Nowadays the way all pretty and cool brothers express concern is this special?
When Xia Zhiye returned to the dorm, a full container of stir-fried pig liver was placed on his desk, still warm and steaming.
He lowered his head to look at the red-brown pig liver, then raised his head to look at the cold and pale Song Yan.
He felt that these two things shouldnât appear at the same time.
After all, Song Yan looked like a fairy, even if he fasted it wouldnât be strange. But how could he like this kind of food?
Also before, was this dish even on the table?
How come he couldnât remember.
Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan.
Song Yan sat in his seat working on worksheets, with his earbuds stuffed into his ears, and without even raising his head: âAfter youâre done eating, remember to clean up.â
The eldest young master was usually taciturn, but spoke quite easily when it came to ordering someone around.
Xia Zhiye lowered his head and laughed, then pulled aside his chair to sit.
He actually didnât really like eating pig liver, but fortunately he was raised roughly, and wasnât picky.
After he unhurriedly finished eating, he obediently followed Song Yanâs instructions and tidied up the takeout containers, then discovered a thick stack of A4 papers placed on his desk.
The printing was neatly done, the binding was delicate, and the cover even had three characters written on it â Xia Zhiye.
The strokes were sharp, and the structure was clear and distinct.
Compared with Song Yan, they were exactly alike in beauty.
Xia Zhiyeâs fingertips tapped on it twice: âWhatâs this.â
Song Yanâs head remained lowered: âBasic foundational knowledge and error prone questions.â
Xia Zhiye couldnât understand: âWhy give it to me?â
Song Yan: âYou donât have to rush to read the book I gave before, first finish reading this book.â
Xia Zhiye: â?â
Sensing Xia Zhiyeâs still confused look, Song Yan finally looked up, raised his eyes, and impatiently replied: âDidnât Ruan Tian say to help tutor each other?â
She did say that, butâ¦â¦
Xia Zhiye considered it for a bit, then cautiously said: âWhen tutoring each other, isnât it usually the outstanding student who helps out the student that canât keep up?â
âOr else?â
ââ¦â¦â
After a short period of silence, Xia Zhiye seemed to have understood something, then lowered his head and laughed: âFine, Iâll study it properly, rest assured.â
When he laughed his eyes squinted slightly, as if he found something that was both interesting and cute, and when he laughed Song Yan felt strange inside.
But this personâs brain already had some problems, and Song Yan was too lazy to care. He indifferently lowered his head and continued working on his worksheets.
The materials he gave Xia Zhiye, as long as Xia Zhiye completed about 50 to 60% of it in the next few days, then improving by a large margin shouldnât be a problem.
If he obtained the most-improved award through dumb luck, for the time being, he wouldnât have to accept the employment of âa rich couple seeking son,â and this could be considered as him returning the favor.
Once he thought up to here, Song Yan removed his earbuds, then raised his head again, and turned to look at Xia Zhiye who was preparing to leave and throw out the trash: âHave you watched âLove for Life1â?â
Xia Zhiye carried the trash bag and turned around: âSeen it. What about it?â
âDo you remember how they got AIDS?â
âSelling blood. What about it?â
âNothing, just as long as you remember.â
â?â
After he finished speaking, he put on his earbuds again, and continued to work on exam questions, wearing a cool expression saying âeven if the sky falls down, donât bother me.â
Xia Zhiye, still holding the garbage bag and who was ignored, stood at the entrance to the dorm, and watched this new roommateâs perfect profile, and couldnât help but raise his eyebrows.
Nowadays the way all pretty and cool brothers express concern is this special?
Although he didnât know if all pretty and cool brothers expressed concern in such a special way, but in any case, the way they attend school is pretty special.
Xia Zhiye took his cold medicine, and slept deeply at night. He didnât walk into the wrong bed, and Song Yan also slept through the night with no issues.
When he woke in the morning, a faint shade of porcelain blue appeared on his lower eyelids, contrasting with his cold and pale skin, and his dispirited expression became even more obvious.
He had on a big, black face mask, and wore a deathly expression of âfacing deathâ while seated on that pink bicycle. Added to the fact that he was riding with No.3 Middle Highâs little tyrant, riding along the short path from the dormitoryâs entrance to the school gate attracted the attention of those walking by.
When he shouldâve slowed down, Xia Zhiye didnât slow down, and the bicycle jolted. Song Yan followed the force of inertia and had to lean forward to embrace Xia Zhiyeâs waist, and the surrounding girls immediately sucked in a breath of cold air one by one. They subsequently began covering their mouths and whispered amongst themselves, and even carried a strange smile.
