Either he kills himself with dignity.

Or Xia Zhi savage will die.

After all, if the idiots who made up Madagascar's nonsense were to see the light of day, he and Xia Zhiye would have to have no one.

Before this, Song Yan acted as if he had never seen this person before, turned off the phone, threw it into the table, took out a paper, and left his new tablemate a cold and ruthless profile.

His little roommate at the same table looks pretty, but he has a bad temper.

Xia Zhiye silently curled the corner of his lower lip, didn't say much, pulled out the chair by the aisle and sat down, and said to the front table, "Let me copy the homework."

"Okay!" The fat man in the front row respectfully took out a stack of papers, "Which subject do you favor first, Your Majesty?"

"Which subject should you submit first?"

"British gentleman."

"That's it."

"Got it!"

The two of them sang and reconciled, and they were familiar with each other. They didn't do this much when they saw it.

Song Yan glanced at it and felt that the mentally handicapped activities of gang-one probably couldn't help this little bully of the third middle school.

As a result, Xia Zhiye just happened to grab the bag at this sight, his head tilted, and the corner of his lips twitched: "What, do you think your desk thief is fucking handsome?"

Song Yan indifferently crossed the test paper with a red pen: "I just think it's rare for a social brother like you to copy homework."

Xia Zhiye pondered the title of "Society Brother" and chuckled: "After all, we love our line of work, and we, as students, can't let the teacher lose face, do you think this is the truth?"

Sounds pretty proud.

Song Yan almost gave him a little red flower.

It seems that although Shen Jiayan's report on a dangerous person is very nonsense, at least one thing is right - as far as you can get away from this Xia Zhiye.

After all, it is well known that neuropathy has the phenomenon of human-to-human transmission.

He didn't want to break his head at a young age.

Generally speaking, students will be left to make up homework in the afternoon of the first day of school. Although Nanwu No. 3 Middle School has a low enrollment rate, there is a lot of homework.

All afternoon, Xia Zhiye, who was busy giving face to the teacher, was basically honest and quiet.

Song Yan also took out the papers sent to him by Shen Jiayan and made a set.

Just after finishing, Ruan Tian appeared at the door of the classroom: "Classmates, let me inform you of a few things."

Everyone was busy making up their homework, and no one paid her any attention.

Ruan Tian seemed to be used to it, and stood on the podium: "The first thing is to collect the class fee tomorrow morning, 80, and hand it over to the sports committee. The second thing is that I have two good news, which one do you listen to first? ?"

Still no one cares about her.

"Then let's talk about the general good news first. Because this supplementary class will continue until the start of the semester in September, and there will be no holidays in the middle, so in order to reduce everyone's burden, the school has decided to start from today to September 1, all seniors do not need to Attend morning and evening self-study."

A brief silence.

"Fuck! I heard right! The school is finally a person?!"

"Tianmei is the most beautiful! Long live Tianmei!"

"Miss Tian, ​​what's the unusual good news?"

The originally lifeless classroom suddenly came to life.

Ruan Tian smiled sweetly: "The good news is that at the end of the month, we will jointly hold a grand and grand examination with No. 5, No. 8, No. 11, and No. 24."

The people who had just come back to life died in an instant.

"Hey, don't do this." Ruan Tian added, "In order to encourage everyone's enthusiasm this time, the school has specially allocated a small amount of Lifu Scholarship to reward the students with the top ten overall rankings and the most advanced students in this joint entrance examination. , everyone, be positive."

People died more thoroughly.

I don't blame them for this. The quality of teaching in No. 3 middle school is here. Except for the unprecedented number of places last year, the top ten in the joint entrance examination are divided up by No. 5 and No. 11 middle schools every year, so how many scholarships are allocated is a matter of concern. what's the matter with them.

As for the Progress Award, everyone has a certain idea of ​​what they did during the summer vacation. If you don't step back, you will be generous to the Buddha. How dare you commit greed, hatred, and delusion again.

Ruan Tian was helpless: "Forget it, you can figure it out for yourself. That's all for today's self-study. Tomorrow morning, the teachers of each subject will check the homework on time, and make up everything that needs to be completed. The English homework that is really too late will be put at the end. Listen to Are you there yet?"

"heard it……"

"Look at how dead you are. School."

"Oh yeah! Dinner! Go ahead!"

