攻略偏执狂[快穿]

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　　Throughout the whole day today, because of Jiang Fei, he and Ruan Tang had almost no chance of contact.

　　After school in the evening, he saw Shen Fang waiting at the school gate on his motorcycle, and sent Ruan Tang home with great fanfare.

　　However, he vaguely saw Shen Fang subconsciously looking around the crowd before leaving.

　　Song Yan knew that he didn't have much time to immerse himself in the so-called romance, and every money he needed had to be earned by himself.

　　So looking at the backs of Ruan Tang and Shen Fang, he couldn't even leave himself disappointed for too long.

　　As for Jiang Fei, she had a lot of time, but almost all of it was spent getting close to him.

　　In other words, to get close to Shen Fang.

　　After Song Yan played the last syllable, he got up and went back to the dressing room to change out of his suit.

　　When we walked out of the restaurant, it was already dark.

　　A black car stopped in front of him, and the rear window slowly rolled down. Jiang Fei was looking at him with a smile: "Classmate Song, see you tomorrow."

　　Song Yan frowned.

　　When I returned home carrying the dishes, the room was dark and silent.

　　Song Yan turned on the light.

　　The old man's voice immediately sounded: "Xiao Yan is back?"

　　Song Yan responded in a low voice: "Grandma, if you are alone at home, remember to turn on the light."

　　The old man just staggered up to him: "Grandma's eyes can't see very well. There's nothing we can do now. We can only save some electricity bills and let us, Xiaoyan, suffer less..."

　　Song Yan looked for a moment, then smiled: "Grandma, the money I earn now is not enough to pay the electricity bill, so just feel free to use it."

　　As he spoke, he walked into the kitchen familiarly, cooked porridge, and prepared today's dinner.

　　The old man looked at his figure and couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes.

　　It's all her fault. If she hadn't fallen down the stairs in a hurry, she wouldn't have been unable to move a few steps, and her half-blind eyes...

　　After dinner, Song Yan applied hot compresses to the old man's knees, cleared away the dishes, tables and chairs, then returned to the room and read economics books under the lamp.

　　It wasn't until late at night that I turned off the lights and lay upright on the bed, looking calm.

　　Thinking of Jiang Fei's words "See you tomorrow", he couldn't help but frown, but in the blink of an eye he relaxed. He would work in a small restaurant tomorrow, and the restaurant was full of fireworks. It was not a place for wealthy daughters like Jiang Fei. place.

　　However, after spending a whole day with her at the same table, Song Yan walked into the backstage of the restaurant and just changed clothes and walked out, when he saw Jiang Fei sitting in the corner and smiling at him.

　　She was wearing a luxurious white dress, her naturally curly long hair was hanging behind her back, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyebrows were bright, which was incompatible with the dim restaurant.

　　But she just sat there.

　　Song Yan couldn't help but frown, but still patiently stepped forward: "Hello, may I ask what I need to order."

　　Jiang Fei smiled: "Just have some."

　　Song Yan looked at her: "Beef soup is our signature dish. Can we have some light and refreshing cold dishes?"

　　Jiang Fei still smiled good-naturedly: "Okay," he added without forgetting, "I'm just waiting for you to get off work."

　　These words easily attracted the attention of the people around them, and the guests' eyes became ambiguous when looking at them.

　　Song Yan looked at her without changing his expression, put away the menu and turned to leave.

　　It wasn't early for the restaurant to get off work. By the time Song Yan walked out of the restaurant, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

　　It was still the familiar black car, the familiar Jiang Fei sitting in the back seat, and the familiar phrase "see you tomorrow."

　　And that's just the beginning.

　　For several days in a row, Song Yan could always see Jiang Fei at a fixed spot.

　　People in the restaurant had assumed that the two were secretly in love since the last time Jiang Fei said she was his girlfriend.

　　The same goes for restaurant people.

　　No matter how Song Yan explained it, no one believed it. After being teased so many times, Song Yan didn't bother to pay attention anymore.

　　He will not give up his source of money because of irrelevant people.

　　On Friday, Song Yan came to the restaurant to play the piano as usual.

　　But the waiter walked up to him and whispered in his ear: "Someone pays to order a piece of music."

　　Song Yan looked at the waiter's "five" and was slightly surprised: "Five hundred?"

　　The waiter shook his head: "Five thousand."

　　Song Yan frowned. There were only a few people in the restaurant who ordered music. A song was just a tip for a dinner. There were almost no people who paid so much.

　　"What tune?"

　　"prisoner."

　　After the waiter finished speaking, Song Yan almost immediately looked towards the seat where Jiang Fei usually stayed. Sure enough, she was looking at him, smiling elegantly, which was very different from the bright smile she had in that small restaurant.

　　But Song Yan only felt angry.

　　He knew what Jiang Fei meant, and now he was a prisoner trapped by Jiang Fei anytime and anywhere.

　　Five thousand yuan was just a meal to her, and now she was giving the money to him like a charity, as if it was a deliberate humiliation.

　　"Song Yan?" The waiter called him softly when he saw that he was silent.

　　Song Yan stood up and said, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well today."

　　After saying that, he turned around and walked off the stage.

　　After changing his clothes and walking out of the restaurant, Jiang Fei did not sit in the black car as before, but stood at the door of the restaurant.

　　Song Yan stared at her for a long time and walked forward to meet her gaze: "Classmate Jiang."

　　Jiang Fei pretended to be surprised: "Is something wrong, Mr. Song?"

　　Song Yan frowned slightly, suppressing the hidden anger in his heart and said, "I hope that Mr. Jiang won't follow me anymore in the future."

　　Jiang Fei tilted his head: "Student Song, are you talking about on campus or off campus?"

　　"Both are," Song Yan said lightly, "In school, I hope that Student Jiang will stay as far away from me as possible, and outside of school, even more so."

　　After saying that, he walked around her and left directly.

　　"Are you going to the city tomorrow to tutor a junior high school student named Wang?" Jiang Fei said slowly behind him.