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Chapter 13 Scumbag
When Xia Zhiye returned from changing the medicine, Song Yan was already on the bed.
She slept on the innermost side, facing the window, wrapped in a quilt, only revealing the dark back of her head.
Knowing that he didn't sleep well, Xia Zhiye didn't call him.
Sit down, turn on the computer, and after seeing a long list of messages from [Old Niang Meijiye], he tapped the keyboard and went back.
[Pure and Beautiful Boys' High School Online Pick-up and Play]: There will be class tomorrow, so I don't have time.
[Lao Niang is beautiful and wild]: Hey, my dearest brother, your sister really can't go to the master, as long as you take me to the master, everything is easy to say.
[Old lady is beautiful and wild]: Oh, by the way, I heard that grandpa stopped giving you the card again. Do you still have enough money on your body?
[Lao Niang is beautiful and wild]: If it is not enough, I will take your sister to a master, and I will call you in minutes with pocket money.
Xia Zhiye is not very addicted to playing LOL, but it is still powerful.
His cousin Xia Yu was just the opposite, and she was still addicted to vegetables.
Therefore, Xia Zhiye's attitude towards this matter is very firm.
[Youth and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: I'm sorry, knowledge is the only way to change the fate of mankind, please don't affect my study.
[My old lady is beautiful and wild]:? ? ?
After returning, Xia Zhiye ignored his sister's frenzied bombardment and was about to go offline, but found that a new news came in.
[Ren, beautiful, rich and rich woman]: Little brother, accompany you to play the king, two hundred per game, can you take it?
[People are beautiful and rich, little rich women]: QAQ, what?
During the summer vacation, Shang Huai wanted to change to a guitar, but he didn't have enough money, and he didn't give it, so he registered an account of [Sexy and Beautiful Male High School Students Online Pickup and Play] and tried to be self-reliant.
As a result, because of the poor technology, the buyer complained many times, so he called Zhou Ziqiu and Xia Zhiye ten times every morning and evening to cry. .
In the end, the two were so annoyed that they couldn't stand it, so they claimed an account of [Pure and Beautiful Boys' High School Online Pickup and Play] and [Cute and Beautiful Boys' High School Online Pickup and Play]. Name, doing the most serious accompaniment and power training, and finally got the guitar money together.
After the school started, didn't have time to play games, and didn't have time to change ID.
Unexpectedly, there is still business to come to the door.
[Pure and Beautiful Boys' High School Online Pickup and Play]: Sorry, no pick up.
[People are beautiful and rich and rich women are rich]:?
[Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: Don't cheat the little girl's money.
After Xia Zhiye replied this sentence, he went to the bathroom to take a shower, and he didn't seem to be interested.
Song Yan, who was still in the quilt, looked at the screen: "?"
What's not to cheat the little girl's money? It's said that everyone likes people, beautiful, rich and rich women?
This man is sick.
Song Yan felt that she had done her best, but Xia Zhiye pulled him down without appreciating it.
As soon as the phone is locked, the eyes are closed, and love is dripping.
He doesn't care about this shit.
Maybe it was because of taking medicine, as soon as closed eyes, drowsiness struck me.
In the haze, he seemed to hear someone wearing clothes.
Song Yan labored to lift his eyelids, and saw that Xia Zhiye had already put on his school uniform, neatly dressed, and his school uniform shirt was buttoned to the top.
He asked in a hoarse voice, "It's so late, where are you going?"
Xia Zhiye ignored him and went straight out the door.
Song Yan was not at ease, and followed in a dizzy manner.
It was like walking to a hotel.
Song Yan didn't know where this was, and just wanted to call out Xia Zhiye, when he saw a girl with a big wave walking over in high heels in a style, then took out a handful of banknotes and threw it at Xia Zhiye's face: "Today Come to my room late."
In the next second, the world was spinning, and Xia Zhiye was pressed against the white bed sheet of the hotel, with flushed cheeks, clutching the collar of the school uniform tightly, and wanting to cry: "Sister, don't do this, sister, I'm not yet an adult, sister. …”
Hold.
Song Yan suddenly woke up, and suddenly sat up from the bed, a cold sweat broke out on her back.
Looking at it again, Xia Zhiye was still sitting in front of the computer wearing his One Piece pajamas, and he was relieved.
I couldn't help but yelled "Fuck" again.
What a fucking stupid dream.
Grabbing his hair twice, he lay down and prepared to go back to sleep, but when he closed his eyes, he saw the picture of his hot eyes and Xia Zhiye's voice calling his sister.
