Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    It makes sense that account IDs have such a high degree of overlap.

    Fortunately, although this number was bought by Shen Jiayan for help, but after buying it back, she changed her name, so Shen Jiayan should not recognize it, and she has no risk of falling off her horse for the time being.

    However, it may be because there have been more and more psychedelic things since she met Xia Zhiye, so Song Yan quickly became habitually speechless after a brief shock.

    Shen Jiayan, this idiot, is still happily playing cute there: [I only play mid lane, so can you let me play mid lane duck~QAQ]

    Shang Huai: [No problem, you are the mid laner, I am the jungler, we are in the middle of the jungle, the world is invincible]

    Zhou Ziqiu: [I place an order]

    There is no auxiliary word in the dictionary of a lone wolf-type player like Song Yan.

    The rest of Xia Zhiye is good to discuss: [Okay, I will assist]

    As soon as Xia Zhiye finished saying this, Song Yan watched him choose Zhuang Zhou on the fifth floor, and by the way, he also brought a beheading.

    [People are rich and rich]:?

    [Pure and beautiful male high school student]: Opposite Wang Zhaojun, Lanling Wang Baiqi Zhongkui

    [People are rich and rich]: I know, but with weakness

    [Pure and beautiful male high school student]: No

    [People are rich and rich]:?

    [Pure and beautiful male high school student]: Piranha

    [People are rich and rich]:? ?

    Song Yan always felt that she was the most annoying tumor player in team games.

    The style of play is that I am the best in the world of martial arts, what do you like, but because of his good skills, generally the passers-by teammates who are in line are willing to protect him.

    I didn't expect to meet a player who is more malignant than him in Wuheili.

    As the shooter with the shortest legs in the Canyon of Kings, Song Yan was playing Luban, and he didn't see the shadow of Xia Zhiye as an assistant for the first three minutes.

    After the bot lane 1v2 consumed the remaining blood of Yu Ji and Zhong Kui on the opposite side, the fish suddenly appeared mysteriously with the red and blue buffs from the opposite wild area, and then one big move went into the sea and then another beheaded.

    The system broadcasts, Zhuang Zhou doublekill.

    Song couldn't wait to pick up the little Luban's cannon on the screen and put the kun on the grill. He couldn't hold back and clicked on the in-game chat.

    [People are rich and rich]:?

    [Pure and beautiful male high school student]: I'm afraid your output is not enough

    [People are rich and rich]:? ?

    [Pure and beautiful male high school student]: I can win anyway

    You can indeed win, but in the end, the ill-fated fish was wearing a blood-sucking outfit and beheaded, and rushed into the crowd. Basically wiped out.

    After a few teamfights, it was easy to win, and both the gold support and the gold shooter were also in hand.

    The game experience that little Luban had to walk behind a fish with two short legs and run all over the map was really bad.

    Before Song Yan asked Xia Zhiye to accompany him to play, Xia Zhiye played his jungler, Song Yan played his side lanes, each was the king and did not interfere with each other.

    This is the first time to cooperate with each other in the true sense. I didn't expect to be so embarrassed.

    Song Yan felt that if this situation happened again, his friendship with Xia Zhiye would basically come to an end.

    So out of the consideration of world peace, after returning to the room after the game, he said with a cold face: [You guys play, I'm down]

    Shang Huai and Shen Jiayan were basically **** throughout the whole game, and they almost collapsed in the middle.

      Don't go, let me help you

    [People are beautiful, rich and rich]: No, I have something to do tomorrow

    After returning, Song Yan went offline, quit the account of [Renmei Qian Duo Xiao Fu Po], and switched back to his original WeChat account.

    Only saw the message Shen Jiayan sent to him before: [The previous limited skin is back, I gave you a set, you can take a look online]

    It is followed by a link to the game to give a gift.

    Song Yan clicked in.

    The mobile phone screen jumps to the game login interface.

    Click to log in to the WeChat account, and a message will pop up in the friend list as soon as you log in.

    [Pure and beautiful male high school student (Wild)]: Didn't you sleep?

    [No friend (YAN)]: Hmm.

    [Pure and beautiful male high school student (Wild)]: Wuhei, come?

    Fuck.

    Song Yan was about to refuse, but the game invitation popped up directly on the page. Song Yan flicked her fingers and accidentally clicked to accept.

