Since elementary school, Xia Zhiye has been particularly attracted to girls. In junior high school and high school, some small gifts of milk tea cakes are secretly delivered every once in a while, and the whole class is not used to it.

And Xia Zhiye's attitude towards this is not to accept it at all.

But the things that were sent in the past usually have their name and contact information attached, and he knows where to go when he returns them.

However, this time looked inside and out of the shoe box, but couldn't find any information. called customer service and was told that had no right to disclose the customer's **, and would not refund if wanted to return it without payment information.

There was really no other way, Xia Zhiye simply closed the shoe box, stuffed it back into the shopping bag, and stood up.

Song Yan raised her head and said, "Where are you going?

"Lost and found."

"?"

Xia Zhiye picked up the bag in his hand: "This kind of thing of unknown origin is unacceptable."

"..."

What you bought is unknown.

After spending most of his net worth, Song Yan couldn't helplessly watch this thing lying in the lost and found area, and said angrily, "I already said that someone who has a crush on you may have given it to you, so I don't know where I came from. ?"

"?"

Why did Song Yan suddenly care about such a thing?

Xia Zhiye was puzzled, and Song Yan added indifferently, "Anyway, you are not inferior to these two secret lovers."

"..."

After a slight pause, Xia Zhiye seemed to have a bit of an aftertaste.

Is Song Yan's tone of voice jealous?

That thing is even more expensive.

After all, although it is not yet completely sure whether Song Yan has that intention, but he does have some meaning, so he must be highly conscious about this kind of thing.

This is the most basic moral literacy and self-discipline as a man.

So ignoring Song Yan's cold expression of wanting to beat someone, he smiled softly and indulgently: "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who picks up other people's things."

After speaking, without waiting for Song Yan to stop him, he handed the things to Kong Xiaoxiao who was about to go to the student union office: "Sister Xiao, please drop by and take me to the Lost and Found Office."

Kong Xiaoxiao was so accustomed to this kind of thing that she didn't even bother to look at it, she took it directly, and then walked quickly to the office of the student union with a large pile of documents.

Song Yan looked at her back as she left with 1399 yuan: "..."

Xia Zhiye is a purebred idiot.

Xia Zhiye also felt very good about himself and felt that he had withstood the test of his potential future boyfriend's loyalty. He sat back in his seat, took out his mobile phone, and asked thoughtfully, "Brother Yan, what do you want for lunch?"

I want to eat your brain.

Song Yan resisted the urge to beat Xia Zhiye to death on the spot, pulled out a chemistry workbook and slapped the table hard, and said coldly, "Eat the cafeteria."

Xia Zhiye stopped when he ordered takeout, tilted his head and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Canteen?"

"Well, the food outside is not clean, and I have diarrhea these days." Song Yan casually made a random excuse to try to put it off.

Xia Zhiye took it seriously, frowned slightly, and reached out to touch Song Yan's stomach: "What's wrong."

The palm of his hand was pasted on Song Yan's lower abdomen across the school uniform, and the body temperature of the ironing post came. Song Yan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and slapped Xia Zhiye's hand off with a slap: "Don't fucking touch it."

"Seriously, where is the discomfort, here or here?" Xia Zhiye pressed his fingertips slightly, pressed Song Yan's lower abdomen again, and moved two places. .

Song Yan instantly felt that the direction of blood flow in his lower abdomen was starting to go wrong. Out of instinct, he quickly knocked off Xia Zhiye's hand again, and even raised the volume unconsciously: "I said, don't fucking touch it!"

With a loud noise, the classroom, which was not too noisy, instantly became as quiet as a chicken.

Everyone turned their heads silently, and then saw Xia Zhiye's hand hiding behind the table in the corner of the classroom, not knowing where he was touching Song Yan, while Song Yan, who was touched by him, had a reddish complexion, like anger or resentment, and he was beautiful and delicious.

So three seconds later, he turned back in a neat silence, as if to show that he didn't see anything.

The innocent Song Yan was left: "..."

This day really can't be over.

Song Yan didn't want to talk to Xia Zhiye all afternoon.

Xiaopang didn't hear the flirting and flirting between the two for a whole afternoon. He was a little uncomfortable. He turned around and asked Xia Zhiye secretly: "Master Xia, why are you annoying brother."

Hearing this, Xia Zhiye turned his head to look at Song Yan, and said lazily, "Brother Yan, Xiao Pang asked me why I messed with you."

Fatty: "..."

The two of you are flirting with each other, why bother pulling me on the back of this fat guy.