Looking back, it is estimated that there is a mental illness.
Song Yan couldn't take it anymore, so he sat up again, took out his mobile phone, opened the companion app, clicked on Xia Zhiye's avatar, and resent: [No mic, no private chat, no nonsense, inconvenient for PC, only play The glory of the king, three hundred and one rounds, love it or not. ]
Xia Zhiye was still checking the relevant policies for little mahjong going to kindergarten, when he suddenly saw such a message popping up on the screen, he raised his eyebrows, thinking that the little girl is quite temperamental.
And don't know if he was used to being scolded by Song Yan. When he saw this sentence, he even automatically made up Song Yan's stinky face and cold tone, and even the rich second-generation energy who regarded money as dung. all alike.
Kind of interesting.
But he has no demand for orders for the time being.
Just as he was about to block it, Shang Huai's news was sent.
[Peerless cute little businessman]: Brother Ye, let me tell you something.
[Wild]: ?
[Peerless cute little businessman]: Our beautiful male high school trio may have to go back to the old business.
[Wild]: ? ?
[Peerless cute little businessman]: That's right, I saw a company recruiting trainees today and accepting Demo.
[Wild]: So?
[Peerless cute little businessman]: So I still lack a Yamaha UP22C.
[Wild]: …
[Peerless and cute little businessman]: It's not expensive, just three thousand. As long as you help my brother this time, when I am popular all over the country, I will definitely introduce my stalwart father Xia Zhiye to everyone.
Fuck you.
Xia Zhiye glanced at Shang Huai's grinning idiot's headshot, and when he threw his phone away, it was as if he had never given birth to this mentally retarded son.
However, as soon as his eyes returned to the computer screen, he looked at the news on it, and remembered that Shang Huai, that idiot, seemed to have only had such a dream in his life, and he couldn't help but took the phone back.
[Wild]: Okay, let me show you what a father's love is like a mountain.
After he finished speaking, his fingers moved quickly on the keyboard.
[Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: No contact with microphone, no private chat, no contact information, no video, no responsibility for comforting and coaxing people. Business hours, Monday to Friday, 10:00 pm to 1:00 am, weekends are free, make an appointment one hour in advance, 20 rounds, stabilize the King of Glory, and the platform is now closed.
Song Yan looked at this long reply and felt that Xia Zhiye had some problems.
Although he had never looked for a companion, Song Yan would be able to beat the other party so much that his mother would not recognize him if he had this attitude.
And he doesn't listen to good talk. He has to slap it before he takes care of it. 300 rounds have to be cut to 20 rounds. No cerebral thrombosis can't do it for ten years.
But it's better than going astray.
Song Yan thought of the image of the hot eyes in the previous dream, and replied with disgust: [OK]
After receiving the reply, Xia Zhiye turned off the computer and prepared to go to bed, without any intention of chatting.
Just looking back, he saw Song Yan playing with his phone and asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?"
It's not that you went to the hotel with others in the middle of the night.
Song Yan said indifferently, "You didn't sleep either?"
Xia Zhiye: "There's something wrong."
Song Yan: "What's the matter?"
Xia Zhiye lifted the quilt and sat on the bed: "It's nothing, I just handed over the business with a fool with a lot of money."
Song Yan: "?"
After realizing that the foolish little fool with a lot of money might be talking about himself, his face collapsed, he directly pulled the quilt and wrapped it in it, turned to face the wall, and did not leave Xia Zhiye any warmth.
Xia Zhiye watched helplessly as the quilt slipped over him: "?"
Why did this young master suddenly lose his temper?
Tentatively: "How about you give me a little quilt? It's still cold."
Pulled down cold.
Song Yan turned around and wrapped herself even tighter.
Xia Zhiye tugged at the corner: "Just share with me?"
Song Yan completely ignored it.
Hey, this little temper needs to be cleaned up.
Xia Zhiye got up directly, and even picked up the quilt.
Song Yan suddenly lost weight and opened his eyes wide: "Xia Zhiye, what the hell are you doing?"
"What can I do, sleep."
After saying that, he found the head of the quilt, put Song Yan back on the bed, pinched the corner of the quilt, and shook it, Song Yan rolled out gruntingly.
Without waiting for him to resist, he directly unfolded the quilt, got in, and took advantage of the situation to scoop Song Yan into the quilt, put on one arm and one leg, and pressed a certain bad-tempered young master so tightly that he couldn't resist.
Then he closed his eyes contentedly: "Okay, go to sleep, good night."
Song Yan struggled and failed countless times, but the other party remained motionless and fell asleep: "..."
fuck.
