Paranoid academic gods are always poor

On Saturday afternoon, Zhou's doorbell rang on time.

It took a long time before someone came out to open the door. The boy's pale complexion from not seeing the light for a long time looked very unhealthy, and a trace of surprise appeared on his expressionless face when he saw the person coming.

"How did you come?"

Pei Hanmo didn't understand why he asked, "Now is the scheduled class time."

Zhou Linqing let him in sideways, looking suspiciously at his indifferent back.

Of course he knew that this point is usually tutoring time, but can it be the same today?

Today's birthday party of the two big boys from class 25 has almost spread throughout the campus. Even Zhou Linqing and his class, who are three floors away, have received invitations. It makes no sense that Pei Hanmo is still here.

Now on campus, who doesn't know that the relationship between Young Master Song and Xueshen is very good, so good that it almost exceeds that of Fa Xiao.

Is it...

"Master Song didn't invite you?"

Pei Hanmo turned his head and looked at him coldly: "Did you finish the last question?"

Zhou Linqing was sure, and suddenly said: "It seems that the rumors are not credible, and the relationship between you and Master Song is not very good."

He added, "So it's a lie that you like Meng Jia?"

Pei Hanmo: "Are you free?"

Zhou Linqing: "..."

Song Ye was generous to his brother. He not only sent limited edition sneakers, but also packed a super-large box. A group of people sang and sang, played and ate. The birthday star Zhao Jingming said that today he has more face, in addition to receiving another small box I was depressed for a while, but I was very happy the rest of the time.

"Ji Shaoyu, why the hell can't you give away a game console?!"

Do you want to die for giving it to a learning machine?

Thanks to how happy he was when he heard that "this year's gifts are definitely different", he thought that Ji Shaoyu would finally harm him by not giving away the top scorer notes, top-secret test papers, and famous teacher improvement classes. Who would have thought that it would be a month after he received these gifts They are all stared at by his mother to study, and there is an illusion that "my son can go to college if he works hard".

Ji Shaoyu was confused: "Don't you want the latest model?"

"What I want is a mobile phone!!!" Zhao Jingming roared, who the hell can't think of a learning machine! !

"This one not only has a famous teacher's class, but also a top-secret test paper. It took me a month's pocket money to get it. Don't you like it?"

"..."

Forget it, the sorrows and joys in the world are not interlinked.

Song Ye laughed happily at the side, and suddenly remembered to ask the boy next to him, "Didn't you prepare a surprise?"

Judging from his past experience, surprises can become frights.

"Yes! I asked them to pick it up."

Zhao Jingming turned around when he heard the words, "Who are you picking up?"

Just after asking, the door of the box was opened, and the brothers smiled mysteriously: "Dangdangdangdang, Brother Ming, your goddess is here!"

Zhao Jingming's heart tightened, and the fear of being dominated by the last fight on the basketball court suddenly surged up, praying that it must not be that person.

But the brotherhood is too plastic, they get out of the way, isn't that surprise Meng Jia?

Zhao Jingming's eyes darkened, and he almost fainted.

Song Ye was still teasing: "Aren't you going to say hello to your goddess?"

Zhao Jingming smiled wryly: "...I feel pain all over when I see her now."

Song Ye couldn't help laughing, it's very good, he can achieve the effect he wants in one go, this idiot is quite competitive.

"Go, take care of the girls, let's play today."

With his words, Zhao Jingming didn't feel nervous anymore, and Meng Jia didn't look so scary anymore, and even felt a little pitiful for her being a lonely girl who dared not come in.

It wasn't that Meng Jia didn't dare to go in, but... she was in a complicated mood.

Anyone who sees the all-pink box at first glance, including but not limited to walls, sofas, tables, and balloon decorations, is all pink at first glance, and she almost thinks she has entered some little princess's room by mistake, but——

It's all fucking boys here!

The cute and dreamy pink box is full of hormones!

Meng Jia began to doubt life.

Zhao Jingming was still a little apprehensive when he saw Meng Jia, and he didn't dare to approach him, so he spoke a few steps away: "Thank you for coming to my birthday party, you are welcome to play casually, they are quite noisy, if you feel uncomfortable, you can invite some girls to come and play together .”

It’s not that he doesn’t want to invite girls, but it’s because there are always girls throwing themselves at Song Ye on his previous birthdays. Song Ye is very annoyed, saying that he can do whatever he wants this year, but there is only one request, don’t let girls appear within ten meters of him.

Zhao Jingming couldn't guarantee it, so he didn't even invite girls.

He really didn't know about Meng Jia's arrival, but Song Ye didn't look angry, so he took the time to watch his jokes.

Meng Jia glanced inside, feeling a little pain in her eyes, and said with a smile, "No, I'm just here to take a look."

Zhao Jingming:? ?What are you looking at?

Meng Jia looked at Song Ye: "Why didn't Xue Shen come?"

Song Ye was taken aback, and asked strangely, "Why did he come?"

Meng Jia's expression was complicated: "Student God is so relieved that you come to this kind of place..."

Zhao Jingming complained: "Brother Ye didn't invite people! Usually eat and drink other people's food, and when it's holidays, he just cares about himself!"

Meng Jia was heartbroken: "This is indeed too cruel to Xue Shen!"

Song Ye was puzzled: "What are you talking about? I don't know Pei Hanmo well."

"You have no heart..."

