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Chapter 53
Song Yan agreed too readily, so much so that Ruan Tian was stunned for a moment and then responded, "You agreed?"
"Um."
"Why did you agree suddenly?"
Ruan Tian was stunned.
Song Yan said coldly, "I saw a familiar friend."
Familiar friend?
Ruan Tian opened the brochure suspiciously, and when he saw "Shang Wei, the outstanding student representative of Beijing Huiying Foreign Language School" at the bottom of the photo on the first page, he realized that Huiying Foreign Language was Song Yan's previous school in Beijing.
And this Shang Wei was directly invited by the organizer to participate in this final as the first place in the previous session, and other ordinary contestants had to go through the preliminaries.
"Song Yan, not bad, your friend is very good."
Ruan Tian didn't think much about it, just pretending that Song Yan wanted to catch up with his former friends, he happily took out a registration form and handed it to Song Yan together with the brochure, "You take the brochure first, go back and look at the competition process. and precautions, then fill out the registration form and give it to me tomorrow."
Song Yan responded with a sigh, and took it without hesitation. He didn't even want to take a second look, so he turned and left.
Halfway through, I suddenly remembered something, and turned around and asked, "Teacher, where is the nearest ATM machine near the school?"
Ruan Tian replied hurriedly: "I will pass by the side whenever it is roasted."
"Um."
Song Yan thanked him again and quickly left the classroom.
When he returned to the dormitory, Xia Zhiye had not returned.
Song Yan threw the things on the table and went into the bathroom with clean clothes.
When finished washing, wanted to throw the clothes into the washing machine to wash, but poured the laundry detergent and pressed the switch, but the washing machine did not move for a long time.
Did it go bad within a month of buying it?
Song Yan lowered her head, pursed her lips, and tried one by one, but the washing machine just wouldn't spin. After ten minutes of trying, Song Yan felt that Hello Kitty's smile on the washing machine was extremely mocking.
When was irritable and wanted to change to a new washing machine, the door opened.
Xia Zhiye carried a bag in his hand, entered the door, saw Song Yanzheng standing in the washing machine with a grumpy face, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Yan threw out an impatient sentence: "The washing machine is broken."
"?"
Wasn't it still fine when I used it yesterday?
Xia Zhiye put the bag in his hand on the table and walked over: "Let me take a look."
Song Yan stepped aside: "If you look at it again, it's bad..."
slam-la-
"……of."
Before Song Yan could finish speaking, Xia Zhiye reached out his hand and flipped the water valve gate lightly, and after a sound of water flowing, the washing machine turned up obediently.
He turned so vigorously that Song Yan's face hurt so much.
Xia Zhiye leaned against the washing machine and looked at Song Yan. Song Yan lowered her head and looked at the washing machine in silence. After three seconds, she turned her head and left.
Xia Zhiye grabbed his wrist with a smile and dragged him back: "Don't go, I'll tell you how to use this, otherwise the clothes will stink when I come back and wash them again."
Song Yan thought to himself, now that I have money, I can do dry cleaning.
However, he still reluctantly finished listening to Xia Zhiye's explanation.
After Xia Zhiye finished speaking, he asked with a smile like a kindergartener, "Did our Song Yan understand?"
Song Yan sternly said, "I'm not a fucking fool."
"Then our little friend Song Yan is awesome."
Xia Zhiye's tone was so exaggerated that it was almost yin and yang.
Song Yan was so angry that she raised her leg and was about to kick him.
Xia Zhiye hurriedly smiled and pressed it down: "I'm complimenting you, and in order to praise our smart and cute little Song Yan, I also prepared a cute little gift."
Hearing the word "gift", Song Yan instantly wanted to escape from the 613 dormitory as quickly as possible.
Don't blame him for the PTSD gift, the key is that the gift Xia Zhiye gave was beyond ordinary people's aesthetics, and he didn't want to beat Xia Zhiye before Zhiye left.
But the speed at which he escaped was far slower than the speed at which Xia Zhiye caught him.
Before he opened the door of the dormitory, Xia Zhiye reached out his hand and caught him back, and his other hand conjured up a small flower pot.
Song Yan originally thought that he would see something strange pink, but instead he saw a green thing, and frowned slightly: "What is this?"
Xia Zhiye: "Iron tree."
Song Yan: "? Do you think I'm blind or stupid?"
Doesn't he know that this thing is an iron tree?
