When Xia Zhiye returned to the dormitory, there was a box full of fried pork liver on the table, steaming hot.

He looked down at the black, red, black and red pig liver, and then looked up at Song Yan, who was cold and white.

I always feel that these two things should not appear at the same time.

After all, Song Yan looks like a fairy, so it doesn't matter if she doesn't fast.

And was there such a thing on the table before?

How could he not remember.

Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan.

Song Yan sat on the seat and wrote the paper, plugged her earphones, and didn't lift her head: "Remember to clear the table after eating."

The eldest young master doesn't talk much, so it's quite easy to evoke people.

Xia Zhiye lowered his head and smiled, pulled out the chair and sat down.

He actually doesn't like to eat pork liver very much, but fortunately, he is rough and not picky eater.

After eating slowly, listening to Song Yan's words, he packed up the packing box, only to find that there were many thick stacks of A4 paper on the table.

The printing is neat, the binding is exquisite, and three big characters are written on the cover - Xia Zhiye.

The writing is sharp and the structure is clear.

She looks exactly as beautiful as Song Yan.

Xia Zhiye tapped twice with his fingertips: "What is this."

Song Yan still didn't lift his head: "Basic knowledge points and classic error-prone questions."

Xia Zhiye didn't understand: "What are you doing for me?"

Song Yan: "I'm not in a hurry to read the notes I gave you before, I'll talk about it after reading it."

Xia Zhiye: "?"

Feeling the gaze that Xia Zhiye still didn't quite understand, Song Yan finally raised his head, raised his eyelids, and said impatiently, "Didn't Ruan Tian say one by one?"

I said it, but...

Xia Zhiye pondered for a while, and said cautiously, "It seems that the gangs are generally poor students who can't keep up with the help of the eugenics?"

"otherwise?"

"..."

After a short pause, Xia Zhiye seemed to understand something, lowered his head and smiled: "Okay, I understand, I will take a good look at it, please rest assured."

When he smiled, he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had discovered something interesting and cute, which made Song Yan feel strange.

But there was something wrong with this person's brain, and Song Yan didn't bother to answer. He lowered his eyelashes indifferently, and continued to write the paper.

The information he gave to Xia Zhiye, if Xia Zhiye can read 50% to 60% in the past few days, it is definitely not a problem to make a lot of progress in the exam.

If the shit is lucky enough to get a progress award and get a scholarship, at least for the time being, you don't have to apply for a lot of money and beg for a son, and you can count yourself as a favor for him.

Thinking of this, Song Yan took off her earphones, looked up again, and looked at Xia Zhiye who was about to go out to throw garbage: "Have you watched "Favorite"?"

Xia Zhiye turned around with the garbage: "I've seen it. What's wrong?"

"Do you remember how they got AIDS?"

"Selling blood. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just remember."

"?"

After finishing speaking, Song Yan put on his earphones and continued to do the quiz. Don't call him Cool Doo when the sky is falling.

The rest of Xia Zhiye stood at the door of the dormitory carrying the takeaway garbage, looking at the perfect profile of the new roommate, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

Are pretty cool guys expressing concern in such a special way now?

I don't know how the pretty cool brother expresses his concern, but the way he goes to school is quite special.

Xia Zhiye took the cold medicine and slept deeply at night. He didn't go to the wrong bed again, and Song Yan didn't sleep much all night.

When woke up in the morning, a faint china blue appeared on the lower eyelid, against the cold white complexion, and the disgusting temperament in bones became more and more obvious.

Putting a big black mask on his face, he sat on the pink bicycle with a death-like expression on his face, and the third middle school bully who was carrying him, the road from the dormitory to the school gate was more eye-catching. more conspicuous.

But when Xia Zhiye passed the speed bump, Xia Zhiye didn't slow down, the bicycle froze violently, Song Yan moved forward and hugged Xia Zhiye's waist. Whispering, with a weird smile.

"Is there something wrong with the brains of the people in your school?"

With this weird smile, Song Yan helped Xia Zhiye all the way back to his seat, he couldn't hold back and asked a question.

Xia Zhiye didn't know what was going on with those girls. He simply and narcissistically understood it as the onlooker effect caused by the superposition of his and Song Yan's looks too shocking: "No way, they are too handsome."

He handed over a copy of the breakfast that Shang Huai helped to bring, and corrected by the way: "Also, please note that it's 'our' school, not 'your' school. Could this little classmate have a sense of collective honor and belonging?"

"That's right, geezer, you've already been selected for the preliminary round of our third middle school male god selection contest. Can you be a little more conscious of our school's grassroots?"

The little fat man at the front table turned around at some point, holding his mobile phone in one hand and soy milk in the other, chewing buns in his mouth, speaking vaguely.

Song Yan felt that such a thing as a school tyrant of a male god school in Tieba was just a boring product of the middle-aged and second-sick boys and girls who were so much poisoned by idol dramas that they had nothing to do.

Not interested in answering him, he bowed his head and sent a WeChat message to Qin Qing.

[YAN]: I didn't bring any medicine. It should be on the second floor of the bedside table on the right.

