After a brief meeting with Liu Yue, Xia Zhiye did not report to the Song leadership, but just put the bought meal on the table: "See if it suits your appetite."

Leader Song recognized at a glance that this was the restaurant where he ordered takeout yesterday, and the price was not cheap.

Unpacking the box, he casually said, "Just buy it in the cafeteria next time, I'm not picky eaters."

Xia Zhiye looked at him and said this, while picking the celery on the surface of the fish head to one side in disgust, and couldn't help but lift his lower lip.

That's what you call being a picky eater.

Leaning back in his chair lazily, he opened the memo on his mobile phone, and entered "hate celery" under the line "like pork liver".

As soon as Song Yan moved his chopsticks, he accidentally caught a piece of pork liver, and his wrist froze instantly.

He absolutely hates pork liver.

To be precise, he does not accept all animal viscera.

The reason why ordered such a box of fried pig liver yesterday was simply because was worried that Xia Zhiye would not be able to keep up with the nutrition after selling blood, and pig liver is said to be very good for blood.

However, it seemed that Xia Zhiye had misunderstood his taste because of this.

But this is not easy to explain.

After all, Song Yan didn't plan to tell Xia Zhiye that he had discovered his secret.

First, he felt that the relationship between the two was not close enough to share secrets, and secondly, he felt that men more or less needed to keep some self-respect.

So after a short delay, Song Yan chose to quietly put the piece of pork liver he hated so much into the lunch box in front of Xia Zhiye.

Xia Zhiye paused with his chopsticks knuckles.

Turning his head to look at Song Yan, Song Yan was eating as if nothing had happened.

Then he turned his head to look back at the pig liver, and suddenly felt that this piece of pig liver looked pretty good-looking.

That's right, a certain stinky handsome guy who is so cold every day actually knows that he is cooking for himself.

It seems that the relationship between myself and this new tablemate has developed by leaps and bounds.

But is the normal way of expressing friendship between boys by eating each other's food? Why does it feel a little weird?

Xia Zhiye clicked on the group chat "Xia Shang Zhou".

[Wild]: If one day when a boy is eating alone with you, he suddenly brings food to you, you will think what happened.

The remaining two returned in an instant.

[Autumn]: He wants to fuck me

[Peerless cute little businessman]: He wants to base me

[Autumn]: So who wants to base you? @Wild

[Peerless cute little businessman]: So who wants to base you? @Wild

[Autumn]: Song Yan?

[Peerless cute little businessman]: Song Yan?

Xia Zhiye: "..."

[Wild]: Go away.

I knew that these two unlucky bastards couldn't say anything serious.

But he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Song Yan again.

Just in the afternoon, the bright sunshine came in softly and softly, drawing out the cold and delicate profile of the young man by the window. Really.

Xia Zhiye, who had always been blind to girls, suddenly felt that if there were really girls who could grow up to be like Song Yan, it was not impossible for them to try to chase after them.

When Liu Yue came to class in the afternoon, his face was very ugly.

He was tall, and his seat was in the back row, not far from Song Yan and the others, so the pinging and pinging when he sat down was obvious.

But no one paid him any attention.

Song Yanzheng was thinking about a comprehensive mechanics problem.

He was a well-known scholar in his previous school, but he didn't go to class for most of the semester, and he has been receiving treatment during the summer vacation. Didn't have time to eat it.

Pale and thin knuckles fastened on the paper with the black pen holder, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, looking a little cute.

Xia Zhiye supported his head and turned his pen. After appreciating it for a long time, he said with a smile: "Why? Can't do it? Wouldn't Master Xia tell you something?"

Song Yan's backhand was an indifferent and ruthless mistake: "Take care of yourself."

"Don't be embarrassed, the ancients have a saying, don't be ashamed to ask, I'll tell you what if it makes sense?"

Xia Zhiye talked about fallacies in a set way.

But Song Yan didn't think that he had been reduced to the point where he needed to seek help from a delinquent young social brother: "Don't worry, there is no need."

"laugh"

A disdainful sneer came from the front right.

means obvious.

Xiao Pang was the first to be unhappy: "Liu Yue, why are you laughing at you in such a strange way?"