He wanted to ask Xia Zhiye what was wrong with suddenly giving him an iron tree?
Xia Zhiye held the little iron tree, not much bigger than his palm, in front of him: "You will know if you look closely."
It's just a newly transplanted small Tieshu stubble, with a nice black small pot, nothing else is special, and if you look closely, you can see what the name is.
Song Yan looked indifferent and uninterested.
Xia Zhiye brought the small bonsai a little closer: "Look at it carefully."
"What's good..."
etc……
Song Yan seemed to see the words engraved on the basin, squinted, leaned in slightly, and took a closer look.
Song... Xiaoxi? !
Song Yan took a deep breath.
Sure enough, as long as it was a gift from Xia Zhiye, it would definitely be playing in his minefield.
After exhaling, a fist greeted him.
Xia Zhiye hugged Song Xiaoxi and quickly ducked: "The iron tree is evergreen and easy to support. I'm asking for a good omen for you."
Song Yan was suspicious: "Really?"
Xia Zhiye didn't change his face: "Really."
"..."
Barely enough.
Song Yan retracted his fists, sat on the chair with a cold face, wiped his hair, "I can't raise it."
"Don't worry, the Song Xiaoxi I brought back will definitely be raised by me. It's just that I'm not here for a while, so I'll take care of it temporarily." Xia Zhiye said and put Song Xiaoxi on Song Daxi's table, "Look, the green one is so healthy. How environmentally friendly, how cute, how full of vitality... eh? You promised Ruan Tian?"
When Xia Zhiye was placing potted plants, he came across the registration form and brochure on the table, picked it up and flipped through it: "Really plan to go?"
"Well, I'm sorry to refuse Ruan Tian."
Song Yan casually said a word.
Xia Zhiye knew that Song Yan was soft-hearted, Ruan Tian struggled for a while, and Song Yan agreed, it was normal, so he didn't think too much, just continued to flip through the brochure: "The speech contest is on the 28th of next month?"
"Um."
"That's a pity."
"What's up?"
Song Yan raised her head.
Xia Zhiye leaned on the table with his hands on the edge of the table, looked down at him and said lazily: "The closing ceremony of our winter camp is also on December 20th, and I can't come back to witness the charming demeanor of our brother Yan."
It's good not to come back.
Anyway, it is estimated that his demeanor is not very charming at that time.
After all, he agreed to participate in this speech contest in order to get back what Shang Wei owed him.
He didn't want Xia Zhiye to know about his unpleasant experiences in the past, nor did he want Xia Zhiye to stand up for him.
Some things must be completely solved by himself before he can really cross that hurdle.
Song Yan remembered these things, and his expression was not very good.
Xia Zhiye bent down slightly and leaned closer to his head, his voice was ambiguous: "What? Can't bear to let me go?"
Song Yan's ears burned again in an instant, and he moved his chair back and said, "Stay away from me!"
Xia Zhiye insisted, but leaned a little closer, deliberately said slowly to Song Yan's ear, "I'm going to Beijing soon, isn't it far?"
Song Yan gritted his teeth, but if he stepped back, there was a wall, so he could only stand up and push Xia Zhiye, but when they came together, they just happened to bump into the arms of Xia Zhiye who had been planning for a long time.
Then I heard Xia Zhiye whisper: "I agree with the 21-day cold treatment plan you said, so when I come back, can you give me an answer?"
Song Yan tried to play dead.
However, Xia Zhiye was unrelenting, with a sloppy smile, and said lazily: "Song Yan, you are teasing me while not agreeing to me. This is a test of my character and legal awareness, you know?"
Song Yan didn't understand and raised his head.
Xia Zhiye looked down at him: "Have you heard the story of the extrajudicial madman Zhang San?"
"..."
Grass.
Song Yan kicked Xia Zhiye away: "What do you keep in your head all day long?"
Xia Zhiye did not hesitate: "You."
Song Yan: "..."
Why is this guy so rude and rude?
What did you see in him? !
Pooh.
Who is watching him.
Song Yan became angry, lay on the bed, pulled the quilt, turned around, turned her back to Xia Zhiye, felt Xia Zhiye trying to pull his quilt, and said coldly, "I advise you to take a bath now if you want to cherish your life."
Xia Zhiye stopped: "Don't you cherish the last time you spent with me?"
"Go away."
"Won't you drop me off tomorrow?"
"Don't go."