âIs there something wrong with the brains of the people at your school.â
Song Yan was supported by Xia Zhiye all the way to his seat, noticed the strange smiles all throughout, and couldnât help asking.
Xia Zhiye also didnât know what was wrong with those girls, and easily and narcissitically thought it was because his and Song Yanâs combined attractiveness was excessive and universally shocking, which had given rise to this effect: âCanât help it, weâre too handsome.â
He handed over the breakfast that Shang Huai had helped bring, and conveniently corrected his previous sentence: âAlso, you should remember, itâs âourâ school, not âmyâ school. Trouble this student to have a sense of collective unity, okay?â
âThatâs right, Yan ge, now youâve already been entered into No.3 Middle Highâs Male God preliminary competition on Tieba, canât you have the awareness of a schoolâs class grass2?â
He didnât know when the little fatty in the table in front turned around, but he was holding his cell phone in one hand, holding soy milk in his other hand, and was even still chewing on a meat bun in his mouth, and his words were indistinct.
Song Yan felt that Tiebaâs Male God, Class Grass, School Tyrant, these nicknames were all the product of those boys and girls who watched too many idol dramas and were infected by middle school syndrome3.
He was too lazy to care, and lowered his head to send Tan Qing a message.
[YAN]: I forgot to bring my medicine, it should be in the second drawer of the bedside table on the right side.
[Aunt Tan]: Okay, after Iâm done with my business trip, Iâll send it over.
[Aunt Tan]: But how have you been these two days? Can you sleep?
[YAN]: Not bad.
[Aunt Tan[: Then thatâs good. Nan Wu is going to get colder soon, remember to stay warm.
Such a caring sentence, but Song Yan didnât respond. He wasnât too good at maintaining such a warm ambience, so he usually chose to abruptly end the conversation.
He put down his cell phone and raised his head, saw Xia Zhiye who was sitting beside him already drinking from a bag of soy milk, staring at the phone and discussing something with the little fatty in front: âWho took this picture? The techniqueâs not bad.â
Little Fatty: âRight? I also thought the picture was pretty good. You and Song Yan are pretty photogenic.â
Xia Zhiye looked at the photo, and lightly bit his straw: âHeâs wearing such a big face mask and you can still say heâs photogenic?â
âAiyah, itâs the vibe. If the vibe is right, then everything else isnât a problem. If you donât believe it, then show it to Yan ge, isnât it photogenic?â The little fatty pushed the phone towards Song Yan while speaking.
Song Yan couldnât avoid the screen of the phone, and saw the photo.
It shouldâve been taken yesterday evening when school ended.
The afterglow from the sunset after the rain made it look especially lovely and ambiguous, the two youths rode on a bicycle, and the wind blew against their clothes, causing it to flap about, drawing out the delicate but tenacious energy that only 16 or 17 year olds could have.
The slim youth sitting in the back seat slightly looked up, looking angry while scolding the boy in front, who was a bit larger. His eyebrows were bent slightly, and his smile was recklessly flamboyant.
Everything was just right, as if it were the poster for some youthful film.
Song Yan only glanced at it for a bit, then coolly commanded: âDelete it.â
The little fatty looked pained: âBut the photography club posted it on the art competitionâs Tieba.â
âWhat does that have to do with him.â Xia Zhiyeâs fingertips moved backwards, and turned little fattyâs phone towards him, âContact the moderator, and tell the person to delete it. Donât infringe on other peopleâs privacy.â
The little fatty aggrievedly hummed in response.
After he âhmâed, he found Xia Zhiye used his phone to save the photo, and even sent it to himself using his profile.
The little fatty raised his eyebrows high.
The outer corner of Xia Zhiyeâs eyes lifted up: âWhatâs up, I donât deserve to save a picture of myself?â
You can save it, itâs justâ¦â¦
Little fatty: âLord Xia, do you know what the photographer named the photo?â
âHm?â
âElopement.â
ââ¦â¦â
âAre they sick.â Xia Zhiye hadnât reacted yet when Song Yan already raised his head, and his expression seemed to have completely said goodbye to âbeing nice.â
The little fatty was busily trying to explain: âAiyah, the people in the photography club are just like that. They always pick a name that follows their stream of consciousness. Also our school is strict with catching puppy love, so even if the club wanted to take a photo with this theme, they canât take a photo of a boy and girl. They could only just make do with you two. After all youâre both two guys, Liu Deqing definitely wonât be able to say anything.â
Xia Zhiye nodded: âSo a photo with two guys, what does it matter what name they choose?â
Little fatty: ââ¦â¦â
Seems it really doesnât matter.
