During the lunch break, Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen were called to the school gate by Song Yan via WeChat.

Then looked at the two boxes of milk tea in the incubator and a Japanese takeaway box that felt expensive just by looking at the packaging, and fell into deep thought.

Song Yan said lightly, "There are all of them in the class."

Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen immediately picked up a box each: "Okay, thank you dad."

By the time all the milk teas were distributed, Song Yan was full of descendants, but Xia Zhiye was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Xia Zhiye?" Song Yan casually asked a person beside him.

The man chewed the pulp and said vaguely, "Just now, a senior high school senior gave him milk tea, and he followed. He should have gone to the cafeteria on the third floor with him for dinner."

As soon as the voice fell, Fatty, who was eating the canteen's stir-fry and drinking milk tea, instantly felt the surrounding air pressure drop to the valley at a sensible speed for one second.

"..."

Done.

Recalling his miserable experience during the cold war between the two, Xiao Pang hurriedly covered the man's mouth: "What nonsense is this, is our wild brother this kind of person? And the milk tea bought by the senior three senior sister can be bought by our tired brother. What's good? Joke."

Then he hurriedly turned his head to look at Song Yan: "Brother Yan, you have to believe Brother Ye, he must be still in the playground, or should I go and call him for you?"

"No need." Song Yan stood up, pushed the daily food bag over, and said coldly, "Give this to him, he can eat it if he likes it, or throw it away if he doesn't."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his jacket and walked out of the cafeteria.

The little fat hurriedly stopped him: "Brother Yan, where are you going?"

Song Yan casually threw a sentence: "Take takeaway."

"?"

And takeaway?

Does Song Yan intend to drive the GDP development of the entire area around Nanwu No. 3 Middle School by himself?

Fatty took the daily food bag on the table while complaining.

Originally, I wanted to open it out of curiosity, but I saw the receipt on the seal first.

The ticket reads:

[Nourishing eel rice (order and kill) *1 388 yuan]

[Caviar steamed egg*1 198 yuan]

[Small grilled wagyu beef*1 588 yuan]

[Foie Gras Hand Roll*2 136 yuan]

[Total: 1310 yuan]

"..."

Fatty froze for three seconds, and then put the bag back silently.

Brother Yan's love really isn't something he and other mortals can afford.

And with this menu, is he planning to make Ye Ge a cow?

It is indeed the age of a wolf like a tiger.

Fatty clicked his tongue twice, as if filled with emotion.

And Xia Zhiye did follow Lin Yiling, but he didn't go to dinner together, and he didn't accept the milk tea she sent.

It's just because Lin Yiling was the former head of the education department of the student union and was familiar with the people in the education department, so please talk to the secretary of the education department and move the women's 800 meters in front of the men's 1,000 meters. You can set aside about thirty or forty minutes to adjust the rest.

The competition process of the school sports meeting itself is very casual, changing the order of the competition will not affect anything at all, and the officers of other classes in the second year of high school have no opinion, this matter will be settled soon.

Xia Zhiye also declined Senior Sister's invitation to eat in the cafeteria on the third floor, and went to the cafeteria on the second floor alone.

However, because it came too late, the food in the cafeteria on the second floor had been divided up, not even a mouthful of green vegetables was left, and there was no shadow of a stinky face in the cafeteria. It seems that someone's 21-day cold treatment plan is too cold. I don't even want to make a meal for myself.

Little heartless.

Xia Zhiye took out his mobile phone slowly, and was about to order a takeaway to make do, when he heard someone in the corner call: "Master Xia! This way!"

Looking back, Fatty was sitting in the corner holding a bag very preciously and waving at him.

Walk over and sit down: "What's the matter."

Xiao Pang pushed the takeaway bag and succulent grapes to him: "Brother Yan bought it for you."

Song Yan bought it for herself?

It seems that the little conscience is not too conscientious.

The corners of Xia Zhiye's lips instantly brought up a smile.