    The moment she entered the game room, Song Yan felt a virtual and real suffocation from Shen Jiayan.

    But this suffocation belongs only to them.

    The three male high school students only feel happy.

    [Sexy and beautiful male high school student]: Tired of brother? do you play too?

    [Cute and beautiful male high school student]: That's all, let's go.

    [Pure and beautiful male high school student]: OK.

    Song Yan didn't have time to refuse, and was forced to enter the ranking interface. Before he refused, Xia Zhiye sent a message: [Brother Yan shooter, I will protect you]

    After that, I chose Cai Wenji.

    Song Yan recalled the game experience of being assisted by Xia Zhiye, and wanted to hang up.

    The other Shen Jiayan also recovered from the huge shock, and privately chatted with Song Yan and sent a WeChat message: [Do you know each other? ? ? ]

    Song Yanqie went out and replied: [Well, classmate]

    Shen Jiayan's head was about to explode at the place separated by a wall: [This world is too magical! ! Dad, please don't betray me! To let them know that I am a man, my name will be gone forever! ]

    Song Yanhui: [You don't have a good name. ]

    Shen Jiayan is going crazy: [Please, Dad, just pretend we don't know each other at all, can you, I'll kowtow to you in the early years! ! ]

    If I knew the shame of today, why would I need a voice changer?

    But Song Yan recalled what she had done, and found that it didn't seem to be much better.

    Thinking of this, Song Yan felt that she needed to save some character to cover her waistcoat, so she rarely spoke easily: [Don't worry, I didn't know you at all]

    Shen Jiayan finally breathed a sigh of relief: [Thank you, father, father's love is like a mountain, I will always thank you]

    After the two exchanged underground information, they switched back to the game, just in time for the whole army to attack.

    It's also playing support, Xia Zhiye didn't turn back this time to run to the opposite jungle to fight against the blue, or even go to the middle to help clear the line, but just sat on a rocking car and shook it. Swing ground closely behind the Marco Polo controlled by Song Yan.

    Wherever Song Yan goes, he will go wherever he goes, and he will not make trouble, leave, or steal people's heads, he will jump on his two short legs and chase after Song Yan's milk, never more than two distances away body position.

    Shang Huai was about to cry at the end of the milk, and opened the wheat directly: "Dad! Don't just stare at Song Yan's milk! He is full of blood! I don't need you! Look behind you. The me with five layers of poison with less than 10% health! I'm your Lan friend!"

    As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yan in the middle road had already killed Arthur who was squatting on him in the grass, but the Di Renjie he was operating also turned into residual blood, and the opposite mid laner Zhuge Liang flashed forward to give him He got a big suit.

    Seeing that Song Yan was about to die, with less health than Di Renjie, Cai Wenji, whose skills were still cooling down, didn't even think about it. The flesh-and-blood body with short short legs lives for him the next Zhuge Liang's big move.

    At the same time, Song Yan took the opportunity to kill Zhuge Liang.

    The remaining three people watched the broadcast news of Cai Wenji's death and Marco Polo's double killing that appeared closely on the screen: "..."

    This operation 6 ah.

    Shang Huai Kaimai: "Who said my Master Xia couldn't play support?"

    Zhou Ziqiu typed: "To the extent that you can directly kill Lu Ban."

    Shen Jiayan's voice changer: "Wow, my assistant brother has a good boyfriend!"

    Xia Zhiye, who has always only communicated by text, also pressed the microphone, and a lazy voice came from the game: "As long as I don't die, our Song Daxi can't die. Don't be envious, don't be jealous , this is a blessing you can't ask for."

    The voice is lazy, with a bit of sloppy laxity.

    Hearing Song Yan's ears heat up, he scolded "idiot" in a low voice.

    This person coaxes the little girl all day long to become addicted?

    In addition, he couldn't catch up with him, and he couldn't chase Cai Wenji away. How could the same person play such a completely different support?

    Is there something wrong with him?

    Just thinking about it, Shen Jiayan's WeChat came in.

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Brother, I think your classmate may have some problems.

    [YAN]: ?

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Do you know how he was an assistant last time?

    [YAN]:.

    [YAN]:…

      transport.

