August in the south is always wet and sticky.

The cloud layer ripped open, the rainstorm fell hysterically, the wet gray gushed between the sky and the earth, and the corridor was filled with dull darkness.

There were more girls passing by.

"Hey, that boy hasn't seen it before, he's a new one?"

"It should be, I saw Liu Deqing pick him up at the school gate this morning."

"I saw it too, it's still a Beijing A Maybach."

"Fuck, why can't this rich second generation come to our school?"

"The grades are too poor to keep up with other key high schools. But who cares, it's okay if he looks good."

The person they were whispering about was standing in front of the corridor outside the Academic Affairs Office, and the blue-gray skylight fell straight down on his face along the eaves.

Really nice.

Thin and straight, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, it is good to see how well even a scumbag who is thrown into a talent show can make his debut.

It's just that don't know if it's because the forehead hair is too long and the eyes are drooping, or the complexion is too pale, but the whole person has a cold and decadent feeling that strangers should not be approached, which is not very attractive.

"Little bored."

Someone called him.

The boy turned back casually.

The person who called him was a young and elegant woman, who had just come out of the Academic Affairs Office, with a gentle tone: "I have already agreed with Director Liu, I will find him in the future, and I will take care of you. It's just raining today. Traffic jam, if Auntie doesn't leave, she may not be able to catch the plane, I have to go to register for Lele tomorrow morning..."

"It's okay, I'll just go to the dormitory by myself."

Song Yan flatly interrupted her guilt behind her.

In fact, Qin Qing, as a stepmother, left his biological son Song Lele alone at home, and traveled all the way to Nanwu City to transfer schools for his stepson.

After all, he was better than his biological father who never appeared from the beginning to the end except for calling and scolding people.

"It's not that your dad doesn't care about you, it's just..."

Probably Qin Qing also felt that this kind of comfort was a little too hypocritical, so he didn't say anything, just took out a black card and handed it to Song Yan, "Your dad's secondary card, he said that you are living alone now, and materially Don't embarrass yourself."

This is what she made up now.

Song Yan used to have two different aunts to do laundry and cook at home. When he went to school, he was usually picked up by a driver.

Now that a person is sent to boarding in a public school that is not even a famous school, Qin Qing doesn't think that this young master can endure this hardship, so he says more: "Xiaoyan, as long as you give it to you. Dad apologizes, admits a mistake, and it's over, there's no need to suffer in such a place."

Song Yan casually stuffed the card into his pocket and didn't speak.

Qin Qing didn't say much in the end, sighed, and after a few symbolic words, he got into the car in a hurry at the urging of the driver.

The expensive taillights of the Maybach quickly disappeared in the rain curtain of Nanwu City.

Song Yan lowered his head and entered "Building 1 of the dormitory in the third central and western district of Nanwu" in the Gaode map.

Normally, there should be no need to navigate from the gate of a school to its student dormitories, but Nanwu No. 3 Middle School is an exception.

This school has been known for being small and dilapidated since the beginning of history, but it has been shaken by the wind and rain of the changing times and still stands for a whole Jiazi, and it had to be expanded due to the surge in population.

However, the school is located in the old city, surrounded by residential buildings, and the Education Bureau cannot afford to pay for the demolition. Therefore, after the expansion of the teaching building, an illegal building could only be demolished a few hundred meters away from the campus, and the dormitory building was barely built.

Fortunately not far.

Song Yan glanced at "the current distance is 800 meters, the estimated time is 10 minutes" displayed on the map, and put away the phone.

Holding an umbrella in one hand and pushing a suitcase in the other, listening to the voice navigation in the headset, he walked slowly outside the school gate.

The old street outside the school gate is crowded with low-rise old-style residential buildings.

The windowsills upstairs are covered with long poles, and there are scattered clothes that forgot to take home. Downstairs, the snack bar has tables and chairs lined up in a row. A child with a snot dragging around was running around.

To put it nicely, it is a strong fireworks smell.

To put it bluntly, the Five Elements lack urban management.

Song Minghai decided to transfer his own son from Beijing's most expensive private international school to this public school with an average environment and a enrollment rate of less than 50%. The meaning of exile is also obvious.

Song Yan himself thought it was fine.

It doesn't matter where they go to school, their father and son are separated, and maybe they can make some contribution to the improvement of China's average life expectancy.

But that doesn't give him a friendly filter for the city he's in now.

When he turned left and right uphill and downhill countless times, and then again left and narrowly avoided the spray of a speeding bicycle, a pretty little face was already cold enough to knot ice.

Just as the incoming call interrupted the navigation voice, Song Yan raised her hand and tapped the AirPods impatiently.

Immediately, Shen Jiayan's pig-slaughtering howl came from the earphones: "Old Song!!! Did you really transfer school?!"

Song Yan was considering whether to hang up directly, but the other end of the phone had already started crying: "My Yaner, what should I do if you leave? Who am I going to copy for the school entrance exam? If I fail the exam, my mother will die. My, woo woo woo..."

