"I-I have no money! Really, really not!"

Lin Yan passed by the alley with his schoolbag hooked, and was walking forward with his head lowered when he heard a stammering voice.

He turned his head to look over, and at the other end of the alley stood a few non-mainstream people dressed in fancy dress, surrounded by a group of people, with hippie and smiling faces, none of them were formal.

The one who was squatting had big eyes that looked foggy, like a pityful puppy on the side of the road.

"Xiao Jie can't speak clearly, but his aura is quite fierce." Yi Kuan inch smiled and raised his hand and patted Song Jiaci, who was squatting on the ground, "Tell me, brothers, do you want to help beat you two? Maybe it can cure your problem."

The two people next to them laughed along, with a playful look on their faces.

Song Jiaci frowned, curled up into a ball, with his back against the wall: "If you want to beat me, I will bite you."

"It's so fierce, I'm scared. Come on, bite here." Diancun raised his palm and was about to call towards his face when someone grabbed his wrist.

He turned his head and said in a bad tone, "Which idiot is so rude?"

"I don't think you'll be beaten." Lin Yan's expression was light, "Which grade, I haven't seen you."

"The third year of junior high school." Duan Cun was oppressed by Fang's aura, and he told the truth unconsciously, "Fuck, why am I telling you this, are you looking for a fight?"

"Well, you can give it a try." Lin Yan's expression did not change, and he looked at the person calmly.

‌The three of them attacked in unison, attacking from left and right, and they seemed to have a strong posture.

Lin Yan twisted one of his wrists in one hand, threw it to both sides, slammed it, and flew far away. was too lazy to do it in the back, and the remaining short inch lifted his leg and kicked his lower abdomen, hitting the key point.

As soon as the toes moved, the person was firmly controlled on the ground.

"Look at you bullying him again, I see you hitting him once." Lin Yan looked at the person and said, "Did you hear that?"

"Yes, I know." Short-inch lied down on the ground in embarrassment and repeatedly agreed.

Lin Yan spit out a word: "Go away."

The three of them ran away, their backs in a hurry.

Song Jiaci clenched the strap of his schoolbag, not knowing whether the three gangsters were more fierce, or the tall, expressionless young man in front of him.

He pursed his lips, and for a long time he choked out a sentence: "You, why do you want to save, save, save me?"

Lin Yan laughed, did he look so inhumane?

He turned around and picked him up from the ground, only to realize that Fang was about half a head shorter than himself, with dark eyes and long eyelashes, like a beautiful doll, who was really good to bully.

He bent down slightly and said casually, "My face control, I see that you look very cute, so please do me a favor."

"Oh, thank you." Song Jiaci was not good at words, and nodded obediently, "You fight well, you are really good."

"Well, what grade are you in?"

"High school."

"The first year of high school was bullied by the children of the third year of junior high?" Lin Yan frowned helplessly.

Song Jiaci blushed: "I and I are in the same class, don't you remember?"

"Same class? I can't afford it, I don't have an impression." Lin Yan thought about it and told the truth.

It's okay to see people, so his patience stopped there, and he said, "Don't take the path in the future, go."

Seeing that people were about to walk out of the alley, Song Jiaci quickly followed with his schoolbag hooked. People took a step, he took a step.

Take it easy, keep a short distance, and follow step by step.

Lin Yan turned his head and saw the shadow falling on the ground from the corner of his eye. He quickened his pace, and the shadow moved faster.

When he was about to walk to the Internet cafe, he braked suddenly, and the person behind him couldn't control it and slammed into his back.

"What are you doing with me?" Lin Yan turned around and looked down at the person.

Song Jiaci didn't speak, rubbed the tip of his nose that was hurting, just stretched out his hand and pulled Lin Yan's schoolbag strap, and tugged lightly.

"say."

"Say, say what?"

Lin Yan felt that it was really difficult to communicate with this little stammer, so he repeated it patiently: "If you don't go home at night, what are you doing with me?"

"I-I'm afraid, can you protect and protect me in the future?" Song Jiaci said carefully.

Lin Yanxin said that this was provoking a little follower, and said helplessly: "Are you relying on me?"

"No, no." Song Jiaci blushed and shook his head suddenly, "I have no friends, he, he always bullies me."

Well, that's on the hook.

Lin Yan curled his lips and reminded: "I'm not a good student, you are very good, don't mix with me."

Song Jiaci insisted: "I, I think you are pretty good."

