Objectively speaking, if the face on the other side is listed in the sea, it should be quite valuable.

The skin is very white, the hair color is lighter, the nose is high and the eyebrows are deep, and it has an aggressive bone appearance, but she has twin peach eyes that are born with a smile, so when she smiles lazily, even the one on the right side of the nose tip Small moles all show a very attractive debt.

It looks like it can be a disaster for a girl.

It's just that my brain doesn't seem to be normal.

Song Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with the idiot, so she held the umbrella and turned around and left.

But the idiot put his shoulders behind him, and whispered a low chuckle in his ear: "How about this beautiful little classmate do me a favor?"

After speaking, an old lady with gray hair at the end of the alley hurried over: "Xiaoye, I heard that group of people seem to be coming again? Did you fight them again?"

It seemed that if Xia Zhiye really got into a fight, she would have a heart attack right there.

Xia Zhiye grabbed Song Yan's shoulder, turned back, and smiled lazily: "No, we are here to discuss the interaction of forces."

"?" The old man's soul asked, "Do you love learning so much?"

Xia Zhiye didn't change his face: "Well, read for the rise of China."

Song Yan: "..."

Neuropathy.

The old man asked again, "Then this one?"

Xia Zhiye didn't blink: "My friend, the university bully. If you don't believe me, ask him?"

The old man looked at Song Yan.

Song Yan also looked at the old man.

Brief confrontation.

Song Yan was expressionless: "Well."

The old man finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good. Since it's Ono's friend, come in and sit?"

Song Yan indifferently opened Xia Zhiye's hand on his shoulder: "No need."

The old man worried: "But your hair is wet. If you don't wipe your head quickly, you should catch a cold."

"Need not."

"Why not, look at your wet hair, listen to grandma, hurry up."

"really not……"

"Ouch, this little old woman of mine is going to worry about dying. My heart hurts, my heart hurts."

"..."

Watching the pretentious performance of the old man, Xia Zhiye smiled and hooked Song Yan's neck again: "Let's go, you can never defeat a little old lady who tries to care about you."

Song Yan: "..."

Why on earth was he meddling in the first place.

Grandma Liu's courtyard is in the innermost alley.

No matter what, Song Yan would not lose his temper with an old man, and Xia Zhiye took him over with a cold face.

As soon as the door opened, a disheveled glutinous rice dumpling ran out with his short legs, hugged Xia Zhiye's knee, raised his face, and called out sweetly, "Brother Ye."

Xia Zhiye made a catch and picked it up with one hand: "Come on, little mahjong, let me introduce you to a beautiful brother."

Who the fuck is beautiful brother.

Song Yan: "My name is..."

"Beautiful brother!"

"It's not pretty brother, it's..."

"Yeah, what are you dawdling at, kid, wipe your hair!"

"..."

After being interrupted by two self-introductions, Song Yan chose to shut up, walked into the house, and put away the umbrella.

The dark eyes swept the room, suppressing the obvious irritability.

The whole small courtyard is a large piece of land, and the decorations and daily necessities are all revealing, but they are neatly tidy from the inside out, and the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the patio has a faint fragrance.

Grandma Liu quickly took out two squares of dry towels and two cups of hot water: "Quick wipe, drink the hot water after wiping, to warm up your body so as not to catch a cold."

When handing the water to Song Yan, he added with a smile, "Don't worry, although it's old, it's clean and not dirty."

Song Yan was not thirsty at first, but after hearing this, she chose to take the cup: "Thank you."

Very polite and cold.

Xia Zhiye was more casual, sat on the chair with his legs crossed, and started to take care of her hair after picking up the little mahjong.

The three-year-old girl's hair was soft and short, and Xia Zhiye's hands were long and big. Song Yan always felt that if he exerted his strength, the little mahjong could pay homage to Statham on the spot.

As a result, not only did they not get bald, but the two horn braids were neatly tied. At the end, Xia Zhiye even took out a new hairpin from his pocket and pinned it to the little girl: "Yes, it looks good."

The little girl immediately ran to the back room to look in the mirror, and then came a sweet voice: "It's so beautiful! Thank you, Brother Ye!"

I saw with my own eyes how the huge Barbie pink butterfly hairpin was pinned to Song Yan in the center of her head: "..."

Aesthetics is probably that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

Shangliang himself didn't have much to say about this, so he lay lazily on the back of the chair: "Then next time, Brother Ye will buy a big red one for Xiaomajong, one on each side, and wear them together."

Song Yannao made up for it, feeling a little shocked.

"What is the name of a little mahjong, a good little girl?