Crying heartily.

Song Yan showed no pity: "Then congratulations in advance to Auntie for missing an unfilial son."

Shen Jiayan blew her nose: "You are not human."

Song Yan was polite: "Thank you."

After a brief noise, the other end of the phone recovered: "But can you really live that far away by yourself?"

Song Yan replied succinctly: "My intelligence is normal."

"No, that's not what I meant." Shen Jiayan explained hurriedly, "I mean you didn't come to class for the last two months of last semester. What if you can't keep up with the progress? Or what if you get anxious and your illness recurs? Besides, you are the eldest young master, you can't wash clothes, you are picky about food and clothing, and you have a stinky, tough, and needy temper. What if you were beaten to death outside without me taking care of you?"

Song Yan: "..."

Shen Jiayan: "..."

After a short silence, Shen Jiayan realized that he seemed to have accidentally said what he said in his heart: "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back."

Song Yan was too lazy to pay attention to him: "Okay, I'll hang up if I have nothing to do. It's inconvenient for me to be outside."

"What are you walking around for?"

"On the way to the dormitory."

"Oh, then you pay more attention, I saw that your third middle school posted that your dormitory is very difficult to find. And you also know the place in Nanwu, the 2D map can't hold its vigorous traffic plan at all, and it is very easy to get lost. "

Song Yan felt that if the 800-meter 10-minute journey could get lost even if you followed the navigation, it would be no different from a fool. She turned the corner and said, "Don't worry, I'm not..."

Before I could say the word "you" after "no", I unfortunately found that the road in front of me didn't seem to be a road, but a dead end for garbage.

Song Yan had a bad premonition.

He stopped, took out his mobile phone, and touched the screen, and sure enough, he saw the row of clear big characters at the bottom of the screen——[The current distance is 1.4 kilometers, and the walking time is estimated to be 15 minutes]

Q: Knowing that the estimated walking time is ten minutes, Xiao Song's actual walking time is ten minutes, so how many minutes are left?

Answer: Fifteen minutes.

Xiao Song himself: "..."

Just fucking outrageous.

On the other end of the phone, Shen Jiayan was still chattering: "Isn't what? How about half of the words? Hello? Hello. Hello! Where are the people?

"It's nothing. Here it is. Hang up. Beep—"

"...What's the matter...Fuck! Song Yan, you fucking hung up on me again! You'll get hit outside like this!"

Song Yan didn't hear the second half of Shen Jiayan's roar.

After hanging up the phone and confirming that he was indeed walking according to the navigation but was indeed walking further and further, he turned off the navigation and prepared to call a car outside the alley.

After just two steps, he was blocked.

A teenager with a black umbrella was standing at the entrance of the alley next door with his back to him.

He was very tall, and at a glance it could be seen that he was over 1.85 meters. The blue and white school pants were a bit short when he wore them, and he was forced to show his thin ankles, which made his legs seem too slender.

Opposite the long-legged brother, there are also four or five social brothers with colorful hair dyed.

Song Yan had no interest in this kind of struggle between bad boys.

But unfortunately, they blocked the only way out, and Song Yan was a person who hated communicating with idiots.

So I chose the latter without hesitation between the options of "talking nonsense with the feather dusters" and "waiting for one of them to die".

Hold an umbrella, stand in place, and start watching the play.

Ji Feo No. 1 entered the process first: "Yo, isn't it a coincidence, I can still meet Master Xia."

Ji Feo No. 2 followed up in time: "Speaking of which, the money your grandma owes our boss should be repaid."

Ji Mao No. 3 turned his wrist twice: "Otherwise, her body will not be able to withstand our toss."

Chicken Feather No. 4 took advantage of the situation and made a fierce stance: "Ha!"

Song Yan: "..."

Don't you need employment qualification examination these days?

It's no wonder that the boy with his back turned to him didn't even want to go through the process, he just said casually: "Okay, don't grind, fight?"

The strap of the schoolbag hangs on the right shoulder, the sleeves are rolled up to the elbow at will, and the waist is not stooped, but the whole body exudes a lazy temperament of "I look down on you".

Even with the very real tiredness in his voice that he didn't wake up, he seemed to be particularly ill-fated.

The feather dusters couldn't bear it at all: "Fight, fight! Whoever is afraid!"

Throwing the umbrella, swarmed up.

The long-legged brother suddenly raised his hand: "Wait."

Feather Duster: "?"

Brother Long Legs: "I'll take a lethal weapon."

As he spoke, he took out a large wooden stick about forty centimeters long from his schoolbag, and knocked on the wall twice at will: "Okay, come on."

It looks intimidating.

The head of the red-haired chicken stopped in fear: "What are you?"

"My grandma's rolling pin."

"..." Fuck you.

Song Yan felt that this long-legged brother might be born to be beaten.

But have to say that this long-legged brother has slender limbs but is very agile, and his temperament is lazy but refreshing. There are not so many bells and whistles in fights, and his moves are extremely neat.

