When Xia Zhiye returned to the dormitory, he found that there was no one in the dormitory, only a quilt that was evenly undulating on the bed.

And when the door was opened and there was a "squeak" sound, the quilt stopped rising and falling instantly with the stiffness visible to the naked eye.

Probably able to make up the brain circuit of someone trying to deceive the evil ghost by pretending to be dead, Xia Zhiye lowered his head and chuckled, then bent down and stretched out his index finger to pick up the corner of the quilt, and called out tentatively, "Brother Yan?"

He hated brother lying upright under the quilt, with his eyes closed, not saying a word.

"Asleep?" Xia Zhiye asked knowingly, so he wanted to tease Song Yan. Seeing Song Yan continue to pretend to be dead, he said slowly as if he was asking himself, "I'm really asleep? Then what should I do to be shameful... …”

"Xia Zhiye, what are you doing?"

Song Yan opened his eyes and asked coldly.

Xia Zhiye looked at his little face that was a little red from the boredom, and said with a smile, "What can I do, I'll just give you a kiss."

"..."

Song Yan gritted his teeth, picked up the pillow beside him, and smashed it.

As a result, just after smashing it, he covered his waist and took a deep breath.

Xia Zhiye grabbed the pillow and sat down beside the bed, holding his waist: "Lie down, don't move."

Song Yan struggled, and just as he was about to ask Xia Zhiye what he wanted to do, he felt a cool thing sticking to his lower back.

"The unique secret recipe of an old Chinese medicine doctor, I went to line up early in the morning to buy it for you."

As a result, after buying it back, such a big future boyfriend disappeared.

Xia Zhiye tried his best as if he had taught him a lesson.

Song Yan felt an itch on her waist, and her toes couldn't help curling up.

This little movement did not escape Xia Zhiye's eyes.

It seems that Young Master Song's small waist is not only soft, but also very sensitive. Xia Zhiye blatantly admired these two beautiful small waists on the grounds of applying medicine, and lowered his head and smiled.

Song Yan was lying on the pillow, unaware of this, and felt a little guilty for not being happy because he didn't find Xia Zhiye in the morning, so he threw out a dull sentence: "Thank you."

"You are welcome."

Xia Zhiye was very talkative. After applying the ointment, he arranged the hem of Song Yan's clothes for him, "Get up and eat the takeout."

Only then did Song Yan remember the takeaway that he had forgotten because of his fear. He got up from the bed, sat at the table, and took apart the tableware.

However, Xia Zhiye noticed at a glance that something was wrong in the trash can of the dormitory: "You didn't eat at noon?"

Song Yan's hand that broke the chopsticks froze in the air, but quickly recovered: "I went out to eat, but I didn't order takeout."

Xia Zhiye didn't believe his nonsense, so he sat beside him, leaned on his side, curled his knuckles, and tapped the table twice.

Song Yan didn't dare to look at him with a guilty conscience: "Get out of the way, don't stop me from eating."

"You will eat well if I step aside? Then why don't you eat at noon?" Xia Zhiye usually has the final say on everything, but he never backs down on this kind of issue, and asks confidently, "Are you disgusting yourself? Not thin enough, right? Last time you went to the hospital, the doctor told you to eat well and strive to reach the weight target, forgot?”

Song Yan had a guilty conscience, and he was chasing him and questioning him, and he was annoyed: "I just forgot to eat at noon, it's not a big deal, what are you going to do?"

"I want you to eat with me every day."

"?"

Xia Zhiye propped his head up, looked at him, and tapped the table with his fingertips: "I respect you for being treated coldly for 21 days, but you have to eat three meals a day with me, otherwise you won't eat well, and I can't tell my grandma. Report, grandma will teach me again."

Song Yan looked at Xia Zhiye's slightly curved eyebrows with a smile: "..."

It is not impossible.

Don't overdo it: "It's up to you, report it if you want to. Auntie will do room rounds at night. You can sleep in the dormitory, but you must continue to abide by other regulations."

"OK, no problem."

On the first day of the 21-day cold treatment plan, the two unequal treaties were abolished, and Xia Zhiye was very satisfied.

He stood up with a smile, picked up Song Yan's dirty clothes and walked to the pink Hello Kitty washing machine on the balcony.

As a consciously good man, he can start clearing household debts in advance.

