No wonder Xia Zhiye had that reaction when he got the study materials.

No wonder Liu Yue recognized his bad grades.

It turned out that in the gang arranged by Ruan Tian, ​​he was the last one.

In the end, he was self-motivated and prepared the most basic knowledge points and easy-to-error questions for the dignified defending champion of the three middle school bullies, and arrogantly said that he did not need the other party's lectures.

After a long time, the clown turned out to be himself.

What's even more outrageous is that Xia Zhiye knew that he had misunderstood that day, and he didn't explain it, so he watched himself help him sort out the data and the wrong questions every day, and then he crushed himself and won the first place in the five schools.

It's just that Miaomiao's mother opened the door for Miaomiao, and Miaomiao is home.

So on this kind of good day that everyone celebrates, the happy little chubby found that the air pressure near him was terribly low.

Liu Yue next door lost such a big face and became a dead man, which is excusable.

But the two masters behind them, one won a scholarship of 2,000 yuan for the first exam, and the other fought back to clear their grievances. Why are they still unhappy here?

Xia Zhiye also had the same problem, tilted his head and supported his head: "Song Yan? Yan brother? Yan master? Song Daxi?"

"How about calling you uncle?" Song Yan raised her head impatiently.

Xia Zhiye raised a finger: "You haven't spoken to me all morning."

"I remember saying thank you."

"except this."

"We have nothing to say other than that."

Song Yan lowered her head, lowered her eyelashes, and continued to brush the questions with a look of indifference.

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Sure enough, beautiful men are ruthless.

I originally thought that after I came back from reasoning with Liu Deqing, I would get a grateful and warm hug from the beautiful classmate Song Daxi, but not only there was no warm hug, but it seemed to be colder than usual.

Little things still have a conscience.

Xia Zhiye retreated and asked for the next best thing: "You have to tell me what you want to eat for lunch."

Song Yan: "No, I'll go to the hospital in the afternoon to remove the cast, and eat outside at noon."

"I go with you?"

"Thank you for your kindness. There is a school doctor."

"..."

Xia Zhiye was a little unaccustomed to someone being so polite all of a sudden. He still liked Song Yan's appearance when he slapped him and scolded him as an idiot when he was unhappy.

So where did you offend someone?

Xia Zhiye didn't want to understand.

The life committee just happened to pass by and threw a small box to Song Yan: "Your courier. It's from Beijing."

Song Yan took it and pulled out a small knife, the tip of the knife swiped along the tape, and a medicine bottle rolled out unexpectedly.

He was holding things, and it was inconvenient to bend over.

Xia Zhiye didn't think much about it, and helped pick it up, but he accidentally saw the letters on the bottle, frowned, and was about to ask a question, when the medicine bottle was snatched away.

When he looked up, he saw Song Yan stuffing the medicine bottle into his schoolbag, Xia Zhiye asked, "Are you insomnia?"

"nothing dealing with you."

Song Yan zipped up her schoolbag and continued to work on the problem.

Xia Zhiye stretched out his fingertips in front of him and knocked twice, intensifying his tone: "Is it insomnia?"

Song Yan pushed his hand away impatiently: "I said it, it has nothing to do with you. Don't you understand?"

"Why doesn't it have anything to do with me?"

"Why is it related to you?"

"I'm your roommate."

"Are we familiar?"

An extremely impatient rhetorical question blurted out, and the air suddenly fell into a subtle silence.

Fatty feels bad.

That unpleasant feeling is like the parents arguing and arguing at home, and suddenly one party wants to say divorce, which exceeds the reasonable threshold of normal quarrel.

After all, during the half month Song Yan was injured, Xia Zhiye took care of them closely. The two of them were like conjoined twins, but it was a bit sad to say such a thing at this moment.

Song Yan also seemed to regret for a moment, his knuckles twitched slightly, his eyelids were half-lifted, but they fell down again, and continued to bury his head in writing the papers, as if he just blinked inadvertently.

"So don't mind your own business."

The tone was extremely cold and distant.

Xia Zhiye said nothing.