"Whatever you want, I'm going to the Internet cafe, you can follow if you want." Lin Yan turned around lightly and walked up the stairs next to him.

The Internet cafe was bought by him recently. It was very dilapidated, but before it could be renovated, the corridor had a strange smell.

He wrinkled his nose and went up to the second floor, pushed open the glass door, and inside, Chi Wang was lying on the small sofa with a cigarette in his mouth.

When I saw someone coming, I said hello casually: "Come here."

His eyes fell behind Lin Yan, and he was happy again: "Where did you pick up a child? You kidnapped and sold children?"

"My classmate, do you remember?" Lin Yan asked.

Chi Wang turned sideways to put out the cigarette: "You are only two years old, the ghost remembers, is there such a person? What's the name?"

"I don't know." Lin Yan threw his schoolbag aside and turned to look at the child, "What's your name?"

"Song Jiaci, if you can't remember it, call me little, little monkey." Song Jiaci felt a few glances, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "My mother gave me a nickname. "

Chi Huang nodded: "Okay, remember. How did you two know each other?"

Song Jiaci stammered and repeated two sentences, and was really anxious, so Lin Yan took over the words and retold the whole process in a succinct manner.

Next to him, Gu Anjiu finally took off his earphones and came back to his senses from a hearty battle: "Who is this kid?"

"I don't want to repeat it, tell him yourself." Lin Yan poured himself a glass of water and sat next to Chi Wang.

Song Jiaci walked over obediently, and with an extremely slow speech rate, recounted the difficult process of the incident again, adding fuel to the praise of Lin Yan's rescue deeds.

Gu Anjiu said, "Ouch", "I didn't mean to laugh at you, but you are really struggling to speak, and I felt heartbroken when I heard it."

"‌It's not worth it." Song Jiaci blinked.

"I don't blame you." Gu Anjiu waved his hands again and again and looked at Lin Yan again, "It's quite funny that you picked up this kid."

Lin Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes fell on Song Jiaci, and he couldn't tell what his mood was.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, it was the lively Internet cafe, and the hall was full of smog.

Lin Yan walked around the private room and came out, staring at the little boy who was sitting on the edge of the bar with his back straight, not knowing what he was writing.

He paced over, saw the exercise book of the stall, and joked, "I don't accept underage supervisors here."

"Brother Wang, the network manager said to go to the toilet, I, I help him watch for a while." Song Jiaci smiled and showed his neat teeth, "No, I don't want your wages."

Lin Yan was happy: "You really don't go home? I'm open all night."

Song Jiaci stopped his homework pen with a slightly aggrieved expression: "I, I'm not sleepy, and I don't want to go home. I'll keep watching to help you."

Lin Yan had nothing to do, he looked cold, and his heart was softer than anyone else.

Especially the little boy in front of him, his eyes blinked and he looked wet, like a pity puppy.

"Then I don't care about you, I have something to say to Chi Wang."

"Okay, go get busy."

After Song Jiaci finished speaking, he continued to bury his head in the math problems he had just written, with a very serious expression.

Lin Yan stared at him for a while, raised his eyebrows, and walked towards the small office inside.

When he came out again, Song Jiaci had already slept on the front desk, with his cheeks on his arms, squeezing out a fleshy arc.

Lin Yan stretched out his fingertips and poked, and said in a low voice, "That's how you replaced the class?"

Song Jiaci muttered for a while, but couldn't hear what he said.

"Wake up." Lin Yan patted his face.

Song Jiaci frowned in displeasure: "It's annoying."

The temper is quite big, and he really picked up an ancestor.

Lin Yan sighed, put away the neatly written exercise book beside him, and put it in his schoolbag, hooked the man's arm, and easily picked him up.

The arms were weighed, the weight was too light, there was no weight.

Song Jiaci slept in a daze, but did not forget to stutter and resist: "I, I have no money."

"Understood." Lin Yanxin said how many times he had been coerced, and he kept talking about it in his dreams.

"Who are you?"

"Your father."

"I, my dad doesn't want me." The tone was aggrieved.

"..." Lin Yan didn't think that this little stammer had the habit of talking in his sleep. The most outrageous thing was that he could still ask and answer questions.

He found new pleasure, put the person on the bed, and threatened, "Sell you."

Song Jiaci snorted lightly, then gritted his teeth and replied, "Bad man."

