Song Yan didn't answer directly this time.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he shook his head solemnly: "Not good."

Xia Zhi's ambition sank: "Why?"

"Because I want to be the top student in the college entrance examination."

"?"

"Dating in love will affect the speed of my questioning."

"..."

Xia Zhiye thought about 10,000 reasons why Song Yan might reject him, such as not accepting that boys like boys, such as inappropriate, such as having someone he likes, but he never expected that he would be defeated by learning.

It's not that Xia Zhiye doesn't like to study, otherwise he wouldn't be able to take the first grade exam, but he doesn't seem to have a particular obsession with studying, unlike Song Yan, who seems to swear until he gets the top spot in the college entrance examination.

He was a little curious and coaxed in a low voice, "So why are we tired of wanting to take the top spot in the college entrance examination?"

"Because there's a million. With a million I can never have to go home again, I don't like it there."

Song Yan buried her head in her arms, her voice muffled, as if she had suffered a lot of grievances.

Xia Zhiye sighed. He had never seen someone who was more coquettish than Song Yan. Every time he acted coquettishly, it was like deliberately kicking the softest part of a person's heart. : "Then we can actually study together."

"do not want."

The other party did not appreciate it, and refused very decisively.

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"Because I don't date people with lower math scores than me."

"..."

Xia Zhiye vaguely felt that this sentence seemed familiar, and when he remembered that it was from the story Shang Huai told about his persuasion to study at the farewell banquet to Shang Huai that day, he was both angry and funny.

In the last exam, he was indeed one point lower than Song Yan in mathematics, but he didn't expect that the words he used to persuade others to learn would fall on him in a good way.

He even suspected that Song Yan was not drunk, but just deliberately pretended to be drunk to annoy him.

But when the anger returns to anger, people still have to coax: "Is it possible that I can chase you as long as my math test score is higher than yours?"

For a long time, no one answered.

Xia Zhiye called out tentatively, "Song Daxi?"

No one should.

"Song Yan?"

Still no one answered.

Xia Zhiye raised Song Yan's head buried in his arms with a bad premonition, and he saw a small face sleeping very sweetly.

Xia Zhiye: "..."

He once again reasonably suspected that Song Yan was sent by God to anger him on purpose.

But what can do? can't beat him, and can't scold him. can only gently help him take off his shoes, socks and coat, and then pick him up and put him on the bed.

The moment he put it on the bed and wanted to let go and clean up the room, Song Yan hooked his neck and pulled the strap down hard, then rubbed it twice in dissatisfaction, and muttered, "Sleep together."

Xia Zhiye was hooked by him so that he almost pressed him all over, but fortunately, he supported him with his elbow in time and turned his body sideways, thus avoiding the embarrassment of pressing Song Yan hard.

However, Song Yan didn't seem to be satisfied with this, and kept sticking to him, with his head buried in his neck and rubbing gently: "Sleep together, I don't like sleeping alone, I can't sleep."

The warm breath sprayed on his neck, and Xia Zhiye was so rubbed that he wanted to swear in a low voice, but he endured it: "No way."

"why?"

Someone who was rubbing around stopped and seemed to be particularly dissatisfied.

Xia Zhiye glanced at the mobile phone on the table and replied very seriously: "I am a very traditional man, if you want to sleep with me, you must be responsible to me.

"..."

Song Yan obviously did not respond to such a huge amount of information processing.

Xia Zhiye changed a simple statement: "For example, agreeing to let me chase you."

The brief silence seemed to be weighing which one was more cost-effective.

Then Song Yan hooked Xia Zhiye's neck tightly, and took advantage of the situation to clip Xia Zhiye's waist with his legs, and hugged Xia Zhiye tightly in a way of sleeping with a doll: "Then you will sleep with me in the future. ."

At that moment, Xia Zhiye let out a deep breath as he felt his hardened body and softened heart.

On the day he catches Song Yan, he must personally tell him what it is, and sleep together.

Anyway, the evidence is in hand, and no one should think about reneging on the debt.

Otherwise, he would cry, make trouble, and hang himself.

Song Yan had a dream.

A not so good dream.

In the dream, he was clinging to a person in the dark, as if he was longing for the taste and temperature of his body, and he seemed to be longing for the only sense of security left in the darkness.

So he refused to let go no matter what, so he hugged him tightly, like a goblin, pestering monks to do some things that shouldn't be done. Although he was ashamed, he indulged in it until he felt his body getting hotter and hotter. The hotter it got, the more stuffy it was, it was almost impossible to breathe, and then woke up suddenly.

When he woke up, he found that his hands were tightly wrapped around Xia Zhiye's waist, his legs were tightly wrapped around Xia Zhiye's legs, his head was pressing against Xia Zhiye's chest, and Xia Zhiye's was placed on the back of his head and on his waist. Big trotters.