After taking the bag and seeing the double cheese specially marked on the receipt and milk tea, the smile on the corners of the lips deepened.

He said why when he came over just now, he saw everyone in the group holding a cup of Hey Tea. It turned out that some Xiao Aojiao wanted to buy it for himself, but he couldn't bear the shame and only bought it for himself, which made the Muggles cheaper.

And it's not that he doesn't help himself to make meals, just because he feels distressed that he is very energy-intensive today, so he specially bought a good tonic for himself.

But moving is moving, someone is really healed and the scar has forgotten the pain.

I was drunk and coquettish before, crying and saying that I had no money, I couldn't even dry clean my clothes, and I couldn't even eat foie gras. It was only a few days ago that I started to spend a lot of money again.

If it wasn't for Xia Yu to spend 50,000 yuan to help buy Song Yan's watch, in terms of the consumption consciousness of this prodigal young master, how would he live his life?

But a prodigal is a prostitute. What's wrong with such a good boyfriend, he can't afford to support him.

Xia Zhiye thought about it, and in his heart, he finished his life of making money and supporting his family, Song Yan, who was beautiful and beautiful.

And Xiaopang looked at Xia Zhiye staring at the Japanese food and the cup of milk tea with a pampering and indulgent smile, and heaved a long sigh.

Done.

Xia Ye, who was famous for his bravery and valour in his entire life, was completely finished.

Maybe this is the hero's sadness to the beauty.

But a hero is a hero even if he falls in the beauty gate.

If Xia Zhiye hadn't taken the initiative to show affection back then, Xiaopang might still be afraid to make friends because of his inferiority.

So even though he couldn't stand the way of abusing dogs in the name of quarrel, Xiaopang decided to help Xia Ye protect their unique love.

So when he finished eating with Xia Zhiye and then went back to the starting point of the 3,000-meter track, Fatty stretched out his hand and grabbed Xia Zhiye's waistband.

Xia Zhiye opened it to him with a slap: "Don't move your hands or feet, I still want to protect you like a jade."

"I'm here to help you protect yourself like jade." Little Fatty explained anxiously.

Xia Zhiye: "?"

"Brother Yan dislikes your high jump and showing your waist is too coquettish, let me tell you remember to tuck your shirt into your trousers waist and tighten it with an elastic rope."

"..." Xia Zhiye made up for the picture, "To be honest, it's a little bit dirty."

Xiaopang nodded: "Brother Yan thinks that you are also very dirty about blowing kisses."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

"So if you want an image, you still have to hate brother."

"Hate brother."

"Got it!"

With this sentence, Xiao Chuan quickly tucked the black T-shirt of Xia Zhiye, the most handsome classmate in the audience, into the gray sweatpants, then raised the pants to the waist, and pinched the ends of the elastic rope. Pulling hard, tying a tight knot.

A pair of overgrown legs and a tight waist were immediately revealed.

However, it still can't hide the rustic look of this shape.

The girls onlookers who had already organized the formation and were about to shout "Come on Xia Zhiye, Xia Zhiye is the most handsome" fell into silence when they watched the sudden change in shape.

Then they turned their heads in unison, moved in the other direction, waved the gas stick in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Zhou Ziqiu is the most handsome! Come on Zhou Ziqiu! Zhou Ziqiu, you are the best!"

Defection is very morally stress-free.

Zhou Ziqiu couldn't help laughing: "Our Lord Xia gave up an entire forest for one tree."

"You do not understand."

Xia Zhiye's tone has inexplicably brought a kind of pride of a married person.

Zhou Ziqiu disliked it very much: "straight men like us really don't understand, what about your tree?"

There was no shadow of Xia Zhiye's tree in the crowd on the playground and in the stands.

Xia Zhiye turned his wrists and said indifferently, "Maybe it's somewhere to bask in the sun and prepare to bloom."

