Maybe he was too unfilial to Song Minghai, so he was sent to Nanwu to accept Xia Zhiye's punishment.

After watching Xia Zhiye take out the key and skillfully open the door of 6**, and took out a student ID card with the name "Xia Zhiye" written on it from the drawer, the air around Song Yan could already greet liquefied nitrogen directly.

Xia Zhiye threw his pillow and quilt on the upper bunk, and then carried Song Yan's unpacked quilt to the lower bunk: "Your legs and feet are inconvenient, so just stay down for the time being."

Song Yan stood motionless at the door.

Xia Zhiye tilted his head: "What? Don't you want to be under me?"

Song Yan: "..."

What rubbish is this guy talking about all day long.

"I'm not used to sleeping in other people's beds."

"Oh, then you can jump up on one foot and show it to me."

"..."

Bump your mother.

Xia Zhiye smiled: "Okay, don't dislike it. I just changed the sheets and bedding today. They are new and clean."

Speaking of which, if you continue to argue, you will appear hypocritical.

But Song Yan has been a nanny who is used to serving nanny since she was a child. Even if she used to live on campus occasionally, her aunt would come to pick up and change clothes and bed sheets and quilts. Now she suddenly came to such a place where the living environment was not as good as before, and she was crippled. , do it right with him everywhere.

In any case, the quilt core refused to get into the quilt cover obediently. After tossing for a long time, the quilt core and the quilt cover were already entangled.

Song Yan lost her patience and threw it irritably, the displeasure in the corners of her eyes and brows showed the eldest young master's temper vividly.

Xia Zhiye leaned against the head of the bed and watched for a long time, and couldn't help but lower his head and smiled.

Walk over, unfold the quilt, fiddle with it a few times, pick it up and shake it, and everything becomes ironed.

Putting it on the bed, he said lazily: "If you encounter something you won't know in the future, remember to ask someone for help. The mouth is for use."

The mouth is long enough to eat.

Song Yan frowned, leaning against the wall and limping into the bathroom.

Every room in the dormitory of No. 3 Middle School has its own bathroom, which avoids Song Yan's most embarrassing and annoying things.

However, when the changed clothes were habitually intended to be thrown into the dirty laundry basket, but they were empty, the anxious mood came up again - without my aunt to collect the laundry regularly, I couldn't have to do it myself.

Song Yan was annoyed just thinking about it.

After taking a bath, rub it casually, put your personal clothes in a black garbage bag and throw them away as one-time use, and stuff them into the dust bag if they are not close to your body, and plan to take them for dry cleaning tomorrow.

Then didn't bother to dry hair, just lay on the bed and charged phone.

As soon as the phone was turned on, Shen Jiayan's WeChat and missed calls flooded in frantically, and Song Yan remembered the stubbornness of calling Shen Jiayan to the false police before.

Moving his fingertips, he replied: [It's okay]

The phone is back in seconds.

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Fuck, you scared me to death, I almost called the police, and then I thought that if something really happened, you called me, didn't you think about it, and didn't report it.

[YAN]: Okay, a little self-awareness.

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: But did you see that Xia Zhiye in the afternoon? What's up with that idiot? The legendary two-meter-tall abs, eight-pack, smoking, burning his head, chest, black dragon, and more than forty girlfriends are true or false?

Before the word "fake" was sent out, the bathroom door opened with a creak.

Song Yan looked up, just in time to see Xia Zhiye wrapped in water vapor, wiped his hair and walked out.

Just after taking a shower, she was wearing only loose grey pajama pants, her upper body was naked, her skin was healthy and fair under the light, and her superior figure with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs also showed incisively and vividly, even vaguely. About the mermaid line and neat eight-pack abs.

Wiping her hair, she found that Song Yan was looking at him, her brows raised: "Why, I am amazed by your perfect pair of ** at the same table?"

Song Yan: "..."

Surprise your dad.

With a "snap", he slapped the chandelier switch on the bed with his backhand, leaving that perfect body blind in the dark alone.

Then he turned back to Shen Jiayan with a blank face: [Really, especially the stupid one]

Although Xia Zhiye is a bit stupid, he has a good temper. He just chuckled and didn't bother with Song Yan.

