Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Song Yan paused for a while before asking, "You already knew?"

    "Well, I knew that."

    Xia Zhiye answered naturally.

    Song Yan didn't know what to say for a while to make herself less strange.

    In fact, when he saw this scene, he did not have any rejection or discomfort, only a guilty conscience for no reason, not like breaking someone else's secret, but like breaking his own secret, But he couldn't figure out how to feel this guilty feeling.

    He has a guilty conscience.

    But Xia Zhiye lowered his head and looked at him seriously, as if trying to see something, causing a thin layer of sweat to ooze out of his palms unconsciously, feeling uncomfortable anywhere.

    Fortunately, Xiaopang's squeaking voice saved him in time: "Brother Yan, Master Xia, what are you doing! The direction is wrong! This way!"

    Song Yancai suddenly returned to his senses, and pushed Xia Zhiye away with a cold face: "Get out of the way, in broad daylight, don't pull."

    "So at night?"

    Xia Zhiye raised an eyebrow.

    Song Yan: "…"

    What a **** logic genius.

    He kicked Xia Zhiye away mercilessly and walked back to the crowd.

    The girl was standing in the crowd just now, and it seemed that she offered to lead the way, but her eyes kept falling on Xia Zhiye, and when he approached, she whispered: " haven't seen you for a long time."

    Xia Zhiye nodded slightly to show the most basic courtesy, then hooked Song Yan's neck and led him to the basketball hall.

    The girl was not embarrassed, so she walked side by side with Kong Xiaoxiao slowly.

      I can't think of a more embarrassing situation to meet with an ex."

    Zhou Ziqiu simply spit out two words: "No."

    Little Fatty asked: "What's the situation?"

    Zhou Ziqiu: "I don't know."

    "?" Xiaopang didn't understand, "You don't even know how can you be sure?"

    "Xia Zhiye said no, no."

    After Zhou Ziqiu finished speaking, he turned up the volume of the headphones by three bars in front of Xiao Chuan, and it was obvious that he did not want to gossip.

    Is he the only one in the world who cares about this?

    Aren't you gossiping?

    This kind of heart-wrenching was replaced by the grief and anger after seeing the gap between the school and the school until the basketball hall.

    No.3 Middle School also has an art building and a basketball hall, but both the rubber floor and the basketball stand are a bit old, not to mention that the basketball hall also has a constant temperature system and spacious changing rooms Room and shower with 24-hour hot water.

    "Today is also a day of anger for the inclination of educational resources." Xiaopang was saddened.

    A chuckle came from the door.

      In front of Zhiye: "Xia Shen, long time no see."

    The name of Xia Shen was left over from the junior high school.

    At that time, Xia Zhiye was already 1.8 meters tall, standing out among a group of radish heads that had not grown very much. In addition, he played basketball well and played some musical instruments. Every day in class and sleep, the grades can be stabilized in the top three of the grade. This name was spread.

    But obviously the boy called "Summer God" is not out of respect and worship, but more of a mockery.

    Xia Zhiye didn't want to pay attention to him, so he jumped on the spot, hit a three-pointer, and then looked at Song Yan: "Let's go, go and change your clothes."

    Others in the third middle school followed suit, all with their heads raised, their nostrils turned upwards, humming and walking past the boy without looking sideways.

    Deliberately ignoring the provocative gesture so that the outsider boy couldn't help but blurt out a curse: "Fake a fart and call you Xia Shen, I really forgot what I am, and I've been scolded by After being persuaded to withdraw, there is still a face..."

    "Chen Rui, stop talking!"

    The girl who was waiting quietly by the side couldn't help but stop.

    Chen Rui turned back in shock: "Jiang Yuanyuan, do you still speak for this kind of scum?"

    "I said it all, please stop it! Don't you understand!"

    The girl is obviously usually a very well-bred and gentle person, but now she involuntarily increased her tone because she was anxious to stop it.

    Chen Rui thought he was standing up for her, but he was inexplicably beaten and stunned, but he didn't want the girls to come off the stage in public, so he could only hold back: "Okay, I will too. Don't be too lazy to talk nonsense with such people, see the real chapter on the court."

    After he finished speaking, he said to the rest of the basketball team: "I played well in the training game tonight, and the lessons that should be taught to that scum must be solid enough, did you hear me? !"

    "I heard!"

    A group of reckless men, swearing.

    Jiang Yuanyuan glanced at the expressions of these big men who were filled with righteous indignation to eliminate evil for the people. She was speechless and anxious. , turned around and walked quickly to the men's locker room.

    ·

    The murderousness in the locker room is no less than the outside.

    Little chubby can't do anything, and the first one is angry: "What kind of thing is that person! Why do you say that our Lord Xia is a scum?! Is our Lord Xia a bad character? Yes? Scum? Is it scum? Is it a beast? Come on, say it!"

     Chubby handed out the microphone.

    Party One: "Of course not!"

    Party No. 2: "Of course not!"

    Party No. 3: "Of course not!"

    Player No. 4: "It's hard to say."

    "?"

    Little Fatty looked at the fourth player named Song Mingyan: "Brother Yan, you can't help but support Master Xia at this time, don't you know who Master Xia is?"

    Song Yan opened the storage box with a blank face: "Know the person, know the face, but not the heart."

    “…”

    I know what I know.

