I want this sand sculpture

Director Chen didn't know what to say for a while, his pointing hands trembled, and he choked out a sentence for a long time: "Then you two go to the office to exchange feelings."

"No, we really didn't fight..." Du Yan didn't really want to go to the office, so he opened his mouth to defend himself.

However, Director Chen didn't give him a chance to defend himself, so he said nonchalantly, "Shut up! If you have anything to explain, go to the office and talk about it!"

Then he walked into the building very chicly.

Du Yan hugged Song Qichen's shoulders and followed slowly, and whispered in Song Qichen's ear with a sad face, "Chenchen, you really hurt me today."

Song Qichen threw Du Yan off with a blank expression: "I've done you a lot of face by not beating you to death."

"Oh no," Du Yan followed, "Who did you learn your temper from? Are you so aggressive?"

"I've always been like this." Song Qichen said.

"For someone like you who can't fight with people a hundred and eighty times a day, how did you survive until now?" Du Yan asked.

Song Qichen rolled his eyes: "You beat me?"

"You're quite confident," Du Yan said happily, "It's just that I didn't really fight with you. If I get serious, I can deal with you two."

Song Qichen glanced at him, "About a fight?"

"Forget it," Du Yan crossed his hands behind his head, and walked forward slowly, "I'm afraid you'll bite me again."

"I..." Song Qichen originally wanted to reply with a few words, but was interrupted by Director Chen before he could say anything.

Director Chen turned around and pointed, the flames in his eyes would burn through the glasses and burst out, "What are you doing?! Hurry up! Don't delay my class!"

"Yes!" Du Yan responded loudly, immediately put down his hand, and stepped forward squarely in the posture of kicking.

After making such a fuss, Song Qichen's anger almost subsided, he smirked a little funny, and followed behind Du Yan.

"Tell me, what's going on today?" Director Chen sat down and took a sip of tea from his cup.

"We didn't fight." Du Yan said.

"Fart!" Director Chen threw the cup on the table, and a few drops of water splashed out, "It's twisted like a ball of twists and hasn't hit yet? If I didn't see you two, would you just get into the pot later? "

Song Qichen couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you laughing, be serious!" Director Chen glared at him, "Why do you want to write a review after learning from Du Yan as soon as you come here?"

"I don't want to." Song Qichen suppressed his laughter and answered seriously.

"Do you think it's up to you?" Director Chen said, "Did I let you speak?"

"..." Song Qichen was a little confused about Director Chen's way, and decided to strategically shut up.

"What the hell is going on!"

Song Qichen: "..."

Du Yan: "..."

"Speak!" Director Chen slapped the table, "I'm dumb, what's the matter?"

"You didn't let us talk just now." Du Yan said with a suppressed smile.

"You're pretty obedient at the moment." Director Chen glanced at him, took a sip of tea, "you can just get mad at me."

Du Yan chuckled twice: "Director, we really didn't fight, he just came to give me a bottle of water, didn't he, Chen'er."

Song Qichen nodded beside him.

"Can the water delivery be twisted to the ground?" Director Chen looked at them with a look on his face that you think I'm an idiot.

"We young people are all like this," Du Yan said, "with vitality."

"You mean I'm old?" Director Chen narrowed his eyes.

"No, no, no, no," Du Yan waved his hands a series of times, "You're so old, you look at us and we're still young, right, Chen'er."

"..." Song Qichen hesitated for a moment, then nodded with difficulty.

Du Yan and Song Qichen had a cordial and friendly emotional exchange in the office for more than 20 minutes. Due to Du Zui Paoyan's deep wrangling skills, their original [-]-word review was reduced to [-] words.

"You are really good, read the review every other week." Du Yan seemed to be in a good mood, jumping down two stairs.

"To each other." Song Qichen followed him downstairs.

"That's different," Du Yan looked back at him, "I've been here for almost a year, and I haven't read it a few times, and you've only been here for less than three weeks."

Song Qichen didn't say a word, thinking that it's all thanks to you.

"I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten yet." Du Yan jumped down the last two stairs, turned around and waited for Song Qichen, "The cafeteria must be out of food right now..."

"..." Song Qichen walked up to him and stood still, hesitating for a moment, "I bought it for you."

"Huh?" Du Yan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes narrowed into a smile, "Really?"

"Well," Song Qichen nodded, "Just bringing you a bottle of Coke is not enough."

Du Yan patted Song Qichen's shoulder very happily, and swept his eyes from his hair to the soles of his feet, and when he was sure that he didn't find anything that could be called food, his face collapsed, "You are fooling me." ?”