While Song Yan was eating, watching Xia Zhiye skillfully cleaning the back of the dormitory, he felt guilty, but also felt that something was wrong.

But after thinking about it, really couldn't figure out what was wrong. only knew that there was a tall man like Xia Zhiye in the dormitory, and the yang energy around him was much heavier.

After eating, brushed two sets of English listening, and then went to bed.

Xia Zhiye actually abides by the 21-day cold-handling rule, sitting next to him and scribbling questions together, without saying a word to him the whole time.

Song Yan felt that this was very good, she lay on the bed comfortably, turned off the light, felt the gentle and even breathing of Xia Zhiye in the upper bunk, slowly closed her eyes, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Probably because he hadn't slept well last night, he was extremely tired today. Song Yan almost had no dreams all night, and only woke up in the middle of the night because of extreme dry mouth.

Sitting up in a daze, just about to get out of bed to get a glass of water, suddenly there was a "pop" sound of something hitting the window.

Song Yan was startled, and when he reacted, Xia Zhiye's fluttering voice echoed in his mind - "The student lives on the sixth floor, the top floor of the dormitory of No. 3 Middle School. The roof is closed, and there is no one on it."

Song Yan: "..."

Grass.

Thinking of the long empty corridor and the water dispenser at the other end of the corridor, Song Yan gritted his teeth, Xia Zhiye, this idiot, has nothing to tell ghost stories.

So upholding the principle that as long as I don't make it easy for me, don't think about it, Song Yan turned on the lights in the dormitory with a slap, then stood by the bed and looked at the peaceful picture of Xia Zhiye in the upper bunk. With the handsome face asleep, he coldly shouted three words: "Xia Zhiye."

Xia Zhiye heard the voice, opened his eyes in a daze, saw Song Yan, hoarse his voice, and asked ignorantly, "Dear, what's the matter."

"I want to drink water."

Song Yan's words were concise and to the point.

Hearing this sentence, Xia Zhiye, whose head was completely slumbered in sleep, didn't think much of it. He crawled off the bed with his eyes half-closed, and then grabbed Song Yan's water glass from the table as if he was blind and sleepwalked. He floated towards the other end of the corridor, and soon floated back with a full glass of water, and handed it to Song Yan, who was sitting beside the bed.

The whole process is very smooth and smooth, like the instinct of mechanical repetition.

The water in the cup should still be half hot and half cold, and the temperature is just right for Song Yan to finish it in one breath.

How could anyone be so confused like this, and still notice such details, it's like this has been done many times, so it can be done well in the subconscious half-dream and half-awake.

It was only then that Song Yan suddenly realized that when he woke up every morning, there was a glass of water with just the right temperature on the table, and he would stay in bed every morning, so he didn't have time to line up to pick up water during this peak water season.

But because he was so busy every morning, he didn't have time to think about where the glass of water came from.

Looking up at Xia Zhiye, just as he was about to say something, Xia Zhiye just couldn't hold it anymore, he closed his eyes and planted his head on his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Song Yan: "? Xia Zhiye?"

Called, but didn't wake up.

Just as Song Yan was about to increase the volume, Xia Zhiye hugged him and buried his head in his neck and rubbed: "Sleepy."

At that moment, Song Yan suddenly remembered that the first night he came to Nanwu, Xia Zhiye also ran to his bed in a daze, and hugged him all night.

That night was also the first night in a long, long time that I slept well without taking any medicine.

So some people may be born to be sent by God to save you, even if it is only the first side, you can feel the kindness that the magnetic field inexplicably fits.

At that moment, Song Yan suddenly didn't want to wake Xia Zhiye.

He hugged Xia Zhiye back, pulled over the quilt and covered Xia Zhiye tightly, then turned off the light, and whispered "good night" in Xia Zhiye's ear.

When the alarm clock rang the next day, Xia Zhiye froze for a while before opening his eyes in disbelief.

When he saw the very beautiful face in front of him, but was full of anger when he got up, he realized that the waist in his hands was indeed real, not that he had a dream of sorry Song Yan again.

So why is he in Song Yan's bed?

Song Yan was still hugging his waist so tightly, with his head still buried in the crevice of his neck and rubbing against him?

Could it be that Song Yan suddenly became enlightened overnight last night?