The classroom was instantly empty, leaving only Ruan Tian at the front and Song Yanxia Zhiye at the back.

Xia Zhiye rejected four or five people's dinner invitations, and turned to Song Yan: "This foreign friend from Madagascar, how about I invite you to dinner?"

Song Yan calmly packed her schoolbag: "If you mention these five words again, I don't mind picking off your tongue and couriering it to a cactus in the middle of the Madagascar desert to be baptized by the scorching sun for seven days and seven nights."

"..."

Obviously, no one dares to talk like this to Brother Society, and Xia Zhiye's expression was a little shocked.

"So please let it go."

Song Yan stood up with her schoolbag in her hand, and looked down at the little bully of the third middle school next to her, with a cool expression of "I can't guarantee you will do anything if you provoke me again."

Xia Zhiye raised his head slightly, looked at him for three seconds, and then slowly spit out four words: "You are so fierce."

Song Yan: "..."

Oh mom, fists are hard.

Just as he was about to throw Xia Zhiye, who was blocking the exit of the seat, together with his chair, Ruan Tian on the podium said, "Why don't you two leave?"

Xia Zhiye turned around and said in a loose tone, "Teacher Reporter, classmate Song Yan helped me a lot this morning, so I want to invite him to dinner to express my gratitude."

"That's it." Ruan Tian looked suddenly enlightened, "Then Song Yan, let's hurry up, just to take the opportunity to connect with each other, build a good relationship, and cultivate tacit understanding. The results of the joint entrance examination are all up to you, come on!"

Song Yan: "..."

Who the hell wants to get in touch with this idiot.

Unable to bear Ruan Tian personally accompany them out of the school gate, Song Yan could only respond with a paralyzed face.

The old street in the evening looks more pleasing than in the morning.

Although it was just as noisy and crowded, the lights were lit up in every shop, and the barbecue lobster stalls were also full. When the ingredients came out of the pot, there was oily smoke, and the air was instantly filled with the smell of various peppers and spices. His laughter and scolding all looked lively and lovely.

Xia Zhiye asked, "You probably haven't eaten at this kind of place before."

Song Yan didn't answer.

Because he really has never been to such a place to eat.

Although his mother died early and his father didn't want to see him, in terms of material life, he has been living a prosperous life since he can remember, especially as Song Minghai's business grew bigger and bigger, he was in the imperial court. Chenggenxia can also be regarded as a real rich second generation.

It's not that he doesn't like this kind of place, it's just that he simply has no chance.

Looking at his expression, Xia Zhiye guessed that he was close to ten, and put him on his shoulder lazily: "Okay, then I'll treat you to a feast today, so that you can see what a master is among the people."

The next second, the paw was slapped hard: "Don't fuck with your feet."

"Everyone is a brother, what's wrong with hugging?"

"Who the fuck is your brother."

"We fought together, got in the rain together, and saw our parents lie together. Isn't that called a brother?"

"..."

Song Yan was unable to refute for a while.

So the brother took him back and forth between the crowds and the old streets, twisting and turning, uphill and downhill.

Finally, he stopped in front of a small cart hidden in the corner of the street: "Auntie, here are two large bowls of pea mixed noodles, and another large serving of wolf tooth potatoes."

Song Yan: "?"

If he read it right, this small cart is at most one meter wide, with a coal-burning stove next to it, a pot on the stove, two folding tables and a few small horses, and then there is no more. .

Song Yan: "Feast?"

Xia Zhiye: "Is this bowl big enough?"

Song Yan: "..."

It's quite big, almost as big as Song Yan's face.

The sauerkraut is also thickly spread, the chili oil is red, and the wolf tooth potato is fried to a crisp yellow, sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, and it smells extraordinarily fragrant.

The woman selling noodles was a little out of shape, and her eyes looked a little abrupt. When he brought up his face, he kept gesturing at Xia Zhiye with a gesture, and his face was filled with a simple, honest and happy smile.

Xia Zhiye gave her the money, but she was reluctant to ask for it, so she pushed it back desperately. In the end, Xia Zhiye said, "I won't come again if you do this again," so she accepted it reluctantly and continued to entertain other guests.

Song Yan had already wiped the table and chairs back and forth three times with a tissue in advance.

"Pay attention." Xia Zhiye threw his schoolbag on the ground at will, broke open the double disposable chopsticks and handed it to Song Yan, "Try it."

