Song Yan must have been sincere and wanted to fight Xia Zhiye.

As soon as the voice fell, a fist hit it straight.

Before Xia Zhiye could react, he stepped back by instinct, then held the basin in one hand and the phone in the other, and was pushed to the corner of the wall.

And Song Yan's fist just brushed the side of his ear, wrapped in a swift and violent fist wind, and slammed into the wall.

After the two remained silent for three seconds in such a strange posture, Xia Zhiye tentatively asked two words: "Bidong?"

"..."

Wall your dad's thump.

Song Yan wanted to pry open Xia Zhiye's skull to see how this person's brain circuits grew.

However, when he looked up, he saw Xia Zhiye's blinking peach blossom eyes and a large pot of clothes tightly held in his hands, and felt that he was unreasonable.

The sneakers were given by myself, and I chose to be anonymous because I was afraid that Xia Zhiye would be burdened. From Xia Zhiye's point of view, gifts of unknown origin should not have been accepted. As for selling materials to grab business Things are more on their own.

So in the end, Xia Zhiye didn't do anything wrong from beginning to end. He even helped him wash his clothes, so he should say thank you.

But the truth is such a truth, but Song Yan didn't know why he was stuck in a panic.

When he thought that he was here to give Xia Zhiye sneakers, but Xia Zhiye tried his best to give gifts to the people he liked, his heart swelled up, and he couldn't explain the reason, and it didn't make sense.

Anyway, he was upset, and when he saw Xia Zhiye's attractive peach eyes, he wanted to punch him twice, so as not to wink at him all day long.

In the end, however, he still slammed into the wall, then coldly retracted his fist, took the basin, turned around, and hung up the clothes without saying a word, with the words "I'm not happy today" written in big letters. live.

Xia Zhiye then realized that Song Yan was not in the wall just now, but really wanted to punch him, and estimated that if the punch really hit him, at least a rib would be broken.

The desire to survive made him realize the seriousness of the matter and asked in a low voice, "Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Song Yan was expressionless: "I'm not unhappy."

"Are you still unhappy?"

"I was born with facial paralysis, do you mind?"

"..."

Don't mind.

Xia Zhiye replied obediently, "I don't mind, I like it very much, very good."

"Then get out of the way."

After Song Yan finished drying the clothes, she regained her senses, and found that Xia Zhiye had blocked the balcony door, and lifted her eyelids angrily.

It was only then that Xia Zhiye realized that Song Yan's unhappiness today was a bit wrong. Compared with the serious unhappiness and indifference before, this unhappiness today seems to be a little bit of a tantrum.

He didn't mind Song Yan's temper, but he didn't want to understand why Song Yan suddenly lost his temper?

"Did you encounter something unhappy?" Xia Zhiye looked down at Song Yan.

Song Yan replied calmly, "Do you think there is anything to be happy about today?"

The resentment seems to be quite large.

Xia Zhiye recalled that, except for the fact that the dry cleaner was closed today, a certain young master had to wash his clothes for two hours and the floor had not been cleaned.

Could it be that Song Yan really hated washing clothes to such an extent?

It seems that the plan to buy a washing machine must be advanced.

Xia Zhiye helped Song Yan press down the furious hairs on top of his head, "Don't worry, everything will be fine with me here."

"?"

"From now on, your clothes are mine. I will treat them like my own clothes, and I will never let you suffer any grievances."

"..."

Song Yan felt that it was a pity that Xia Zhiye was not beaten.

However, Song Yan finally held back and didn't beat Xia Zhiye, and after washing his face coldly, he lay on the bed.

Probably because the anger didn't come out, didn't sleep well all night, and even the sleeping pills didn't work.

When he woke up the next morning, his head was a little dizzy, but Song Yan didn't take it seriously. When he got to the classroom, he was ready to lie down on the table and start to catch up on sleep.

Xia Zhiye handed a bag of hot soy milk with a straw inserted and a peeled tea egg to him: "Eat breakfast before going to bed."

The voice was soft, and it was a very ordinary sentence, but it sounded like coaxing a child.

At the front desk, Fatty and Zhao Ruiwen shook their heads, feeling that they had no ears to listen to.

Only Song Yan himself didn't notice it, he stood up sullenly, took the soy milk as usual, took a sip, and frowned slightly: "It's bitter."

"Is it bitter?" Xia Zhiye took back the soy milk from his hand and took a sip from the straw, "It's not bitter."