"No," Song Qichen sighed, "It's in the cafeteria, so I didn't take it out."

Du Yan laughed again, and hooked his neck with his hand, "Hey, you should have said it earlier, let's go, bro, I'm starving to death."

Song Qichen got out from under Du Yan's arm expressionlessly, "Don't stick to me, it's hot."

"Tsk," Du Yan shook his arm, "You have so many things to do, don't worry about it, let's go!"

Song Qichen ordered Du Yan a rice bowl with potatoes and beef, and told the uncle at the window to put it aside to eat later, but he didn't expect to wait for an hour.

"Oh, it's time to come," the uncle brought the rice to the window, "It's too cold, I'll make a new one for you, and the cafeteria will be closed soon!"

Song Qichen took the meal and smiled at the uncle, "I'm sorry uncle, I'll give it to..."

"No, no, no," the uncle knew that he wanted to give the money, and quickly waved his hand, "I gave it to you, you are so tired from studying now, eat more."

"Okay, thank you uncle." Song Qichen said.

"No, let's eat."

Du Yan was already waiting at the dining table. He was standing on the table with chopsticks in one hand and a spoon in the other.

Song Qichen felt uncomfortable being stared at, and felt that he was going to walk in a crutch.He struggled for a long time between the two options of pretending not to know Du Yan, just passing by like this, and putting the rice on Du Yan's head. In the end, he couldn't resist Du Yan's earnest gaze, and put the rice on the table .

Ah bah, it didn't go smoothly.

Song Qichen sat opposite and dragged his face to watch Du Yan eat, probably because he was so hungry just now, but Du Yan ate very anxiously now, beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

"Are you going to draw after eating?" Song Qichen asked.

"Go," Du Yan said vaguely with food stuffed in his mouth without raising his head, "It's still a little bit close."

"Oh." Song Qichen nodded.

"If you don't come, I'll be finished soon." Du Yan glanced at him while eating.

"..." Song Qichen paused, "Then I'm leaving."

Said to get up and leave.

"Don't, don't, I'm just kidding," Du Yan quickly stretched out his arms and dragged him down to sit down, "I didn't say I didn't want you to come."

Song Qichen smiled and said nothing.

"You can draw with me later, and pass things to me." Du Yan said.

"No, Sun." Song Qichen refused without thinking.

"Hey," Du Yan put the chopsticks on the plate and stared at him, "Who is to blame for not finishing the painting? Who is to blame? Ah?"

"How do I know?" Song Qichen also stared at him.

"Do you have a conscience?" Du Yan lowered his voice and said viciously, "Be careful, I'll beat you."

Song Qichen has never been afraid of anyone who smoked people, he hooked the corners of his lips, and said provocatively: "Come on, you smoke."

"I really think we should have a good fight." Du Yan picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat, "Really, I don't even know the mother who cleans up for someone like you."

"What about me?" Song Qichen asked.

"That's it, that's it..." Du Yan paused, then said slowly, "It's so pretty."

"..." Song Qichen choked, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Du Yan said with a smile.

Happy times are always too short, and unpleasant things come quickly. ——Du Philosophy Yan.

Du Yan stood on the rostrum holding the review, in front of him was the school leader who was speaking, and next to him stood Song Qichen who didn't wake up after seeing it.

He touched the person next to him who was so unconscious that he almost closed his eyes with his arm, and said in a low voice, "Hey, hey, wake up."

"Didn't sleep." Song Qichen still had a nasal voice when he spoke, which sounded a little cute.

"I think you're about to lie down," Du Yan continued to suppress his voice, "Are you reviewing it?"

Song Qichen stood up straight, tried his best to open his eyes, "I forgot to write."

"Then what are you reading later?" Du Yan frowned, watching Song Qichen's eyes that had just opened and then closed them again.

"It's okay, I'll talk casually." Song Qichen shook his head.

"That's right," Du Yan smiled, "You look like the type who always writes self-criticisms and has rich experience."

Song Qichen raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then quickly lowered them: "Where did you get the face to say that about me?"

"There is still half a month left. I hope that the students will grit their teeth. Persistence is victory! Teachers believe in you, you are the pride of the No. Thinking about the college entrance examination in half a month, he was actually a little nervous in this atmosphere where everyone was fighting high.

However, the college entrance examination is still a bit far away for him, and with his current grades hovering on the edge of the passing line every time, he is not sure whether he can pass the line, so he thinks so much.

The principal's speech was still going on, probably mobilizing before the exam, Du Yan's thoughts drifted farther and farther with the rhythmic and sonorous voice.