Is 181 and 187 so different?
Tomorrow he will gain weight and muscle, and he will not be called Song Daxi unless he kills this idiot.
Probably because of being pinned down by someone, Song Yan dreamed of being licked by the golden retriever all night.
When he woke up, he saw Xia Zhiye wiping his hair and walking out of the bathroom topless, closing his eyes numbly.
Forget it, talk to a dog about shame.
Turned to the side, intending to continue to sleep.
Xia Zhiye walked to the bed and pulled the quilt: "Get up, don't get up and be late again."
Song Yan closed his eyes and clenched the quilt back, blocking his waist: "Don't pull, just for a while."
"The first Luo Wei's class."
"Say, just for a while."
"There are still 18 minutes to close the school gate, it's too late, be good, be obedient." Xia Zhiye just pretended that he was getting up from the habit, and while coaxing him with a good temper, he reached out and scooped him out of the quilt.
Song Yan covered the quilt tightly, and patted his hand irritably: "I've said it, just for a while, don't fucking drag it."
"In the early morning, the anger is so heavy..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xia Zhiye stopped his hand on Song Yan's body.
Song Yan's figure covering the quilt also stopped.
The air fell into an awkward silence.
Then in the next second, Song Yan directly raised his leg and kicked Xia Zhiye fiercely.
Xia Zhiye was quick-witted and grabbed his ankle: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, everyone is a man, everyone understands, I'll keep it a secret for you."
Keep your mother's secret.
Song Yan's face was thin, and her ears were already flushed. She struggled a bit and tried to free her ankle, but she was not as strong as Xia Zhiye, and she failed to break free, and she suddenly became even redder.
Xia Zhiye watched his ears turn from white to pink to red, and couldn't help laughing: "Little classmate, why not? I accidentally touched it, can I be ashamed like this?"
Ashamed of your mother.
Song Yan sat up and threw a punch.
Xia Zhiye quickly freed up his other hand and grabbed his wrist bone: "Don't worry, although you look pretty, I will never have any unreasonable thoughts about you. It was just an accident."
Not your mother's point.
Song Yan finally couldn't hold back, she cut back and knocked Xia Zhiye down, then dragged him onto the bed by the collar and beat him up.
However, considering Xia Zhiye's injuries, he didn't act ruthlessly.
Just after the beating, Song Yan and Song Xiaoyan both calmed down.
Xia Zhiye held back a smile and threw him a black T-shirt: "Your clothes were taken away by grandma early in the morning and washed, so let's make do with them."
Time was too late, Song Yan didn't take a closer look, took the T-shirt and put a set on him, brushed his teeth, washed his face, scratched his hair twice, and went out the door with his schoolbag on his back.
Xia Zhiye has already launched that pink bike.
Song Yan: "My legs are already healed."
Xia Zhiye: "But it's too late."
Xia Zhiye: "The first lesson of Luo Wei's class."
Xia Zhiye: "Five-hundred-character review by Daming Lake."
"..."
Song Yan resignedly got on the doomed pink bicycle.
When we arrived at the gate of the school, it happened to be the most crowded time.
The big fool Shang Huai saw the two from a distance, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Damn, Song Yan, why are you wearing Xia Ye's clothes? Has your relationship developed to this point?"
Originally, Song Yan and Xia Zhiye were very eye-catching in the crowd, so when they shouted, everyone at the school gate turned their heads in unison.
Then saw Xia Zhiye wearing a white letter T-shirt, holding a bag of soy milk, one foot on the pedal, the other leg resting on the ground lazily.
Behind him, Song Yan held Xia Zhiye's schoolbag in one hand, the same type of soy milk in the other, and was wearing a black letter T-shirt of the same type.
That T-shirt is still a bit big.
Song Yan was estimated to be about 1.8 meters tall, but the T-shirt on his body was nearly 1.9 meters tall. He was thin, with a large white collarbone showing at his neck, making him look very thin.
It suddenly smelled like that.
The eyes of most of the girls present became subtle, and there was a faint excitement that straight men could not understand.
The two straight men were unaware.
Xia Zhiye replied directly: "He went to sleep at my house yesterday. He didn't bring a change of clothes, so he wore mine. What's wrong?"
The voice fell, and there seemed to be a screeching sound in the air.
Everyone looked to the corner.
A girl with two ponytails who ran to the classroom of Class 1, 2nd grade every day and swayed around covered her chest and slowly fell down.
"It's nothing, it's just a broken girl's heart."