Just looking at Song Yan's involuntarily tensed lips and thin wrist bones, he suddenly remembered the wild cat at the door of his house when he was a child.

Pretty, vigilant, bad-tempered, and gets hurt by fighting with other wild cats at every turn. There are good-hearted people who want to adopt, but no matter how good they are, they will not be coquettish.

Even if someone reluctantly mixes up the delicious food, as long as they are considered to be trying to invade its territory, they will instantly bow their backs, scratch their paws, and show no mercy.

In the words of the old man, it is the little things that have suffered hardships.

No matter how you raise it, you can't raise it.

The two did not speak for the whole morning.

After the plaster was removed in the afternoon, Song Yan didn't want to go back to work after leaving the hospital.

Mainly do not want to go back to face Xia Zhiye.

So after talking to the school doctor, went straight back to the dormitory to make up for sleep.

Going downstairs, only to find the door closed.

A bright red notice was also posted on the door:

[New regulations for dormitory management: If students enter or leave the dormitory in violation of regulations before school at 5:30 p.m. and after the lights are turned off at 11:00 p.m., they must contact the head teacher and the Academic Affairs Office in time to verify the situation, regulate discipline, and prevent such undesirable phenomena as skipping classes and returning home late. Notification is complete. ]

Song Yan: "..."

With a paralyzed face, hooking the strap of his schoolbag on his shoulders, he turned and walked out of the alley.

By September, the sweltering heat will be gone, and the air will always be damp and sultry as if it can't be wrung out.

Song Yan grabbed the collar of her school uniform and slapped it twice, not knowing where to go.

In the more than half a month since I came to Nanwu, I basically sat on Xia Zhiye's pink bicycle every day at two o'clock and one line, and I never went anywhere else.

And thinking of Xia Zhiye, Song Yan felt that the weather was even more stuffy.

In fact, he felt more ashamed than angry.

As long as she thought of staring at Xia Zhiye, forbidding him to sleep and play with his phone in class, forcing him to finish his homework every day, and wanting to help him get the Progress Award, Song Yan felt that he was a fool.

Then, thinking that Xia Zhiye knew that he was meddling with his own business and didn't explain a word, he felt that he might be even more stupid in the heart of the other party.

So when Xia Zhiye asked about the medicine, he only felt that his security boundary was completely offended.

After all, they had only known each other for half a month. If it wasn't for his self-motivated desire to help the poor, they wouldn't have had any deep friendship at all.

And now that Xia Zhiye is the first in grade and has a scholarship, he doesn't need himself from the beginning to the end. After that, the two of them will not interfere with each other, owe each other, and do what they love.

Thinking of this, Song Yan didn't feel much at ease.

I just felt a little coolness drop suddenly on my cheeks.

When looked up, realized that it was raining at some point.

It's really not going anywhere.

Song Yan had a cold face, and was about to turn his head to go back, when he suddenly heard a vague quarrel coming from the other side of the alley, vaguely mixed with the cry of an old man and a little girl and a few familiar scolding.

After coming to Nanwu, there was only one old man who spoke.

Song Yan glanced at the familiar scene around him, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. He immediately turned around, took out his mobile phone, and ran to the courtyard at the innermost side of the alley while making a call.

Several old people were standing not far from the gate of the courtyard, spinning around anxiously when they heard footsteps and looked over as if they were rescued.

"Hey, there's a guy in a school uniform, is that Ono?"

"It doesn't seem to be, oops, I've called him for so long, why hasn't he come yet?"

"We are in class at this point, so it's normal to not come out well."

"Oh, isn't it about to finish school? It's really anxious to kill me."

"Hey! Boy! Who are you! What are you doing!"

"Please let it go."

Song Yan shoved his cell phone with the screen on into his pocket, pushed open the hidden courtyard door, and saw the row of feather dusters sitting in the courtyard arrogantly and arrogantly.

In the direction of the door, the little mahjong is stretching his short arms to block in front of Grandma Liu, crying heart-to-heart: "You are not allowed to bully my grandma! You are not allowed! Woo woo woo..."