Song Yan really couldn't understand the behavior of this person taking him around for a long time, just to come here to eat a bowl of small noodles that might not even have a business license.

But it's not so hypocritical enough to play the eldest young master's temper.

I took the chopsticks and took a bite. The noodles were firm and smooth, and the sambal was just right. It tasted really good.

However, although it was delicious, it was not delicious enough to be worth walking for more than ten minutes to take a bite, so he felt that Xia Zhiye was more or less wrong, and he just wanted to finish the meal quickly and leave.

However, there is an idiom in the world called backfire.

At the same time, there is another idiom in the world called Enemy Road Narrow.

The two were sitting in the corner behind the cart near the edge of the steps, eating their noodles, when a familiar voice smashed over in a very unpleasant manner.

"Yo, Madam Boss, business has been good recently."

"Um, uh, uh."

"Stop gesturing, we can't understand it again, just take out the money."

"No no no!"

"What are you yelling about, you opened this noodle stall to get a lot of honor from our boss? Otherwise, you are a dumb woman, can you drive it? You are still not happy to charge you a little protection fee, do you understand... Who the hell threw the chopsticks!"

"Sorry, slippery."

Xia Zhiye wiped his hands, turned around, raised his eyes slightly, and stared at the other party, looking sloppy and not easy to provoke.

The group of feather dusters who were still arrogant and domineering were stunned.

After three seconds.

"Fuck! Xia Zhiye! How the hell are you everywhere!"

The red-haired chicken was close to collapse, and phantom pain began to appear in an unspeakable part.

Xia Zhiye replied seriously, "Maybe this is fate."

"It's your mother's part!" The red-haired chicken held a knife, pointed at them, and roared aggressively, "I won't bother with you about this morning, this time has nothing to do with you, so just stay out of your business, Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

If he hadn't seen how these people fled in the morning, Song Yan might have been really frightened.

But that scene was so impressive that didn't even feel nervous or scared at all, just put down chopsticks indifferently, took out mobile phone, and prepared to call 110.

But Xia Zhiye held his wrist.

Song Yan raised his eyelids: "Now is a society ruled by law."

Xia Zhiye looked affectionate: "I know. But this stall doesn't have a business license."

Song Yan: "..."

There's no fucking business license.

If this is reported to the police, I am afraid that it will be served with the pot and the pot, which will basically cut off the life of this dumb woman.

Song Yan couldn't do such a thing.

So he changed Shen Jiayan's note to 110 without changing his face, and then dialed: "Hello, 110, I'll call the police."

Shen Jiayan on the other end of the phone: "?"

The feather duster on the other end of the phone: "??"

"Brother! He actually called the police!"

"Young people simply don't talk about martial arts!"

One of the feather dusters who had reacted rushed up and was about to grab Song Yan's phone.

Song Yan reacted very quickly, holding up the phone and stepping back.

However, his foot accidentally stepped on the edge of the step, his ankle folded down, and he took in a breath of cold air and changed his face.

Seeing this, Xia Zhiye stood up without saying a word, grabbed Maza and smashed the head of the man who was trying to grab the phone.

With a muffled sound, the man fell to the ground with his head covered in pain.

Xia Zhiye stood beside him, glanced from the end of his eyes, and swept to the others: "Are you still coming?"

The blood dripped down the maza in his hand, lining his thin and thin knuckles, which was a little shocking.

other people:"……"

dare not come.

"If you don't dare to come, hurry up and leave before you tell the police the specific address, otherwise it won't be so easy to pass up." The young man's voice was loose and lazy, but it was not difficult to hear the coldness in it.

Different from the sloppy attitude in every fight before, this time Xia Zhiye seemed to be a little bit more genuine.

Coupled with the fact that there are many people passing by at the moment, it is not good for them to make a big fuss. The red-haired chicken weighed it for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "I'll let you go today, I'll talk about the account later, brothers, go."

A group of people quickly disappeared into the noisy street.

Xia Zhiye threw away Maza, walked to Song Yan and squatted down, reaching out to roll Song Yan's trouser legs, Song Yan wanted to avoid it, but Xia Zhiye easily grabbed his ankle with one hand.

The juvenile's too thin bones were in the palm of his hand, giving him a sense of brittleness.

Xia Zhiye gently stroked his fingertips: "It's swollen, I'll take you to the hospital."

