Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

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

    Then I looked at the two large 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 put it lightly: "The whole class has it."

    Xiao Pang and Zhao Ruiwen immediately picked up a box each: "Okay, thank you Dad."

    When all the milk tea was distributed, Song Yan was full of descendants, but there was no Xia Zhiye in the descendants.

    "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, so he followed. He should have gone to the cafeteria on the third floor with him to eat."

    “…”

    It's over.

    Recalling the miserable experience of the two people in the cold war for a long time, Xiaopang hurriedly covered the man's mouth: "What nonsense, is our wild brother this kind of person? Can the milk tea taste as good as the one that our geek bought? It's a joke."

    Then hurriedly turned her head to look at Song Yan: "Brother Yan, you have to believe Brother Ye, he must be still in the playground, or I'll 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 speaking, she picked up her jacket and walked out of the cafeteria.

    Little Fatty hurriedly stopped him: "Brother Yan, where are you going?"

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

    "?"

    And takeaway?

    Is Song Yan intending to drive the GDP development of the surrounding area of ​​Nanwu No. 3 Middle School by himself?

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

    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)*1388 yuan]

    [Caviar Steamed Egg*1198RMB]

    [Small roasted wagyu beef*1588 yuan]

    [Fie Gras Hand Roll*2136RMB]

    [Total: $1310]

    “…”

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

    Brother Yan's love is really not something that mortals like him can afford.

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

    It really is a wolf-like age.

    Little Fatty clicked his tongue twice, seemingly filled with emotion.

    Xia Zhiye did follow Lin Yiling, but not for dinner, nor did she accept the milk tea she sent.

    Just because Lin Yiling was the former head of the education department of the student union, she was familiar with the people in the education department, so please communicate with the secretary of the education department and move the women's 800 meters to the men's one Thousands of meters in front, so that inside and outside can set aside about thirty or forty minutes to adjust and 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, plus 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 her sister's invitation to eat in the cafeteria on the third floor, and went to the cafeteria on the second floor by herself.

    However, because it came too late, the food in the cafeteria on the second floor had already 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 seemed that someone The 21-day cold treatment plan was so cold that he didn't even want to make a meal for himself.

    Small and 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, Xiao Chuan was sitting in the corner holding a bag very preciously and waving at him.

    Go 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.

    Xia Zhiye's lips instantly brought up a smile.

    I took the bag and saw the double cheese on the receipt and the milk tea, and the smile on the corners of my lips deepened.

    He said why when he came over just now, he saw a group of people holding a cup of tea. It turned out that some little Aojiao wanted to buy it for themselves, but they couldn't be ashamed to only buy it for themselves, so it was cheap The muggles.

    And it's not that I don't help myself to make meals, it's just that I feel bad for myself today, so I bought a good tonic for myself.

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

    Before, I was drunk and coquettishly crying, saying that I had no money, I couldn’t even dry clean my clothes, and I couldn’t even eat foie gras. stand up.

    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?

    However, if you lose your family, you will lose your family. What's wrong with such a good boyfriend who is a loser? It's not that 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.

    Little Fatty sighed as he watched Xia Zhiye staring at the Japanese food and the cup of milk tea with a pampering and indulgent smile.

    It's over.

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

    Maybe this is the hero sad beauty pass.

    But the hero is still a hero even if he is a beauty.

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

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

    So when I accompany Xia Zhiye to finish the meal and then go back to the starting point of the 3000-meter track, the chubby stretched out his hand and grabbed Xia Zhiye's waistband.

    "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 bit dirty."

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

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

    "I hate brother."

    "Hey!"

    Having this sentence, the chubby chubby tucked the black T-shirt of the most handsome classmate Xia Zhiye into the gray sweatpants, and then raised the pants to the waist, Pinch the two ends of the bungee cord and pull it hard, making a tight knot.

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

    However, it still cannot hide the rustic look of this shape.

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

    Then at the same time, they turned their heads and moved in the other direction, waving the gas stick in their hands and shouting loudly: "Zhou Ziqiu is the most handsome! Come on Zhou Ziqiu! Zhou Ziqiu, you are the best! "

     Defection was very morally stressful.

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

    "You don't understand."

    Xia Zhiye's tone had inexplicably brought the pride of a married person.