Speaking of which, the next semester will be divided into arts and sciences, and the selection of essays will still be elective.

Dad meant to choose the theory, tsk, let's choose the text.

What would Song Qichen choose? Do you want to ask him.

He doesn't look like a person who can study, and his grades should be like that.

The principal talks a lot, when will you let me say a few words?

Isn't it just a college entrance examination, what can be mobilized, tsk.

The sun is almost out, and we haven't finished yet.

So sleepy... What is Song Qichen doing?

Fuck, fell asleep...?Can this fall asleep?

Du Yan lowered his head and yawned quietly. When he turned his head and saw Song Qichen swaying with his eyes closed, he couldn't help giving him a thumbs up in his heart.

"...However, there are also some students who think that the college entrance examination is far away from them. They are ignorant all day long, and even get into fights, endangering their own safety, and bringing a very bad influence to other students! This phenomenon should be completely eliminated!" The principal said, "Last week, two students in the first grade of our school behaved badly, but they had a good attitude of admitting their mistakes. The school decided to give them a chance to correct. Now we invite these two students to come forward to reflect and summarize."

Hearing this meant that it was time for him to play, Du Yan stretched slightly, accepted the review, and pushed Song Qichen as he walked forward.

Song Qichen was startled suddenly, and his elbow was reflexively pushed back.

Du Yan is worthy of being the first brother who dominates the No. [-] Middle School at a young age, and his reaction speed is extremely amazing.He quickly took it with his hand, and pressed it back at an angle where the students in the audience would not notice, "Don't dream, let's talk."

"... Oh." Song Qichen slowed down, and followed Du Yan to the microphone.

"Ahem," Du Yan stood still in front of the microphone, pretended to adjust the height of the microphone, clenched his right hand into a fist and put it under his lips to clear his throat, "Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Then I'll start." ..."

Song Qichen rolled his eyes aside.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm Du Yan from Class [-]. I believe you all know me. After all, I'm so handsome..."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of low laughter from the audience.

Song Qichen was very blind. He raised his leg and lightly kicked Du Yan, who was immersed in his speech, and said in a low voice, "It's almost done, show some face."

It's just that he underestimated the sound amplification ability of the second middle school's seemingly inferior microphone, which only had the advantage of being louder. Then he heard his own voice echoing in the empty and silent gym.

Have some face... some face... face...

Song Qichen really wanted to die.

Du Yan was stunned for a moment, and slowly choked out a few words: "...Oh, okay."

Then the audience burst into louder laughter than before.

Song Qichen saw Dong Yan who couldn't help laughing like a flower in the audience, and Director Chen who was blushing but still kept serious beside him. He suddenly felt that it was good to be alive, and he didn't have to die.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan," the morning meeting was over, Wan Xu jumped over and hooked Song Qichen and Du Yan's necks, "You are still so handsome and calm when you come on stage again after a week."

"Thank you, thank you," Du Yan was polite once in a while, "Chen Chen is more powerful."

"..." Song Qichen glanced at him, "Can you please call me by my name?"

"Song Qichen, Song Qichen, Song Qichen, Chenchen!" Du Yan stared at him and shouted, "Old Song! Come on!"

"Okay." Song Qichen smiled.

Several people were chatting and walking towards the first floor when Du Yan's cell phone rang in his trouser pocket.

"You didn't mute it?" Wan Xu asked, "It's a good thing you didn't make it on stage just now."

"Forgot," Du Yan answered while taking out his phone, "It's usually in the classroom, today..."

Du Yan lost his voice halfway through his speech, looked down at the screen and frowned.

"Ah? What's the matter today? Who sent you a message?" Wan Xu said, turning his head to look at Du Yan's phone.

"No one," Du Yan quickly turned off the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket, "Why do you still want to peek at Big Brother's secret?"

"I don't dare," Wan Xu said with a smile, "Hey, do you know that the monitor of the seventh class, I heard that he had a problem with their head teacher, and secretly punctured the tire of the head teacher's car."

"I know, I know, isn't that tall and dark one?" Du Yan said.

"Oh, it's not that," Wan Xu said, "When can you pay attention to the major events in the school other than you?"

"That's impossible, they are not as handsome as me." Du Yan said with a smile.

"..." Song Qichen kept silent, listening to their conversation getting further and further away.

Du Yan's mood and expression changed very quickly. If he hadn't seen it just now, no one would have noticed the haze on Du Yan's face and the sudden burst of low pressure when he read the news just now.

Song Qichen looked at Du Yan, who was chatting and laughing with Wan Xu just like usual, and suddenly felt that something was wrong with this lively and handsome No. [-] High School Colonel.