Song Yan's own review was not much better.

"To sum up, Xia Zhiye from our school is out of the kindness of helping others, solidarity and fraternity, so he has no intention of being late and accidentally lost his math homework, and will make up all of it tomorrow.

In my class, Mr. Luo Wei didn't listen to the reasons, didn't believe in the students, disregarded his injuries, and punished him in public. He didn't have the qualities and qualities that an outstanding people's teacher should have in the context of contemporary quality education.

Therefore, will give suggestions and feedback, and hope that Mr. Luo Wei will correct his mistakes and encourage him to move forward.

The feedback was Song Yan, and the review was completed. "

After listening to this review, the classroom was silent.

The old man over fifty years old trembled with anger, pointed at Song Yan, trembling for a long time, but he didn't utter a single word.

It was Xia Zhiye who was considerate, and said, "Lao Luo, don't worry, let's talk slowly, it's not bad to apologize at this moment."

Luo Lao was almost pushed straight by him.

In the end, the class representative and the monitor were forcibly brought back to the office, which prevented a tragedy.

The rest of the classroom was roaring.

"The new classmates are awesome!"

"If you can make Lao Lao angry like this, you are the only one besides me, Master Xia. Let me call you a disgusting brother from now on."

"I'm going to print out this review and recite it over and over again."

"I hate brother, this is also a hero of beauty rescue, right?"

Song Yan felt that there was something wrong with the brain circuits of this group of people.

Xia Zhiye never thought that his extremely beautiful and delicate review could actually look reliable and normal under Song Yan's background. It seems that his status as the leader in the review of literature is about to be lost.

The chair tilted back, turned his head to look at Song Yan, his eyebrows slightly curved: "Why, our brother Yan is feeling sorry for me?"

His voice was loose and hoarse, with a smile on his face, which sounded a bit like a scumbag.

Song Yan indifferently immersed himself in the paperwork: "I think too much, I'm just upholding justice."

Xia Zhiye said with a "tsk", "I thought you were so angry that you were arrogant."

"Look in the mirror, what kind of beauty are you?"

"Am I not counted?"

Xia Zhiye really didn't know where to take out a mirror, put it in front of him, stroked a handful of hair back, revealing a full and smooth forehead and three-dimensional delicate facial features, and looked left and right.

"I think I'm pretty good. Look at this little face, look at those big eyes, and look at this high nose bridge. You said that if I go to a rich woman, my monthly salary will be at least..."

Snapped

A thick hard-shell notebook was smashed in front of Xia Zhiye, violently interrupting the speech behind him.

"what is this?"

Xia Zhiye dropped the mirror, picked up the notebook, and flipped through it.

Song Yan looked indifferent: "The summary of key knowledge left over from the last Beijing college entrance examination champion."

"What for me?"

"Memorize the first forty pages within a month."

"Why are you carrying it?"

"Because knowledge changes destiny."

"Change what fate?"

"Change your fate of going to sea and selling yourself as a duck."

"...Look, you said you didn't feel bad for me."

"..."

Snapped

Song Yan finally couldn't hold back and slapped Xia Zhiye on the head.

In middle school, apart from the answers to the exam papers and the notebooks of the masters, rumors must have spread the fastest.

When it was time for lunch, the entire sophomore year of high school had already heard about a class of newly transferred rich second-generation handsome Bi, who was injured in a gang fight on the first day of school, and also made the teacher angry for maintaining the school's dominance. A half-dead glorious deed.

Zhou Ziqiu gave a thumbs up: "As expected of Mr. Xia's victim, this way is really in the same line, and the review was written so dangerously."

Xia Zhiye didn't even look at him: "If Song Yan hears this, you may not live tomorrow."

As he said, he took out the lunch box and handed it to the auntie in the cafeteria: "A large portion of sweet and sour pork, a large portion of winter melon ribs, a large portion of pig trotters, and a large portion of chicken thighs."