Zhou Ziqiu chuckled: "I look at Xuan, the tree in your house looks like an iron tree to me."

Song Yan couldn't help sneezing at the school gate.

Well done, who is talking bad about him.

But he is also sunbathing.

The store where ordered takeaway this time is a little far from No. 3 Middle School, and it is still running errands. It happens that the delivery staff is not familiar with the terrain of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School, and the terrain of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School is the best in the whole Nanwu. One of the magical terrains.

So he watched the current distance of the delivery man from 800 meters to 2 kilometers, from 2 kilometers to 800 meters, and then from 800 meters to 2 kilometers.

Just like this, I waited for an hour at the gate of the school, and I was very upset, but when I saw the young deliveryman who was still sweating and nervous in the early winter, he still pursed his lips and said "thank you", and ordered a good review.

Then he carried the bag of takeaways he had ordered back from 15 kilometers away and walked quickly to the playground.

Although he had walked very fast, he was still one step late. By the time he reached the playground, the three-kilometer long-distance race was drawing to a close.

Standing behind the crowd, he could see Xia Zhiye taking the lead from a distance, crossing the finish line all the way, receiving the cheers and baptisms of the crowd, dazzling and eye-catching in the crowd.

Even the hair that was ruffled by the wind and the clothes soaked in sweat only appeared to be a young man with high spirits and unrestrained style.

If it weren't for the T-shirt tucked high into the waistband, it would be a picture that could be recorded in a youth campus idol drama.

However, this waistband is too crude.

Song Yan didn't expect that Xia Zhiye was actually willing. Seeing Xia Zhiye's action of leaning over his knees and panting for breath, Song Yan couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

Sooner or later, the moment Song Yan raised the corner of his lips, Xia Zhiye seemed to sense something and looked up in his direction.

His eyes met, and after a brief pause, Song Yan hurriedly pressed his fist against the tip of his nose, stopped his head, coughed twice, and tried to cover up.

This time, it was Xia Zhiye's turn to raise the corners of his lips.

When Xiao Pang saw his smile, he turned his head along his line of sight, and sure enough, he saw Song Yan who was awkward in the crowd.

It's really not surprising.

Xiao Pang sighed silently, and walked over consciously: "Brother Yan, is there anything you need my help to tell Brother Ye?"

Song Yan handed over the bag in his hand: "There are bananas, professionally prepared nutritious fruit and vegetable juices, electrolyte drinks, glucose water, and energy bars. You let him eat them."

People will secrete a lot of lactic acid after strenuous exercise. Alkaline foods and fruits can quickly neutralize and balance blood acidity. Together with the replenishment of water and electrolytes, it is beneficial to quickly eliminate fatigue.

If you have this heart, and you are willing to make this effort, you obviously care a lot, so why don't you pretend to be a cold war.

"Brother Yan, you'd better give it to him yourself, I'm going to watch the second group of games." Xiao Pang threw a sentence very wisely, and ran away in a hurry.

Song Yan didn't even have time to stop him.

But apart from Xiaopang and Xia Zhiye, he was not too familiar with the rest of the first class. In addition, the second group of games had already started. Everyone had to watch the game.

He could only walk to Xia Zhiye by himself and hand over the bag.

Xia Zhiye sat in the first row of the stand, took the bag, picked up a bottle of electrolyte drink, twisted it, and then raised his head: "Brother Yan, I can't unscrew it."

Song Yan took the drink expressionlessly, unscrewed the bottle cap, and then handed it back again.

After Xia Zhiye finished drinking slowly, he took out another banana and handed it to Song Yan: "Brother Yan, I can't peel it."

Song Yan: "?"

Xia Zhiye: "I'm delicate."

"..."

Song Yan felt that Xia Zhiye couldn't peel it off, but couldn't think about it.

As soon as he raised his fists, Xia Zhiye blinked: "I have to run a thousand meters after running three kilometers, so tired."

Song Yan: "..."

Grass.