"..."

Meng Jia & Zhao Jingming: "Forget it, you don't understand."

Song Ye: "??"

The two ignored him and started talking to themselves.

"Moxie?"

Zhao Jingming said shyly, "It's true."

Meng Jia:"!!"

The two fell in love with each other in front of the Lord.

"Are you also in the group?"

"Yes! There is a fanfiction article that is so touching, do you want to read it? I'll push it to you..."

"Yeye Shengmo?"

"you know too?"

Meng Jia was embarrassed: "I wrote it."

Zhao Jingming saw the look in the idol's eyes: "Great! Please update!!"

"..."

She didn't say it to remind you to change.

Ji Shaoyu came over and saw the two chatting vigorously, and asked, "Are they done?"

"I don't think so." Song Ye always felt that they seemed to have joined some cult.

In the end, Meng Jia took out a bag from her bag and handed it to Zhao Jingming, "The gift is a bit crude, so don't dislike it."

Zhao Jingming: "Don't dislike it, it would be great if Da Da could explode today."

"..."

Goodbye.

As soon as the person left, everyone gathered around and chattered——

"Brother Ming, you can't do it. We managed to invite someone here, and you can't even keep it!"

"What do you know, I've got the best."

"It's just this little pig's head. I saw her clipping it on the claw machine outside just now."

"...The heart is the most important thing."

"Then Meng Xiaohua is interested in you? I used to chase Brother Ye, and I'm chatting with you the whole time today."

Oh your size!

"That's because we have something in common."

Zhao Jingming didn't want to explain too much, waved everyone away, turned around and saw Song Ye looking at him thoughtfully, too guilty to look at him, "Shall I go buy something to eat?"

Song Ye nodded: "Let's go together."

Zhao Jingming went to tell everyone, Song Ye was waiting at the door of the box, and saw two boys of about the same age passing by, one was dyed with grandma gray, the other was dyed with turkey red, the hair of these two people was very eye-catching, I couldn't help but I took a few glances.

This granny gray... looks familiar.

The grandmother looked at Song Ye's face with gray eyes for a long time, until Song Ye couldn't help but look away when he was about to explode.At this time, the door of the box was opened from the inside, Zhao Jingming looked down at the phone and walked out: "It's ok, let's go."

"Hey! The little girl's birthday box here is well decorated, and I can bring my sister here next year." Turkey Hong took a few glances inside, and asked strangely, "But why are they all rough?"

"You're an old man! No, you're a little girl!" Zhao Jingming wanted to roll up his sleeves to fight after hearing this.

Turkey Red was scolded inexplicably: "Brother, did you make this decoration? It's pretty good, I want to make it for my sister's room..."

Zhao Jingming felt that this person was quite discerning, so he didn't get angry anymore, and said cheerfully, "That's the right question for me! Let me tell you, you must pay attention to the matching of colors..."

"Is this any other color than pink?"

"Of course, you don't understand..."

Song Ye couldn't help frowning: "Are you still going?"

Zhao Jingming is exchanging contact information with people in the same way, ready to continue discussing when he has time, "Here we come!"

Grandma Huihui, who had been silent all this time, looked at Song Ye, and the corner of her mouth curled up: "Shall we add one too?"

Song Ye rolled his eyelids, "Do I know you?"

The leaving figure was indifferent and proud.

Turkey Hong sighed: "Brother Jie, this person is more attractive than you."

After walking for a while, Zhao Jingming remembered what he wanted to say, "That man seemed to be staring at you just now, maybe..."

Song Ye didn't care: "You can do it anytime you want."

Zhao Jingming swallowed the second part of the sentence, "Couldn't I have fallen in love with you?", echoed a few words with a smirk, and at the same time reflected on what was wrong with him. Recently, he saw two men always thinking in that direction. Brother knows.

"Are you hiding something from me?" Song Ye asked suddenly.

"No, no..."

Song Ye didn't have time to interrogate him, because a group of people in front of him blocked the road aggressively, and saw them shouting: "Brother Ma, it's him!"

Zhao Jingming switched to Song Ye's left hand, and found that the other party was still pointing at him.

"??"

The bald man known as Brother Ma stared at him for a few seconds, and a rough voice said, "Is he the one Meng Jia likes?"

"..."

Zhao Jingming, who was approached by his "rival in love" for the first time, was flattered and asked kindly, "Who told you that Meng Jia likes me?"

After speaking, he glanced to the side, even if he likes Brother Ye, he doesn't like him, okay?not to mention--

"You invited her to the birthday party with great fanfare. It's useless not to admit it. My brother saw that she agreed." Brother Ma looks thicker than the fifth and third. Zhao Jingming doesn't look good enough in front of him, let alone Song Ye, "Meng Jia If you like to fight fiercely, if you lose today, you will withdraw voluntarily."

Zhao Jingming was a little surprised when he heard about Meng Jia's preferences for the first time, and asked Song Ye with his eyes: Is what he said true?

Song Ye: Really, you should reflect on why you haven't figured it out after chasing him for so long.

Zhao Jingming: Back then my eyes were lame...

but--

"You're mistaken. I'm not the one Meng Jia likes."

Brother Ma sneered: "Dare to act but dare not act, no way!"

"You fucking say it again!"

War is about to break out.

Song Ye: "..."

The author has something to say: Song Ye: I am tired.Didn't want to fight.