Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

, so gege, you don’t need to find me these next few days]

Xia Zhiye could already imagine a certain someone in the bottom bunk gritting his teeth with red ears as he said ‘Don’t fucking look for me’.

Thus he gently laughed, then replied with: [Fine]

It really was nearing midterm season, and after exams were done, then it would be the sports competition and the basketball competition.
So not only did he have to busy himself with studying, he also had to prepare for basketball training.
He really was quite busy, so he temporarily let the other off.

Anyway, the actual person was right under him, and he couldn’t escape.
In the future, there will be more opportunities.

Also, Song Yan really was busy studying.

He already self-studied the basic knowledge for second years, and for STEM subjects, other than the last two big problems, he could guarantee 100% that he wouldn’t lose points.

However, the teaching staff and student base at NanWu’s No.3 Middle High was poor.
The difficult points and test questions for each subject to pull apart the outstanding students from those in the middle wouldn’t be discussed systematically.

After asking the teacher twice, they were only able to explain the question without a clear train of thought, training, or summarization.

So Song Yan basically could only rely on himself.

He bought a workbook himself, found questions online, did them himself, reviewed them himself, categorized the questions he got wrong himself, then organized the error-prone knowledge points and problem solving.
After all this busywork, he also had no time to think about anything else.

Just that Song Yan preferred the quiet, and the classroom during the day was too noisy, so he usually studied alone in the dorms at night.

Then during the day, hearing the teacher explain the basic knowledge that he didn’t need to listen to at all, he grew persistently sleepy.

So every time little fatty and Zhao Ruiwen turned around, they could only see the back of someone’s head as they laid across the table, and they couldn’t help but lament and denounce: “Yan ge, you can’t be like this, you’re the no.2 seed of our grade.
If you continue to fall from grace, our No.3 Middle High will once again be crushed by ShiWai!”

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The no.2 seed didn’t even raise his head, and only raised his hand to slap the other with a notebook.

Little fatty nimbly avoided it, and looked at the neighboring no.1 seed: “Lord Xia, you should control him.
Last time, the situation with Liu Yue made such a big fuss at the flag raising ceremony.
If he doesn’t test well this time, Liu Deqing will definitely come to trouble you.”

Xia Zhiye quickly completed problems while lazily replying with: “You think I can control him?”

Little fatty and Zhao Ruiwen thought of the daily life of Xia Zhiye being beaten every day, then still having to coax others after being beaten: “……”

Seems like he really can’t.

“Then what should we do.”

Little fatty was nearly worried to death.

Xia Zhiye was both clearheaded and ruthless: “Why does a person with a math score of 74 have to worry about what a person with a math score of 148 is going to do.”

“……”

A kill without shedding blood.

Little fatty: “Sorry, I’ve bothered you.”

So in full view, Song Yan slept straight through the afternoon, until school ended.

Xia Zhiye pushed the dinner he bought over to the other: “After eating and resting for a bit, let’s go to the basketball court, mainly to practice our teamwork first.”

“Mm.”

Song Yan replied listlessly.

He opened the lunch box, glanced at the pig liver and celery, then frowned with disgust and gave it all to Xia Zhiye.

Xia Zhiye stared at the little mountain piled high in front of him, and raised his eyebrows: “You’re not eating it?”

Song Yan just woke up, didn’t think too much, and only coldly ‘mm’ed: “It tastes too heavy, I feel sick after eating it.”

“……”

So Song Yan didn’t like eating pig liver?

Then how come he bought a huge packed container of pig liver the second night he was at the dorms?

Xia Zhiye just wanted to ask when someone at the door called him: “Classmate Xia Zhiye, can I bother you to come out for a bit?”

The two heard the sound and raised their heads, and found it was a girl they weren’t too familiar with.
She was delicate, fair, and refined, and smiled bashfully at Xia Zhiye.

Song Yan asked: “Who is it?”

Xia Zhiye: “I think I’ve met her before, but I don’t remember.”

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“Hmph, scumbag.”

“?”

Once Song Yan saw the girl hugging something in her arms, he could probably guess as to what it was all about.
He coldly lowered his head and continued eating his dinner.

Due to his manners and upbringing, Xia Zhiye had no choice but to put down his chopsticks, and stand up to walk towards the girl: “What’s up?”

“Um……” The girl seemed a bit embarrassed.
She lowered her head, and her voice, “I heard that your basketball team is resuming training, and there’s a competition next month, so……”

The girl held a shoebox in her hands, and handed it over to Xia Zhiye: “I hope you like it.”

Her lips were pursed tightly, and her eyebrows and eyes drooped while trembling slightly.

Actually, she was a very cute girl.

But Xia Zhiye simply courteously and politely replied with: “Thank you for your good intentions, but it’s not suitable.”

The girl promptly rebutted: “It is suitable, I specially went to find Zhou Ziqiu to ask your shoe size and your preferences, he said……”

“That’s not what I meant when I said it’s not suitable.” Xia Zhiye pupil swept towards the corner of his eye, and glanced at a certain someone who was picking at his food with disgust at the back of the classroom, and the corner of his lips raised with a smile.

Then he turned back around, “It’s because I already accepted someone else’s shoe.”

His tone of voice was rarely this serious.

The implication was self-evident.

The girl lightly bit her lower lip, and probingly asked: “Is it the pair with no owner that you left in the lost and found office the other day?”

Xia Zhiye nodded: “Yeah.”

He just finished speaking when the girl immediately exposed a bright smile: “That’s great! So can I bother you to give this to Song Yan!”

After she said this, she put away the shoe box, then as if conjuring something out of nowhere, she pulled out a delicate, pink box from behind her back and stuffed it into Xia Zhiye’s hand.
Then without waiting for him to reject her, she ran away screaming ‘Ahhhhhh’.

While running, she also didn’t forget to announce the good news to her sisters: [Good news! Xia Zhiye accepted the pair of shoes that someone sent to him the other day! He and Song Yan aren’t a pair!!! Us iYAN1 girls still have a chance!!!]

Xia Zhiye, who had been left behind, hugged a gift box that appeared out of nowhere, and stood at the doorway of the classroom in a slight daze.

So could it be that he was actually just a tool man?

Ever since he was young, Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu helped others send him gifts.
This was the first time that he helped others send a gift to someone else.

Looks like his Song Daxi really was very charming.

Xia Zhiye lightly grit his molars, and felt as if he had to strike first to gain the upper hand.

notes:

1.
iYAN was written originally in english.
It’s also a pun as i sounds like the character for love (爱, ai) so it literally means love YAN.