Why can he always be kidnapped by Xia Zhiye morality.

And clearly knowing that this was Xia Zhiye's routine, Song Yan still gritted his teeth, took the banana, peeled it off, and handed it to Xia Zhiye.

Xia Zhiye was able to take an inch, put his hands in his pockets honestly, and raised his head: "My hands are sore."

Song Yan: "???"

Seeing that Song Yan was about to go mad again, Xia Zhiye blinked again: "I have run three kilometers and have to run another one thousand meters, I'm so... um."

Before he could sell out, Song Yan shoved the banana into his mouth with a dark face.

Xia Zhiye smiled and took a bite. After swallowing it slowly, he was very satisfied: "It's so sweet."

Nonsense, the most expensive variety I bought.

Can it be sweet.

This is the taste of RMB.

With a sense of guilt, guilt and a hint of distress, Song Yan suppressed her original urge to beat someone, and fed Xia Zhiye a banana with a dark face.

Then he stood there, motionless, as if waiting to see what else this delicate third lieutenant could do.

It seems that someone is still very angry, and he doesn't talk to himself for three days, so he doesn't talk to himself for three days.

But after three days, I won't be able to see Song Yan for a long time, so I want to hear more about Song Yan these few days.

So Xia Zhiye decided to give in first: "Okay, geezer, I was wrong, don't talk to me, okay? Really not, geezer? Baby? Happy little baby?"

Xia Zhiye called all the nasty names, but it didn't help. Song Yan just pulled the zipper of his coat up, hid his chin, and then buckled down the brim of his hat to cover his eyes, and then remained motionless without saying a word. .

Really stubborn.

"You're really ignoring me? In a few days, I'll be..."

Xia Zhiye wanted to say more, but someone had already picked up the loudspeaker: "All the 1,000-meter contestants in the second year of high school come to the rostrum to register and learn about the competition. Don't delay, don't be late."

So had to quit.

Reaching out and rubbing Song Yan's head: "Forget it, it's nothing, let's talk about it after the game."

After speaking, he stood up and walked slowly to the registration office.

What happened in a few days?

Is there something Xia Zhiye didn't have time to tell himself?

Song Yan suddenly realized that he didn't often take the initiative to ask about things that Xia Zhiye didn't show directly in front of him, so that when he suddenly said this, he had no clue.

Song Yan pursed her lips slightly, as if recalling and thinking, with a faint dissatisfaction with herself and unease about unknown events.

Sitting lazily in the first row of the stands, with his hair down and dazed, is out of tune with the aura of the whole enthusiastic sports field.

Kong Xiaoxiao, who was chasing strong men everywhere, found him at a glance. Busy, he rushed up and grabbed his arm: "Brother Yan, the party and the people want to give you a glorious mission, are you willing to accept it?"

Song Yan was suddenly caught by his thoughts, and he was still a little confused: "What mission?"

Kong Xiaoxiao said very solemnly, "Read the script."

"..."

Thinking of the idiots sitting on the podium holding the microphone and reading those very contrived and exaggerated refueling manuscripts, Song Yan regained his senses and ruthlessly pushed Kong Xiaoxiao's hand away, "I'm sorry, I'm not worthy."

Kong Xiaoxiao grabbed his wrist back with an affectionate expression: "No, Brother Yan, you deserve it! No one else deserves even except you!"

Song Yan: "?"

"Can the whole grade be able to find someone who is more standard than you in Mandarin? Can the whole grade still find someone who wants Ye Ge to win more than you? The most important thing is that the whole grade can still find someone who is more leisurely than you. ?!"

"..."

Indeed not.

Song Yan had no power to refute his soul three times.

And because of an overly strong sense of morality, he fell into the guilt silence that caused others to increase their workload because of their own injuries.

So when he reacted, he was already seated on the rostrum by Kong Xiaoxiao.

Looking at the group of Muggles below, Song Yan gave up the struggle and acted as an emotionless manuscript reading machine with a blank face.