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

    There is no shadow of Xia Zhiye's tree on the playground and 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, who is talking bad about him.

    But he is indeed basking in the sun.

    The shop that ordered takeaway this time is quite far away from No. 3 Middle School, and it is still running errands for delivery. It happens that the delivery staff is not familiar with the terrain of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School. The terrain is also one of the most magical terrains in the entire Nanwu.

    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.

    I waited at the gate of the school for a full hour. 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", clicked praise.

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

    Although she was walking very fast, she was still a step too late. By the time they got to the playground, the three-kilometer long-distance race was drawing to a close.

    Standing behind the crowd, I saw Xia Zhiye leading the way from a distance, rushing across the finish line, receiving the cheers and baptism of the crowd, dazzling and eye-catching in the crowd.

    However, this waistband is too earthy.

    Song Yan did not expect that Xia Zhiye would actually like it, and looking at Xia Zhiye's action of leaning over his knees and panting for breath, the style of dressing became more and more strange, Song Yan couldn't help but evoked a little corners of lips.

    The result was sooner or later, just as Song Yan raised the corner of his lips, Xia Zhiye seemed to sense something and looked up in his direction.

    The eyes met, and after a brief pause, Song Yan hurriedly put her fist against the tip of her nose, kept her head down, coughed twice, and tried to hide the past.

    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 gap of the crowd.

    It's not surprising at all.

    Little Fatty sighed silently, and walked over very consciously: "Brother Yan, do you need me to help 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 watch and eat."

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

    Have this heart, and be willing to contribute, obviously I care a lot, so why not pretend to be a cold war.

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

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

    But apart from Xiaopang and Xia Zhiye, he is not too familiar with the rest of the first group, and the second group of games has already started, everyone has to watch the game, he can't drive this Make trouble for others.

    Can only walk to Xia Zhiye 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: "I hate brother, I can't screw it."

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

    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 she raised her fist, Xia Zhiye blinked: "I have to run a thousand meters after running three kilometers, so tired."

    Song Yan: "…"

    Grass.

    Why he can always be kidnapped by Xia Zhiye morality.

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

    Song Yan: "???"

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

    Before he sold out, Song Yan put 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 you make it sweet?

    This is the taste of RMB.

    Song Yan relied on her guilt, guilt and a hint of distress to suppress her original urge to beat someone, and fed Xia Zhiye a banana with a dark face.

    Then stood on the spot, motionless, as if waiting to see what else this delicate third high school bully could do.

    If you get angry like this and don't scold others, it seems that someone is still very angry, and if you don't talk to yourself for three days, then you don't talk to yourself for three days.

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

    So Xia Zhiye decided to give in first: "Okay, bro, I'm wrong, don't talk to me, okay? Really not, bro?

    Xia Zhiye called all the nasty names, but it didn't help, Song Yan just zipped up her coat to hide her chin, and then buckled down the brim of her hat to cover her eyes , and then remained motionless and said nothing.

    Really very strong.

    "You're 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 grade of high school come to the rostrum to register and learn about the competition, don't linger, don't be late."

    So I had to give up.

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

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

    What happened in a few days?

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

    Song Yan suddenly realized that he did not often take the initiative to ask Xia Zhiye about things that Xia Zhiye did not 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 anxiety about unknown events.

    Sit lazily in the first row of the stands, with her hair down and dazed, which is incompatible with the aura of the whole enthusiastic sports field.

    Kong Xiaoxiao, who was chasing strong men everywhere, saw him at a glance, busy, rushing up and grabbing his arm: "Brother Yan, the party and the people are trying to give you a glorious mission , are you willing to accept it?"

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

    Kong Xiaoxiao solemnly said: "Read the script."

    “…”

    Thinking of the idiot sitting on the podium holding the microphone and reading those very pretentious cheering manuscripts, Song Yan regained her 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, bro, you are worthy! No one else is worthy even except you!"

    Song Yan: "?"

    "Can the whole grade still 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 idle than you?!"

    “…”

    No.

    Three souls, Song Yan had no power to refute.

    And because of too strong a sense of morality, I fell into the silent silence of guilt that caused others' workload to increase because of my own injury.