There seems to be some similarities to the posture in the dream just now, Song Yan immediately rubbed up like a conditioned reflex, and then kicked Xia Zhiye away: "Get up!"

Xia Zhiye was kicked awake, first stunned, and then seeing Song Yan's expression, he knew that someone had been cut off again last night, no surprise, he just half propped himself up and looked at Song Yan with a smile.

Song Yan also followed his line of sight and looked down.

"..."

Hold.

He directly kicked Xia Zhiye again, and then fled to the bathroom in a hurry.

He doesn't think a high school boy needs to be ashamed of some normal physiological reactions in the morning, but he just reacted to the previous dream, which made him feel a little unacceptable.

Although he couldn't see the face of the person in the dream, he seemed to vaguely know who it was, the familiar smell and body temperature, which he had only found in one person.

But a man dreams of having sex with another man, is this possible?

impossible.

So it must not be Xia Zhiye, it's just that reality affects the dream.

Song Yan thought so, and after taking a bath for half an hour, until all the hot water in the water heater ran out, she reluctantly walked out of the bathroom.

Xia Zhiye also got up, took out a bottle of milk and was about to speak, when Song gave him a disgusted stare: "Shut up!"

Xia Zhiye was in an unprecedentedly good mood today, so he shut up obediently, put the milk and bread in front of Song Yan with a smile, and went into the bathroom by himself.

Someone is thin-skinned, and it is best to see through some things and not say anything.

Anyway, looking at someone's reaction, I'm afraid it's not very straight.

And Song Yan, who was far behind Xia Zhiye because of his drunkenness, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and rubbed his hair vigorously.

Damn, what the hell happened last night, why does the atmosphere seem strange when wake up.

But he couldn't remember no matter how much he thought about it, so he could only throw the towel away irritably, and took out his mobile phone to see that it was almost noon, and there were several missed calls and WeChat messages from Shen Jiayan.

Click on WeChat.

[Sweet little milk berry in the world]: Little tired! Are you awake? good news good news! The watch I put on Xianyu for you is finally sold!

[Sweet Little Milkberry in the World]: The other party is very refreshing, and the transaction is directly made for 50,000 yuan. When he confirms the receipt, I will credit the money to your account.

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: But the market price of that watch is 180,000. It's a pity that you sold it for 50,000

That watch was a birthday present he received last year. In fact, he quite liked it, but now the only thing that can be directly realized is this.

It is a pity to sell 50,000 yuan, but it is not a limited edition. If you can afford the original price, it is not worse than the discount of 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. If you can't afford the original price, you have to worry about whether it is genuine or not if you spend 50,000 or 60,000 yuan. After going up for several days, many people asked, but there were not many who sincerely wanted to buy.

Originally, I thought that it would be fine to just pay 20,000 to 30,000 yuan or a few thousand yuan, but I didn't expect that when I woke up, the blind cat ran into a dead mouse.

Song Yanfei quickly replied: [Well, thank you]

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Hey, it's okay, if I didn't do well in the mid-term exam, and my mother didn't give me pocket money, you wouldn't be reduced to selling watches, but your dad is really ruthless.

Song Yan avoided the last line and replied directly: [You send me the mid-term papers, I'll see what went wrong]

On the other side, Shen Jiayan immediately thanked Dade for calling him Dad, and sent over a dozen scanned images.

It just so happened that Xia Zhiye also came out of the bathroom, Song Yan didn't dare to look at him, just looked at his phone, and pretended to say naturally, "Borrow the computer."

"What's up?"

"Help Shen Jiayan look at his midterm papers. It's not convenient for others to make comments on the phone."

"Well, okay, I'll watch it with you."

Song Yan raised his head and frowned slightly: "What are you looking at?"

Xia Zhiye lazily picked up the box of milk that had been stolen from the straw yesterday, cut open the package, and said slowly: "Look at what questions the best private high school in Beijing has given, so that I can check and fill in the gaps, so that I don't keep getting my math scores. go up."

"?"

Xia Zhiye scored 147 in the last test. Does this mean he can't improve his math score?

Feeling Song Yan's doubtful gaze, Xia Zhiye raised the milk carton in his hand: "No way, I don't deserve to fall in love with someone until my math score surpasses him. So for the sake of study and love, cheers."

Song Yan: "..."

Neuropathy.

Regardless of whether Song Yan felt that Xia Zhiye was crazy, Xia Zhiye's attitude towards reviewing in the next few days was indeed much more serious than before.

Seriously enough, Fatty called out Xia Zhiye that he didn't intend to leave food for their scumbag class.

The sky was getting colder day by day. While the people in other dormitories were struggling to wash thicker and thicker clothes, 616's pink washing machine was conscientiously guarding Song Yan's freedom to change clothes.