Nanwu is a region with a heavy accent, and it is very common to distinguish between nasal side sounds and front and rear nasal sounds, so it seems that Song Yan, a child who grew up in the north, has an extraordinarily standard Mandarin and is extraordinarily emotionless.

I don't have enough emotion to read a good sentence "Look, the end is in front of you", but read a feeling of "Look, the end of life is in front of you".

The cheering words that were originally rhythmic and impassioned became supernatural and terrifying.

The head of the Ministry of Education looked at Kong Xiaoxiao numbly.

Kong Xiaoxiao: "...very good! This is called washing away the dryness of a summer afternoon with a voice as cold as spring water. How great!"

The secretary of the Ministry of Education said with a blank expression: "Well, but now it's the beginning of winter."

"..." Kong Xiaoxiao, "I'm sorry, I'll remind him."

After speaking, he rubbed next to Song Yan, turned off Mai, and whispered, "Brother Yan, can you have a little bit of human emotion?"

Song Yan looked at her.

She looked at Song Yan.

"..."

Kong Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that she was talking to an AI.

Fortunately, a whistle broke the embarrassment: "Men's 1,000-meter contestants, take your place, prepare - run!"

Kong Xiaoxiao was instantly inspired and stretched out his finger: "Come on, Brother Yan, look in my direction, do you see Master Xia, do you feel the feeling of wanting to cheer for him? If you feel it, then Read the cheering script out loud with that emotion!"

Song Yan looked over.

Xia Zhiye, who had just rested for more than half an hour, seemed to have regained his strength, and there was no problem with the start, but his speed was much slower than the previous crushing advantage, and he was almost stable in the fifth and sixth positions. The name maintains a short distance.

He knew that Xia Zhiye should be behind strategically.

After all, he just finished a 3,000-meter run before. No matter how fast his energy recovery is, he is still inferior to other runners who have plenty of rest, so it is not realistic to get the first place, but now save his energy and wait for the final sprint. It is not hopeless to get a top three and get more than eight points.

It's just that Xia Zhiye's footsteps are obviously much heavier than before.

Will he be really tired.

Thinking of this, Song Yan's knuckles curled up unconsciously.

Seeing Song Yan's worry, Kong Xiaoxiao shoved in a cheering note: "Come, come, take advantage of the mood, and give it a shot."

Homeopathic opened the wheat.

Song Yan didn't think much about it, retracted her gaze, and continued to read the content on the refueling manuscript without emotion.

"Xia Zhiye, a classmate of Class 2 and 1, you have your perfect figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist on the high jump field, your unparalleled perfect long legs on the track field, and your melodious perfect name in the cheers of the crowd. On a long journey, you are so perfect, but you choose to let the sweat wet your clothes, let the fatigue sweep your body, still do not give up or give up, fight bravely, and persevere to the end, just because you have an unswerving goal and belief, it is for Song... "

Overjoyed?

Halfway through Song, Song Yan gritted his teeth hard, then ignoring the content on the paper, without pausing to make up: "To the second and first class of high school, a supreme honor, so let's work hard, we will always cry for you. "

After reading, he covered Mai, turned his head to look at Kong Xiaoxiao, his eyes were cold and sharp: "To be honest, where did this cheering script come from?"

Kong Xiaoxiao was persuaded by him, and immediately confessed: "Before the game, Master Xia personally handled the knife, and he ordered you to read it!"

"..."

Song Yan gritted his teeth.

He said how the handwriting is so familiar.

He said that the good-looking Xia Zhiye asked him to come up and read a cheering script.

As expected of the literary giant Xia Zhiye, the fox demon who hasn't taken a bath after cultivating for a thousand years is not as showy as him.

Just as Song Yan was about to leave, she stood up and saw that Xia Zhiye, who had already run a lap and a half, had fallen behind to the first place.