    Song Yan: "…"

    Sure enough, the voice changer can't be turned on. After turning it on too much, people will become gay.

    Song Zhinan commented on Shen Jiayan.

    ·

    Facts have proved that Xia Zhiye is definitely not protecting Song Yan on a whim, but doing it like this.

    To the extent that you can send a review to move China.

    So the next few games of Song Yan had a good time in mind and body, and the super **** mvp, the data was not good enough.

    But tomorrow morning, I have to go to the cemetery in the suburbs, and I have to help Shen Jiayan make papers, so after a few hits, Song Yan went offline.

    He stopped playing, and Xia Zhiye had no interest in playing, so he went offline and switched back to WeChat: [I looked for the table and bed, but I didn't see your tablet, your drawers and cabinets I'm not good at translating]

    Not finding it is inevitable, because the tablet is now lying on Song Yan's left hand, and he was just making an excuse at that time.

    [YAN]: Well, it's fine, I'll go back and look for it myself.

    After the reply, the top of the dialog box switches back and forth between [Wild] and [the other party is typing...], it seems that there is something to say but hesitant.

    This is not Xia Zhiye's style.

    Song Yan just wanted to ask, but the message came [are you happy today]

    A sentence with no beginning and no end is worth struggling for so long?

    Song Yan's fingertips paused slightly, feeling that Xia Zhiye's words meant something, as if he knew that he might be unhappy when he went home for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

    After a while, I felt that I was thinking too much.

    Xia Zhiye should just talk about the game.

    [YAN]: OK.

    [Wild]: It's alright, remember to come back early, Nanwu needs you.

    [YAN]: ?

    [Wild]: Nanwu City is very lonely.

    [YAN]:…

    Stupid.

    Song Yan cursed in her heart, but the corners of her mouth uncontrollably raised a little arc that she did not notice.

    I booked a flight back to Nanwu the next day.

    You can go back early.

    Stop Xia Zhiye's eight-day long vacation and do things that might go astray when he has nothing to do.

    After all, who knows how many good sisters this scumbag has.

    And he really didn't want to stay in Beijing, even if it was his mother's death day, he didn't have any extra emotions.

      clean.

    Only ten months of pregnancy gave me the gratitude of my life.

    "That's fine, at least you don't have to be sad once a year. But don't worry, my mother is your mother. If you need anything after returning to Nanwu, just tell me." Shen Jiayan said while saying Crazy stuffing all kinds of snacks made by mother into Song Yan's suitcase.

    Song Yan took out the pile of things that couldn't pass the security check that he put in: "Okay, instead of worrying about me, you might as well write more questions and let your mother worry less."

    After finishing speaking, she took out a notebook with Shen Jiayan's textbooks and papers, and handed them over together: "The important test sites in the second year of high school and your error-prone questions have been sorted out for you, and the final exam After reading it before, you should still save a life."

    Shen Jiayan took it over, turned a few pages, the ink was still fresh, and at first glance, he had stayed up late yesterday for his wrong questions and textbooks.

    Thinking that Song Yan was still thinking about her own affairs at a time like this, Shen Jiayan's eyes were a little warm, she hugged Song Yan, and her voice choked: "Old Song, you are so kind to me."

    Song Yan thinks this person is probably a fool, and a notebook can deceive him into this.

    Just as she was about to comfort and comfort, Shen Jiayan wiped her tears and raised her chest: "But Lao Song, don't worry, the brothers will not treat you badly. If one day you are **** with your **** If your classmates come out, if your father wants to kill you, you will come to me, and my brother will swear to defend the freedom of your love!"

    “…”

    Song Yan's comforting words disappeared instantly, and he pulled back his notebook indifferently, "You should be beaten to death by your mother."

     "Don't, Lao Song, I'm serious, without you, I definitely wouldn't be able to live this National Day, but it's a pity that you have to go back so early... eh?" Shen Jiayan suddenly thought of something and slapped his forehead , "Although you can't stay in Beijing, I can go to Nanwu with you!"

    Song Yan: "?"

    "I told my mother that you don't have any friends in Nanwu. I will accompany you to play in Nanwu for a few days. By the way, I will ask you to help me with my homework. She will definitely agree, perfect!" Shen After Jiayan finished speaking, he rushed downstairs, and with a sweet greasy voice, "Oh! My youngest and most beautiful mother!"