"Oh, this." Xia Zhiye leaned against the back of the chair and turned on the TV, CCTV6 just happened to broadcast the part where the rookie was picked up in "Penguins of Madagascar", "Because she was picked up by me from the entrance of the mahjong hall."

The tone is simple and ordinary, but the content is unexpectedly explosive.

Song Yan just wanted to say sorry.

Xia Zhiye turned to look at him with a serious face: "But I always thought she was a princess left behind by the royal family, and she will definitely bring me great wealth in the future, what do you think?"

Song Yan: "..."

I think there is something wrong with your brain.

Indifferent reminder: "Our country is a socialist country under the people's democratic dictatorship."

"Ah, it's a pity." Xia Zhiye said, "Then let's see if she might have Thai blood."

Song Yan couldn't hold back: "I think you may be a little sick."

"...Yes, you are very special." Xia Zhiye asked objectively, "So what's your name?"

"Song Yan."

"Which yan?"

"Disgusting disgusting."

"..."

Eerie silence.

Xia Zhiye politely praised: "It's very chic."

Song Yan sarcastically replied: "And the little mahjong each other."

His name has been criticized since he was a child. Others say that parents have to think about how hard it is to name their sons. When was a child, even cried and made trouble about it.

When grew up a little later, realized that Song Minghai really couldn't think of it when he named him this name.

And when grow up a little bit, find that this name is actually very high-level, and it simply sums up all his father's feelings for him in this life, so it's just for use.

However, Xia Zhiye obviously didn't like it very much. He put his fingertips on the cracked wooden handrail, tapped twice, and his tone was low and lazy: "Your name is too unpalatable. Besides, look at you, He looks good, has a good personality, and is very likable, so…”

"?"

"So it's better to call you Song Daxi in the future."

Song Yan: "..."

Song, your mother's great joy.

Why did he expect this person to say anything serious after hearing the remarks of the listing.

The coldness in his brows was finally unbearable, and he put down the cup: "Don't worry, there will be no future."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the umbrella in the corner and prepared to leave.

Just bumped into Grandma Liu and came out of the kitchen: "Why are you leaving now? Why don't you stay for lunch?"

Song Yan felt that it might be a little rude to say the real reason, "Because I think your grandson has a brain problem," and put it another way: "Well, it's too late to catch a plane."

"School is about to start, where are you going by plane now?" The old man's thirst for knowledge is quite strong.

Song Yan lied that his business was unfamiliar, and got stuck for a while.

Xia Zhiye's friendly reminder: "Madagascar."

Song Yan: "Well, the motor..."

Reached halfway, reacted, horse your dad's up.

But Grandma Liu has already asked: "What is the horse?"

Song Yan bite the bullet: "Madagascar."

"Da what?"

"Madagascar."

"What's the horse?"

"..."

Xia Zhiye, who was watching the play on the side, finally couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud: "Okay, grandma, if you don't understand, don't ask, or you will miss the opportunity when you turn around, and you will lose ten thousand pieces."

"Oh yo. Then I won't waste your time. You are busy with your work. Remember to report to Ono's safety when you arrive at that Ma Shida."

The old man looked serious.

There was a low laugh from Xia Zhiye.

Song Yan didn't speak, opened the umbrella to block his coffin face, and walked straight out the door.

He was afraid that if he stayed for another second, violence and bloodshed would happen here.

However, the ominous voice in the door somehow caught up: "Oh, by the way, if you go to Madagascar, you should pass by the door of No. , or you will get lost. See you later."

"..."

Song Yan felt that it was best not to see each other again, otherwise the two of them would have to be separated by then.

Although I don't know how Xia Zhiye knew that he was going to the dormitory of No. 3 Middle School, but thanks to his reminder, Song Yan quickly found a place this time.

After finishing the formalities, I went to get the keys, and the dormitory aunt wearing instant noodles was beaming: "I tell you, you are lucky this time, there is only one person in the dormitory assigned, and the boy is especially fond of cleanliness."

Song Yan pressed the room number on the key to find the door of the innermost room on the sixth floor. When he pushed it open, he found that it was much cleaner than the boys' dormitory he had imagined.

On the right side are the cabinets and desks.

On the left are two bunks.

One of them was neatly packed with luggage, basketball shoes, and an acoustic guitar, while the other had a flat bottom bunk, a square quilt, and an empty top bunk.

Song Yan didn't want to touch other people's things, so he chose this top bunk.

After finishing the scribbles, took a photo and sent it to Qin Qing to report safety.

Reply soon.

[Aunt Tan]: Go eat soon after you've packed up, don't forget to go to school at two o'clock in the afternoon. After all the formalities are completed, just report to the head teacher.

[Aunt Tan]: I heard Director Liu say that your class teacher this time is a young female teacher. She is beautiful and has a good personality. Don't make people angry.