His footsteps were visibly heavy, with his head down, his chest and back heaving violently, and it seemed that he was indeed very uncomfortable because of his natural strength.

At that moment, Song Yan felt a little nervous, and wanted to go up and hold Xia Zhiye to tell him not to run away.

However, he knew Xia Zhiye. This is a person who has made promises to others and will do it with all his strength. Unless it really exceeds his highest ability limit, he will never give up.

He told himself that if he got the top three, he would work hard to get it.

This is the reason why Xia Zhiye is proud and eye-catching, but also makes people feel at ease.

Song Yan tried her best to suppress her urge to go up and hold Xia Zhiye up, picked up the wheat, pretended to look at a blank piece of paper in front of her, and read, "Xia Zhiye, class 2 and 1, whether you can get a good ranking or not, Can you get back high points for the class? In my heart, you are the man who is most responsible and keeps promises, so don't be afraid, don't worry, don't force, no matter what you are, you will always be the best in Nanwu No.3 Middle School. Xia Zhiye."

After speaking, he gathered up the white paper, put it in his pocket, and cast his gaze towards Xia Zhiye in the distance.

On the side, Kong Xiaoxiao slowly put out a question mark: "Wait? Brother tired? Is there anything written on the paper?"

Song Yan's face did not change: "Yes."

Seriously, it doesn't feel like telling lies at all.

Kong Xiaoxiao began to suspect that she might really be blind.

Others didn't notice anything unusual.

Only Xia Zhiye, who was sore and tired, laughed silently.

Besides Song Yan, who else would write this kind of cheering draft?

It seems that no matter how strong a person is, he can't help but feel sorry for himself.

At that moment, Xia Zhiye, who was already exhausted, suddenly felt as if he could do it again.

He adjusted his breathing, didn't try his best, and accelerated, sprinted, and chased forward as far as he could with the last 300 meters remaining.

So in just ten seconds, everyone watched helplessly as he overtook seventh, sixth, fifth, and fourth in a row.

As long as there is more than one person, he can achieve the goal of agreeing to Song Yan, and get eight points in the top three.

But there is still a long way to go between him and the third place, and his own instincts are not enough. The speed increase just now consumed a lot of energy, and the muscles all over his body are sore and tired, not like himself, every breath All gouged out the chest pain.

The top four have already reached the last corner. If they can't overtake here, Xia Zhiye will basically say goodbye to the top three.

All the people in the group began to shout frantically: "Brother Ye, go! Come on, Brother Ye! Brother Ye is the best! Brother Ye, you can definitely do it!"

Huge hope and encouragement also became a huge pressure on Xia Zhiye.

Standing on the rostrum, Song Yan could almost see Xia Zhiye's increasingly solemn expression and heavier footsteps with his naked eyes. He really wanted to rush down and hug Xia Zhiye, so that the group of people would stop shouting. .

But he didn't.

Because Xia Zhiye would not like this kind of treatment.

So he didn't care about the pissed off way of not talking to Xia Zhiye for three days, he picked up a loudspeaker on the rostrum and jumped off the rostrum.

Then after standing at the finish line, he picked up the horn and said, "Xia Zhiye, I will wait for you here."

No matter what your rank is, no matter when you come over, even if you want to walk over like you usually do, I will wait for you here anyway.

It was a sentence that only Xia Zhiye could understand, and he suddenly felt that his footsteps were not so heavy, because this was not a futile rush for him alone.

So he smiled relaxedly, picked up his pace, quickened his pace, and ran as hard as he could to the finish line across all the exhaustion and the long journey.

When he finally passed the third place and crossed the finish line, he propped his knees and panted violently, then looked up at Song Yan and said with a smile, "What should I do, I'm not the first this time."

Song Yan lowered the brim of her hat, and her cold voice revealed an awkward and unreasonable childishness: "Anyway, I didn't see the first or second."

So you are my number one.

The author has something to say: first and second: then I go?