Song Yan pulled out her ankle: "No, I'll go by myself."

Xia Zhiye looked up at him: "How do you get there yourself?"

"Take a taxi."

"What kind of taxi do you think can drive in here?"

"..."

Seeing the eldest young master's downcast face, Xia Zhiye couldn't help but chuckle: "Don't worry, little classmate, I will be responsible for you. So you choose to carry a baby or a princess?"

Song Yan looked indifferent: "I choose to die."

Such a beautiful little classmate, it is impossible to die, Song Yan was forcibly carried by Xia Zhiye to the side of the road and took a taxi to the hospital.

It was late at night when we got back to the dormitory.

As soon as the auntie in the dormitory saw Song Yan's plastered leg, she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh, how did this happen? It doesn't matter."

Song Yan leaned on crutches: "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

It really doesn't matter, it's just a sprained ankle ligament, it's not serious, just put on a plaster cast, recuperate for two weeks, and then take some anti-swelling and anti-inflammatory drugs.

It's just that once this kind of beautiful, fair and clean eldest young master is injured, it will be very painful. Seeing the aunt is very sad, she looks at Xia Zhiye with a look of complaining about a scumbag: "Is it true again? What did you do?"

Xia Zhiye didn't hesitate: "Well, my question."

Auntie got a lot of energy: "I knew it! Let me tell you, it doesn't matter if you are crazy at ordinary times, but don't provoke new classmates, okay? But since something has happened now, as a boy, you must be responsible and take good care of others. , do you know?"

Xia Zhiye nodded: "Auntie, don't worry, I will be responsible for Song Yan."

Auntie was a little more satisfied: "It's almost the same. Then you go back to your room to rest, go to bed early at night, don't toss until the middle of the night just because you are young, do you hear?"

Xia Zhiye nodded again: "Well, I see, I won't toss him at night."

Auntie looked at Song Yan again: "How about you?"

Song Yan: "..."

I don't know why this conversation became more and more wrong the more he listened, so he didn't really want to participate.

But his aunt's love obviously couldn't be resisted, so he could only bite the bullet: "I heard it."

Auntie finally left satisfied.

Xia Zhiye tilted his head to look at Song Yan, smiling ambiguous and lazy: "Come on, classmate Song Yan, in order to be responsible for you, I will carry you up?"

Song Yan sent him a cold word: "Go away."

Then, leaning on crutches, he prepared to climb to the insurmountable peak on the sixth floor of the dormitory of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School by his own efforts.

However, in the first step of climbing, the old wooden crutches of the hospital shattered with a sound of "squeeze".

Song Yan: "..."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

The latter couldn't help laughing out loud: "Okay, I won't tease you. Which room, I'll help you up.

The former threw away the cane with a blank expression: "616."

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "The room number is not bad, it's auspicious."

Lucky ghost.

If it's really auspicious, it won't be so unlucky.

With a stinky face like a concubine, Song Yan took the arm handed over by Xia Zhiye, and limped to the sixth floor with her strength.

It stands to reason that he doesn't think Xia Zhiye is to blame for this.

After all, they were just treating themselves to a meal, and they didn't expect to meet a gangster. When they met a gangster, it was only because they thought of calling the police that they would attract firepower and slapped their feet.

In the whole thing, there is no fault of Xia Zhiye's subjective will at all.

But Song Yan felt that he and Xia Zhiye were probably born with incompatible compatibility, otherwise they wouldn't have encountered a fight as soon as they met, and made himself a temporary disability.

What's more, this person has some problems with his mind.

So out of the instinct to cherish life and cherish IQ, Song Yan decided to stay as far away from Xia Zhiye as possible in the future.

It's better to be far away from each other.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that one day I can't help it and cause people to die.

Thinking about it, at the door of 616, Song Yan took the schoolbag from Xia Zhiye and saw off the guest indifferently: "Arrived. Thank you. Walk slowly. No delivery."

However, Xia Zhiye stood there, motionless.

Song Yan lifted her eyelids impatiently, suppressing her irritability: "You don't need to go back to sleep?"

Xia Zhiye lowered his head and looked at him: "I want to go back to sleep, but..."

"Let the fart go."

"The door is blocked."

"?"

"I can't be rough with the injured."

"..."

"So can I trouble you to let me go and let me open the noble door of 616?"

"..."

Shut up, Song Yan wanted to directly weld the door to death.