    Song Yan: "…"

    What this person thinks is one thing.

    And Shen Jiayan's youngest and beautiful mother thought that this fool was an eyesore at home, instead of playing games at home every day, it was better for him to go out with Song Yan, a school tyrant, to gain knowledge, so he just said nothing. Help Shen Jiayan to buy a plane ticket.

    It wasn't until the two of them landed that Song Yan realized how it was settled.

    I haven't told Shen Jiayan that the **** classmate who was **** yesterday was the legendary three-school bully Xia Zhiye.

      .

    I feel exhausted just thinking about it.

    Fortunately, he hadn't told Xia Zhiye that he was back, and he took Shen Jiayan to stay in the hotel for two days, and the two should not meet.

    Shen Jiayan on the other end was also very quick: "Xiaoyan, the hotel is booked, Hilton's suite, two bedrooms, just enough for you and me to live together."

    "Well, let's go."

    Song Yan stopped a taxi and got into the car with her luggage.

    The night of Nanwu is far more beautiful and interesting than its daytime. Vehicles are speeding by on the elevated, and the neon lights on both sides are pulled out of gorgeous light strips, responding to the noisy fireworks of the night market. Makes for a lively night.

    Arrived at the entrance of the hotel, got out of the car, Shen Jiayan smelled the smell of hot pot coming from nowhere, and said "fuck it": "It's delicious! Xiaoyan, let's go eat hot pot later. Bar!"

    Song Yan was playing with her phone without raising her head: "As you wish."

    He is tall and has long legs and walks very fast, Shen Jiayan is a little hard to follow with a large bag: "You walk slowly, wait for me, and there is a glass door in front of you, look road!"

    Thanks to Shen Jiayan's reminder, Song Yan didn't bump into it, but she didn't slow down.

    Shen Jiayan was out of breath and complained, "Who are you chatting with? Don't look at the road."

    Song Yan replied casually: "Xia Zhiye."

    "Who?"

    Shen Jiayan raised her tone, as if she suspected that she was listening wrong.

    In order to prevent Shen Jiayan from worrying, Song Yan never told him that the legendary bad boy Xia Zhiye was his roommate and tablemate.

    But since the two have played games together, it's time to correct Shen Jiayan's misunderstanding of Xia Zhiye.

    So he added: "Xia Zhiye, my roommate, was the assistant last night."

    "???" Shen Jiayan felt bad when she heard this, "You mean last night's assistant was Xia Zhiye?!"

    "Hmm."

      A sea king scumbag with a girlfriend, Xia Zhiye???"

    It is not difficult to hear the collapse of Shen Jiayan's belief in his tone.

    Song Yan didn't know how to answer.

    It's true to some extent, but not all.

     Carrying her luggage, she paused in her footsteps, and said in a tone that was almost suspicious of life: "So, the handsome guy who you said he hated on WeChat last night was also Xia Zhiye?"

    Song Yan: "Yeah."

    Shen Jiayan: "That's over."

    "?" Song Yan didn't understand these two words, and stopped to look back, "What happened?"

    Shen Jiayan stood where he was, raised his arm, and pointed behind him: "Because there is a man who looks exactly like that handsome man."

    "?"

    "And I've been standing there watching you for a long, long time."

    “??”

    Song Yan followed Shen Jiayan's line of sight and turned her head back, and then she saw under the light of the hotel lobby, a tall handsome man with long legs, long eyebrows, deep eyes and a small mole on the tip of his nose, Bizheng's hands He stood lazily against the wall with his pockets in.

    After meeting Song Yan's gaze, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked. With the most slack smile, she threw out three rhetorical questions that directly hit the soul: "Sea King? Scumbag. ?Very annoying?"

    “…”

    At that moment, Song Yan was thinking, don't make it small, can it be coated with flour and fried until golden brown.

    The author has something to say:  Xiao Shen: The tool man sheds tears

    This article is about to go down the road of no return:

    Xiao Shen lost, Xiao Shen lost, Xiao Shen lost Xiao Song.

    Xiao Song dropped, Xiao Song dropped, Xiao Song dropped Xiao Xia.

    Xiao Xia fell, Xiao Xia fell, and Xiao Xia was raped after she fell.