I want this sand sculpture

On the day of the sophomore report, Song Qichen was woken up by Du Yan's phone call.

The phone rang for a long time in the quilt, and when he finally couldn't bear the irritability and took out the phone to curse, it stopped ringing.

Song Qichen's fire rushed to his forehead, and when he dialed it back, he scolded his head and covered his face.

"Are you fucking sick? What time is it? Just call me at what time? If you're okay, go to the hospital and check your brain!" Song Qichen threw his phone away after cursing, and rolled up the quilt without hanging up. fell asleep again.

Du Yan was still in shock on the other end of the phone. He waited for a few minutes, and seeing that Song Qichen had no intention of speaking, he carefully "Hello".

However there was no response.

Du Yan even heard the sound of small and steady breathing.

"Hello? Hey, hey?" Du Yan was shocked, "You won't sleep again, right? Fuck, are you a pig?"

"You are the pig." Song Qichen's voice came from gnashing his teeth word by word, with an uncontrollable unhappiness.

"Fuck," Du Yan was taken aback, "I didn't mean you...'

"Okay, let the fart go." Song Qichen interrupted him, yawned, and then there was a rustling sound, and Du Yan heard that it was Song Qichen who got out of bed.

"I'm fine, I just wake you up," Du Yan said happily, "I've already arrived at school."

"What did you say?" Song Qichen raised his voice in disbelief.

This lunatic, at 05:30 in the morning, woke him up with a call just to wake him up and inform himself that he has arrived at school?

Should I still praise him?

"I said," Du Yan repeated in a good mood, "I've arrived at school, and now I'm waking you up."

Song Qichen took a deep breath and tried to calm down, "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

Du Yan thought for a while, "This way you won't be late."

Song Qichen didn't know what to say, so he hung up the phone.

What he couldn't accept was that he couldn't refute Du Yan's words.

Ashamed of your brain, Song Qichen.

When Song Qichen arrived at the school with a murderous look on his face, Du Yan and Wan Xu were huddling together in front of the class list to read the list.

"Hey, Brother Chen, you're here!" Wan Xu saw Song Qichen from afar, squeezed his way out of the crowd and waved his arms at him.

Song Qichen dragged the box and walked up to Wan Xu, and took a look at Du Yan, who was still eye-catching among the crowd even without the red hair, "Well, have you finished reading it?"

"After reading it, we are not in the same class." Wan Xu said a little disappointed.

"Aren't you studying literature?" Song Qichen asked.

"Yes," Wan Xu said with a melancholy expression, "Why can't arts and science be in the same class!"

"..." Song Qichen didn't know how to explain this serious question to him, so he raised his hand and patted him on the head.

"Hey," Du Yan finally squeezed out of the crowd, he wiped his forehead, "I squeezed this..."

Song Qichen couldn't help getting angry when he saw Du Yan's face, he raised his chin coldly, "I didn't squeeze you to death."

"You squeezed me to death, who told you to get up?" Du Yan raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

Song Qichen didn't speak, but slapped him.

Du Yan stood still, and took this slap. He rubbed his arms and scolded Song Qichen for his indifference, and then took the schoolbag on Song Qichen's shoulder, "You live on campus this semester, right? Something, I'll give you the schoolbag and take it to the classroom."

"Well," Song Qichen nodded, thought for a while and asked again, "Which class am I?"

"Li Si," Du Yan said as he walked towards the Science Building of No. [-] Senior High School, "We are in the same class."

"Oh." Song Qichen said.

"Then I'll go to the classroom to have a look," Wan Xu pointed to the liberal arts building, "Let's have lunch together at noon."

"Get out of here." Song Qichen patted him with a smile.

The dormitory building of No. [-] Middle School is on the other side of the campus, quite far from the teaching building area. Song Qichen walked for more than ten minutes before he saw the big iron gate of the boys' dormitory.

Right now is the peak time for entering and leaving the dormitory. Students of all grades, freshmen in high school and their parents, grandparents and grandparents are pulling suitcases and luggage, holding pots, pans and pans, all crowded together. Can't get in, can't get out.

There is a huge plane tree outside the big iron gate. I don’t know how long it has grown, but it is quite tall anyway. The lush crown of the tree is spread out, and no sunlight can come in.

Next to it is an open space, with more than a dozen ginkgo trees scattered here and there, and a few table tennis tables are placed under the trees, probably for the students living in the school to exercise.However, apart from the leaders who came to check, usually no one would call them.

It was already eight o'clock in the morning, and the sun was shining brightly. Song Qichen guessed that he would not be able to get in for a while, so he simply put down the suitcase, sat on the table tennis table, bent his long legs, and took out his mobile phone to pass the time.

Happy Bubble Bobble is really fun, hehehe.