Lin Yan stared at his sleeping face and asked in a low voice, "Song Jiaci, are you pretending to be asleep or talking in your sleep?"

Fang didn't answer any further, and the key point was to shut his mouth, Song Jiaci's head sank into the soft pillow, he just breathed lightly and his lips were dyed bright red.

Lin Yan thought he was straight, and stared at it for a second, then shifted his gaze and lay down on the sofa next to him.

He was woken up in the morning. As soon as he opened his eyes, he looked at Song Jiaci from the top and looked at him, wondering, "Why, why do you sleep here?"

"What do you think?" Lin Yan's back was sore from the diaphragm, and when he got up, he felt like he was falling apart.

He yawned and asked vaguely, "What time is it?"

"At 6:50, it's time, it's time for class." Song Jiaci reminded, "Mr. Li and Li said that you can't miss self-study early or early."

After he finished speaking, he sighed and said angrily, "Damn, lousy, I escaped to bed yesterday."

Lin Yan smiled in confusion: "You just reacted? The reflex arc is long enough."

The group came out of the Internet cafe three minutes later, and they were still ten hours late. Li Qingqing caught them right after they entered the classroom.

Old Li said sadly, "Song Jiaci, why did you follow him to run away from bed late? You shouldn't."

Song Jiaci, adhering to the spirit of facing difficulties, raised his neck and said, "Then you punish me."

Lin Yan laughed when he heard it, and at first glance, he was a good student, how could anyone rush to admit punishment.

"You will be punished for standing up to do self-study early to reflect on yourself." Li Qingqing picked a light one and gave it a symbolic punishment.

The four of them stood in a row in the corridor. When the class was over, a few boys from Class 6 came out in twos and threes to watch the excitement.

Ai Xue walked over, bent down and bit his ears: "Why are you hanging around with those people? His grades are rotten."

Song Jiaci pulled a little distance and said displeasedly, "I'm a friend."

"Do you want to be friends with him? Give me back the hard and difficult review book." Ai Xuehua hummed, his expression very displeased.

Song Jiaci strode to the seat, took out the small book from his schoolbag and handed it over, saying, "I don't need it anymore, you, you take it yourself."

Looking at this kind of childlike relationship, Lin Yan bent the corners of his mouth, inexplicably in a good mood.

He put his arms around his arms and raised his eyes to look at the person: "I'm so clear from the good students, does this really depend on me?"

Song Jiaci's cheeks flushed red, and it took a while for him to mumble vaguely.

After that, he would take classes with Lin Yan every time, do exercises together, and occasionally go to Internet cafes to do homework as a part-time network administrator.

The gang who bullied him before had met once or twice, and when they saw the tall and ill-faced Nian beside him, they all walked around.

With a protective umbrella, Xiaojingba is no longer so easy to be bullied.

After having known each other for a long time, Song Jiaci found that Lin Yan was good in everything except for his poor studies, including himself.

Although this person refused to admit it and acted casually every time, this must be the case.

Song Jia said in his heart that he was taken care of by Lin Yan, and he had to do something to give back.

So on Saturday, he rushed to the Internet cafe with a lot of things he bought from the supermarket.

At the other end of the corridor is a small kitchen, where no one cooks, but the utensils and appliances are fairly complete.

Song Jiaci put a bunch of messy materials on the table, and started to make cakes according to the instructions on the app.

Lin Yan didn't get up until 2:00 noon. He walked around the hall with his slippers on, and the network manager joked, "Your children have come a long time ago."

"Little monkey? He doesn't belong to me." Lin Yan emphasized lazily.

"Aren't you two together?" the network administrator teased, "I don't know, I thought they were one."

Lin Yan raised his hand and said with a look of alertness: "Stop, I'm straight. Are you being led astray by Xiao Jiu, what are you holding on your mind all night long."

"Okay, alright, I'm talking nonsense." The network manager and ‌ shut up, "Why didn't Xiaojiu and the wrong master come?"

Lin Yan took out his phone, glanced at the group chat, and said, "One has a stomach upset, and the other is sleeping at home."

Hearing a bang from the other side of the corridor, he frowned: "What's the sound?"

The network manager followed and explained: "It seems that the child is using the kitchen. I see that he has bought a lot of things."

"..."

It's really going to happen if you don't stare for a while.

Lin Yan reluctantly closed his eyes, and walked quickly along the corridor. Before he could close the door, he smelled a mushy smell.