And he slept well, neither snoring nor grinding his teeth nor tossing and turning, hardly making any noise.

The night before the summer heat is over, dull and slow, like a suffocating tide.

After Song Yan counted thousands of sheep, he still couldn't sleep.

Finally sat up from the bed, hopped on one foot and moved to the front of the suitcase, rummaging for the medicine.

After searching for a long time, couldn't find the familiar bottle of sleeping pills. It seems that forgot to bring it when was packing.

This medicine was imported from abroad, and he, a minor, could not buy it outside.

Thinking of this, Song Yan became increasingly annoyed and anxious.

After he came to Nanwu, he never met a person who was happy with his heart, a single thing that was pleasing to his heart.

Desperately closing the box and preparing to turn back, he happened to bump into Xia Zhiye climbing down from the upper bunk.

This person was obviously already sound asleep. After waking up, he went straight to the bathroom without opening his eyes. He didn't see Song Yan on the way, so he saved the trouble of explaining.

Song Yan went straight back to the bed, covered the quilt, and continued counting sheep.

Not counting a few, the bed behind him sank obviously, and then a heavy arm was pressed up by the warmth behind him.

"?"

Song Yan turned his head to look, just in time to meet Xia Zhiye's face that was magnified several times 365 degrees and had no dead ends.

"..."

Breathing evenly, his face is serene, like a handsome dead pig.

Song Yan ruthlessly ripped off his arm, and then slapped his face hard: "Wake up, you're on the wrong bed."

Xia Zhiye remained motionless.

Song Yan kicked again impatiently: "Wake up!"

Xia Zhiye remained motionless.

Song was disgusted and planned to push him down with the quilt, but as soon as he got up, Xia Zhiye buried his head between his neck and rubbed: "Mom, don't move, you're sleepy."

Song Yan: "..."

who is your mother.

Just throw this man down from the sixth floor.

However, it was probably because the light coming in from the window was too gentle, dazzling Xia Zhiye's long and dense eyelashes, making his entire profile soft and docile.

The fluffy head rubbed lightly against the skin between the neck, looking like a harmless and sticky big dog.

Song Yan, who had been bored for a day, suddenly felt an extremely peaceful feeling of powerlessness at that moment.

Silently watched for three seconds: "..."

Forget it, caring for animals is everyone's responsibility.

So he resigned and turned his back to Xia Zhiye and went back to the bed.

The man behind him put his arm around his waist.

Song Yan also let it go, wrapped tightly in the quilt, closed his eyes, and thought to himself, "Fuck it, sleep if you can, pull over if you can't.

The heat that was too close behind his back made him feel sticky and stuffy on the summer night, but the feeling of powerlessness and the smell of some kind of citrus shampoo slowly passed over his nerve endings, gradually numbing those irritability that belonged to the day. and troubled.

The next morning, the two were awakened by a frantic knock on the door.

Song Yan got up in a huff, frowned, pulled the quilt over her head, and continued to sleep.

Xia Zhiye got up and opened the door, and said impatiently to the two outside the door, "It's a reminder."

"How do you talk, aren't Shang Huai and I afraid that you will oversleep, be late, and be scolded by Liu Deqing again?"

"That's right, Zhou Ziqiu and I have good intentions, and it's definitely not to ask you to borrow comics early in the morning."

Xia Zhiye had been fooling around with these two people since junior high school. He knew too much about their virtues that he was too lazy to roll his eyes, so he stepped aside and said, "Go find it yourself, take it and get out."

"Okay, thank you Master Xia!"

The two broke through the door and went straight to the target, but they stopped in front of Xia Zhiye's bed-because they saw a leg exposed under Xia Zhiye's quilt.

A thin, white and straight leg.

The legs are straight and slender, the ankle bones are delicate and piercing, and the skin is lined with a dark gray sheet that gives a fragility and cold whiteness.

Zhou Ziqiu couldn't help but grieved: "Xia Zhiye, how can you do this!"

Shang Huai was angry and said, "That's right! How can you bring the girl back to the dormitory!"

"Do you know that even some literary websites do not allow minors to have sex now!"

