Chapter 6 Hard-mouthed

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

Xia Zhiye: "Because it's different."

Song Yan: "..."

It's really different.

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

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

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

In the evening, the afterglow of the sunset happened to fall behind him, covering him warmly. He looked like the kind of handsome, ruffian and pampering boy that girls like most in Taiwanese film and television dramas. Climbed up three times.

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

Turning around, he intends to jump off on one foot again.

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

The tone of voice was lazy, and the ending sounded involuntarily a little bit of anger that the Southerners were used to, and it sounded a bit coquettish and complaining.

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

He didn't even expect that he seemed to be a little persuaded.

After all, with Xia Zhiye's two long legs of 1.2 meters in good condition, the few steps from the dormitory to the school can be easily reached by walking. Now buy a bicycle for no reason, and can imagine what it is for .

Thinking of Xia Zhiye's appearance in the classroom just now that he couldn't even get 30 yuan, and it is estimated that this bicycle has indeed spent all his savings, and he seems a little bit clueless if he chooses again and again.

so……

When he turned his head, he ran into Xia Zhiye's extremely wise peach eyes.

Song Yan: "..."

So what the hell did he do?

He shook off Xia Zhiye's hand expressionlessly, took out a huge mask, covered most of his 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 with the words "seeing death as home" written on the outside, and couldn't help but lowered his head and smiled.

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

And soft-hearted.

For example, in the classroom, he clearly saw his predicament and then threw his wallet over to clear the siege, but he had to put on a stinky face of borrowing millet and returning chaff, and he didn't know who Aojiao would show it to.

But speaking of wallets...

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

"..."

Solid silence.

"Fuck you! Fuck! Xia Zhiye! You're fucking sick!"

Just one 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, leading to a series of screams and screams from girls. Song Yan was out of control and scolded.

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

Right, it's better to scold people loudly, it seems to be more popular.

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

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

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

So endured it and didn't say any more.

Some things are too obvious to puncture, and some hurt people, 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 arrogant look was cute. After picking up a cup of hot water for him and putting it on the table, he went out to the dormitory of class thirteen. .

When entering the door, Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu were chatting and laughing around their mobile phones.

Hearing the sound of the door, he found it was Xia Zhiye, and immediately greeted him: "You came just in time, we just ate your new roommate and Liu Yue's melon, it's exciting, it's so cool to put Liu Yue like this."

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

"He deserves it. Whoever made him drag him like a 2,580,000 person will look down on him, and he's still dirty when he plays."

"And every time I see him showing 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: "Is your card frozen again at home?"

Xia Zhiye: "Yes."

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

Xia Zhiye didn't even bother to lift his eyelids: "Did I lose your food or play when I was spending my money?"

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

"But why didn't you ask your roommate to borrow it?" Zhou Ziqiu, who was lying on the bed and brushing his phone, glanced over, "Aren't the rich second-generation people of that rank much better off than the proletarians like Shang Huai and me? "

Xia Zhiye: "Like you, they have been eating and drinking with me since junior high school?"

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

Xia Zhiye scolded the two of them, collected the money, and was about to leave when Zhou Ziqiu frowned and called to him, "Why are you pale and pale."

"Is there? Master Xia is already white, so you can see it wrong." Shang Huai said, looking over with the probe, and frowned, "It seems that, his mouth is not red anymore."

As he said that, he reached out and touched Xia Zhiye's forehead, "hiss": "It seems a little hot."

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

Yesterday morning, it was raining during the fight, and at night when Song Yan was carrying Song Yan to the hospital, it was raining again. In addition, when Song Yan was riding a bicycle today, he shielded him from the wind in front of him. If he came and went, he might catch a cold.

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

"talk later."

Seeing that Xia Zhiye was going to carry it after sleeping, Zhou Ziqiu added: "It doesn't matter if you want to carry it yourself, but your roommate and tablemate looks like a pampered young master. Infected people."

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

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Shang Huai: "..."

Zhou Ziqiu: "..."

"Xia Zhiye, you are an old beast who forgets his righteousness."

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

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

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

Song Yan wanted to ask if it was getting dark and had to go out now, but he felt that he and Xia Zhiye didn't know enough yet, so he just said "um" and didn't ask any more.

However, 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, remembered what Ruan Tian said about the scholarship for the entrance examination yesterday. He clasped his hands on the table, pressed his knuckles twice, picked up his phone again, opened WeChat, and clicked on 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 supplementary teacher gave you?

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: I can't find the paper version, but the electronic version should still be there. What's wrong?

[YAN]: Send me one.

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: This kind of basic knowledge is useless to you, why do you want it?

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

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: 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, every monthly test is hovering near the second line.

The parents of the Shen family 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.

As a result, I was stunned to squeeze into the back of a line at the end of the last semester.

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

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

As long as you can read 50% to 60% of this information, in the environment of No. 3 middle school, it is not hopeless to get the scholarship of the Progress Award.

It wasn't that Song Yanduo was helpful, but since Xia Zhiye didn't want him to give him the money for the bicycle, this was 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.

Because only by not owing each other, can all the disconnections be avoided.

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

After drawing blood, testing blood, and checking the electrocardiogram, after one pass, it was determined that it was just a common cold and fever, and then he was relieved. After careful instructions, he sent Xia Zhiye back to the dormitory.

The sky was completely dark, and there was a light rain in the air again. When the night wind blew in the late summer and early autumn, Xia Zhiye, who had no feeling at all, also felt a little uncomfortable, and was ready to go back to sleep.

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

Song Yan stood at the table unpacking the takeaway. Hearing the movement, he glanced casually, and then lowered his eyes carelessly: "It's too late for dinner, if you haven't eaten, let's have it 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 he took out three hundred yuan, counted thirty and handed it to Song Yan: "You helped Zhang Mianmian in the afternoon, and I'll pay you back for him first."

Obviously, he couldn't even get thirty in the afternoon, so where did he get three hundred now?

As soon as Song Yan became suspicious, he caught a glimpse of a red spot on the arm that Xia Zhiye handed the money over: "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.

The green-red-green-red dots were stuck on the snow-white and snow-white arms, and it looked 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 accidentally stabbed him somewhere."

What nonsense to coax a child.

Song Yan raised her eyes impatiently, just in time to land on Xia Zhiye's lips.

He remembered that Xia Zhiye's lip shape was very beautiful, and it was very attractive with a natural bright red, but now it seems to be much lighter, as if it lacks blood.

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

I wanted to ask, but I felt like I was nosy.

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

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

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

After he finished speaking, he turned to go out.

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

Something fell out of the trouser 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 and was about to put it back, but her fingertips stopped suddenly with a casual glance.

What he was holding in his hand was a crumpled leaflet. A few handwritings scribbled with a ballpoint pen were vaguely visible on the surface of the paper, and the word "blood" appeared where his fingertips stopped.

Expand and take a look:

High-paying part-time job, sincere recruitment

Paid blood donation, 300/time

**Model, 500/time

Paying a lot of money for children, interested in interviews

Contact: 138xxxxxxxx

Legendary ancient and evil mysterious deal.

Three hundred dollars.

pinhole.

Ischemic lip color.

I see.

Song Yan frowned unconsciously.

After a while, he put the flyer back in place with a cold face.

Then turn on your phone, click on takeout, and search for the menu: stir-fried pork liver.