Song Yan paused before asking, "You already knew?"

"Well, I already knew that."

Xia Zhiye answered naturally.

Song Yan didn't know what to say for a moment in order to appear less strange.

In fact, when he saw this scene, he didn't have any rejection or discomfort, only a kind of unreasonable guilt. It didn't seem like he had broken through other people's secrets, but as if he had broken through his own secrets. Can't figure it out.

What a guilty conscience he has.

However, Xia Zhiye still looked down at him seriously, as if trying to see something, causing a thin layer of sweat to ooze out of his palms unconsciously, and he felt uncomfortable anywhere.

Fortunately, Little Fatty's screeching voice rescued him in time: "Brother Yan, Master Xia, what are you doing! The direction is wrong! This way!"

Song Yancai suddenly returned to his senses, and pushed Xia Zhiye away with a cold face: "Get out of the way, in broad daylight, don't pull or pull."

"So at night?"

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows and asked.

Song Yan: "..."

What a fucking logic genius.

He kicked Xia Zhiye away mercilessly and walked quickly back to the crowd, while Xia Zhiye followed up slowly with a smile in a good mood.

The girl just now also stood in the crowd. It seemed that she offered to lead the way, but her eyes kept falling on Xia Zhiye. When he approached, she whispered, "Long time no see."

Xia Zhiye nodded slightly to show the most basic courtesy, then hooked Song Yan's neck and led him to the basketball hall.

The girl was not embarrassed, so she walked side by side with Kong Xiaoxiao slowly.

On the contrary, the chubby classmates who were onlookers behind them were so embarrassed that their scalps were numb, and they asked Zhou Ziqiu in a very low voice: "Is this a fucking ex-girlfriend, definitely an ex-girlfriend, I can't think of anything more embarrassing than meeting my ex. situation.”

Zhou Ziqiu simply spit out two words: "No."

The fat man asked, "What's the situation?"

Zhou Ziqiu: "I don't know."

"?" Xiaopang didn't understand, "You don't even know how you can be sure that it's not?"

"Xia Zhiye said no, no."

After Zhou Ziqiu finished speaking, he turned up the volume of the headphones by three bars in front of Xiao Chuan, and it was very obvious that he didn't want to gossip.

It made the chubby frantic and there was nothing he could do.

Is he the only one in the world who cares about this issue?

Don't you gossip?

This kind of grief was replaced by the grief and anger after seeing the gap between schools and schools until got to the basketball hall.

No. 3 Middle School also has an Art Building, and the Art Building also has a basketball hall, but both the rubber floor and the basketball hoop are a bit old, not to mention that the basketball hall also has a constant temperature system, a spacious dressing room and a 24-hour hot shower. between.

"Today is also a day of anger for the inclination of educational resources." Xiaopang was grieved.

A chuckle came from the door.

A group of boys wearing uniforms came in, patting basketballs, with expressions like they heard a joke, but when they passed Xiao Chuan, they didn't seem to see him, and went straight to Xia Zhiye: "Xia Shen, it's been a long time. I don't see you."

The title of Xia Shen's middle school is still from the junior high school.

At that time, Xia Zhiye's height had already jumped to 1.8 meters, which made him stand out among a group of radish heads that had not grown very much. In addition, he played basketball well, played some musical instruments, and slept in class every day and his grades were stable. The first three, this name was spread out.

But obviously the boy called "Xia Shen" was not out of respect and worship, but more of a mockery.

Xia Zhiye didn't want to pay attention to him, so he jumped in place and made a three-pointer, then looked at Song Yan: "Let's go, go and change your clothes."

Song Yan let out an "um", hooked the strap of her schoolbag on her shoulders, and followed slowly.

The rest of the Third Middle School followed suit, raising their heads and turning their nostrils upwards, snorting and walking past the boy without looking sideways.

Deliberately ignoring the provocative gesture made the non-existent boy so angry that he couldn't help but blurt out a curse: "Fake a fart, call you Xia Shen, I really forgot what I am, I was persuaded to quit, and I turned back... …”

"Chen Rui, stop talking!"

The girl who had been waiting quietly by the side couldn't help but stop her.

Chen Rui turned his head in shock: "Jiang Yuanyuan, do you still speak for this kind of scum?"

"It's all said, let you stop! Don't you understand!"

The girl is obviously usually a very well-bred and gentle person, but now she involuntarily increased her tone because she was anxious to stop it.

Chen Rui thought he was standing for her, but he was inexplicably beaten and stunned, but he didn't want the girls to come off the stage in public, so he could only hold back: "Okay, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with this kind of person, See the real stamp on the field."

After he finished speaking, he said to the rest of the basketball team: "Tonight's training game gave me a good fight. The lesson that should be taught to that scum must be solid enough, did you hear it!"

"heard it!"

A group of reckless men, swear by it.

Jiang Yuanyuan glanced at the expressions of righteous indignation filled with righteous indignation for the people. She was speechless and anxious. She wanted to say something. walk in.

The murderousness in the locker room was no less than that outside.

Little Fatty can't do anything, and the first one is angry: "What kind of thing is that person! Why do you say that our Lord Xia is a scum and scum?! Isn't our Lord Xia a bad character? Is it a scum? Is it a scum? Is it a beast? Come on, say it!"

Chubby handed out the microphone.

Team Member No. 1: "Of course not!"

Team Member No. 2: "Of course not!"

Team Member No. 3: "Of course not!"

Player No. 4: "It's hard to say."

"?"

Xiaopang looked at the fourth player named Song Mingyan: "Brother Yan, you can't help but support Master Xia at this time, don't you know who Master Xia is?"