The red-haired chicken seemed to think it was interesting, took a step forward, and squatted down: "Who bullied your grandma, it was your grandma who didn't pay back the money and bullied us. But I think you are a cute little girl, you want to I really love your grandma, why don't you just go with us and sell you... ah ah ah! It hurts, hurts, hurts!"

He wanted to reach out to touch the little mahjong's face, but as soon as he reached halfway, a pale and thin hand pinched his wrist bone.

Then twist it in the opposite direction, and the card will be wiped.

Immediately it hurt so much that he yelled, "It hurts! Let go! Who the hell are you!"

"Your great-grandfather."

"?"

It's a matter of seniority?

The red-haired chicken turned his head and looked: "Fuck! How is it you!"

"It's me, what's wrong?"

Song Yan's dark eyes were filled with extremely unpleasant haze and hostility.

Several other people also recognized that he was Xia Zhiye's gang, and they felt a little nervous when they remembered the few times they beat people at that time.

Only the head of the head, who has never seen it before, is turning a knife in his hand, smiling but not smiling: "Little brother, are you the grandson of this family?"

"no."

"If it's not, then this matter has nothing to do with you, it's best not to meddle in your own business."

"The grandson of this family is my friend, and his business is mine. If you have anything to say, you can tell me directly."

Song Yan hid the little mahjong tightly behind her back, looking like she was in charge of the house, as if the person "unfamiliar" with Xia Zhiye in the morning was not him.

Cun Tou pulled the corner of his lower lip: "Yes, it's quite righteous, why don't you help your friend pay back the money this old woman owes?"

"If he really owes money, I can help him pay it back. But I remember that he seems to have paid it off long ago." Song Yan recalled what Xia Zhiye said that day with a calm tone.

The man in the lead didn't deny it: "Yes, he paid off the principal. But in our business, we eat interest. When we borrowed it, we set nine out of thirteen returns. Months have passed, and the interest will not be paid if it is not paid? There is no reason for this."

Song Yan pretended not to know, lifted her eyelids, and said indifferently, "What do you mean by nine out of ten and three in return?"

Hearing this, the gangsters present couldn't help but let out a sneer: "Sure enough, he's a good student, he doesn't even know about nine out of thirteen. Then my brother will give you a good lesson today."

Hanging around, he took a step forward and looked down at him, with a contemptuous smile on his lips: "Nine out of thirteen returns, literally, you ask me to borrow ten percent, I will only give you ninety percent, and then every month 10% interest, you will pay me 13% in three months. Understand?"

Song Yan met his gaze and said indifferently, "So he asked you how much you borrowed, how much you paid back, and how much you still owe."

"Not much." Cuntou stretched out his left hand, raised a thumb and a little finger, "This old woman asked our boss to take 18,000 yuan for the operation on this little girl, and it should be 26,000 yuan, but it was only paid back. 20,000, now the remaining 6,000, how do you think it will be solved?"

"Don't lie to the children!" Before Song Yan could speak, Grandma Liu, who was behind her, couldn't help but pounced on her with a crying voice, "The IOU you asked me to pay was obviously 20,000 yuan! I paid it all! How could it be? How about 26,000? You are clearly robbing money!"

Grandma Liu was trembling with anger. Seeing that she was about to go up and smash the gangsters, Song Yan stopped her and whispered, "I'll solve this matter, you bring the little mahjong back to the room."

Grandma Liu was stunned for a moment, then met Song Yan's gaze, she understood in an instant, and hurriedly walked into the house with the little mahjong and locked the door.

Song Yan didn't wait for the gangsters to speak, and turned to ask: "Didn't you say it before?"

Cuntou knew that he was right, and chuckled lightly: "This kind of rule is well known, it's not that she is so old, so let me tell her."

It's shameless enough.

Song Yan asked: "That is to say, Grandma Liu asked your boss to take 18,000 yuan, and then returned 20,000 yuan after three months?"

"That's right."

"The principal is 18,000, the three-month interest is 2,000, the monthly interest rate is 11%, and the annual interest rate is more than 130%, which is nearly four times the maximum annual interest rate set by the state. Are you still not satisfied?"