"Don't tell me to pay more attention to safety in Beijing, study hard, and don't make trouble?"
"None of my business."
Song Yan maintained his cool brother image with indifference.
However, as soon as the sound of water came from the bathroom, he quickly jumped out of bed, opened his schoolbag, took out a stack of thick envelopes, and stuffed them into the bottom layer of Xia Zhiye's schoolbag, before lying back on the bed and pretending that nothing had happened.
Competitors' training camps and out-of-province competitions have always cost money. Even if a school in the province will reimburse some of the expenses, there will always be times when you need money when you are alone.
He transferred money directly to Xia Zhiye, Xia Zhiye would definitely not accept it, but he didn't want Xia Zhiye, who was obviously so excellent, to worry about money when he was competing with others.
Moreover, Beijing food is unpalatable, the price is high, and the weather is still cold. What if Xia Zhiye is hungry and frozen.
The more Song Yan thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and finally he sent Shen Jiayan a WeChat message, so that if he had time to take a look at the training camp, he would be reassured.
On the day Xia Zhiye left, he reluctantly wore a hat and mask to send Xia Zhiye all the way to the security checkpoint. After confirming that the stack of money had left safely with Xia Zhiye, he took a taxi from the airport back to the dormitory alone.
Only then did he realize that Nanwu's airport was so far away from No. 3 Middle School.
When he walked from the end of the corridor to the 613 dormitory by himself, he was already ready to welcome the cold and dark room.
However, as soon as the door was opened, the bright lights poured down, and Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked at the fat man who was carrying his bedding to the upper bunk, and frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"
"Brother Yan, are you back?" Little Fatty climbed on the top bunk and tucked the last quilt. "Master Xia said you couldn't sleep alone at night, so let me come over to accompany you."
"..."
"I'll wake you up every morning from now on, and I'll accompany you to eat lunch and dinner."
"..."
"Also, the instruction manual for the washing machine is under Hello Kitty, the key to Jijiu Lane is in the drawer of Master Xia, and Master Xia also gave me your taboo list."
"..."
"So don't worry, when Xia Zhiye comes back, I promise you will have all your tails."
"..."
Song Yan stood on the spot, suddenly not knowing what emotion was in her heart.
After a short silence, he nodded: "Well, as you like."
After that, he went to the bathroom.
Take a shower, go to bed, turn off the lights.
Business as usual.
Song Yan felt that he didn't really rely on Xia Zhiye that much. Even if Xia Zhiye wasn't around, he would have to live on his own.
So took a sleeping pill and closed eyes and fell asleep.
Waking up in the middle of the night from thirst, but extremely sleepy, unwilling to open his eyes and get out of bed, according to his usual inertia and instinct, he called out in a daze: "Xia Zhiye."
Rare no one should.
Song Yan's bad temper came up again, and he loudly shouted impatiently, "Xia Zhiye!"
The upper bunk was suddenly surprised: "What's wrong?!"
Then the stairs shook violently: "Brother Yan, what's wrong?"
Why is this person so moving today?
Song turned around irritably: "I'm thirsty."
"Then drink water, what do you call it?"
"?"
Did Xia Zhiye change his voice at the age of sixteen or seventeen?
And how dare Xia Zhiye talk to him like that?
Song Yan's bad temper finally accumulated to the top, opened his eyes, just about to scold someone, and then at a glance, he saw the person in front of him was holding a mobile phone and turning on the light, and the face illuminated by the light was extremely round and pale.
Even if Xia Zhiye was run over 800 times by a wheel, it would never have grown like this.
So at that moment, the soul of the Beijing elementary school student Taekwondo district champion who had been lurking in Song Yan's body for many years awakened, and a straight punch was thrown out with an extremely high standard and swiftness.
Little Fatty watched the fist rush towards his belly with lightning speed, and put out three question marks in horror, but before he could scream, he felt the soft belly accept it. A fatal blow, and then a heavy fall to the ground.
He lay on the ground and hugged himself aggrievedly.
For the love of others, he has paid what, and who can understand.
The author has something to say: Xiaopang: Today's me deserves a title
Don't worry, chubby meat shield, it's okay, brother Yan will sincerely offer his apology, and the friendship can still be maintained.
Shang Wei appeared in chapter 20, and the speech contest appeared in chapter 40, mainly to fill in the pits and foreshadowings buried in front, and will not open a new story line!