He leaned against the door and said slowly, "What plane are you doing?"

"Make, make a cake." Song Jiaci looked at him sideways, his face was soiled with flour, and he was a little embarrassed.

There were a lot of failed products in the baking pan in front of them, and they didn't seem to have any pastry.

Lin Yan said lowly, "If you want to eat noodles to buy, don't waste the ingredients."

Song Jiaci pursed her lips, feeling a little aggrieved: "I just want to make it for you to eat."

"I don't like sweet food." Lin Yan reluctantly took a piece of paper to help him wipe his hands, "Don't do it."

Song Jiaci looked at him blankly, and said, "I will try it one last time, I think it will be successful."

Lin Yan was most afraid of being looked at by this kind of eyes, innocent and sincere, with a bit of stubbornness that could not be rejected, and every time he had no choice but to take someone else.

He reached out and took the phone next to him, swiping the screen, and after reading the steps, he put the egg beater into Song Jiaci's hand: "I said, you do it."

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"Well, good." Song Jiaci nodded obediently, threw the pile of failed products into the trash can next to them, and started again.

With more people helping to watch, it seems that it has become smoother. He strictly follows the weights in the steps, as if doing chemical experiments, and it is accurate to the gram.

Lin Yan complained: "You said that your mind is so fast when you read, why is your housework so ineffective?"

"No one, no one is perfect." Song Jiaci stubbornly defended, "Also, I, I will move forward."

Looking at the cake in the oven, Lin Yanxin said that he had been staring at it all the way, and it should not have been poisoned to death.

While waiting, Song Jiaci cleaned up the soiled countertop, sat obediently on the chair next to him, and watched, for fear of being confused.

Lin Yan sat next to him, leaned back in the chair and asked, "Why do you want to make a cake for me?"

"You, you are good to me, and I want to be good to you too. I am a good, good friend, aren't I?" Song Jiaci looked at him with support.

"Why did you upgrade yourself to be a good friend?"

"Last, last time, you took me home."

"Just take you home. Are your requirements a little low?"

"No, I don't care anyway, that's all."

"You said yes." Lin Yan touched the phone and chatted with Chi Wang in the group.

The oven next to him dinged, and Song Jiaci hurried over, pulling the door with gloves on, and the aroma of cake wafted to his face.

"This, this time looks really good." He brought out the cake, and solemnly poured a slice of cream on it.

Lin Yan just finished sending the message, when he looked up and saw the big lump of color, he was a little suffocated: "...I didn't say cream in the steps."

Song Jiaci said solemnly: "I bought everything, no, don't waste it."

He held the plate of small cakes in front of Lin Yan and said eagerly, "You can try it."

"I don't eat it." What Lin Yan hated the most was creamy food. Originally, he could barely eat two bites of small cakes, but now it looks sticky.

Song Jiaci picked up one and took half a bite, then chewed twice, Amway said, "I tried it, and it really, really isn't bad."

Lin Yan refused again: "No, you can eat it yourself if you like."

Song Jiaci persevered, took a small piece with his finger, dug up a large lump of butter and mixed it, stretched out his hand and sent it to the face.

The kitchen was small, and Lin Yan was afraid of bumping and falling, so he protected his lower back with one hand and tried his best to dodge back.

The two quarreled for a while, but Song Jiaci didn't stabilize, and sat on his lap crookedly.

Lin Yan hadn't reacted yet, so he let the person sit and said with a resisting expression, "I really don't want it, don't do it."

When he spoke, his fingertips had already moved along Zhang's lips, and Song Jiaci had a proud face: "I got it."

When just met, he spoke slowly, didn't dare to lift his head, and was extremely shy.

Now it's better, the more exposed the nature, the reckless provocation relying on himself not to get angry.

Being forcibly fed, Lin Yan narrowed his eyes and said vaguely, "Song Jiaci, are you getting more courageous?"

"Well, is it delicious?" Song Jiaci blinked at him, waiting for praise.

Lin Yan lowered his eyes helplessly, and realized that the children sitting on his body, although they were all male, seemed to be acting a little too intimate and inappropriate.

He raised his eyelids, and was about to make a mouthful to let people go, and when he met the crooked smiling eyes, he moved.

I felt that slender finger hook on my tongue, and a stream of cream quickly melted in my mouth.

Out of nowhere, Lin Yan lightly bit Song Jiaci's fingertip: "It's delicious."

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