"It's nothing." Liu Yue crossed Erlang's legs and turned the pen, "I just think that if some people don't know it, don't pretend to be forceful, and be humbly and eager to learn, so as not to lower the average score of our first class."

Although No. 3 Middle School is a city focus at the end of the crane, it is also a city focus, and the first class is barely considered a key class.

According to the usual logic, Song Yan, a child from a wealthy family in Beijing, as long as the grades are good enough, he will either go abroad or take extra points, and he will not be transferred to such a broken school as Nanwu No. 3 Middle School. Come, let alone being arranged by Ruan Tian to help the poor.

Therefore, Liu Yue and others naturally tacitly tacitly agreed that Song Yan's grades were not very good.

In addition, Song Yan was embarrassed yesterday, and Xia Zhiye was intimidated by Xia Zhiye at noon. He was holding his breath, so he wanted to be quick and get back some face.

As a result, a stand-up comedy was sung, and Song Yan ignored it at all.

Liu Yue sneered coldly with the corners of his lips raised, "I really think I'm quite capable."

When Song Yan heard this, he just happened to calculate the correct answer. While writing the above, he said coldly, "It's nothing, it just won't lower the average score of a person like you."

Liu Yue slapped the pen on the spot: "What kind of person? Make it clear."

Song Yan lifted his eyelids and sent a look at the mentally retarded, then lowered it indifferently and continued to do the question.

Not a word, but a thousand years.

Liu Yue: "..."

Hold.

Just as he was about to get angry, Xia Zhiye slowly threw out a sentence: "You said that you are a good person. How can you be so angry, it affects my study."

Liu Yue: "?"

Are you studying a manga the size of your fucking desk?

And why the hell am I so angry, don't you have any points in your heart?

If you don't count, ask your roommate!

Liu Yue was going to be pissed.

But Xia Zhiye's words made it clear that he was supporting Song Yan.

He wasn't afraid of Song Yan, but he was a little bit afraid of Xia Zhiye, so he could only bear the fire back, but he didn't laugh: "Okay, it's very powerful, then let's see, whoever lowers the score is the grandson."

When Song Yan was in the second grade of elementary school, he stopped playing such rambunctious bets with others.

Moreover, if you make a bet with someone like Liu Yue, if you send it back to Beijing, you will appear to be bullying mentally handicapped children, and it will be dishonorable to win.

However, if it really goes to Beijing, Song Minghai should know that he has found such a good-looking great-grandson for him, and he should be able to piss him off.

Happy to think so.

Song Yan casually crossed out a difficult problem that had been overcome: "Alright, I don't mind."

Originally, it was not a big deal, but people are people who like to watch the fun.

In particular, the extremely good-looking rich second-generation high-cold transfer student and the good-looking arrogant and arrogant than the big thorn are on the head, no matter from which point of view, they are very dramatic and interesting.

So the bet between the two people spread throughout the high school in less than a day.

On the day of the exam, Xia Zhiye didn't share a classroom with Song Yan because of the random assignment of the exam room. After sending him over, he returned to his exam room.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Ziqiu teased him: "Master Xia, your new roommate and Liu Yue have a blood feud."

"What a big deal, as for blood feud?"

Zhou Ziqiu handed over the phone: "See for yourself."

Xia Zhiye leaned back on the back of the chair, propped his long legs on the ground, tilted the chair, took the phone and saw that it was the interface of Sanzhong Post Bar.

The title of the high-rise building floating at the top - "[Vote] Song Yan Vs Liu Yue, who can have the last laugh? 》

"How old are you, and you are still playing on the post bar, it's not naive."

If it wasn't for Song Yan's name on the title, Xia Zhiye wouldn't even be interested in taking a look.

Zhou Ziqiu was noncommittal: "Otherwise, why do you think the enrollment rate of No. 3 middle school has not been able to go up? It's just for this group of people to spare."

Right.

When you think about it, it's quite logical.

Xia Zhiye clicked in.

[Main Building]: Mr. Lu Xun Meitu Town Building! Ben Yi takes the lead in eating melons! As we all know, the newly transferred Maybach second-generation rich and Director Liu's nephew are in trouble. After the fake shoes incident, the grandson's gambling contract turned out, and he decided to leave his hands and bet on the spot, whoever wins and who loses.