The left hand holds the umbrella, the right hand can hit the key point with the stick, and when the long leg is lifted and kicked, a feather duster will fall in response.

There is really no suspense in the scene.

In order to speed up the end of this crushing battle, when the red-haired chicken, who had already fallen to the ground once, stood up and planned to give him a fatal sneak attack from behind the long-legged brother.

Song Yan reminded emotionlessly: "Behind."

The long-legged brother kicked back, and the red-haired chicken was hit by a truly fatal chicken on the spot, clutching the unspeakable part and fell to the ground in pain.

The chicken beater raised an eyebrow at Song Yan and smiled through the rain: "Thanks, brother."

Weird smile.

By the way, the remaining four feather dusters were laughing furiously: "Fuck you! This kid actually brought a helper! Brothers, give it to me! Don't let any one go!!!"

Song Yan: "..."

Fuck him.

However, the thin, pale and beautiful young man stood in the rain indifferently, looking like he was too bullied.

The gangsters rushed up like crazy.

Song Yan stood on the spot with an umbrella in his right hand, and when the man in the lead rushed over with a stick, he directly clamped the opponent's wrist with his left hand, twisted it in the opposite direction, and then kicked his knees hard, and the man fell to the ground.

His nose bone hit the stone on the ground, blood poured out instantly, and his face was forced to kiss the dirty water on the ground. Before he could get up, one foot slammed into his back.

Song Yan stepped on the person under his feet, raised his chin slightly, and looked indifferent: "Continue?"

The rest of the feather dusters stood there: "..."

Not really wanting to continue.

They are just ordinary homeless people, working part-time in the society, and they are not professionals. They can't beat it at this point, and they continue to be a fart.

But it's too shameless to say that, after all, they still have a place in the chicken pen.

Fortunately, the long-legged brother knew how much they weighed, he squatted beside the red chicken with a stick, and said slowly: "It's okay not to continue. But the money my grandma owes you has already been repaid, you guys Isn't it a bit inappropriate to harass me so many times?"

"You know the shit! The old woman has to follow the rules of the road when she asks about the borrowed money. Nine out of thirteen returns, the interest cannot be less!" The red-haired chicken endured the pain somewhere and shouted out his profession. Belief.

The long-legged brother has a good temper, nodded and said, "It's not unreasonable for you to say it."

Saying that, he stood up, raised his legs, and raised his arms. It seemed that he planned to step on the red chicken's face, and by the way, he used a rolling pin to open a scoop.

The red-haired chicken, who was just right just now, immediately closed his eyes and hugged his head in fright, and blurted out, "Okay! Listen to you!"

Long-legged brother: "Expand and talk."

The red chicken: "I'll tell our boss when I look back, saying that Mrs. Liu has paid off, so I don't need to rush it in the future. Is this the head office?"

The long-legged brother put down his legs with satisfaction: "Isn't it all right? I'm still thinking that if you don't agree, I'll trouble the police uncle."

If you can risk your life in a fight, when you hear the word "police", a few thugs are really cowardly: "Don't stop, Master Xia, it's not, it's not, we'll go now."

Without waiting for the red-haired chicken to speak, he stood up and was ready to run away.

As a result, he didn't pay attention when he was fighting, and accidentally bumped into a severely damaged place, and the red-haired chicken immediately gasped in pain: "Fuck! Xia Zhiye! How can you be so ruthless, you little bastard!"

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "Sorry, I was careless."

Well, you pay it back, a dignified man, you pay it back.

Looking at the dog-like face, the red-haired chicken couldn't help but scolded: "Don't act like a spoiled brat! I won't eat you! You said that you have such a small white face, and you have made a fortune by looking for a rich woman to act like a spoiled child. I'm still afraid that I won't be able to pay this amount of money... uh... don't cover my mouth, let me say... uh..."

The feather duster quickly disappeared into the ruthless rain in Nanwu City, supporting their elder brother, who had lost his desire to survive.

Xia Zhiye stood there and looked in the direction they were leaving, silent, the tall and thin back of the young man showed a little desolation in the rain.

Song Yan has never been short of money, but he also knows how strong a boy's self-esteem is at this age. It would be somewhat hurt and embarrassing to be exposed to such a pitiful truth in front of his peers, and to be insulted by words like being close to a rich woman.

So I pretended that I didn't hear anything, and turned around to leave, but I heard a sentence slowly coming from the intense rain: "That makes sense..."

The tone is full of the approval of the long-time confidant and the sudden feeling of sudden opening.

Song Yan: "?"

What makes sense?

Before he could react, he saw the lonely boy who should have been traumatized slowly turn his head, and looked at himself with a serious expression on whether the end of the universe was Tieling or Songhuajiang: "You said my face... …”

"?"

"Is it really worth it if you go to the sea to list?"

"..."

There's a fart reason.

Hope it's worth the money for your brain.