[Aunt Qin]: Okay, I'll send it to you after my business trip.

[Aunt Tan]: But what are you going to do these two days? Can you fall asleep?

[YAN]: Okay.

[Aunt Tan]: That's good. Nanwu is about to cool down, so keep warm.

Song Yan didn't reply to a very thoughtful sentence of concern. He was not very good at maintaining such a warm atmosphere, so he usually chose to stop abruptly.

Putting down the phone and looking up, he saw that Xia Zhiye had a bag of soy milk in his mouth and Xiao Chuan at the front table was discussing with the phone: "Who shot this? The technique is good."

Xiaopang: "Yes, I also think it's a good shot. You and Brother Yan are really on camera."

Xia Zhiye looked at the photo and bit the straw lightly: "He wears such a big mask and you can see that he is on camera?"

"Aiya, temperament, temperament is not a problem. If you don't believe me, show it to Brother Yan. Are you photogenic?" Xiao Pang said and pushed the phone to Song Yan.

Song Yan inevitably saw the photo on the screen.

It should have been captured by someone after school last night.

The afterglow of the setting sun after the rain is particularly ambiguous. The two teenagers rode down their bicycles, just with the windbags lifting the hem of their clothes, pulling the school uniforms empty, which showed the unique slender and powerful body of sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys. shape outline.

The one sitting in the back seat was thin and thin, raised his head slightly, as if resentful, while the one who was slightly taller in front of him had slightly curved eyebrows and a wanton smile.

Everything was so good, it looked like a movie poster for a teen movie.

Song Yan only glanced at it, and then gave an order coldly: "Delete it."

Xiaopang looked embarrassed: "But this is an art festival entry submitted by the Photography Association on Tieba."

"It doesn't matter what association he is." Xia Zhiye flicked his fingertips back loosely, and turned Xiaopang's phone back, "Contact the Lord, let someone delete it, and don't infringe on other people's portrait rights."

Fatty said "oh" aggrievedly.

After "Oh", I found that Xia Zhiye clicked to save the picture on his mobile phone, and after saving it, he used his WeChat to send it to his account.

The fat man raised his eyebrows high.

Xia Zhiye raised his eyes: "Why, I don't deserve to have a photo of myself?"

It's a match, it's just...

Xiaopang: "Master Xia, do you know what the photographer of this photo named it?"

"Um?"

"elopement."

"..."

"Is there something wrong with them?" Before Xia Zhiye could respond, Song Yan had already raised his head, his expression basically saying goodbye to the word kindness.

Xiaopang explained hurriedly and sloppily: "Oh, the group of people in the Photography Association are like this, they like to take some strange names from the stream of consciousness. Moreover, our school is very strict in catching puppy love, they want to shoot this style, but they dare not shoot one man and one man. Girl, I can only arrest you and make do with it. After all, you two big men, Liu Deqing definitely can't say anything."

Xia Zhiye nodded: "So what does the name of the photos of the two big men matter?"

Fatty: "..."

It doesn't seem to matter.

Xia Zhiye: "Then I will save the proof of unity and friendship between me and my new roommate. What's the problem?"

Fatty: "..."

There seems to be no problem.

"It's not worth it."

Xia Zhiye looked natural.

Song Yan was too lazy to talk to him, she just wanted to save it, as long as she didn't let herself see it again.

Grab the breakfast bag and get ready to eat.

As soon as opened the bag, saw the meat buns that were hot and oily, and frowned involuntarily. Then rolled up the plastic bag and put it back in place. took out the English words and started to memorize them.

It seems that he would rather starve to death than eat this stuff.

Xia Zhiye watched from the side and smiled silently.

Where did the little nitpicking come from.

At the end of the first get out of class, Xia Zhiye wandered around for a while, and when he came back, he put a carton of milk and a piece of bread in front of Song Yan: "Just make do with it."

Song Yan just wanted to ask where it came from.

The little fat man at the front desk turned his head and said gossip with a wink: "Master Xia, which class gave this to the little girl?"

Xia Zhiye sat on the chair lazily, and replied casually, "The two little girls in Class Thirteen."

"It's boring."

The fat man turned around in disappointment.

It seemed that she was very familiar with the little girl in Xia Zhiye's mouth.

It is estimated that Xia Zhiye usually attracts bees and butterflies, and everyone is not surprised.

And one provocation also provoked two at the same time, as expected of a sea king scumbag who has more than 40 girlfriends in the post bar.

Song Yan felt unlucky to consume the food obtained this way, and pushed back the milk and bread with a blank expression: "Thank you, no need."

Xia Zhiye asked, "Aren't you hungry?"

"No matter how hungry you are, you won't be able to eat this." Song Yan wrote the note without raising her head, "After all, I'm afraid of indigestion."

There was a hint of disdain and sarcasm in his tone.

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the 2 yuan and 8 boxes of milk and the 5 yuan and 3 buns on the table.

Why is this young master so precious?

Don't eat this, don't eat that?

And Song Yan just wrote two big characters on the notebook: scumbag.