Shang Huai couldn't help but say, "Master Xia, are you feeding Song Yan or pigs?"

Xia Zhiye: "Have you ever seen such a thin pig?"

Shang Huai: "That's not true."

"That's okay, it's called making up for what you eat." Xia Zhiye took back the lunch box, "Okay, eat your food quickly, I have something to do during my lunch break, and if you have nothing to do, go to the first shift to see if Song Yan has anything wrong. Convenient, help."

"Okay, no problem, but you won't eat with us?" Shang Huai asked.

Xia Zhiye: "What to eat with you, Song Yan is still waiting for me in the classroom."

After speaking, he took the lunch box and left without looking back.

The rest Shang Huai turned to look at Zhou Ziqiu blankly: "Old Zhou, why do I feel like I'm about to fall out of favor."

Zhou Ziqiu patted his head lovingly: "Don't worry, business man, you have been thinking too much, you have never been favored at all, so don't try to argue with Song Meiren."

"But he's only known the boss for a day!"

"Who makes the parents look good and the people are arrogant?"

"..."

"Look at you again, what else will you do besides playing games to give people away?"

"You're right, I really can't compare to that little goblin."

Shang Huai took a big mouthful of rice with resentment.

And Little Fairy Song, who was far away in the classroom waiting to be fed, didn't know anything about it and sneezed innocently.

Xia Zhiye left the school by himself after having lunch with Song Yan.

"Boss, choose a bicycle, which is convenient for taking people."

The business of bicycle shops is not very prosperous these days. At noon, a guest suddenly came, and the boss didn't even bother to eat.

As soon as I went out, I found that it was a handsome and tall guy in a school uniform, and greeted me with a smile: "Is it bought to carry your girlfriend?"

Xia Zhiye felt that it would be a bit troublesome to explain if he said that a big man came to buy a bicycle just to carry another big man.

He didn't answer, just said: "Choose a more stable one, the back seat is more comfortable, and the price is not a problem."

"Okay, no problem, I'll take care of this." The boss said as he entered the shop, and soon launched a brand-new bicycle, "How do you like this?"

Xia Zhiye glanced at the old-fashioned dark body frame: "It's too ordinary."

The boss launched another gray one: "What about this one?"

"It's still too ordinary."

The boss didn't want to understand how a bicycle could be unusual.

Xia Zhiye glanced around the store and pointed to the corner: "How do you sell this car?"

"Oh, little handsome guy, you have such a good eye. Now the little girls like this the most. The original price is 1200, you have to buy it sincerely, even if it is 980, I will refit you a car mat for free, so that you can sit and keep it soft and comfortable. How?"

"Okay." Xia Zhiye thought for a while, then emphasized, "I want a cushion of the same color."

"Okay! No problem! Just scan the QR code at the door."

Xia Zhiye opened Alipay.

Swipe, swipe, turn the page.

Payment failed.

Seemingly guessing something, he lowered his head to open the mobile banking, and saw the words "reported loss", no surprise.

He knew that the dizzy Luo Wei was not so easy to deal with.

Liu Deqing complained to the old man in every possible way.

Sure enough, as soon as he exited the app, the old man called, and Xia Zhiye picked it up helplessly: "Hello, grandpa."

"Don't, my problem with this matter has nothing to do with Ren Songyan."

"I said, if I don't go abroad, it's useless for you to let me go back."

"If you want to report the loss, report the loss. Anyway, it's not once or twice."

"That's it, hang up, pay attention to your body."

Hanging up the phone, the boss has already refitted the mat, Xia Zhiye took out a stack of cash from the pocket of the school uniform, counted it, no more or no less, exactly ten pink ones, and handed it to the boss: "Cash, okay?"

"Okay, here, I'll find you twenty. Let's see how the mat is."

"Very good, thank you boss."

Xia Zhiye lifted his long legs and stepped onto the bicycle.