Xia Zhiye: âThen is there a problem with me downloading proof of the camaraderie between me and my new roommate?â
Little fatty: ââ¦â¦â
Seems thereâs also no problem with that.
âIsnât that fine.â
Xia Zhiyeâs face was righteous.
Song Yan was too lazy to care about him. If he wanted to save it then whatever, as long as he didnât show it to other people.
He smoothly grabbed the bag of breakfast and prepared to eat something.
But once he opened the bag, he saw a steaming meat bun that was still oozing with oil. He subconsciously furrowed his brows, then tied up the bag into a ball, and put it back into its original spot. Then he took out a pack of English vocabulary words and began memorizing.
As if heâd rather starve than eat that.
Xia Zhiye stared from the side, and soundlessly laughed.
Where did he come from to be so picky.
After the first class ended, Xia Zhiye went out for a walk to who knows where. When he returned, he brought back a container of milk and bread and placed it in front of Song Yan: âJust make do with this for now.â
Song Yan was just about to ask where it came from.
The little fatty in front turned around and winked while gossiping: âLord Xia, which classâs little miss gave this to you?â
Xia Zhiye lazily sat down, and easily replied: âThe two little girls from Class 13.â
âBoring.â
The little fatty disappointedly turned back.
Seems to be very familiar with the two little girls that Xia Zhiye mentioned.
As if Xia Zhiye often attracted the birds and the bees, and everyone was already used to it.
Furthermore, he even provoked two girls at the same time, truly worthy of being called a playboy scumbag having forty girlfriends on Tieba.
Song Yan believed he couldnât enjoy food that was obtained in this method, so he expressionlessly pushed away the milk and bread: âThanks, but no thanks.â
Xia Zhiye asked: âYouâre not hungry?â
âEven if I were hungry, I wouldnât go so far as to eat this.â Song Yan continued writing and didnât raise his head: âAfter all, Iâm afraid of indigestion.â
A faint sarcasm and cold derision for unknown reasons could be heard in his tone of voice.
Xia Zhiye looked at the 2.8 yuan bottle of milk and the 5.8 yuan piece of bread on the table and furrowed his brows.
How could this elder young master be so precious?
He couldnât eat this or that?
Meanwhile Song Yan merely wrote a single word on his notebook easily: Scumbag.
The scumbag was completely clueless to this, and was only concerned as to what to get this little young master for lunch.
Once the bell rang after the end of the last class in the afternoon, the two little âmissesâ from Class 13 prepared to appear at the door of Class 1 to walk with Xia Zhiye to the cafeteria.
Xia Chiye exited the classroom while fiddling with his cellphone, and lazily walked towards the school entrance: âToday letâs go out to eat.â
Shang Huai suspected he heard wrong: âYou donât even have money, and you still want to go out to eat?â
âThe food in the cafeteria is too oily, and the taste isnât good.â
Xia Zhiye played with his phone, and didnât look up.
Shang Huai: â?â
The money on the lunch card was collected as part of the school fees at the beginning of the semester, and could generally cover food expenses for the whole semester.
So whenever Xia Zhiyeâs grandpa froze his card, heâd freeze it decisively because he knew Xia Zhiye wouldnât starve.
Xia Zhiye also didnât have a young masterâs temperament, and would usually treat them when he had money, and if he had no money heâd join them to eat in the cafeteria. He was very easy to please.
How come today he suddenly became picky?
He probably felt Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiuâs suspicions, and Xia Zhiye disinterestedly added on: âSong Yan didnât eat much of yesterdayâs food.â
âOh, I see.â Shang Huai felt a lightbulb flash in his mind.
This makes sense. Young Master Song was like that, and with one glance you could tell he was picky and being unused to the food in the cafeteria at No.3 Middle High was very normal.
âBut lao Xia, youâve only known Song Yan for a few days, how come youâre so attentive?â
âWell, after all he got hurt because of me. Also yesterday he rescued me, I should be more considerate.â
Xia Zhiyeâs manner of speaking was mild, and there was no error in his logic.
Shang Huai nodded in acknowledgement: âSo itâs for this reason. After all, Song Yan started a fight with Liu Yue for you, this kind of friendship is stillâ¦â¦ Wait, isnât that Liu Yue in front?â
Xia Zhiye just found the restaurant where Song Yan had ordered from last night, and upon hearing Shang Huaiâs words, put down his phone, lifted his eyes and looked over.