"You're still doing such a beastly thing in real life!"

"You are simply irresponsible to each other!"

"It's still a ruthless trampling on pure love!"

The two were impassioned and stern, as if they wished to immerse Xia Zhiye in a pig cage on the spot.

Then the quilt was lifted, revealing a face that was beautiful and delicate but stinky enough to be silenced on the spot: "Who the fuck is a girl."

Shang Huai: "..."

Zhou Ziqiu: "..."

Although it is true that the face of ordinary men can't look like this, it should be a man.

They turned to look at Xia Zhiye in unison, with shocked faces: "Old Xia, how the hell are you so good at this?!"

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Song Yan: "..."

There are idiots every year, especially this year.

Xia Zhiye gave each of them a look at their heads: "Every day there is some yellow waste in my brain, this is Song Yan, a new transfer from our class, and I share a dormitory with me. I have a broken foot, so I will give up my bed. to him."

Shang Huai happened to glance at Song Yan's other leg in plaster cast, he was relieved, and patted his chest: "That's good, that's good, it scared me to death. I also thought that if you really like this, I will It's time to question the purity of our friendship for so many years."

"Go away, even if I'm crooked, I don't see you like this." Xia Zhiye kicked out the door one by one, "Remember to bring me breakfast, two servings."

After saying that, he closed the door with a bang, turned his head to Song Yan and said, "Let's go, get up and pack up and take you to school."

Although the distance between the dormitory building and the teaching building is only a few hundred meters, according to Song Yan's injury and the geographical situation of Nanwu City, it is basically enough to fly over the Luding Bridge.

In addition, the location of the dormitory was too hidden, and it was not easy to take a taxi. When the two finally arrived at the school gate, they were already 20 minutes late.

Standing at the gate of the school, Liu Deqing saw Xia Zhiye from a distance, and immediately began to shout: "Why is it you again! You are late on the first day of school, do you still take me, the dean, in your eyes? Do you still pay attention to the school rules and disciplines? Take it seriously? Review! You must write a review! Write a thousand... eh, classmate Song Yan? Why are you here too?"

"My foot is injured, Xia Zhiye helps me."

"Oh, that's it, that's all right. As for classmates, we should help each other, help each other, be united and be friendly, Xia Zhiye, yes, the teacher praised you verbally, go to class quickly."

"Okay, thank you Director Liu."

Xia Zhiye supported Song Yan and limped to the classroom.

Song Yan asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Xia Zhiye: "Nothing, I just feel that Director Liu deserves to have studied Sichuan Opera."

"?"

"It's great to change your face."

"..."

is good.

However, it was probably because Qin Qing managed well.

But unfortunately, not everyone is as good at change as Liu Deqing.

The first class in the morning was a math class. The math teacher was Luo Wei, a grumpy old man in his fifties. Seeing that the get out of class was about to be dismissed, these two talents came late, and they suddenly became angry.

No matter who was injured or not, he hung his throat, slammed the triangular board, and scolded the two for five minutes before ending with the sentence "one person, one five-hundred-character review" and put them back to their seats.

As soon as I got to the seat, before my butt was hot, I was yelled again: "Xia Zhiye! What's your summer homework!"

"Report to the teacher, it's done."

"Hand in when you're done!"

"I lost it again when I was done."

"..."

Luo Wei felt that his 30 years of working experience had been insulted, and pointed to the door: "You two, stand outside for me! Add another 500 words to the review! Don't come back before you finish writing!"

Song Yan, who was lying on the gun innocently: "?"

He decided to save him: "Teacher, I only have one leg."

"Stand on one leg for me too!"

"?"

"Have you ever learned about Golden Rooster independence?"

"..."

Okay.

The two who had just entered the classroom helped each other out again.

The scene was quite sad for a while.

Song Yan felt that Xia Zhiye didn't do his homework. After all, delinquent teenagers didn't do homework, but could he be a little more reliable when he made up nonsense, and he wouldn't make the old man so angry.

He took out the pen and notebook from his bag with a blank face, and put it on the window sill in the corridor, ready to start writing, when Xia Zhiye poked him beside him.

"If you have a fart, let it go." Song Yan didn't lift his head.