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

    Looking at the gloomy 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 heavier accents, 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 exceptional standard for Mandarin, and also Extraordinarily emotionless.

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

    The cheering words that were originally cadenced, impassioned and **** became supernatural and terrifying.

    The director of the Education Department 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 no expression: "Well, but it is already the beginning of winter."

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

    After speaking, she rubbed against Song Yan, turned off the Mai, and whispered, "Brother Yan, can you have a little 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 to run!"

    Kong Xiaoxiao was instantly inspired and stretched out her finger: "Come on, Brother Yan, do you look in my direction, see Master Xia, feel the kind of person who wants to cheer for him Are you in the mood? If you feel it, read the cheering script out loud with that emotion!"

    Song Yan looked over.

    Xia Zhiye, who has just rested for more than half an hour, seems to have recovered his strength and has no problem with the start, but his speed is much slower than the previous crushing advantage, which is almost stable in the first place The fifth and sixth positions maintain a long distance from the top three.

    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 recovery is, he is still worse than other runners who have enough rest, so it is not realistic to get the first place, but Save your strength now, and wait until the final sprint to fight hard, be in the top three, and get more than eight points is not hopeless.

    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 a refueling script: "Come, come, take advantage of the mood, and give it a shot."

    Homeopathy opened the wheat.

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

    "Xia Zhiye, a classmate of the second and first class of senior high school, you have your perfect body with wide shoulders and narrow waist on the high jump field, your unparalleled perfect long legs on the track arena, and you are melodious among the cheers The ultimate perfect name, but in the face of a long journey, you who are so perfect choose to let sweat wet your shirt, let fatigue sweep your body, still never give up or give up, fight bravely, and persevere to the end, just because you have a firm goal. And faith, just for Song..."

    Rejoice?

    In the middle of Song, Song Yan gritted her teeth, then ignoring the content on the paper, without pausing to make up: "Give the second and first class a supreme honor, so work hard Well, we will always cry for you."

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

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

    “…”

    Song Yan gritted her teeth.

    He said how the handwriting is so familiar.

    He said that the good-looking Xia Zhiye asked him to come up and read some cheers.

    As expected of Xia Zhiye, the master of the literary world, the fox demon who has practiced for a thousand years and has not bathed is not as showy as him.

    Song Yangang was about to leave, but when she got up, she saw that Xia Zhiye, who had already run a lap and a half, had fallen behind to the eighth and ninth place.

    The footsteps are heavy and heavy, and the head is lowered, the chest and back are undulating violently, it seems that it is indeed very uncomfortable because of the exhaustion of natural strength.

    At that moment, Song Yan was so nervous, she wanted to go up and pull Xia Zhiye to stop him from running.

    However, he knows Xia Zhiye. He is a person who has made a promise 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, picked up Mai, pretended to look at a blank piece of paper in front of her, and read: "Xia Zhiye, class 2, 1, no matter what. Whether you can get a good ranking, can you get back high points for the class, you are the most responsible and committed man in my heart, so don't be afraid, don't worry, don't force, no matter what you are, you He will always be the best Xia Zhiye in the Nanwu No. 3 middle school."

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

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

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

    It's not like telling lies.

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

    No one else noticed anything unusual.

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

    Who else would write this kind of cheering draft except Song Yan?

    It seems that no matter how strong someone 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, did not exert his strength, and accelerated, sprinted, and chased forward as far as he could with the last three hundred meters remaining.

    In just over 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 promising Song Yan, and the top three will get eight points.

    But there is still a long way to go with the third place, and his own strength is already not enough, the speed increase just now consumes a lot of energy, and the muscles all over the body are sore and tired Not like myself, every breath hurts my chest.

    The top four have already reached the last corner. If there is no overtake here, Xia Zhiye has basically bid farewell to the top three.

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

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

    Song Yan stood on the podium and 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 , let that group of people stop shouting.

    But he didn't.

    Because Xia Zhiye would not like this kind of treatment.

    So he didn't care about the way of pranking with Xia Zhiye for three days. He picked up a loudspeaker on the podium and jumped off the podium.

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

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

    When he finally passed the third place and crossed the finish line, he braced his knees and gasped violently, then looked up at Song Yan and smiled: "What should I do, I'm not this time first."

    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.

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