"Maybe your mouth is wrong when you wake up in the morning." Song Yan had no appetite, and pushed the breakfast to Xia Zhiye's side, then slumped down and closed his eyes.

His brows creased slightly, and he looked very sleepy.

Xia Zhiye didn't bother him any more, and slowly drank the rest of the soy milk with the straw he just drank.

Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen, who turned around and wanted to talk about gossip but accidentally witnessed this scene: "..."

Will this old couple's sense of sight be too strong?

"Today's gay gas is a bit over the limit." Little Fatty shook his head.

Zhao Ruiwen nodded: "I agree with this minister."

Xia Zhiye couldn't get used to the fussing of these two, holding the bag of soy milk in one hand and the English multiple-choice question in the other, without raising his eyelids: "If you have something to say, let it go."

"It's nothing, I just want you to help us see if this learning material is worth buying."

Xia Zhiye paused his fingers and raised his eyelids: "What learning materials?"

"Well, that's it." Zhao Ruiwen pushed the phone in front of him, "Yesterday, there was a new god Like in the group, and the price was raised to the same level as the handsome god. It is said that it is only for the top-notch sprint for middle and upper grades, I am a little bit. Heartbroken, but I don't know if it's true or not."

Xia Zhiye glanced at it and vaguely felt that the handwriting seemed familiar, but he didn't think much about it. After reading two pages, he lazily pushed back the phone: "It's quite suitable for you, but it's okay for Xiaopang."

Fatty: "Why?"

Xia Zhiye: "Because you don't understand."

"..." Xiao Pang died violently on the spot, and then cheated on the corpse, "Forget it, I'll continue to support Shuai Shen, maybe I can contribute to his wife pursuit career."

Xia Zhiye's psychological quality is very good, his face does not change, his heart does not beat: "You are right, it is not easy for a poor family to give a gift to someone they like."

"That's right, although I'm very tempted by the like god, but I'll buy the handsome god too. Once the youth love story between the poor boy Xueba and Bai Fumei's school flower becomes a good story in the world." Zhao Ruiwen pushed his glasses, and once Face yearning, "I started to look forward to Christmas Eve this year. What a beautiful and moving story it must be."

"That's right." Little Fatty covered his heart, "The handsome god must have had the courage to express his love for that Bai Fumei, so how can we turn a blind eye."

The exaggerated and pretentious drama tone failed to awaken Xia Zhiye's shame at all, and he nodded in agreement: "Well, indeed, the love is too bad, and the gift you want to give is definitely not cheap, so you remember to help him promote more. "

"do not worry."

"no problem."

The two of them deserved to be happy, but Song Yan, who was lying on his stomach to catch up with sleep, scratched the back of his head twice in annoyance.

Xia Zhiye thought he was too noisy, and with a look, Zhao Ruiwen and Xiaopang closed their mouths and turned around silently.

However, Song Yan was simply annoying Xia Zhiye.

I don't usually see which girl he is in contact with, why did he suddenly fall in love with him? And since he was so poor, he still thought about giving gifts to others, which was really unconscionable.

The more Song Yan thought about it, the more annoyed he became, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

In the end, annoyed and annoyed, he fell asleep in a daze, and even the occasional low cough in his sleep was full of unhappy emotions.

Why did you suddenly start coughing?

Is your throat uncomfortable?

Xia Zhiye thought about picking up the thermos cup and got up to give Song Yan a cup of hot water.

As soon as he returned to his seat, Ruan Tian entered the classroom.

The small face wore a large mask, and he didn't even take it off when he spoke, and his voice was still a little hoarse: "Students, I'm very sorry, the teacher accidentally caught a cold, and my throat couldn't hold it, so these days we have The main thing is to do questions and papers, and when the teacher's voice is better, we can concentrate on explaining it."

"It's okay, Sister Tian, ​​you have a good rest, your health is important."

"That's right, we still have English class representatives and monitor, don't worry."

"Yes, it really can't be done, we can study by ourselves."

This group of children are still very caring at critical times. Ruan Tian is very relieved: "Teacher is fine, it's just that the seasons have changed recently, the temperature has dropped rapidly, and it is also a flu-prone period. You must keep warm and wash your hands frequently. If you feel unwell, you must notify the teacher in time, isolate and observe, do you hear?"