Fortunately, Song Yan didn't intend to hurt the innocent. He lowered his head and wrote the paper, his fingertips moved quickly, and his tone was indifferent: "If you didn't provoke me, you just didn't have time."

As he said that, he reached into the table with his left hand, took out a standing sign with white characters on a red background and patted it to the right. The eight characters on the standing sign instantly stabbed Xiao Pang's pair of dog eyes that belonged to scumbags—[Retreat to study, do not disturb]

"Don't, geezer, you've already beat me up for missing one exam, and you have to study so hard, do you want to be the number one scholar in the college entrance examination?"

Xiaopang originally just wanted to casually criticize these wicked academic tyrants who are trying to continue to widen the gap between the rich and the poor, but he heard Song Yan let out a flat "um".

After being stunned for a while, after reacting, the fat man asked tentatively, "Is the meaning of this 'um' what I think it means?"

"Um."

"..."

Xiaopang stretched out his right hand and gave his thumb up: "As expected of my disgusted brother, with such a grand ambition, you are really amazing in the third middle school. Today you are proud of the third middle school, and tomorrow the third middle school will be proud of you."

"Sorry, I'm not proud of No. 3 Middle School." Song Yan interrupted Xiao Pang's generous speech rationally.

The little fat was slightly stalked, and then he said with his conscience: "Oh, geezer, you can't say that. In fact, our third middle school is also very good. You don't know, we were also the provincial champion thirty-five years ago."

Song Yan: "I know."

Fatty: "You know?!"

"Well, because that's my dad."

"..."

Suddenly, Fatty didn't really want to talk to Song Yan.

What is unfair?

That's called unfairness.

People's parents have good grades from childhood, good careers when they grow up, have a rich second generation, continue to achieve good grades, good careers, endless descendants, and solidification of class, starting with a single step.

So is it his fault for his poor grades?

Not to blame.

To blame, he can only blame his parents for his college entrance examination scores of 250 and 251. His achievement today belongs to the genetic mutation in the history of human evolution.

"So you are determined to get the top spot in the college entrance examination in order to prove that you are better than your father?" Xiaopang recalled the youth inspirational films he had watched with grievances between father and son, and made a reasonable guess.

Song Yan threw out two words without hesitation: "No."

"that is because……?"

"Because my previous college entrance examination champion can get a scholarship of 1 million yuan."

"..."

So realistic.

Scholarships are not difficult to understand, after all, a broken school like No. 3 Middle School can get a scholarship of 200,000 yuan for a top student in the college entrance examination, not to mention the kind of private school that Song Yan used to go to with extremely expensive tuition.

But what is more difficult to understand is that Song Yan, a rich second generation, is so short of money?

Xiao Pang still wanted to ask a question, but Xia Zhiye slapped him back on the back of his head with a slap: "Okay, review yours carefully, a person who can't even get on the Internet cares about the rich second-generation scholar."

Xiaopang rubbed his not very smart head aggrievedly: "Who said I can't get on the first line, this time I spent a full 80 yuan to buy the review materials of Shiwai Dashen, and I couldn't pass the midterm exam. I'm sorry for the pocket money I used to live frugally."

"Then good luck."

Xia Zhiye didn't care.

Song Yan didn't speak any more, and continued to bury her head in writing.

Since he entered junior high school, he has already decided that he will not go to competitions or walks in the future, and will only compete for college entrance examination scores.

Because only with the scholarship can he have the ability to live independently, can he completely leave Song Minghai and live the life he wants to live in an upright manner.

So Song Minghai wanted to take back his credit card, and he paid it back without saying a word.

He wouldn't deliberately use Song Minghai's money hypocritically. After all, he still had his mother's share in the family business, but if Song Minghai didn't give it, he would never lose his face and take the initiative to ask for it.

Anyway, it's not like he can't live without Song Minghai's pocket money, so there's no need to suffer from that cowardice.

From childhood to adulthood, the large sums of pocket money have been clocked into the card at regular intervals, and Young Master Song feels that this is not a big deal at all.

Song Yan fell into a long silence until he went to the dry cleaner with a large bag of clothes at night and was told that the dry cleaning fee was half of his entire net worth.

In the past, I never cared about the price because I was so generous.

Song Yan stood silent for a while at the door of the dry cleaners, and finally lowered the brim of his hat, turned into the convenience store next door, and bought a bottle of Blue Moon.