The scumbag himself didn't know anything about it, he only thought about what to bring to the eldest young master at noon.

After the bell rang for the last get out of class in the morning, two "little girls" from Class Thirteen appeared on time at the door of Class 1, waiting for Xia Zhiye to go to the cafeteria together.

When Xia Zhiye left the classroom, he fiddled with his mobile phone and slowly swayed towards the school gate: "Let's go out to eat today."

Shang Huai suspected that he had misheard: "You've run out of money, are you still going out to eat?"

"The food in the cafeteria is too oily and tastes bad."

Xia Zhiye was playing with his mobile phone without raising his head.

Shang Huai: "?"

The money for the canteen meal card is paid together with tuition and miscellaneous fees each time the school starts, which is basically enough to feed one semester.

Therefore, Xia Zhiye's grandfather was very decisive every time he cut off his source of income, because he knew that he would never starve to death.

Xia Zhiye doesn't have any temperament as a young master. Usually, he invites them to eat out if he has money, and hangs out with them in the cafeteria if he has no money, which is easy to pass up.

Why are you suddenly picky today?

Probably feeling the doubts of Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu, Xia Zhiye casually added: "Yesterday's lunch Song Yan didn't move much."

"Ow, that's it." Shang Huai suddenly realized.

This makes sense. Young Master Song looks like a picky and fastidious person.

"But Lao Xia, you and Song Yan have only known each other for a few days, so you're so concerned?"

"After all, people were injured because of me, and they helped me out yesterday, so you should be careful."

Xia Zhiye's tone was calm, and logically he couldn't pick out any faults.

Shang Huai nodded in approval: "It's the same reason, after all, Song Yan has become feuding with Liu Yue because of you. This relationship is still... Wait, the one in front is Liu Yue, right?"

Xia Zhiye just found out where the restaurant Song Yan ordered takeout last night was. Hearing Shang Huai's words, he put down his phone, lifted his eyelids, and looked over.

It was indeed Liu Yue.

It seemed that he had just skipped class and finished playing the ball. He was sweating all over, and his arm muscles were still flaring. He was probably in a bad mood.

A few physique students around him who used to hang out with him, seeing him like this, all comforted them: "Brother Yue, you can't be angry with someone like Song Yan, you're just a rich second generation with no skills, otherwise you will transfer from Beijing to No. 3 Middle School. Come?"

"That's right. This kind of dummy rich second-generation will either not be welcomed by the family, or he has committed something major and has poor grades, so he can't get a good school. Anyway, no matter what kind, it will definitely not be comparable to you. What annoyance."

"But don't tell me, I'm also angry about this. Isn't it because I was tricked and bought a pair of fake shoes. As for making Brother Yue unable to come down in public?"

"That's right, and a group of women are there every day, calling them so handsome. Why the hell didn't I see that they were so handsome?"

"Who made girls like this little white face now. With Song Yan's body, I can hit three with one punch, but that's all... Brother Yue, if you don't make arrangements, let that person teach you a lesson. ?"

"Who can teach me a lesson?"

Several people were talking at length, and the familiar sloppy voice came from behind.

Looking back, he saw Xia Zhiye standing lazily behind them.

Liu Yue is annoyed when he sees Xia Zhiye now: "It's none of your business."

"It's really none of my business, but..."

Xia Zhiye raised his lips and smiled, "It seems to have something to do with my deskmate?"

Liu Yue raised his eyebrows: "So?"

"so……"

Xia Zhiye took a step forward, stood still in front of Liu Yue, smiled lazily and said, "You know me, I have a good temper and a good character, and there is nothing wrong with me other than guarding my shortcomings, at most I don't care about fighting. It's heavy, and it's easy to send people to the hospital, so..."

Pause.

"I hope my roommate can be fine all the time. What do you think, Liu Yue?"

Xia Zhiye put one hand in his pocket, stood lazily, and put the other hand on Liu Yue's shoulder, his eyebrows were slightly curved, and the end of his eyes were raised. Recruiting looks.

However, the hand resting on Liu Yue's shoulder was full of knuckles.

The slender and fair fingers clasped the other party's broad and strong shoulders, the back of the hand showed the distinct bone texture of the boy, and the sense of oppression brought by the height had nowhere to hide.

The pain that suddenly fell from the shoulder made Liu Yue suddenly remember the scene where Xia Zhiye beat someone into the hospital a year ago, and realized that the person in front of him was not just as good-tempered as he looked.

Not afraid of shameless, but afraid of death.

And Xia Zhiye happened to be the kind of person who didn't want to die.

Liu Yue could only endure the pain, looked down at Xia Zhiye, and sneered: "Don't worry, we don't have to fight with that kind of young master with thin skin and tender meat."

I'm afraid that you can't beat that young master with thin skin and tender meat.

Xia Zhiye didn't say this, just patted Liu Yue's shoulder with satisfaction: "Right, the world is big, love and peace, don't think about fighting all day, just be a quiet and beautiful man like me, How nice."

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows coquettishly towards Liu Yue.

Liu Yue, who didn't want to cause trouble at first, said, "..."

Suddenly, wanted to fight.