After finishing speaking, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Song Yan still sleeping on his stomach in the back corner of the classroom. He didn't seem to want to get up and listen to the class. He shifted his eyes and looked at Xia Zhiye next to him, reminding him friendly: "For example, lying in the classroom this day. It is very easy to catch a cold when you sleep in it, and it is recommended that the same table should take some care measures.”

Xia Zhiye thought it made sense, turned around, took off a thick coat from the back of his chair, and put it on Song Yan tightly.

Ruan Tian: "..."

Fatty: "..."

all the classmates:"……"

It is also a play.

Ruan Tian's original intention was to make Xia Zhiye wake up Song Yan, but Song Yan has always been self-conscious about his studies, and he knows all kinds of things in his mind. Maybe he is really sleepy.

Under Ruan Tian's connivance, Song Yan directly slept through two English lessons.

But the third class was a math class, and Luo Wei was not so good at talking.

In order to prevent Song Daxi from being punished to stand again, Xia Zhiye patted Song Yan's head lightly: "Song Yan, get up."

Song Yan ignored him at all.

Xia Zhiye pinched his earlobe again: "Song Daxi, get up."

Song Daxi still ignored him.

Xia Zhiye could only use his trump card and leaned into his ear: "Baby Song Yan..."

Song Yanbao didn't even lift his head, he picked up an English workbook and smashed it: "Are you fucking annoying!"

Gee, getting up is still so irritated.

But why is the nasal sound so heavy today, it sounds like the sound of the urn.

Xia Zhiye rubbed the back of his head twice: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Yan's head hurt so badly, she just wanted to sleep, she lay on the table, and said angrily, "It's none of your business."

Xia Zhiye has learned to habitually ignore his words: "Get up and drink some hot water before going to bed."

Song Yan was still angry: "I don't want to drink."

"You have to drink if you don't want to. Your voice doesn't sound right."

"I said, don't drink, and it's none of your business if my voice is right."

Song Yan was so annoyed that she sat up and pushed away the thermos cup that Xia Zhiye had pushed over.

The delicate brows were frowned irritably, and the end of the eyes and cheeks showed some strange flushing, showing an obvious abnormal morbidity on the pale complexion.

Xia Zhiye immediately turned away from the grinning coaxing look just now, grabbed Song Yan's shoulder that was about to lie down, and said solemnly, "Don't move."

Reaching out his right hand, the palm gently pressed against Song Yan's forehead, feeling the abnormally hot body temperature of someone whose body temperature has always been low, Xia Zhiye wrapped Song Yan with his coat without saying a word: "You have a fever. , go to the infirmary."

Only then did Song Yan realize that her discomfort might not be simply because she didn't sleep well.

But it's not a trivial matter to have a fever at this juncture. Who knows if it's the flu or the new crown. Either way, it's highly contagious.

Song Yan pushed Xia Zhiye away with a cold face: "Get out of the way, I'll go by myself."

Xia Zhiye asked back, "How do you get there yourself?"

"How I like to go."

Song Yan put on his mask and stood up.

However, as soon as he stood up, the top-heavy dizziness suddenly hit, and the muscles all over his body showed a weak soreness, which was completely unable to support him to stand steadily, let alone take an extra step, so his body softened and he fell back to his seat. superior.

Xia Zhiye hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Not wearing a mask, still so close.

Song Yan was in a hurry, and she started to push hard: "Can you fucking stay away from me!"

His tone was urgent and severe, his brows were furrowed, his movements were more instinctive, and he seemed to be a manifestation of extreme irritability and rejection.

Xia Zhiye remembered Song Yan's petty temper that had started last night, and his heart sank, wondering if Song Yan had discovered something, or why would he suddenly start rejecting him.

But none of that matters now.

The important thing is Song Yan's physical condition.

He ignored Song Yan's shoving and helped him stand up and said calmly, "Let's go to the infirmary first."

"I said I can...Fuck, what are you doing, Xia Zhiye!"

Before Song Yan could finish speaking, his body suddenly fell softly and fell down, and then he felt himself suddenly vacated, and Xia Zhiye held his waist with one hand and his knees with the other, and hugged him horizontally.

Hold.

In front of everyone's eyes, he, a big man, was picked up by the princess, and he didn't want to lose face: "Xia Zhiye, are you fucking sick?!"

There was no joke on Xia Zhiye's face: "Now is not the time to be angry."

"Who the fuck is angry with you, let me go, fuck..."

Song Yan had to have no strength and no brains at the moment. After resisting with all his strength for two times, it was useless. He could only bury his face in Xia Zhiye's collar, pretending that others would not see him. .

