Clinic, owe life.

These two words made Xu Zihang almost without thinking, and immediately remembered that he was plotted by the knife gang a week ago, and then miraculously escaped.

Looking at Song Ye with cold eyebrows in front of him, he was a little unsure, "Song Ye, are you that Song Ye?" Because the image before and after was too different, he didn't connect the two people at all, until the person in front of him nodded, he woke up like a dream, showed a bright smile, and stretched out his hand to her, "I've been looking for you, thank you for saving me last time." ”

Although he didn't know the specific circumstances of escape, Song Ye was able to rescue him, which really made him grateful and appreciative.

Just in the next second, this gratitude and appreciation were blown away.

"There is a price to pay for saving you, this bet is not a joke." Song Ye didn't look at the palm in front of him that represented friendship, and bluntly said that saving people by himself was purely a psychology of reciprocation.

This may be commonplace in the adult world, but it represents philistine and snobbery, which is not accepted by children.

The warm atmosphere on the court condensed slightly, and the hearts of the teammates who were still fighting side by side just now seemed to be frostbitten by the cold air of the nine cold days, and they couldn't even maintain their smiles.

"Song Ye ......" Wang Tiechuan wanted to say something, but he felt that it was not appropriate to say anything in his own identity, but he really liked Song Ye as a person, and he didn't believe that she approached Xu Zihang for a long purpose.

But now on the field, I'm afraid he is the only one who thinks like this.

Xu Zihang was silent for a long time, suddenly coldly hooked the corners of his lips, reached out and took out a few from his pocket, and threw them on the ground, "This is the reward for your life-saving grace, sorry, we are not interested in following you." ”

After speaking, Xu Zihang turned around and left, and several brothers in the company also turned around and left without looking back, and the meaning was also very clear, they looked down on Song Ye, a mercenary villain.

Wang Tiechuan was in a dilemma, and finally had to leave with everyone.

Song Ye was the only one left on the court for a while, and the people around her who were watching the excitement sneered at her, and they couldn't see the adoring look that cheered for her ball skills just now.

Song Ye looked at the back of a group of people leaving, his eyes were calm, and then he also raised his feet and left, stepping on a few white sneakers, leaving shallow footprints.

She believes that between her and Xu Zihang, they will meet again.

After a hearty exercise, Song Ye felt that it was not enough, so he sneaked to a gym in the city center to get a fitness card, and trained until late at night before returning to the hotel to sleep, and he had no dreams all night.

Fifteen years ago, Song Ye may have been sentimental and lonely because of loneliness, but fifteen years later, she has become a lone killer, there is no hesitation and hesitation in life, and once she has a goal, she will move forward bravely.

But after all, she still forgot that this maverick lifestyle has obviously jumped out of social norms.

In the morning, when I went to school with my schoolbag on my back as usual, I could hear the proprietress muttering over there when I passed the front desk, "Good girl, why is she so shameless and skinless to do this kind of thing, and still go to school." ”

In fact, the deep meaning of this kind of remark can be deduced by thinking about it. Since Zhao Zhen came to talk to her about things on the day of the fight, rumors have been flying all over the sky, and her child lives alone in a hotel, which is even more unthinkable.

However, there was no substantial damage, and Song Ye didn't care, thinking that after a while, the funds in the store would return to the store, so he would buy a house to live in, and the future housing prices would rise exponentially, and it would be a good choice to have money to invest in real estate.

Entering the school gate, the eyes that have been paying attention all the way are still warm, and as soon as he steps into the door of the class, he is still silent, and it is obvious that the protagonist of the lively atmosphere just now is Song Ye. It's just that now her classmates no longer look at her with ridicule, but full of curiosity and jealousy.

Song Yeben didn't care about other people's opinions, but as soon as he sat down, he received a small note from next door.

'At the same table, you are famous, yesterday Tang Meiling was removed from a layer of skin by super glue, crying and shouting to find you unlucky, but there is no evidence, and you were scolded by the teacher, and now in the class, you are a hero who dares to fight against evil forces!! ’

Looking at the accentuated ellipsis at the end, Song Ye suddenly wanted to laugh, the corners of his cold mouth were cracked by this childish stroke, and he picked up the pen and wrote a few words.

If you have time to chat, you might as well finish your homework first. ’

Sure enough, this sentence was very lethal, and he didn't see a reply for a long time, Wang Tiechuan bit the pen and clicked there rhythmically, and within five minutes, another note was stuffed.

'Tablemate, have you finished your homework, can you lend me a reference?' ’

Song Ye turned the ballpoint pen in his hand, slowly pulled out an exercise book, and replied with three words by the way.

'Write now. ’

Wang Tiechuan's heart was galloping at that time, staring at the blank exercise book on Song Ye's desk, thinking that you have done less than me, and you are still so calm, pretending to be a wool. Just as he was about to continue to struggle and become self-reliant, the white ballpoint pen next to him was waving continuously, almost without pause, and he was stunned for a moment.

In the same class for three years, although Song Ye has a very low sense of presence in the class, he is clear about his academic performance, and he is separated by a few places from the end of the crane, and he is also a poor student in the class.

Seeing her pen flying at this time, Wang Tiechuan thought she was giving up on herself and scribbled, but unexpectedly stretched her neck and looked, and her eyes almost didn't fall off.

The topic that Song Ye is working on is the function problem that Wang Tiechuan has been thinking about with the tip of his pen, and he can't write it even if he wants to, but Song Ye is a beautiful three-step analysis, and he came to the conclusion that the handwriting is neat and beautiful, just like printing.

After completing a question quickly, the ballpoint pen continues to write down the next question.

Wang Tiechuan kept following the pen and moved his gaze, his expression was dumbfounded, until a whole page was written, and a cold gaze looked over, he reacted and retracted his chin, but his eyes were still shocked.

Then, Song Ye pushed the exercise book in front of Wang Tiechuan with one hand, signaling that she had finished writing and could refer to it as much as she wanted.

When you were a student, was there anything that deepened your friendship more than copying homework? The conclusion, of course, is no.

At the moment, Wang Tiechuan was immersed in hard copying, and his cheeks were shaking with excitement, although he didn't know why Song Ye suddenly opened his mind, but completing his homework was the first priority.

Although Song Ye has not read the textbook, but as a top killer, memory comprehension ability and absorption ability are necessary conditions, yesterday I flipped through the textbook, plus mental arithmetic, these exercises are a piece of cake for her.