam room as me! Song Yan was in front of me, Liu Yue was next to me, and I was shivering in the middle!

    [159L]: Damn, exciting!

    [160L]: Is it possible to evolve into melee combat?

    [161L]: That's **** interesting, I'll definitely broadcast it live

    [162L]: But brother, the coordinates of eating melons have been exposed, be careful to be beaten

    [163L]: Grass, careless.

    …

    It's all a mess.

    Xia Zhiye's forehead hurts.

    "But Song Yanzhen and Liu Yue share the same exam room?" Zhou Ziqiu took back the phone and asked.

    Xia Zhiye casually said "um": "I knew it when the exam room was set up yesterday."

    "Then you still look like nothing."

    "I need something?"

    "Otherwise?" Zhou Ziqiu asked in return, "As far as Liu Yue's character is concerned, if he doesn't do anything to **** off your little roommate, he won't be named Liu."

    That's true.

    Liu Yue is a purebred pen.

    But...

    Xia Zhiye recalled Song Yan's cold and stinky little face, and unconsciously bent the corner of her lower lip.

    His little tablemate is not a bad temper.

    Looking cold and cold, she is actually more irritating than anyone else.

    Someone who is particularly annoying is lying on the table to catch up on sleep.

    It is said to be a joint entrance examination, but it is actually a hurriedly made five-school unified examination. Even the files are not included. Monthly exams are not comparable.

    Students take it easy, chatting with acquaintances around them one after another.

    Song Yan has no acquaintances, and the surroundings are very deserted.

    Liu Yue, who was diagonally behind, was lively and lively, and even occasionally leaked a sneer or two about Song Yan.

    Boys of this age mostly talk about loyalty. The so-called loyalty is generally divided into close and distant, and there is no doubt that Song Yan is the one.

    After all, the rumors spread and they change, but Liu Yue is a real brother who has played with them, dined, chased girls, and scolded them. In contrast, Song Yan is nothing more than a A sudden pretender.

    So all the exclusion is so natural.

    Song Yan was also not interested in bringing her friend level to the same level as a fool, but was a little annoyed by the noise.

    I scratched my hair impatiently, turned my head to the side and continued to sleep, until the exam paper came out, I barely stood up, looked extremely lazy, and looked like I hadn't slept well in a few days feel like.

    International practice, the first test language.

    For Song Yan, this class is the least stressful. After all, those that should be memorized and those that should be memorized twice will be memorized, and the rest will not make much difference if they go to class or not, anyway, they all read fate.

    His hand speed is also fast, and he turned over in a short while, leading the examination room by about a third of the paper.

    The man behind him couldn't help but "fuck": "How the **** can you write so fast, it's not really a hidden scholar."

    These words just fell into the ear of Liu Yue next to him.

    Liu Yue's mathematics and science are all good enough, but his Chinese and English are really killing him.

    I was already stuck in the appreciation of ancient literature and became irritable. When I heard this sentence, I looked up and saw Song Yan's back without stagnation and writing, and my lungs were going to explode.

    Gritting his teeth, pondering, ruthless, raised his hand: "Teacher, report."

      :"you say."

    Liu Yue said: "I report someone cheating."

    The eyes behind the presbyopic lenses suddenly widened.

    Liu Yue pointed to Song Yan: "I saw that he made a cheat sheet and hid it in the desk drawer."

    Who the **** still thinks about it now.

    After all, there are exams every week, but if I missed it, I really missed it. Everyone turned their heads and looked over.

    The invigilator also stood up and looked at Song Yan: "Is what he said true?"

    Song Yan thought it was really interesting to ask: "You believe me when I say it's false?"

    Invigilator: “…”

    Not at all.

    But he felt that he still had to be responsible to the students, so he walked up to Song Yan with a stern face, and knocked on the table twice: "Check your drawer for me."

    Song Yan put down the pen indifferently, and stepped back, the teacher leaned over and put his hand into the belly of the table and began to grope.

    Fumbling and groping, her expression suddenly collapsed.

     With a stern face, she took out her hand and patted the table: "What is this!"

    A note with a cheat sheet.

    The first line at the beginning reads "Rogue Chi Chi, hold cloth and trade silk, bandits come to trade silk, come and I will make a plan", which will match the first line of the dictation question. It is not an exaggeration to get stolen goods.

    Song Yan didn't seem to be surprised or flustered, and calmly stated: "This is not mine."

    In the end of her life, the old teacher hated the students for not keeping their integrity the most. She suppressed her anger and restrained: "Why do you say this is not yours."

    Song Yan is very objective: "Because I can't write so ugly."

    Teacher: “…”

    Everyone: "…"

    Liu Yue: "…"

    I have seen such an arrogant person before.

    You can still have such an attitude after being caught cheating. What kind of psychological quality is this?

    There are already boys who are not normal in their minds and begin to worship Song Yan.

    But this reason obviously cannot convince the teacher.

    Excellent Chinese teacher, holding up her index finger, pointing at the table, "you you you" you for a long time, and finally swallowed the words of rebuke, reluctantly made a decision: "You go ahead with the test first, After the test, I will go to the Academic Affairs Office with me, and after the investigation, if it is confirmed that I have cheated, I will cancel the test result."

    He is a very responsible teacher for his students.

    The handling method is also benevolent.

    But Song Yan just asked calmly: "Is there any surveillance in the examination room?"

    It is a test room temporarily arranged in the classroom, where is the monitoring.

    The invigilator thought he was trying to escape the guilt by taking the opportunity, and immediately resolutely emphasized: "Don't think that there is no monitoring is a place outside the law! Teachers have sharp eyes!"

    After hearing this answer, Song Yan threw out a cold sentence: "Then there is no need."

    After finishing speaking, she packed up her pencil case, stood up, supported the desk and chair, slowly moved to the podium, picked up her schoolbag, and prepared to leave.

    The Chinese teacher invigilated the exam for so many years and caught so many cheaters, but I have never seen such a reaction.

    Stunned for a while, then asked: "What are you doing?"

    Song Yan turned around and said indifferently, "Aren't all the students who found cheating expelled from the exam room on the spot?"

    “…”

    That's the rule.

    "But didn't you say the cheat sheet wasn't yours?"

    "But not monitored."

    “…”

    "What is not monitored is destined to be unclear, so I don't need to continue wasting time here."

    Song Yan's injured leg couldn't fully touch the ground, so she could only stand on the podium and lean on the podium.

    When he looked over with his schoolbag on one shoulder and his eyelids down, there was no superfluous expression on his face, as if he was not the one who was caught cheating, but the one who interrogated others.

    The condescending arrogance and magnanimity made the proctor emotionally choose to believe that this student could not cheat at a certain moment.

    What's more, this student has written such a good hand.

    He was a little unwilling: "Then what about your exam results this time?"

    On hearing this sentence, the rest of the test-takers who were stunned by the melons and melons reacted, yes, this is still a **** bet, and the loser will be the grandson.

    So where can I miss the exam? Isn't there any suspense if you miss a test? Can Young Master Song suffer from this loss? Can you take this anger?

    They don't believe it.

    Song Yan didn't believe it either.

    So Song Yan indifferently hooked the strap of her schoolbag on her shoulders: "It's okay, just take one less language test, it won't affect my lower score by others."

    He walked out of the classroom without looking back.

    The rest of the classroom: "...?"

    Fuck, why is this man so crazy?