    Xia Zhiye couldn't help but turn to look over: "Brother Yan, do you have any conscience?"

    Song Yan was unmoved, put her bag in the locker, carried her jersey, and turned around: "Please let me go, I'll change clothes."

    Xia Zhiye turned around at the same angle, and looked at the ragged moth behind him: "Do you hear me, let me change my clothes."

    Little Fatty didn't understand: "It's not enough for the two of you to change clothes."

    "Not enough. I'm thin-skinned, and I'm shy when you look at me, so please go to the next door."

    Everyone: "...?"

    You, Xia Zhiye, have a thin skin?

    The corners of the city walls are not allowed.

    Everyone was planning to resist, Zhou Ziqiu got up first: "I suggest you go next door with me."

    "Why?"

    "If you're not afraid of getting hurt in a fight later."

    “…”

    Thinking about the unharmonious atmosphere of the two big brothers since they entered the school gate and their combat effectiveness, everyone silently picked up their clothes, moved the venue, and brought them to the door with great interest.

    Xia Zhiye folded his arms and leaned on the locker, looked down at Song Yan, and whispered, "Now you can ask."

    Song Yan slumped: "Nothing to ask."

    Xia Zhiye: "Are you sure?"

    Song Yan: "Yeah."

    "What is the relationship between me and that girl?"

    “…”

    Knowing silence.

    Xia Zhiye couldn't help laughing: "If you want to ask, just ask, I promise to know everything and say everything."

    From a rational point of view, Song Yanzhen felt that there was nothing to ask.

    Xia Zhiye's previous grievances and grievances, if he wants to tell himself, he tells himself, if he doesn't want to tell himself, he pulls it down. Anyway, he believes in Xia Zhiye's character, and he can't affect their relationship.

    As for the relationship between Xia Zhiye and that girl...

    Love is what a relationship is.

    What does it have to do with him.

    Song Yan felt that she was thinking too much.

    However, a soft female voice came from the door: "Is there anyone? Is Xia Zhiye here?"

    Song Yan's not-so-good-looking complexion instantly froze and froze, and pushed Xia Zhiye: "Get out of the way, your **** is looking for you."

    Xia Zhiye was blocking the way, not moving at all, but raised her eyebrows slightly: "Who told you that she is my angel?"

    No one told.

    He made it out of Xiao Chuan's gossip.

    But if she's not an angel.

    How many good sisters and sisters does Xia Zhiye have?

    The more she thought about it, the more annoyed Song Yan felt, and a nameless fire ignited. She simply didn't bother to talk nonsense with Xia Zhiye, she turned around, faced the cabinet, put her hands on the hem of her sweater, and lifted it up , took it off, and threw it on the seat cushion.

    Xia Zhiye didn't expect such a good thing, leaning on the cabinet door, his eyes focused, he looked at it with great interest, and he was generous.

    Song Yan originally thought that it was okay for a man to take off his clothes in front of a man, but for some reason, he inexplicably remembered the scene in the bamboo forest path just now.

    So he put down the hem of his clothes, turned around, and looked at Xia Zhiye: "It looks good?"

    Xia Zhiye nodded: "Well, it looks good."

    Good looking sir.

    Song Yan couldn't hold back, grabbed Xia Zhiye's neckline with one hand, and squeezed a fist with the other and smashed it at Xia Zhiye.

    Xia Zhiye stepped back and was directly pushed against the cabinet door, while Song Yan's punch seemed to hit Xia Zhiye straight, but it actually hit the cabinet behind him Door.

    It hurts so much.

    Fortunately, Xia Zhiye was quick-witted, caught his fist and raised his eyebrows innocently: "Why are you angry again? Everyone is a man, what's wrong with taking a look?"

    "Everyone is a man, and you have what I have, so what's so beautiful?"

    “Which high school boy doesn’t compare his abs with each other?”

    “…”

    It makes sense.

    "Or..." Xia Zhiye lowered his voice, "You were influenced by Qin Zigui and the others, so do you mind?"

    Hearing this, Song Yan didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "You're only being influenced by the motherfucker."

    As if afraid of someone misunderstanding.

    Generally speaking, the more guilty you are, the faster you will deny it.

    Xia Zhiye suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth: "That's it, there is such a big dressing room, you change it for you, I change it for me, why are you beating me?"

    Speak frankly and confidently.

    Song Yan: "…"

    Yes.

    He's straight anyway, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

    Thinking about it, she pulled her fists back, put her hands on the hem of the T-shirt again, and lifted it up.

    The door of the locker room opened with a creak just as it was half-flipped, and Xia Zhiye grabbed Song Yan almost instinctively, trying to protect him behind him.

    However, Song Yan also struggled instinctively, so Xia Zhiye dragged Song Yan and pressed him against the cabinet door. There was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

    The chubby people who just opened the door stared blankly at the locker room where no one had changed their clothes after five minutes.

    One of the bosses whose clothes were obviously pulled tightly pressed the other boss against the door of the cabinet, and an innocent sweater was scattered on the ground. It was torn off, and the T-shirt on his body had also been lifted.

    Song Yan: "…"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    People at the door: "…"

    After three seconds of silence.

    bang—

    The door was re-took.

    Immediately, Xiao Chuan's voice of grief was heard: "Hold it up! You must help them cover the cabinet door!"