Or did Song Yan suddenly realize that he was a young and beautiful woman who didn't want to show it for nothing?

Xia Zhiye was fantasizing about the arrival of his beautiful life when the alarm clock suddenly rang for the second round. Seeing that someone frowned as if he was about to smash the phone, Xia Zhiye hurriedly reached out to press the alarm.

But he was lying on the outside of Song Yan, and the phone was on the side of Song Yan. When Xia Zhiye stretched his arm enough, he slipped and accidentally pressed Song Yan.

Pressing it straight up, hugging the other person in his arms, a face-to-face intimate greeting inevitably came at the key point.

So the alarm went off.

He also stopped.

Song Yan, who frowned and was about to get angry, also stopped.

very hard.

Both.

Just front.

Time stopped flowing at 613, and even a speck of dust began to fall cautiously.

"..."

After a full ten seconds, Song Yan couldn't hold back anymore. He raised his leg and tried to kick away a certain adolescent man who was tougher than steel.

Xia Zhiye hurriedly pressed his hands: "No, we are all still young, it is not appropriate for you to be a widow for decades."

"Fuck you as a widow! Xia Zhiye, you need a face!" Song was so irritated that he exploded.

Xia Zhiye smiled: "Don't be so shy, it's not the first time."

Song Yan gritted his teeth, but he couldn't refute, but the redness went from the base of his neck to the base of his ears.

Xia Zhiye looked more and more cute, and couldn't help but feel a little teasing: "Speaking of which... why did we suddenly take a bath in my house after taking a nap the day before yesterday? And the water temperature is still so low in the cold weather. Could it be that you are tempering your mind and cultivating your will?"

"Xia Zhiye! Are you tired of living..."

"I dreamed of you too."

"?"

Before Song Yan could finish cursing, she was interrupted by Xia Zhiye in a low voice: "The first time I realized that I might like you was when I saw you changing clothes in the fitting room that day, and I dreamed of you when I came back. So Song Yan dreamed of you. , This is the difference between facing friends and people I like, I only have feelings for you, and you have feelings for me, which means you like me too."

When Xia Zhiye said this, there was no hint of obscenity or blasphemy in his expression. He only explained and discussed carefully, as if he was patiently guiding Song Yan to clarify his intentions.

Song Yan was a little confused by what he said for a while, facing Xia Zhiye's serious and focused gaze, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Then Xia Zhiye let out a low laugh: "And with my face and body, it's normal for you to think a little, and it's not ashamed."

"..."

At that moment, Song Yan took a deep breath, why did he always expect Xia Zhiye to be a serious person.

Then, with all his strength, he kicked Xia Zhiye down: "Get out of my way!"

Xia Zhiye laughed and was kicked out of bed by him, then slowly walked to the bathroom, opened the door, seemed to remember something, and looked at Song Yan again: "Oh, by the way, before I dreamed of you that day, I read Kong Xiaoxiao's message to me. If you are interested, you can also take a look at the biological data to study the possibility of human reproduction in the future, which is very helpful for our future loving life."

"...Xia Zhiye! For three days, don't say a word to Lao Tzu!"

Song Yan picked up the pillow at hand and smashed it towards Xia Zhiye, and then smashed it on the bathroom door that was closed in time, followed by the sound of water splashing.

Song Yan didn't want to see Xia Zhiye at all now, so he simply took advantage of him to take a shower, and quickly walked out the door with his schoolbag in hand.

When they entered the classroom, both Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen were stunned: "Where's Brother Ye?"

"Dead." Song Yan threw out two words coldly, then looked at Zhao Ruiwen, "Would you mind changing positions with me?"

"? I don't mind, but..."

But what if the seats of your young couple were changed with me?

Zhao Ruiwen didn't know whether he should respond to this request or not.

Song Yan said coldly: Please eat three days of stir-fry. "

"Okay, thank you, brother Yan, please, brother Yan, do you need me to help you move things?" Zhao Ruiwen got up instantly holding his things.

So when Xia Zhiye stepped to the classroom, he found that his originally fair and beautiful, cold and indifferent deskmate had become a black, black, thin and wearing glasses.

Xia Zhiye put the schoolbag on the table, looked at Zhao Ruiwen, and pointed his chin in the direction of Song Yan's head.