After Xia Zhiye got off his evening self-study, he went back to Zaijiu Lane for some business. When he returned to the dormitory, he opened the door and fell into the fragrance of laundry detergent.

Not even half a bottle of Blue Moon rubbed the floor, it could not create such a strong effect.

Xia Zhiye looked at the wet and occasionally bubbling ground, looked at the row of clothes that were still dripping with water on the balcony, and looked at the mop that was flying left and right, looking irritable and wished to put it on the spot. Song Yan, whose dormitory was demolished: "..."

Song Yan felt the silent stare at the door, and raised her head impatiently while holding the mop: "Have you seen anyone doing laundry?"

"..."

I have seen it, but have never seen the whole dormitory washed by the way.

Xia Zhiye made up his mind about the eldest young master's attempt to experience life on his own. As a result, he was in a hurry to wash the clothes, and he was not obedient to the clothes. The laundry detergent was still on the ground. The scene where the clothes are washed is both distressing and funny.

Walking onto the balcony, he took the mop from Song Yan's hand: "Why do you suddenly remember doing laundry by yourself?"

Song Yan said angrily, "The dry cleaners are closed, I'm happy to wash it myself, it's none of your business."

The dry cleaner is in a residential alley that is completely opposite to the school, and Xia Zhiye doesn't have the chance to pass by on weekdays. Hearing Song Yan's words, he didn't think much about it and just believed it.

Reaching out to grasp the hem of one of the knitted sweaters, knuckles tucked in.

slam-la-

grunt-

In addition to the water that was not wrung out, there were also a string of two or three or four strings of snow-white laundry detergent bubbles.

Song Yan: "..."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

After a long while, Xia Zhiye nodded: "I can see that these clothes are also very happy, and they are bubbling with joy."

Song Yan: "..."

Go to your uncle.

He didn't want to say a word to Xia Zhiye. With a straight face, he stretched out his hand to pull his clothes, intending to wash it again by himself.

However, Xia Zhiye grabbed his wrist and walked forward, looking at the wrinkled skin and white holes that suddenly appeared on a certain eldest young master's fine and flawless finger pulp, and asked, "When washing clothes, did it?"

Song Yan didn't notice it at first, but after listening to him, he followed his line of sight and found that there were many small holes in his fingers that were punctured by needle points, but he didn't take it seriously: "Maybe."

"It turned out to be a little princess with peas."

Xia Zhiye lowered his head and chuckled softly.

Song Yan didn't hear clearly: "What master?"

"It's nothing, it means that this laundry detergent is too alkaline, your skin is too tender, and it burns a bit."

"so?"

"So just go back to the bed and lie down, and let the slaves help the young master to wash the laundry." Xia Zhiye smiled lazily as he put back the row of clothes that were almost washed and unwashed.

Song Yan went to grab it with a cold face: "No need."

Xia Zhiye is tall and has long arms, so when he lifts his hand, he gently avoids: "Okay, I'll finish washing it in a while, but after you wash it, I probably won't be able to take a shower and sleep tonight, and I'll have to do it in the morning tomorrow. When we go to the school team to participate in basketball training, we should feel sorry for me when we are tired of brother, okay?"

Xia Zhiye's voice has a unique laziness and sloppiness, and once it is wrapped in a smile to coax people, it always makes people think that what he says is right.

Song Yan was still a little concerned about his strength and activity in washing clothes. Once he started to wash clothes again, he might not be able to sleep until two in the morning, so in a moment of hesitation, Xia Zhiye had already walked into the bathroom and closed the door by the way.

Song Yan went back to his seat and took out his phone, thinking that this is not the way to go.

He can eat in the cafeteria and use the meal card.

He can do the laundry by himself, but there is also Xia Zhiye.

But there are definitely many other places to spend money in the future.

Not to mention anything else, let's just say that his waistcoat of [a rich woman with a lot of money and beauty] has to pay Xia Zhiye at least 200 yuan every week. You can't just stop it, right? Otherwise, what if Xia Zhiye went to find those strange good sisters again.

Song Yan felt annoyed at the thought of Xia Zhiye coaxing other girls with that lazy and laughing voice.

So in addition to throttling, he must also open source.

But how can it be open source? It is impossible to sell clothes and shoes on Xianyu. Thinking that the clothes and shoes he wears may not know what strange people will buy and do strange things in the end, Song Yan is all over his body. uncomfortable.

It's okay to play games, but playing with him in terms of his style of play and character is basically equivalent to consumption fraud.

The rest is best at learning, but how learning changes...

Learning how to not realize.