So that Song Yan subtly thought that pink seemed to be really pretty.

The day after the exam was just in the beginning of winter. With the end of the exam bell, someone desperately shouted: "Winter is coming", and the entire second year of high school has once again become a northern cemetery-like existence.

The little chubby slumped on the seat like a corpse: "Perverted, really perverted, how can there be such a perverted school outside the real world, the questions are not made by humans at all."

Zhao Ruiwen was paralyzed beside him like another corpse: "It's over, it's over, if I don't have the information of God Like, I might not be able to solve a big problem."

Little Fatty: "Oh, die of laughter, I don't have time to make a big deal."

Zhao Ruiwen: "Oh, die of laughter, I don't even know whether the last big question in mathematics is a sequence of numbers or solid geometry."

"So Master Xia, how did you do in the test?"

Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen tried to find some comfort.

Xia Zhiye lowered his head and played with his mobile phone: "It's okay, the worst is 700."

Fatty and Zhao Ruiwen: "..."

Not giving up, he looked at Song Yan again: "Brother Yan, how about you?"

Song Yan packed her schoolbag and replied casually, "Around 710."

"..."

Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen didn't know why they wanted to humiliate themselves.

Shut up silently and choose death.

People are different after all.

They are human, and the latter two are perverted people, which are class enemies in sociology.

When Ruan Tian walked into the classroom, he saw such a group of zombie cubs. He sighed and looked at the only two normal people left in the back row of the classroom: "Song Yan, Xia Zhiye, come out."

The two people who were named walked out of the classroom slowly.

Ruan Tian looked at the two big boys who were about 1.8 meters in front of him, and tried to hold his chest up to make himself not so petite: "I called you out, mainly because I want to tell you that there is an English speech contest next month. thing."

Song Yan bluntly said, "I'm not interested."

Ruan Tian: "..."

Not interested but also interested.

Ruan Tian pretended not to hear: "This English speech contest is to recommend two people from each key high school, and then give a keynote speech with the schools in Beijing who came to communicate. The organizers are several colleges and universities, if they win the prize, It will be helpful for you to enroll independently in the future.”

Song Yan still looked uninterested at first glance.

Ruan Tian continued to persuade: "The reason for choosing the two of you is also based on comprehensive factors such as English performance, oral pronunciation, and temperament and image, and then it is decided by the teachers of the grade group, so you should not live up to the teachers' expectations. "

Song Yan was very indifferent to fame and fortune: "I'm really not interested."

"..."

Ruan Tian looked at Xia Zhiye.

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows indifferently: "I can do it."

"Okay, that's you."

Ruan Tian caught one and counted one, but he didn't give up, and patted Song Yan on the shoulder, "Young man, take the opportunity and hand in the registration form next week. You still have a weekend to think about it."

After finishing speaking, Song Yan didn't give Song Yan a chance to refuse: "Okay, I heard Liu Yue say that this basketball game is the home court's turn. You are going to familiarize yourself with the venue this afternoon, so go ahead and pay attention to safety on the road."

After he finished speaking, he ran away in diudiudiu in his small high heels, for fear that Song Yan would come directly to reject Sanlian.

Song Yan, who refused to take a beat: "..."

Forget it, it's the same for rejecting it next week.

Xia Zhiye hooked Song Yan's shoulder and laughed: "Don't worry, Ruan Tian won't give up until you sign up, so you should die."

Song Yan threw off his arm uncomfortably: "Don't fuck yourself up."

Xia Zhiye let out a "tsk", man, he turned his face faster than a book, and he didn't know who was wrapping his waist a few days ago.

The basketball game between Shiwai and No. 3 Middle School has almost become a must-have item for the second year of senior high school after the mid-term joint entrance examination every year, and the home court also rotates every year.

This year is the turn of the world.

The entire basketball team, together with the cheerleader Kong Xiaoxiao and the vice-captain Xiaopang, rushed to the gate of Shiwai School, scaring the security team captain to almost call 110.

"Don't, Uncle Security, we're really not here to fight in groups, it's just the old rules, look at the venue in advance, no one told you in advance?"

The security guard shook his head suspiciously: "We haven't received any news. You can either contact the teacher in Shiwai, or ask the student union to issue a certificate, otherwise I won't be able to let you in."

"But where did we meet the teachers and the student union?" Xiao Pang was speechless, and looked at Liu Yue, "Didn't you say that you have a good deal with the basketball team?"

"It's agreed, but they haven't replied to my WeChat today." Liu Yue made another voice call, but no one answered, turned his head to look at Xia Zhiye, "Didn't you go to junior high school outside the real world? How many people do you know?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a cold voice behind him: "Xia Zhiye, what are you doing here."