It really was Liu Yue.
Seems as if he just finished playing ball after skipping class. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his arm muscles were still pumping. It looked as if his mood wasnât that good, and the basketball in his hand ruthlessly bounced against the ground again and again, as if he were venting his feelings.
The usual lackeys beside him saw his mood, and tried to comfort him: âYue ge, itâs not worth it to get angry at a person like Song Yan. Heâs just a second generation who has no property, or else why would he be transferred from Beijing to No.3 Third Middle High?â
âThatâs right. This kind of empty shell second generation, either his family doesnât like him, or itâs because he made a big fuss and his grades were poor, and no school wants to take him. Anyways you donât need to care about those kinds of people, he definitely canât compare to you, thereâs no need to be angry.â
âBut you donât need to keep talking, if it were me, Iâd also be angry. Wasnât it just accidentally buying a pair of fake shoes from a scammer? Was it necessary to put Yue ge on the spot in front of everyone?â
âThatâs right, and then those girls keep talking about how heâs so handsome. Where the fuck is he handsome?â
âNowadays girls all like this kind of little white face. With a body like Song Yanâs, I can beat down at least three, but now that you mention itâ¦â¦ Yue ge, why donât we set something up, and teach him a lesson?â
âTeach him a lesson?â
The few boys were in the midst of their lively discussion, when a familiar and indolent voice came from behind.
They turned to look, and sure enough, saw Xia Zhiye lazily standing behind them.
Now when Liu Yue saw Xia Zhiye he grew annoyed: âWhatâs it have to do with you.â
âIt may not have anything to do with me, butâ¦â¦â
Xia Zhiye smirked and laughed, âBut it seems it has something to do with my desk mate?â
Liu Yue raised his eyebrows: âSo?â
âSoâ¦â¦â
Xia Zhiye walked forward a few steps, and stood in front of Liu Yue. While laughing idly, âYou also know me. My temperâs good, characterâs good. Other than defending people, I have no other problems. At most, when fighting, I donât differentiate4 and can easily send people to the hospital. Soâ¦â¦â
A brief pause.
âI hope my desk mate can always be without trouble. What do you think, classmate Liu Yue?â
Xia Zhiye had one hand in his pocket, and stood there lazily while the other hand smoothly patted Liu Yueâs shoulder. His eyebrows were slightly curved, and the outer corner of his eyes were raised. The afternoon light was reflected in his light colored pupils, and smiled with a good-natured and friendly look.
But the hand on Liu Yueâs shoulder was sharp and bony.
The long and white fingers hooked onto the wide and sturdy shoulder, the back of the hand showed the biting cold skeleton of the youth, and his height brought with it a sense of oppression that couldnât be hidden.
And the sudden pain that arose at that spot of his shoulder allowed Liu Yue to suddenly recall the scene of Xia Zhiye putting someone into the hospital with his own eyes last year. He then realized the person in front of him didnât just only have a good temper.
Liu Yue wasnât afraid of the shameless, he was afraid of those unafraid of death.
And Xia Zhiye was the type that was unafraid of death.
Liu Yue could only bear the pain, and could only gaze into Xia Zhiyeâs eyes, and coldly laugh: âDonât worry, it isnât worthwhile to fight with a soft and tender little master.â
You should be afraid of being unable to win against such a soft and tender little master.
Xia Zhiye didnât say this, and only satisfactorily patted Liu Yueâs shoulder: âThatâs right, the world is vast, love and peace prevails. Donât always think about fighting and killing. You should be like me and be a quiet and good boy. Isnât that good?â
Once he finished speaking, he flirtatiously raised his eyebrows.
Liu Yue who originally didnât want to cause trouble: ââ¦â¦â
But suddenly he really wants to fight someone.
1. Love for Life, aka æç± (2011), is a romance movie based on true events that occurred in a village in Henan, China. In both the movie and real life, many poor villagers turned to selling their blood as a source of income. But due to unsanitary practices of the sale of blood, many people contracted HIV/AIDS.
2. Class grass = å°è, aka the most handsome boy in the school.
3. Middle school syndrome = chuunibyou; a loanword from Japanese usually used to describe teens who have âgrandiose delusions, who desperately want to stand out, and who have convinced themselves that they have hidden knowledge or secret powers.â â thanks wiki lol
4. Author writes, 没轻没é, lit. neither light nor heavy. Means reckless words or actions without measure.