Song Yan suddenly remembered that this morning, Xiaopang seemed to have said that he spent 80 yuan to buy a review material for some real gods.

After a little thought, Song Yan clicked on Xiao Chuan's WeChat avatar.

[YAN]: In?

[Not allowed to come to Japan for a long time]:? ? ?

[Not allowed to come to Japan Fangchang]:! ! !

[Not allowed to come to Japan Fangchang]: Damn it! Live geek!

[YAN]:  …

[Not allowed to come to Japan Fangchang]: We have been friends for two months, this is the first time you chat with me! Omg! I am so excited! Or are you actually Mr. Xia?

[YAN]:  …

How could Xia Zhiye use his cell phone? In the eyes of this group of people, has his relationship with Xia Zhiye been so good?

He and Xia Zhiye are obviously not familiar with each other.

Song Yan thought while continuing to reply:

[YAN]: No, I am looking for you for something

[Not allowed to come to Japan Fangchang]: Oh, okay, brother Yan, you ordered

[YAN]: What happened to the purchase of study materials you mentioned this morning?

[Fangchang not allowed to come to Japan]: Oh, that is, these key high schools in our district have an examination and learning exchange group. Before each district joint examination, they will exchange information to help each other improve their grades. Sometimes there are also great gods. Come in and sell some study materials.

Song Yan thought for a while and replied:

[YAN]: Do you know who the Great God is?

[Not allowed to come to Japan]: I don’t know, it’s all about adding a small account to the group. The Great God first uploads the learning materials of a unit in the group. If you find it useful, you can increase the number of God’s small account to buy the rest, and the penguin transfers money without revealing personal information.

[Not allowed to come to Japan Fangchang]: But why did you suddenly remember to ask this?

[YAN]: Oh, nothing, just I have a friend whose grades are not very good, and I want to buy one too.

[Not allowed to come to Japan Fangchang]: That's ok, then I'll send you the group number. There is more than one great god in it. There are all kinds of achievements and subjects. .

[YAN]: Well, thanks.

Song Yan has been called the God of Learning since junior high school, because he is handsome, has good grades, and plays games. He seems to be much more relaxed than the kind of scholar who puts himself in the sea of ​​questions every day, but in fact Song Yan should The questions and notes that should be sorted out have not been left behind, but he pays more attention to efficiency.

Therefore, the notes he leaves at the end are generally the most important, the essence of the essence, whether it is a summary of knowledge points or a summary of problem-solving ideas, it is definitely a weapon to give points to people with good grades.

It happened that when he went to Shen Jiayan's house to sort out knowledge points for Shen Jiayan on the National Day, he scanned all his notebooks for an archive. At that time, it was to save it on his mobile phone to facilitate review anytime and anywhere, but now it just came in handy.

The group administrator quickly approved Song Yanxiao's application.

The group was very lively, news rushed out, and in less than a minute, it was 99 plus.

But Song Yan was not interested in chatting, so he sent directly:

[Like]: The learning materials for the second year of high school are sold, and the subjects are mathematics, physics and chemistry, and the content focuses on the key and difficult points. Suitable for the crowd: 1. Stable the first line, trying to hit the heavy cost, but the difficulty is difficult to digest the crowd. 2. Steady on the line, trying to hit the top 5, but the last two big issues played an unstable crowd. 3. Do not disturb below one line. Price: 80 for one subject, 150 for two subjects, 210 for three subjects, 250 for four subjects. Check out the group photo album.

Just finished posting, followed by a row of question marks.

[Unable to retrieve name 1]: ? ? ?

[Unable to retrieve name 2]: ? ? ?

[Unable to retrieve name 3]: ? ? ?

[Cannot get name 1]: Where is this newcomer from? It's really crazy, you dare to compare the price to the great god when you come up?

[Cannot get name 2]: Yes, and also a copy of Do Not Disturb offline, performance discrimination?

[Unable to get the name 3]: Only a fool would buy this without a name.

...

[I will not give up until I take the Tsinghua exam]: I'm sorry, I'm that fool.

[Cannot get names 1, 2, 3]: ? Qingshen, what to say.

[I will not give up until I take the Tsinghua exam]: Absolutely, really absolutely, I have never seen learning materials that thoroughly understand the last two major problems in mathematics. Although the trial reading only summarizes the number sequence problems, it can be seen from the inside. . I decided not to buy Dashuaibi this time, just buy this Like.

[Unable to retrieve name 1]: Damn, is it true or false?