Zhao Ruiwen hurriedly raised his hand to prove his innocence: "Brother Yan wants to change it, it's none of my business."

After speaking, Song Yan pulled the chair forward, and was three centimeters away from the table behind Xia Zhiye and the others. The intention to draw a clear line was very obvious.

Seems to be really embarrassed.

Xia Zhiye lowered his head and smiled, took out his phone and changed his profile picture from "21" to "20".

Then he found the link Kong Xiaoxiao sent him and sent it to Song Yan.

Song Yan was originally carrying the words carefully, but out of the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the screen of the mobile phone in the belly of the table.

Someone in the back just to the right poked him in the back somehow.

Song Yan knocked it out and didn't look back.

Soon the fat man next to him poked his arm again, Song Yan said angrily, "What's the matter?"

Fatty: "Brother Ye called you."

Song Yan didn't lift his head: "Tell him I'm doing my homework and I'm not free."

"Oh." Little Fatty turned around and looked at Xia Zhiye, "Brother Yan said he was not available."

"Yeah." Xia Zhiye put the peeled tea eggs in a plastic bag, and handed it to Xiao Pang along with a bag of soy milk, "Tell him to eat breakfast if he has time."

Xiaopang took the breakfast, turned around, and handed the things to Song Yan: "Brother Ye asked you to eat breakfast first when you have no time."

"Tell him I'm not hungry."

"Brother Ye, Brother Yan said he's not hungry."

"Tell him to eat even if you're not hungry."

"Brother Yan, Brother Ye said you have to eat even if you are not hungry."

"Eat when you're hungry."

"Brother Ye, Brother Yan, he said..."

"It will be cold in a while."

"Brother Yan, Brother Ye he..."

"It's cold when it's cold."

"Brother Ye, I'm tired of..."

"You can't digest it when it's cold."

"Tired of..."

Tired of the fart!

Fatty quit!

You little couples love each other, but can you spare them innocent single people? !

Xiao Pang stood up directly, and stretched out his hand to the seat he had vacated: "Brother Ye, come here, please, I will give way."

Xia Zhiye propped his head up and smiled lazily: "No, it's so bad. You sit on your back, you are tired of fighting with me, and he has to beat me again when I sit there."

"..."

Are you fucking cold war?

You fucking flirting!

Little Fatty dared not speak, so he could only sit back in his seat angrily.

Fortunately, the appearance of Ruan Tian stopped this tragic dog abuse tragedy in time.

"Classmates, be quiet. Although our basketball game has been temporarily cancelled due to some force majeure, our sports meeting will still be held as scheduled. The flag-raising ceremony will not be held this morning. At the ceremony, the sports committee will confirm the entry list again."

"Okay."

Liu Yue stood up, walked to the podium, took out a form, and read it column by column.

"Men of 3000 meters, I, Xia Zhiye, Wang Kebo. Boys in high jump, Xia Zhiye, Shi Wenyu, Zhang Mianmian, 1000 meters of boys, Su Yalin, Zhao Ruiwen, Song Yan..."

"Song Yan can't do it."

Before he finished reading, Xia Zhiye leaned back in his chair, looked at the podium, and opened his mouth loosely.

Liu Yue raised his head: "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Xia Zhiye: "He is injured."

Liu Yue: "?"

Although they had a group fight two days ago, they were the ones who were basically in charge of outputting and resisting beatings, and Song Yan didn't participate much. Why were they okay? Song Yan was still injured?

Apart from the two parties, only Xiaopang and Kong Xiaoxiao knew it well.

Xiaopang hurriedly took cover: "Ah, yes, Brother Yan was injured the day of the group fight. I saw it with my own eyes."

Kong Xiaoxiao quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, he was beaten by that outsider."

As soon as the voice fell, a group of people suddenly clapped the table angrily.

"It's too much! How dare you beat our annoying brother!"

"Can our geeky brother be beaten?! This tone is unbearable!"

"Yes! Can't bear it! We have to call back at the weekend!"

"I'm going to make an appointment!"

"What are you doing!" Ruan Tian stood on the podium, angry and funny, "The people outside the real world have been hurt more than you are, and the one who took the lead is almost ruined. If it wasn't for the opposite party, they didn't plan to Investigate, do you think this is the end of the matter? Don't cause me any trouble, if you have this loyalty, why don't you discuss who will stand up to Song Yan's one thousand meters."