[1L]: To be honest, this wave is still reliable for Liu Yue, and his grades are barely enough, but that transfer student must have bad grades.

[2L]: Second opinion, from ancient times to the present, all those who have been transferred to the third middle school are unable to keep up with other key schools, and you can't write about the bad deeds in your review for ten or eight years.

[3L]: That's not necessarily true. I heard that Song Yan's previous school was criticized by giants. The dead camels were bigger than horses, and Liu Yue's grades were in the middle and lower reaches of the class.

[4L]: Hot knowledge, the difficulty of the college entrance examination for people in the imperial capital is completely different from our densely populated areas.

[5L]: Then I will still suppress Song Yan, there is no other reason, only handsome.

[6L]: +1

[7L]: +2

[8L]: +3

[9L]: +10086

...

[158L]: Fuck! Stop adding it! Awesome! Song Yan and Liu Yue are in the same exam room as me! Song Yan was in front of me, Liu Yue was next to me, and I was shivering in the middle!

[159L]: Damn, it's exciting!

[160L]: Is it possible to evolve into real melee combat?

[161L]: That's fucking interesting, I'll definitely broadcast it live

[162L]: But brother, your coordinates for eating melons have been exposed, be careful to be beaten

[163L]: Grass, careless.

...

It's all a mess.

Xia Zhiye felt a pain in his forehead.

"But Song Yanzhen and Liu Yue share the same exam room?" Zhou Ziqiu asked, taking back his phone.

Xia Zhiye casually said "um", "I knew it when the exam room was set up yesterday."

"Then you still look like you're doing nothing."

"I need something?"

"Otherwise?" Zhou Ziqiu asked back, "As far as Liu Yue's character is concerned, if he doesn't do anything to piss off your little roommate, he won't be named Liu."

This is true.

Liu Yue is a purebred shaman.

but……

Xia Zhiye recalled Song Yan's cold and stinky little face, and unconsciously bent the corner of his lower lip.

His little fellow at the table is not a bad temper.

Looking clear and cold, it is actually more irritating than anyone else.

Someone who is particularly irritating is lying on the table to catch up on sleep.

Said to be the joint entrance examination, in fact, it was just a hurriedly made comprehensive examination of the five schools, and even the files were not included.

The students were not surprised, and chatted with the acquaintances around them one after another.

Song Yan has no acquaintances, and the surroundings are very deserted.

Liu Yue, who was diagonally behind, was lively and lively around him, and even occasionally leaked a sentence or two of sarcasm about Song Yan.

Most of the boys of this age talk about loyalty. The so-called loyalty is generally divided into closeness and distance, and there is no doubt that Song Yan is the one.

After all, the rumors changed, but Liu Yue was a real brother who had played with them, had dinner, chased after the girl, and scolded them. In contrast, Song Yan was just a sudden pretending to be a coercive offender.

So all the exclusion is so natural.

Song Yan was also not interested in bringing his friendship level to the same level as a fool, but was a little annoying because of the arguing.

Impatiently scratching his hair twice, he turned his head to the side and continued to sleep. He barely stood up until the exam papers came out. He looked extremely lazy, and looked like he hadn't slept well in a few days.

International practice, the first test language.

For Song Yan, this class was the least stressful. After all, those that should be memorized and those that should be memorized should be read twice before they were memorized, and the rest were not much different from whether they attended or not. Anyway, they all depended on fate.

His hand speed was also fast, and he turned over in a short while, leading the examination room by about one-third of the paper.

The man behind him couldn't help but let out a "fuck": "How the hell did you write so fast? It's not really a hidden scholar, right?"

These words just fell into the ears of Liu Yue next to him.

Liu Yue's mathematics and science are all good enough, but Chinese and English are really killing him.

He was already stuck in the appreciation of ancient writing and became irritable. Hearing this sentence, and then looking up to see Song Yan's back, who was writing without any stagnation, his lungs would explode.

As soon as he gritted his teeth and thought about it, he became ruthless and raised his hand: "Teacher, report."

This time, the invigilator was an elderly Chinese teacher who had never heard anything outside the window. Originally, he was on the podium and was scribbling Zhou Ji. When he heard someone make a sound, he pushed his reading glasses and looked over: "You said."