Song Yan opened the storage box with a blank face: "Know the person, know the face, but not the heart."

"..."

Also know the face but not the heart.

Xia Zhiye couldn't help but look sideways: "Brother Yan, do you have any conscience?"

Song Yan was unmoved, put the bag in the locker, carried the jersey, and turned around: "Please let me go, I'll change."

Xia Zhiye turned around at the same angle, and looked at the disheveled and carefree puffing moth behind him: "Do you hear me, let Jean, Brother Yan change clothes."

Little Fatty didn't understand: "It's not enough for the two of you to change clothes."

"Not enough. I'm thin-skinned, and I'm shy when you look at me, so please go to the next door." Xia Zhiye didn't change his face and heartbeat.

Everyone: "...?"

You, Xia Zhiye, have a thin skin?

The corners of the city walls do not agree.

Everyone was planning to resist, Zhou Ziqiu got up first: "I suggest you go next door with me."

"Why?"

"If you're not afraid of hurting innocent people in a fight later."

"..."

After thinking about the unharmonious atmosphere of the two bosses and their combat effectiveness since they entered the school gate, everyone silently picked up their clothes, moved the venue, and brought them to the door with great interest.

Xia Zhiye folded his arms around his chest, leaned on the locker, looked down at Song Yan, and whispered, "You can ask now."

Song Yan's face was paralyzed: "There's nothing to ask."

Xia Zhiye: "Are you sure?"

Song Yan: "Yeah."

"What is the relationship between me and that girl?"

"..."

A knowing silence.

Xia Zhiye couldn't help laughing and said, "As long as you want to ask, I promise to say everything you know."

From a rational point of view, Song Yanzhen felt that there was nothing to ask.

Xia Zhiye's previous grievances and grievances, he would tell himself if he wanted to, and he would pull it down if he didn't want to. Anyway, he believed in Xia Zhiye's character, and he could not affect their relationship.

As for the relationship between Xia Zhiye and that girl...

What love is what a relationship is.

What does it have to do with him.

Song Yan felt that he was thinking too much.

However, a soft female voice came from the door: "Is there anyone? Is Xia Zhiye here?"

Song Yan's not-so-good-looking complexion instantly froze and froze, and pushed Xia Zhiye: "Get out of the way, your angel is looking for you."

However, Xia Zhiye blocked the way and did not move at all, but raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who told you that she is my angel?"

Nobody told.

It was pushed out by himself from Xiao Chuan's gossip news.

But if she's not an angel.

How many good sisters and sisters does Xia Zhiye have?

The more Song Yan thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and a nameless fire suddenly ignited. He simply did not bother to talk nonsense with Xia Zhiye any more. He turned around, faced the cabinet, put his hands on the hem of the sweater, lifted it up, took it off, and threw it into on the seat cushion.

Xia Zhiye didn't expect such a good thing, leaning on the cabinet door, his eyes focused, and he looked at it with relish and generosity.

However, when Song Yan was halfway through taking off his bottoming T-shirt, his movement stopped. The hem of the shirt stopped above the waistline, revealing a thin waist. After three seconds, it hung down again.

Song Yan originally thought that it was okay for a man to take off his clothes in front of a man, but for some reason, he somehow remembered the scene in the bamboo forest path just now.

So he put down the hem of his clothes, turned around, and looked at Xia Zhiye: "It looks good?"

Xia Zhiye nodded: "Well, it looks good."

Good looking uncle.

Song Yan really couldn't hold back, grabbed Xia Zhiye's neckline with one hand, and squeezed a fist with the other and smashed it towards Xia Zhiye.

Xia Zhiye stepped back and was directly pushed against the cabinet door, while Song Yan's punch seemed to hit Xia Zhiye straight, but it actually hit the cabinet door behind him.

How painful it is to hit.

Fortunately, Xia Zhiye was quick-witted, caught his fist, and raised his eyebrows pretending to be innocent: "Why are you angry again? Everyone is a man, what's wrong with taking a look?"

"Everyone is a man, and you have everything I have, so what's so good about it?"

"Which male high school student doesn't compare their abs with each other?"

"..."

It seems reasonable.

"Or..." Xia Zhiye lowered his voice, "You were influenced by Qin Zigui and the others, so do you mind?"

Hearing this, Song Yan didn't even think about it, and blurted out, "You're the motherfucker being influenced."

As if afraid of someone misunderstanding.

In general, the more guilty one is, the quicker the denial will be.

Xia Zhiye suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth: "Why don't you beat me for such a big dressing room, you change it for you, I change it for me?"

Speak frankly and confidently.

Song Yan: "..."

Right.

Anyway, he is straight, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Thinking about it, he pulled back his fists, put his hands on the hem of his T-shirt again, and lifted it up.

Just halfway up, the door of the locker room opened with a creak, and Xia Zhiye grabbed Song Yan almost instinctively, trying to protect him behind him.

However, Song Yan also struggled instinctively, so Xia Zhiye dragged Song Yan against the cabinet door, and before he had time to explain, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the door.

The chubby people who had just opened the door stared blankly at the locker room where no one had changed their clothes after five minutes.

One of the bosses whose clothes were obviously pulled tightly pressed the other boss against the door of the cabinet. There was also an innocent sweater scattered on the ground. At first glance, it was torn off in a hurry.The shirt has also been lifted.

Song Yan: "..."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

People at the door: "..."

After three seconds of silence, they looked at each other.

boom

The door was retaken.

Then came Little Fatty's grief-stricken voice: "Cover it! We must help them cover the cabinet door!"