Although Song Yan looked thin, she grew up learning Taekwondo since she was a child. Her physical fitness and muscle explosiveness were very good, and she was usually one of the best in physical education class.

He reported this 1,000 meters, and he went straight to the first class to get the 10 points of the championship back. Now who dares to say that he can make up for this lack?

Moreover, just running down a thousand meters is not an easy job. Everyone already has sports events on them, and no one responded for a while.

Song Yan didn't want others to pay for his mistakes. Just as he was about to say that he could, the lazy voice behind him came out first: "Let me top Song Yan."

"Are you okay?" Liu Yue frowned. "One thousand meters is behind three thousand meters. The rest time is half an hour. There are high jump and relay races in the morning. Can you do it physically?"

"Row."

Xia Zhiye answered loosely and firmly.

Just as Song Yan wanted to refute, Xia Zhiye said casually: "Anyway, I can guarantee at least eight points if I go to run. If others have this guarantee, I don't mind letting Xian."

"..."

A steady eight points is a steady move into the top three.

There are 16 classes in the whole grade, and each class has 3 students. Among the 48 students, they are guaranteed to be in the top three. The others really don't have the courage.

Including Song Yan.

He can run the 1,000-meter run in a hurry, but his waist is still hurting. Going to the competition in this state will definitely not have any good results, and the poor final results will also affect the The total score of the class.

Song Yan didn't have a strong sense of collective honor, but he didn't want to hold back, so he lowered his head and shouted, "Fang taste."

Little Fatty: "Ah? What's wrong? I hate brother?"

He hated his brother: "Tell Xia Zhiye, if you really can't do it, don't be brave, I can do it."

Fatty: "..."

He chose to shut up.

Sure enough, before he could turn around, there was a low laugh behind him: "Don't worry, a man can't say no, and Brother Ye loves you, and I don't want you to be hurt."

Song Yan: "..."

Zhao Ruiwen: "..."

Fatty: "..."

At that moment, Chubby, who was sandwiched between the two, suddenly felt that he was about one kilowatt in size, or the kind that was powered on on both sides and never went out.

Even Xia Zhiye and Song Yan didn't let him go on the way to the playground and during the entrance ceremony.

There was a tall, thin, handsome man on either side of his left and right hands, and sandwiched him in the middle, making his not-so-slender figure more rounded, and his not-so-handsome face even more bumpy. .

Coupled with the inexplicable and strange aura of the two before, Xiaopang felt that he was simply accepting the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.

After receiving the strange look at the 888th time, Little Fatty couldn't take it anymore. He took a deep breath and directly dragged Xia Zhiye's left hand and Song Yan's right hand, placing them in front of him and overlapping them.

He pleaded: "Brother, big brother, I beg you, hurry up and make up, can you? Can you two flirt and let go of this innocent little fat man? What did our fat man do wrong? I am guilty. No? I didn't. Please let me go."

Xia Zhiye held Song Yan's hand with kindness: "It's not impossible."

Song Yan threw it away with a cold face: "Who the fuck is the young couple with him."

Then he turned around and walked up to the stand, sat down in the corner of the last row, lay back, and slammed the baseball cap on his face, looking like a cold-blooded comparison that would call him even if the King and Lao Tzu came.

Xia Zhiye smiled and patted Little Fatty on the shoulder soothingly: "Don't worry, brother won't just watch you suffer like this, you can endure it for a long time at most."

Xiao Pang was so moved that he was about to cry: "Brother Ye, come on."

Xia Zhiye nodded and walked slowly towards the high jump for the first competition event.

Song Yan had never been interested in this kind of group activity. He originally wanted to take time to catch up on sleep, but before he closed it for a while, he suddenly heard a frantic scream, mixed with the extremely excited "Xia Zhiye is so handsome". Outwardly obvious.

It was called by a girl.

And it was very sincere.

Song Yan frowned slightly, lifted his hat, looked in the direction of the source of the sound, and saw a group of girls surrounded by a set of jumping poles and cushions, shouting excitedly.

In the middle of the crowd, Xia Zhiye was walking off the cushion in a sloppy manner, and it seemed that he had just skipped the crossbar perfectly.