Xia Zhiye and Song Yan parked the car, and when they walked slowly to their class, their two ponytails just happened to pass them by.
Looking at the direction is coming from their seats.
Xia Zhiye put down his schoolbag and asked Little Fatty, "What's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing, she's just here to take back the chocolates she gave you last night."
"?"
"Also let me tell you that her long love for you has come to an end, please forget her."
"??"
"And let you treat your new love well. Although your love is against ethics, she will sincerely bless you."
"???"
Xia Zhiye turned to look at Song Yan with a puzzled face.
Song Yan gave him two words indifferently: "Scumbag."
"..." Xia Zhiye, "????"
Where the hell is this going?
From the beginning to the end, didn't understand when the chocolate was given, why it was suddenly taken back, and who was this girl, and who was the so-called new love, Xia Zhiye had already settled down in Song Yan's heart. Friend's scumbag image and know nothing about it.
Pretty psychedelic.
Xia Zhiye was in a trance. Ruan Tian had already entered the classroom. After habitually saying a few precautions, he opened his mouth with an unbearable expression: "What, classmates, it will be the end of September..."
The cultural and entertainment committee member Kong Xiaoxiao has covered her ears.
Every year at the end of September and the end of March are the cultural and art weeks of the third middle school. Each class has a show. For most classes, this is an activity to cultivate sentiment, but for the second and first class of high school, it is a dance of demons. 's calamity.
They are in the class of the first semester of high school. There are 39 students in the whole class, including 4 girls. So with such a strange difference in the ratio of males and females, they wrote on the artistic river of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School that they were bombarded by the principal because the chorus was too unpleasant. The saga of stepping down.
Kong Xiaoxiao is still reluctant to recall that dark history.
Ruan Tian encouraged her: "This year we are different."
Kong Xiaoxiao covered her ears and didn't want to listen at all.
Ruan Tian continued to encourage: "This time the first prize class will have a bonus of 2,000 yuan."
Kong Xiaoxiao covered her ears and still didn't want to listen.
Ruan Tian can only make a big move: "If you get the first prize, the teacher will make up another thousand yuan, plus the salary, how about you all go to eat together and have a good time?"
Kong Xiaoxiao put down her hands: "Okay, teacher, do you think it's better for Xiaopang to dance ballet or walk a tightrope face to face? I can do it."
"..." Ruan Tian, "You don't have to be so curious, it's the truth."
"Want to sing again?"
"Farewell, the principal is getting old, we can't afford it."
"Then dance? There are exactly four girls in our class, dancing four little swans, perfect."
"No, we are all from the school dance troupe. We are going to rehearse the opening dance. The class will definitely not be able to attend to it."
"Fuck, then what should we do? Even if the Drainage Margin is to be passed down, there must be a Golden Lotus Second Mother."
"But in the case of our class with a serious lack of artistic level, at most a drama will be arranged."
"Didn't the class club make a funny version of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai before, and the effect is very good?"
"The problem is that Zhu Yingtai has already gone to rehearsal for the chorus. What should I do with the rest of Liang Shanbo and Ma Wen?"
"Isn't it enough to reverse the string?"
As soon as the voice fell, the audience was quiet.
Kong Xiaoxiao: "Little Fatty, you are a genius."
Xiaopang: "Thank you, but who will come up with the question?"
The whole place was quiet again.
Then Song Yan, who was concentrating on fighting with the pulley trolley, suddenly felt a group of unfriendly gazes. When he looked up, he found that everyone was looking at him with affection and malicious intent.
Song Yan: "?"
Xiaopang's exaggerated comment: "Look at the snow-white skin, the jet-black hair, the bright red lips, tsk tsk, I'm sick of my brother, it's like Zhu Yingtai's rebirth! Who is the peerless beauty to give to you!"
Song Yan looked at him: "Have you decided where to bury?"
Fatty shut up obediently: "I'm sorry for disturbing you."
He looked up at Ruan Tian again.
Ruan Tian looked like a mother who sent her son on an expedition: "Song Yan, the future of the first class depends on you."
The whole class nodded: "Yes! The future of the first class depends on you!"
Song Yan didn't care about the future of the first class, and looked indifferent: "Have you ever seen Lin Daiyu pulling a weeping willow upside down?"
The crowd shook their heads.
"Then have you seen Voldemort carrying a hoe and burying flowers?"
The crowd shook their heads again.
"So you want to see me play Zhu Yingtai because you have some serious brain disease?"
The crowd nodded frantically without hesitation.
Song Yan: "..."
Do these people live on the stave?
Just fucking outrageous.