Liu Yue said: "I reported someone cheating."

The eyes behind the presbyopic lenses suddenly widened.

Liu Yue pointed to Song Yan: "I saw that he made a cheat sheet and hid it in the desk drawer."

Who the hell is still thinking about it now.

After all, there are exams every week, but if missed it, really missed it. Everyone turned their heads and looked over.

The invigilator also stood up and looked at Song Yan: "Is what he said true?"

Song Yan thought it was really interesting to ask: "You believe me when I say it's false?"

Invigilator: "..."

Neither will it.

But he felt that he still had to be responsible to the students, so he walked up to Song Yan with a stern face, and knocked on the table twice: "Check your drawer for me."

Song Yan put down the pen indifferently and stepped back. The teacher leaned over and put his hand into the belly of the table and began to grope.

Groping and groping, his expression suddenly collapsed.

With a stern face, he took out his hand and patted the table: "What is this!"

A note with a cheat sheet.

The first line at the beginning reads "The rogue Chi Chi, hold the cloth and trade the silk, the bandits come to trade the silk, come and I will make a plan", which will be consistent with the first sentence of the dictation question.

Song Yan didn't seem to be surprised or flustered, and stated calmly, "This is not mine."

In the end of his life, the old teacher hated the students for not keeping honesty the most, so he suppressed his anger and restrained: "Why do you say this is not yours?"

Song Yan was very objective: "Because I can't write so ugly."

teacher:"……"

Everyone: "..."

Liu Yue: "..."

I have seen arrogant, never seen such arrogant.

What kind of psychological quality does he have to have this attitude after being caught cheating.

Some boys with abnormal brains have begun to worship Song Yan.

However, this reason obviously cannot convince the teacher.

The well-cultivated Chinese teacher held up her index finger and pointed at the table, "you, you," you for a long time, and finally swallowed the words of rebuke, reluctantly made a decision: "You go ahead with the test first, and follow me to the Academic Affairs Office after the test. After the investigation, if cheating is confirmed, the test result will be cancelled."

He is a very responsible teacher for his students.

The way of handling is also benevolent.

But Song Yan just asked calmly, "Is there any surveillance in the examination room?"

They are all temporarily arranged test rooms in classrooms, where does the monitoring come from.

The invigilator thought he wanted to take the opportunity to escape his guilt, and immediately remarked and emphasized: "Don't think that there is no monitoring is a place outside the law! Teachers have sharp eyes!"

After Song Yan heard this answer, she coldly threw out a sentence: "Then there is no need."

After finishing speaking, he packed his pencil case, stood up, supported the desk and chair, slowly moved to the podium, picked up his schoolbag, and prepared to leave.

The Chinese teacher has invigorated the exam for so many years and caught so many cheaters, but have never seen such a reaction.

After being stunned, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Yan turned around and said indifferently, "Aren't all the students who found cheating expelled from the exam room on the spot?"

"..."

It's such a rule.

"But didn't you say that the cheat sheet wasn't yours?"

"But not monitored."

"..."

"Things without monitoring are destined to be unclear, and I don't need to continue wasting time here."

Song Yan's injured leg couldn't fully touch the ground, so she could only stand on the podium and lean against the podium.

When he looked over with his schoolbag on one shoulder and his eyelids down, there was no superfluous expression on his face, as if he was not the one who was caught cheating, but the one who interrogated others.

The condescending arrogance and magnanimity made the invigilator emotionally choose to believe that the student could not cheat at a certain moment.

What's more, this student has written such a good hand.

He was a little pity and unwilling: "Then what about your test results this time?"

Hearing this sentence, the other exam people who were stunned by the melons and melons reacted, yes, this is still a fucking bet, and the loser is going to be the grandson.

So where can miss the exam? Isn't there any suspense if you miss a test? Can Young Master Song suffer from this loss? Can you take this anger?

They don't believe it.

Song Yan didn't believe it either.

So Song Yan indifferently hooked the strap of her schoolbag on her shoulder: "It's okay, just take one less language test, it won't affect my lower score by others."

After speaking, he walked out of the classroom without looking back.

Others in the rest of the classroom: "...?"

Fuck, why is this guy so crazy?