But everyone else saw it.

The entire second-year high school class witnessed a cold war quarrel between a young couple and the overbearing school princess hugged: "..."

It's fucking love.

Song Yan doesn't know if love is not love.

He only knew that he had the heart to strangle Xia Zhiye.

However, despite the nucleic acid test and virus test, it was confirmed that Song Yan was just a fever caused by a common low immunity, but just in case, the school doctor decided to isolate him in the infirmary to observe alone, and not let others Therefore, Song Yan temporarily lost the opportunity to strangle Xia Zhiye with his own hands.

Lying alone on the white single bed in the infirmary, curled up slightly, he looked fragile and lonely.

Xia Zhiye stood outside the window looking at Song Yan's back, turned his head, and asked for the 108th time, "I really can't go in?"

The school doctor was angrily and funny when he asked: "Little classmate, if you ask me a hundred times, I won't let you in."

"Didn't they all find out it's just a common fever?"

"That doesn't work either, this is the school, everything should be just in case." The school doctor glanced at the time, "And classmate, you should go back to class."

Xia Zhiye turned back and looked inside the house again: "It's okay, I'm the first in grade, so I don't need to go to class."

School doctor: "..."

Are young people today so ignorant of humility?

If it weren't for the fact that both of them were boys, he would have suspected that he was in a puppy love with this reluctant and extremely worried look.

Finally, seeing Xia Zhiye like this, he couldn't hold back and sighed: "Okay, if you're afraid that he's bored and guarding here, there's no way, why don't you help him pack up and get some books? Mobile phone, tablet, come here, play with him, and pass the time."

What the doctor said makes sense.

Xia Zhiye nodded: "Well, okay. Then you must remember to stay here all the time, don't pull the curtains, don't turn off the lights, don't let him alone..."

"Okay, okay, you've said it eight hundred times, let's go!"

The good-natured school doctor couldn't bear it anymore, and violently drove Xia Zhiye away.

When Xia Zhiye returned to the classroom, the others did not shy away, and came together to care about Song Yan's condition.

After hearing Xia Zhiye say that Song Yan is fine, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine, it's fine, but Master Xia, didn't the princess hug Brother Yan today and he hasn't killed him yet?"

The person who said it was just joking.

Xia Zhiye remained silent.

He wasn't killed for the time being, but when Song Yan's illness recovered, everything would be hard to say.

Thinking of Song Yan's appearance of being very angry since yesterday and the violent pushing and shoving that he directly rejected today, Xia Zhiye felt that Song Yan might have realized that he had some unacceptable thoughts about him, so he was unhappy.

He doesn't care about other people's opinions, but he cares about Song Yan's opinions.

Kong Xiaoxiao is a girl, and her mind is more sensitive. Xia Zhiye's silence made her feel that something was wrong, and she asked in a low voice, "Master Xia, why are you in a bad mood?"

"No."

Xia Zhiye responded perfunctorily and continued to help Song Yan pack up.

When took out schoolbag, didn't pay attention, and the phone slipped from the side pocket and fell to the ground.

Xia Zhiye bent down to pick it up and was about to stuff it back into his schoolbag, but the screen was automatically lifted to wake up. Xia Zhiye's eyes instantly caught a banner message on the lock screen.

The banner message Xia Zhiye is not unfamiliar with. It is a return visit information 24 hours after a sneaker trading platform confirms the receipt of the goods.

[Dear Mr. Song Yan, the AJxxxx you purchased in our company at 17:32 pm on October 5th has been signed, please comment on the products and services...]

October 5 afternoon.

Same model as the pair of sneakers I received.

Song Yan said that it was given by someone who had a crush on him.

But he sent it to the lost and found office.

so……

Is it...

At that moment, Xia Zhiye seemed to suddenly understand something, shoved the things into his schoolbag, held the phone, and stood up: "Sister Xiao, is the thing I gave you yesterday still at the Lost and Found Office?"

Kong Xiaoxiao looked at Xia Zhiye, who had a deep and melancholy face for a second, and suddenly the spring breeze blew in this second, and blinked in confusion: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just not recruiting, there is a master."

Xia Zhiye hurriedly ran to the student union office with his schoolbag in hand, a smile that couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

It turns out that Song Yan really likes him, which is great.

The author has something to say: My wife has a crush on me, I'm going to start chasing him!