When everyone looked back, they saw behind them a tall, white-skinned, handsome man with a school uniform shirt that was as straight as an obsessive-compulsive disorder walking towards them slowly.

"Fuck, there is actually such a beauty outside."

Kong Xiaoxiao couldn't help but exclaim.

Little Fatty reminded: "Sister Xiao, pay attention to your saliva."

"Okay thank you."

Kong Xiaoxiao quickly wiped the corner of her mouth.

Fortunately, Dashuai was so cold than Gao, he didn't look at them and didn't notice them.

Xia Zhiye seemed to have a good impression of this person, and replied lazily, "Let's take a look at the venue."

"Well, I'll take you in."

The commander kept his words concise, and took out the student council president's work card.

The security captain was obviously very familiar with this person, so he didn't ask any further questions. After organizing them to register, he opened the school gate.

Just as everyone was about to express their thanks, Da Shuaibi seemed to have caught a glimpse of something that shouldn't have happened out of the corner of his eye.

"Tsk, it's very cold, who is this?"

Kong Xiaoxiao asked Xia Zhiye curiously.

Xia Zhiye replied casually: "Qin Zigui, the senior of the last term, but don't think about it, others have targets."

"Ow..."

Kong Xiaoxiao cried out in disappointment.

Turning around, he raised his eyebrows, "Who is this girl? Is she looking for you? Master Xia?"

Song Yan was originally indifferent throughout the whole process, with a face that had nothing to do with him, but when he heard this, he suddenly raised his eyes inexplicably.

Then saw a girl with long hair fluttering under the ginkgo tree in autumn, holding a stack of books, standing among the colorful fallen leaves, looking at Xia Zhiye from a distance, her eyes seemed to be affectionate and hesitant.

If you add idol drama-style slow play and BGM, it will be an affectionate drama where the hero and heroine meet again after a long absence.

Before Xia Zhiye could answer, Xiao Pang slapped his thigh: "Fuck! I know this girl! I've seen the photo, it's that, that, who, oh, I can't remember the name, anyway, it was when I was in junior high school with Master Xia. The one with legs!"

Song Yan: "..."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Song Yan glanced coldly at the girl, then gave Xia Zhiye a cold look, then turned around and left.

Xia Zhiye raised his leg and kicked Fatty: "What nonsense are you talking about all day long."

Little Fatty was inexplicable: "Fuck, what did I do wrong?!"

Zhou Ziqiu put on his headphones expressionlessly: "You reflect on whether you are provoking other people's family relations."

Fatty thought about it carefully.

He didn't.

Not really.

"What do I have to provoke these two big men!" Little Fatty was aggrieved to death.

Xia Zhiye didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and quickly followed in the direction Song Yan left.

Song Yan only reacted after hearing this, yes, what is there to provoke him and Xia Zhiye, two big men? Why is he suddenly unhappy?

Thinking about it, the footsteps suddenly stopped when turning around the corner of the teaching building.

Turning around the teaching building is an extremely narrow alley. The gap between the school wall and the teaching building is full of green bamboos. Between the shadows of the bamboos, he saw that the student council president named Qin Zigui just now seemed to be putting something. People were blocking the corner, and the voice was unpleasant: "I'm not here for a day, and you secretly go out to fight with others?"

Remembering that Xia Zhiye had said that Qin Zigui had a partner, Song Yan felt that he should not listen to the corner of other people's lovers, and turned around to leave.

However, the wind just happened to blow by, bending a row of thin bamboos, revealing the neat short hair and sharp and beautiful eyebrows of the other party in the bamboo forest.

Song Yanwei raised her eyebrows, is it a boy?

There was some color on his face, and he was probably injured, because Qin Zigui was pressing his shoulder with one hand and pulling his collar with the other, as if checking the wound.

From a distance, Song Yan couldn't see it very clearly, but he always felt that this kind of wanton inspection of each other's body and the atmosphere between the two seemed a bit strange.

But two big men, what's so strange.

Song Yan felt that he was thinking too much, but just a second before he turned to leave, he saw the injured boy raise his face, quickly touched Qin Zigui's chin, then lowered his head, his tone awkward and guilty: "Okay. Now, give you a kiss, don't be angry."

At that moment, what Qin Zigui did when he leaned over, he didn't have time to see clearly.

Because in the next second, he was dragged to the side by his wrist, his back lightly pressed against the wall, and a familiar voice came from above his head: "Don't peek at the love and affection of the young couple."

little couple.

Song Yan raised her eyes: "They..."

"Um."

Xia Zhiye should be calm and lazy.

Like something out of the ordinary.

Song Yan's knuckles curled up unconsciously by his side, he was wondering why it was so hot as it was winter when it was already the beginning of winter.