A flyer handing out a doll happened to pass by: "Sir, do you want to know about the financial management business?"

It's not easy to wear such a heavy doll suit on such a sultry day, Xia Zhiye thought, and took it without looking at it, then stuffed it into his trouser pocket and rode his bike back to school.

Song Yan has always been a person who doesn't mind his own business and doesn't care about what Xia Zhiye did during his lunch break.

After school in the afternoon, took out mobile phone and prepared to take a taxi, but heard a lot of noise in the classroom.

At a glance, a group of boys wearing basketball jerseys were coming back from outside the classroom.

The person next to him also said "Brother Yue", and he seemed to be a stupid leader of some kind of stupid middle school student organization similar to "Six Middle School Seven Wolves".

The younger brother next to the leader boasted: "Brother Yue, these new shoes are good, the joint name of AJ and DIOR"

The person called Brother Yue raised his foot shyly: "Okay, there are hip-hop styles in China, and my mother just brought them back from abroad."

"Fuck, that's going to cost a lot of money."

"Nonsense, four or five thousand, don't touch it, you will pay if you touch it?"

Hearing this, Xia Zhiye, who was held down by Song Yan on the seat and was not allowed to leave until he finished writing the whole set of papers, suddenly laughed.

Liu Yue looked over with laughter and frowned dissatisfiedly: "Xia Zhiye, what are you laughing at?"

"No laughing." Xia Zhiye continued to count the force of the magnetic field, "I just think it's a little fake."

This sentence seemed to touch a certain nerve point of Liu Yue, and he immediately asked loudly: "You made it clear, what is false?"

"The question of the application question is fake, or what else could it be?" Xia Zhiye didn't lift his head, his tone was half-smiling, making people unable to guess what it meant.

Liu Yue scolded bad luck in his heart. When he turned around, he happened to bump into the son of the proprietress of the stall, and took advantage of the situation to express his anger: "Zhang Mianmian, why don't you pay?"

Shivering face-to-face: "I, I handed it over..."

"What you paid today is the class fee, but what you didn't pay is the printing fee for the materials at the end of last semester. It's been a summer vacation, and you still can't make up 30 yuan?"

"I, I forgot to bring it, tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow, it's tomorrow again. When did you say that tomorrow is really tomorrow? Look at how poor you are, and look at your poor grades. Let's go to work early to earn money. What kind of school do you go to?"

Snapped

The pen is on the table.

Xia Zhiye lay back and leaned back on the back of the chair: "What's the noise, I'll help him..."

Yes.

Halfway through the sentence, I remembered that my entire net worth is only twenty, and my voice paused. I was thinking about how to solve it, and a wallet was thrown on the table in front of me.

The owner of the wallet said coldly with that pretty little stinky face: "Can you fucking stop leaving things here with me?"

"Okay, pay attention next time." Xia Zhiye smiled and understood, took Song Yan's wallet very naturally, took out thirty yuan, and pushed it in front of Liu Yue, "Come on, put it away, don't drop it."

Liu Yue couldn't find an excuse to get angry again, so he could only grab the money and leave.

When he turned around and passed by Zhang Mianmian, he sneered coldly: "Okay, don't be so wronged and cowardly, I'm talking for your own good, you poor grades and bad grades, what's the point of going to school?"

Where did the inexplicable sense of superiority come from.

Xia Zhiye turned his fingertips and pinched the pen holder on the table, and was about to speak when Song Yan, who was next to him, said coldly: "I take the liberty to ask, how much did you pay for these shoes on your feet?"

Liu Yue turned around and said, "Forty-eight, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Song Yan showed no emotion, "I just wanted to remind you that Lingtang may have been deceived."

"?"

"There are at most 300 counterfeit goods on your feet in the Taobao store."

"..."

The classroom was silent for a while.

Liu Yue slammed the basketball in his hand on the ground: "Song Yan, what the fuck do you mean? You can eat rice indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, understand?"