Song Yan pondered how he could make people angry because he has always been someone who doesn't offend me or offenders.

By name?

However, Liu Deqing did not lie.

This time the new head teacher is indeed young and beautiful, with a good personality, baby face, big eyes, and two dimples when he smiles: "My name is Ruan Tian, ​​I'm the English teacher of Class 2 and 1, and also your head teacher. I heard that you transferred from Beijing. come?"

"Yeah." Song Yan stood at the door of the classroom, hooked the strap of her schoolbag, drooping her eyelids, and responded.

It's not that he's rude.

It's just that he is 1.81 meters and Ruan Tian is 1.58 meters. He can't see her like this.

Ruan Tian raised his neck: "I know that your school has a 98% re-entry rate. Your grades have always been pretty good, but it seems that you didn't go to class for half of the last semester?"

"Get ill."

"Ow...that's it..."

Ruan Tian seemed worried.

Song Yan added without emotion: "I can keep up with the progress."

Ruan Tian's worried expression disappeared instantly, and he smiled: "Well, the teacher believes you can do it, so just sit there."

She pointed to the corner of the last row of the classroom by the window: "It's just right to form a one-on-one mutual help group with you at the same table to make progress together."

Different from the single table in the original school, the third middle school uses a table for two people.

Song Yan neither likes the close relationship at the same table, nor the stupid one-on-one relationship with each other, but she can't speak out with the signature smile of Ruan Tian's morning drama heroine, so she is silent with her schoolbag on her back. walked over.

Quan didn't see the uproar and whispers in the classroom, so he tucked his schoolbag into the table beside the window, put on his headphones, and lay down on the table to make up for sleep.

The phone kept ringing.

Song got up irritably, took out his phone, and saw Shen Jiayan's idiot's name kept popping up on the screen.

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: In?

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Forget it, it doesn't matter if you are here or not.

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: As your best brother, I have something to say today. You have a really bad temper. You have a dead face all day long, hang up the phone at every turn, make provocative words, ignore you, and get beaten to death every minute outside.

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: So I took your horoscope to find the master to do the math, and found out that you really committed Tai Sui in Nanwu, and you are about to suffer a catastrophe, ranging from physical and mental humiliation to loss of freedom.

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: So for your safety, your best brother, I, used all the knowledge of the Internet to collect the list of dangerous people in Nanwu III, please stay away from them and come back to us alive great capital.

[Sweet little milkberry in the world]: target person.xsl

"..."

Why does someone always want to refresh the lower limit of his cognition of idiots.

With the mentality of seeing what kind of demon Shen Jiayan could be, Song Yan opened the form.

[Dangerous Person No. 1]: Liu Yue, it is said that he is a sports committee member and a muscular man. Thieves like to fight and have a very poor reputation.

[Dangerous Person No. 2]: Lin Yiling is said to be a beautiful woman who likes to smoke, drink, burn her head, skip classes and play with teenage feelings.

[Dangerous Person No. 3]:  …

Before had time to read it, Shen Jiayan's new message was sent again.

[Sweet little milkberry in the world]: Have you read that form?

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: It doesn't matter if you haven't read it, just focus on the last one, just the bad boy who has been in the underworld for many years.

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: It is said that he is a 2-meter big macho. He once had a glorious record of picking all the opponents into the hospital in a one-to-six result. He was given the nickname Three Middle and Small Overlord, and he was also a super invincible sea king. Post it at least There are more than forty girlfriends of his, which is simply outrageous!

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: But what is his name, you wait for me to find it.

Before Shen Jiayan could find out that person's name, Song Yan felt a darkness in front of him, and seemed to be engulfed in a shadow.

Look up.

He saw Ruan Tian and another person he didn't want to see standing side by side in front of him.

"Song Yan, this is your new roommate and your CP. You must get along well and make progress together in the future."

After Ruan Tian finished speaking, he stepped on the small high heel and walked away.

The rest of his new tablemate stood under the incandescent lamp, with red lips and white teeth, slightly curved eyebrows, and a bright smile: "This classmate Song Daxi from Madagascar, long time no see."

Song Daxi, a classmate from Madagascar, gave him a numb look, and then looked numbly at the new message sent by Shen Jiayan:

[Xiaoyan, I found out that the two-meter sturdy big king is called Xia Zhiye, you can keep this name for me and keep it as far away from him as possible! Do you hear me! ]

Then he typed out a line of words with no expression on his face.

[YAN]: It should be not far away.

[Sweet little milkberry in the world]: ?

[YAN]: He and I will soon be without one.

[Sweet little milkberry in the world]: ? ? ?