Those gangsters are not very good at math, and after a long time of calculation, they didn't calculate how this person did the calculation, and simply didn't bother to calculate any more: "So what? It has to be done by the rules.”

"But the rules have to be told to the elderly in advance, right?"

"We are lending money, and we are not doing good deeds, so we can still take care of everything? So you still haven't paid it back? If you pay it back, the brothers will take the money and leave. If you don't pay it back, just get away. "Inchou was finally impatient with what he said.

The red-haired chicken quickly responded: "That's right, if you don't pay the motherfucker, just stay here for a long time, it's useless!"

"It's really useless."

Song Yan replied calmly and plainly, and stood there with the strap of her schoolbag hooked, looking very confident.

But he is a weak high school student, where did he get the confidence?

A few bastards were puzzled.

After thinking about it, I heard the melody of "dip" and "dip" in the sound of the pattering rain, getting closer, closer, and more...

"?"

"..."

"Grass! You fucking call the police?!"

The red-haired chicken reacted and said that Song Yan had been here and told them that some of these were not waiting for the police to arrive. He felt that he was played by such a child, and he was angry. He directly picked up the stick in his hand and slashed at Song Yan. go.

Song Yan reacted very quickly, and immediately turned sideways to avoid it, then kicked horizontally, kicked the red-haired chicken's wrist fiercely, took advantage of the pain and let go of the stick, grabbed the stick, slashed with the backhand, hammered the abdomen, and then lifted it up. Strongly split the mandible of the red chicken.

There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the red-haired chicken was crawling on the ground, and Song Yan completed the counterattack on the spot.

When he was standing on the steps of the door condescendingly with a stick, the indifference between his brows and his eyes had completely broken through his beautiful skin and vented out.

He was not in good health when he was a child, so he was forced to learn taekwondo in order to keep fit. Although he didn't learn very well, he had won the district championship of the elementary school students' taekwondo competition, and he could barely cope with a few trash gangsters.

Moreover, his mobile phone has been recording the whole process. The conversation is clear and clear, and the evidence for self-defense is conclusive. If you don't act ruthlessly at this time, I'm sorry for the immorality of this group of people.

However, the teenagers who grew up in the ivory tower were different from those who fought and fought in society.

A few thugs didn't think about it when they saw this, and swarmed up.

The other position is also a really ruthless character. Anyway, he has not entered the game once or twice. Today, admit it here. If don't give this stinky boy a bit of hardship, will put face on it in the future.

After thinking about it, he pushed aside the knife and stabbed Song Yan straight.

Song Yan turned around and just kicked a little gangster away, but he didn't have the strength on his legs.

But just paddling, you can hear the footsteps of the police anyway, and no one can die. It's better than going into the house to find the elderly and children.

However, just a second before the blade slashed in front of him, Song Yan suddenly felt his arm being grabbed, and then he was pulled back with force, and he was suddenly caught in a shadow in front of him.

Then, with a stab, the sound of clothes being torn, the blade of the blade slashed straight across Xia Zhiye's shoulder in front of his eyes.

The fibers of the white school uniform were torn from the torn fibers, and red blood beads instantly ooze out from the boy's cold shoulders.

"Hold!"

Song Yan didn't think about anything, just lifted his leg over Xia Zhiye's side and kicked the head behind him, then backhanded Xia Zhiye to the corner, and blurted out, "Are you a fucking idiot!"

The eldest young master always pays attention to his temperament, and this is the first time he has scolded people without talking about his image.

Xia Zhiye looked down at him and laughed softly: "Don't be so fierce. And the police uncle is here, so you have to pretend to be pitiful."

Song Yan: "..."

When is it time to play this kind of scheming?

"and……"

Xia Zhiye frowned slightly.

Song Yan: "What?"

"You said you don't know each other well?"

"?"

"I'm not familiar with you, so why are you sticking to me now?

"..."

"Still so tight?"

"..."

"Could it be that the way you guys express unfamiliarity are so special?"

"…………"

Especially your mother.

Song Yan thought, hacking to death.