The younger brothers beside him also began to agree.

"Yes, why do you say that Brother Yue's shoes are fake?"

"Our brother Yue is a goddamn international trader, can he buy fake shoes?"

"That's right, it's like you've seen it before."

Young Master Song didn't like talking nonsense with fools, so he took out his mobile phone, clicked a few times, and threw it in front of them.

There is nothing else on the screen, just the order page of the regular sneaker trading platform.

Orderer: Song Yan

Payment amount: 49899

Payment time: 8:00 on January 17, 2020

People bought the real thing as early as half a year ago. If there is an order and evidence, it must not be fake.

And looking at the physical map, and then looking at the shoes on Liu Yue's feet, always feel that although they look exactly the same, they just feel that something is wrong, but if they really want to say what's wrong, they can't tell.

It wasn't until Song Yansi said a thousand pounds: "The side jacquard material."

All the talents suddenly realized: "So it is..."

You're so fucked up, you can see it's a fart.

Liu Yue's face was extremely ugly.

Song Yan took back the phone and said indifferently, "If Lingtang bought it through formal channels, you can use a small ticket to protect your rights when you buy a fake. If you're not familiar with the process, I can help you."

It sounded like he was speaking for Liu Yue, indicating that he did not necessarily buy fakes on purpose, but that he might have been deceived.

But this is a Taobao A product, where does Liu Yue go to find a formal way to get a small ticket?

And it cost more than 1,000 yuan to buy it anyway, how could this person see through it at a glance?

Liu Yue gritted his teeth, it shouldn't be, shouldn't and shouldn't be.

Just embarrassed, Song Yan added lightly: "But these shoes are not easy to match with clothes, and I haven't worn them. If you like them, I will give them to you. It's not a rare thing anyway."

Very coercive.

But Song Yan sat there coldly and said this with no expression on his face, it seemed natural.

It also seems that Liu Yue's baby's own shoes have become more and more funny.

Those who usually dislike Liu Yue have begun to cover their mouths and whisper, and occasionally make a little sneer.

Liu Yue has always loved face the most, and when he has lost such a person, he is unreasonable.

He could only grit his teeth and sneer: "No, you're right, it's not a rare thing anyway. If you are cheated of tens of thousands of dollars, you will be cheated. It's no big deal."

After speaking, he kicked the basketball at his feet vigorously, slammed the door and left, and a few younger brothers hurriedly followed, leaving the classroom in an uproar and whispers.

Xia Zhiye has always stood up for others. It was rare for someone to stand up for him. He felt very good. He turned to his side, supported his head, and said with a smile, "Song Daxi, you really feel bad for me."

Song Daxi was too lazy to pay attention to him: "I just can't stand the barking of dogs."

"Oh, that's it." Xia Zhiye nodded, "Then why did you lend me your wallet?"

"..."

Song Yan picked up his schoolbag, stood up, and walked straight past Xia Zhiye, seemingly not planning to answer this question, and planning to jump back to the dormitory with one foot.

The ambition is good, but the reality is cruel.

He almost stumbled and fell without jumping two steps.

Xia Zhiye hurriedly put his arms around his waist and grabbed the lame man back: "I'm just joking, why are you so arrogant."

Song Yan had a cold face and tried to break his hand.

Xia Zhiye was afraid that he would fall, so he could only tighten his hands, and by the way, he smiled and coaxed: "Xingxingxing, you don't feel bad for me, I feel bad for you, and I prepared a surprise for you."

Song Yan raised her eyes.

Xia Zhiye blinked lightly: "Big surprise."

He has the shape of eyes that are hooked inward and warped outwards, with slightly raised eye tails and long and dense eyelashes.

So three minutes later, the bike shed.

Song Yan looked at the bike that won blingbling phosphor: "..."

Fuck you big surprise.

Believe in Xia Zhiye again, he is a purebred idiot.