[The little monster just wants to go to Peking University]: Really! I just watched his physics! Also absolutely! I have added him as a friend, beg him to pass quickly

[Cannot get name 2]: Sorry, I went to the trial reading, and I also decided to betray Da Shuai Bi.

[Unable to retrieve name 1]: Then I'll take a look too.

...

Everything was within Song Yan's expectations.

He closed the group chat interface, and sure enough he received several friend requests.

His data is mainly aimed at those students in the middle and upper classes. The audience is actually very limited, so he does not expect much sales, but as long as these customers can be stabilized.

Song Yan also had confidence in her information.

However, just after he received the money, he sent the complete study materials to the [Tsinghua University Pledge], and the other party immediately replied with two words: [Fuck]

[Like]: ?

[I will not give up until I take the Tsinghua exam]: Shuaibi Dashen has a big discount in the group.

[Like]: ?

[I will not give up until I take the Tsinghua exam]: His study materials have always been the best group in the group, but compared to yours, they are more towards the basic audience, not so suitable for me, but he has such a discount, many other people I'd probably prefer to buy him.

Song Yanqiu went back to the group and saw that a non-mainstream avatar that was very popular ten years ago had posted a message in the group: [Jumping off the building, the original price is 80 per subject, the current price is only 68, no 998, no 888, as long as 228, bring home the information of the four subjects]

Song Yan: ?

In these years, even selling a study material has to be inscribed?

Just after thinking about it, [the world's number one handsome ratio] said again: In fact, I don't want to deliberately compete with the like god, but life is not easy, cats are performing arts, I am really short of money.

[Can't get name 1]: Handsome God, what happened?

[The No. 1 Handsome Rival in the World]: Actually, it's nothing, as you all know, I am lonely and have no family, so I can only thank you for your love and sell my study materials to make a living.

[The No. 1 Handsome Ratio in the World]: However, recently I fell in love with a person who shouldn't fall in love. He is so dazzling, so beautiful, so rich, so good. I know that he and I are not from the same world. I can't get on him, so I'm not going to tell him, I just want to give him a present at Christmas two months from now, to let him know that there was a little guy who humbly admired him.

[Can't get name 1]: Woohoo, I'm so touched

[Can't get name 2]: Come on handsome! we support you!

[Unable to retrieve name 3]: Yes! Your grades are so good! You will definitely be able to turn your back on life and marry Bai Fumei! come on!

[The No. 1 Handsome Rival in the World]: So are you willing to buy my study materials?

[Unable to retrieve name 1]: Buy it!

[Cannot get name 2]: Buy it!

[Unable to retrieve name 3]: Buy it!

Song Yan: "..."

He didn't know for a while whether to lament the brazenness of this handsome guy or the stupidity of these melon eaters.

When he was speechless, the door to the bathroom opened, and when he looked up, he saw Xia Zhiye holding the basin in one hand and playing with the phone in the other, and came out from inside.

Although Song Yan can't do laundry, it's not like he can't hang clothes. Seeing Xia Zhiye's appearance, he seems to be busy with something, so he got up and walked over to take the bowl: "You can do it first, I'll dry it myself."

"It's alright, I'll be done soon, let me dry it, or I'll get your clothes wet when I turn back."

Song Yan couldn't help but glanced at his screen, but with this slight glance, his eyes could no longer be taken away.

Because he saw Xia Zhiye's screen was an interface of a penguin chat group.

Group Name: Out of Law

Image on the right: Funeral Family Kills Matt

ID above the avatar: The world's largest handsome ratio

Song Yan: "..."

Therefore, the shameless and shameless competitor who sells the miserable cry is far away from the horizon.

He spent most of his net worth buying him shoes, but he had to rob him of business to give gifts to the people he liked for Christmas.

Song Yan clenched his fist tightly.

After a long while, he took a deep breath: "Xia Zhiye, let's fight."

Xia Zhiye, who was counting the money enough to buy a small washing machine for the eldest young master in the dormitory, raised his head blankly: "?"

Did he do something wrong again?

The author has something to say: Xia Zhiye: I am loyal, abide by attack and morality, and never accept gifts from others!

Song Yan: Xia Zhiye is an idiot!

Xia Zhiye: I am gentle and considerate, meticulous, and I care whether my wife's stomach hurts!

Song Yan: Xia Zhiye is such an idiot?

Xia Zhiye: I study hard, work hard to make money, and buy a washing machine for my wife!

Song Yan: Xia Zhiye is an idiot!

Xia Zhiye: ???