Xia Zhiye: "Borrow a pen and paper."

"and yours?"

"lost."

Song Yan raised his head and found that Xia Zhiye's shoulders were indeed empty: "Where's your schoolbag?"

"It should be at the dumping stall."

It was only then that Song Yan remembered that last night Xia Zhiye took his schoolbag in order to take him to the hospital, not Xia Zhiye's own.

So it's actually true that the homework is lost.

And if it wasn't for his foot injury, Xia Zhiye wouldn't be late this morning.

Song Yan turned her head back with a cold expression: "I'll write your share for you."

"Don't." Xia Zhiye took out a pen from his pen bag without seeing any other place, and then pulled out a piece of paper, "The handwriting is different, and Lao Luo saw it later, and he has to write another copy, so I'll do it myself. And..."

Xia Zhiye's rare seriousness.

Song Yan tilted her head: "And what?"

"Moreover, in writing the review, I think second in the whole three middle schools and no one dares to think first. If you write for me, you will definitely not be able to write my style, and it will damage my majesty in the literary world."

"..."

Song Yan swore that if he believed that Xia Zhiye would be serious again, he would be a fool.

The two of them were not interested in math class either. They stood in the corridor and hadn't finished writing the five hundred words until the class was over.

He was holding a pen and turning around, admiring the scenery of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School, someone shouted timidly behind him, "Brother Ye."

Looking back, it was a thin, small boy with big eyes.

Song Yan felt that it looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

Xia Zhiye glanced at the boy, put down the pen and paper, and said lazily, "Let's go and talk over there."

Song Yan has always adhered to the eight-character policy of "It's none of your business, it's none of my business", and has never been interested in other people's affairs, but his hearing has been very keen since he was a child, so even if he didn't want to listen, the conversation between the two inevitably fell into place. his ears.

The boy seemed to be called Zhang Mianmian, and his voice was very low: "Brother Ye, my mother told me that the group of people made trouble again last night, thanks to you."

Xia Zhiye didn't care much: "Small things."

"Oh, and also, your schoolbag fell on our noodle stand, and everything was wet. My mother said that it will be dried today and sent to school for you."

"Well, thank you auntie."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back and read first."

"Wait a minute, take the 80 yuan first."

"No, Brother Ye, I can't borrow your money anymore."

"If you want to take it, you can take it. You can pay it back to me at the beginning of next month, otherwise Liu Yue will have trouble with you if he doesn't charge for work."

"..."

"Okay, don't mother-in-law, I'll go back and write a review."

"Thank you Brother Ye."

Song Yan's knuckles slumped in place as she turned the tip of her pen.

It turned out that Xia Zhiye had to take himself to that noodle stall for dinner yesterday.

It's no wonder that this boy looks familiar. Now that he thinks about it, he looks almost like the owner of the noodle stall.

Thinking of the scene where Xia Zhiye was blocked at the door of his house by gangsters asking for debts yesterday morning, and the old man and the young orphan in that palm-sized yard, Song Yan suddenly felt that this person was not that stupid.

Although the family environment is a little more complicated, the behavior of the teenagers is a little bit, and the brain circuits are a little bit neurotic, but at least the basics are very positive.

Even Song Yan felt that if Ruan Tian insisted on letting them help each other to learn, it would be fine.

After all, knowledge changes destiny.

Xia Zhiye might still be able to rescue him.

Thinking about it, he turned his head and planned to ask Xia Zhiye what arrangements were behind him.

As a result, when he turned his head, he saw the review letter in front of Xia Zhiye, which read:

"The rain last night was as big as the day when Yiping went to Lu's house to borrow money, and my deskmate who was as sharp and beautiful as Yiping accidentally lost his thorn in the wind and rain. So as NanwuThe most handsome, upright and kind classmate in the third middle school, Xia Zhiye decided to act bravely and be a hero to save the beauty..."

Song Yiping, who accidentally lost her thorn and was rescued by a hero: "..."

He felt that he might have been possessed by Grandma Qiongyao thirty seconds ago before he felt that Xia Zhiye could be saved.

After all, knowledge can change destiny, but it cannot create medical miracles.