Isn't it just jumping high?

Make a fuss.

Even though she thought so, Song Yan still didn't put on her hat again, just stared vigilantly at the interaction between Xia Zhiye and the group of girls who were eager to bring him drinks and towels.

Xia Zhiye smiled at them.

Does he want to die?

Xia Zhiye didn't take their drinks.

Okay, he can live again.

Song Yan sat at the top of the stand and watched Xia Zhiye jump over the bar again and again, and then sentenced to death and pardoned again and again.

Until the end, only Xia Zhiye and another boy were left, and the bar had risen to 1.75 meters.

This height is already above the level of a national third-level athlete. If you can jump over it, it will be a true bullshit. After all, most of the people here are not as tall as the pole.

And the final moments are always extraordinarily exciting, everyone clenched their fists tightly, nervously looking forward to the final result.

The other boy jumped first.

He took a deep breath, started, jumped, raised his legs, and when he was about to cross, his heel accidentally knocked off the crossbar.

Contestant No. 1 OUT.

Everyone sighed regretfully.

Then he instantly focused his eyes on Xia Zhiye.

However, Xia Zhiye was still just languidly turning his wrists and ankles, with a very relaxed expression, as if he was not affected by the failure of the other person at all, and he didn't care about everyone's very stressful eyes. He just raised his head and smiled at Song Yan.

Song Yan thought that no one noticed that he was watching, but he was suddenly caught by Xia Zhiye, his heart tightened, and then he saw Xia Zhiye step up, start running, take off from the ground, stretch up, rotate, turn his back to the ground. The crossbar, and then the way of the back jump, passed perfectly, and landed beautifully.

When flying into the air, the hem of the loose T-shirt raises an empty arc, inevitably revealing the youth's thin waist and neat and tight abdominal muscles, with a pair of extremely long legs, even if it is only a shock, It also caused crazy screams and cheers from everyone present.

However, Xia Zhiye seemed to be unable to hear the cheers and applause around him. He just stood up and moved towards Song Yan's direction.

The audience suddenly went crazy.

"Damn it! Did Master Xia blow a kiss!"

"Who is who? Who gave it to?!"

"I don't know. Anyway, it's towards the stand. Who is there?"

"Let me take a look, fuck, isn't that Lin Yiling! Could it be that Master Xia's blowing kiss is for the school flower?"

The high jump venue was the closest venue to the stands, and the discussion of the melon-eating crowd inevitably fell into Song Yan's ears.

Song Yan originally wanted to scold Xia Zhiye for being a bit of a slut, but when he heard this, he frowned and looked towards the front of the stand unhappily.

There is indeed a tall and beautiful girl leaning on the railing, with big waves, makeup, delicate and gorgeous eyebrows, and is looking at the direction of the high jump with a smile.

Song Yan was a little impressed by this name. In the information given by Shen Jiayan, it seemed that this girl was mentioned, and Shang Huai also said that this girl and Xia Zhiye seemed to have a good relationship before.

And the friend next to the girl listened to the booing, and also joked: "Why, the school girl, the younger brother is so enthusiastic, don't you show it?"

The girl didn't get angry because of this kind of joke, she just smiled: "Open your eyes and see, that arc is aimed at us in the first row, but the junior did a good job, you can order a few cups of milk tea as a reward."

his roommate.

his blowing kisses.

Why should others be rewarded?

And Xia Zhiye is so sassy, wouldn't he tie his clothes in his trousers and tighten an elastic cord?Do you have to show your waist for others to see?Everyone knows that only people who like him will be interested in his body, but don't know how to dress well?

Song Yan's heart suddenly felt like a child's anger. He picked up the phone and ordered a cup of Xia Zhiye's favorite succulent grape flavor.

However, when the order was placed, there was a pause.

After a little hesitation, he decisively clicked on the plus sign after the number, and waited until he had bought all the products in the store and made almost 40 copies before placing the order with satisfaction.

He just ordered some milk tea to condolence to his classmates to express his apology for not being able to participate in the competition as scheduled, definitely not to compare himself with others.

After ordering, Song Yan lay down again, buckled the brim of his hat, and covered his handsome face tightly, regaining the aura of being a stranger to strangers.

He's a cool guy with no emotions.

Just richer.

There's nothing wrong with that.