How can there be such a fun game, hehehe.

That's great...hey fuck, who the hell sent a message.

Song Qichen forgot to turn off the phone's vibration when he went out. When news came in just now, the phone vibrated suddenly, and the red ball in his hand was deflected, just blocking the way of the next yellow ball.

He quit the game depressedly and clicked on WeChat.

Du Yan: Do I know who our head teacher is?

- how the hell would i know

Du Yan: Comrade Desheng!Hold!

–…

– you just tell me this?

Du Yan: Yes, aren't you shocked?

Song Qichen was speechless.

-Shock.

– and even more shocking

– Do you want to see the red exclamation point?

Song Qichen finished the three shocking sentences with a sullen face, then opened Du Yan's profile picture in shock, and then dragged him into the blacklist in shock.

Bubble Bobble here I come, hehehe.

Du Yan was sitting in the fourth classroom of Li, with one leg propped on the empty chair next to him, typing with his mobile phone.

– What is the red exclamation point?

The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.

Accompanying this sentence is a red exclamation mark next to its own speech bubble.

– fuck me?

The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.

– You blocked me again?

The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.

- let me out i warn you

The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.

"..." Du Yan stared at the phone screen in disbelief, pulled off the collar of the boy at the front desk, and showed him the chat history, "He blocked me again, he actually blocked me again?!"

The boy was from Class Nine before, and had acquainted with Du Yan a few times. If I remember correctly, his name should be Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng glanced at Brother Yan, and swallowed hard, "But...then what?"

"Do I have to deal with him?" Du Yan said viciously.

"Yes," Wu Cheng said tremblingly, "it must be cleaned up."

"You think so too, don't you!" Du Yan was agitated and exerted all his strength on his hands.

"Yes, yes, it's too much!" Wu Cheng felt that he was going to suffocate, "But Brother Yan, who is this person?"

Du Yan's remark to this person is only two letters "CC". I don't know which girl Yan brother has taken a fancy to. With such a temper, he dared to block him.

Incredible.

Du Yan glanced at him, let go of his hand, and said slowly: "You should know him, Song Qichen."

"..." Wu Cheng hesitated for a moment, and silently apologized in his heart to Song Qichen, who he imagined to be a girl, "Brother Chen's words...or forget it."

Du Yan: "..."

Song Qichen's dormitory is on the third floor. The accommodation conditions in the No. [-] Middle School are good. It is a room for four people, with bed and desk.There is a small balcony and private bathroom, and even a washing machine and air conditioner.

Two people from the same dormitory as him came, and Song Qichen didn't know him, so he probably wasn't someone who likes to be lively.

After the three of them nodded to each other, they began to pack their things silently.

During this process, the person in the fourth bed did not show his face for a long time.

Song Qichen didn't bother to care who he shared a dormitory with, it didn't matter who he was.

After packing up his things, Song Qichen went directly to the classroom.

Class [-] is on the far side of the first floor.

Director Chen was already standing in the classroom, and there was a group of good young men who wanted to talk but didn't dare to pretend to be reading and blushed.

Among this group of good boys, Song Qichen immediately saw Du Yan sitting leisurely in the penultimate row, leaning against the window with his legs dangling.

Song Qichen squinted his eyes. If he read correctly, what was on the table next to this person was his schoolbag?

If I read correctly, what this person is stepping on is the stool that he is about to sit on?

Ok.

Song Qichen raised his hand and knocked on the door, and walked slowly to the back row under the gaze of Director Chen's kind smile and reflective glasses.

From the corner of the eye, he saw Song Qichen approaching, and Du Yan let out a soft hum from his nostrils just enough for him to hear, retracted his legs, then turned his head, resting his chin on his palm, and looked out the window.

Look like I don't want to talk to you, you'd better not bother me.

Song Qichen: "..."

There was a neat stack of small squares of paper half the size of a palm on the table. Song Qichen sat down, picked up the small squares and slowly opened them.

He moved very slowly, during which he glanced at Du Yan, but Du Yan was determined not to look at him, and continued to stare out the window in a daze.

Especially like a neuropathy who got up too early this morning and had a stiff neck.

After the paper was flattened, Song Qichen stared at the content on it in a daze.

On the white paper, I carefully drew an exclamation mark with a red pen, and it was obvious that I drew very hard. There were several marks on the circle that almost penetrated the paper, leaving a few raised lines.

Song Qichen sighed, and thought it was a little funny.

The sulking Du Yan is still kind of cute.

Du Yan put his schoolbag in the table hole, Song Qichen reached in and touched it, and took out a fountain pen.

Song Qichen lowered his head and wrote a few words on the paper, refolded it and threw it on Du Yan's desk.

Du Luozhenyan finally twisted his noble neck, and unfolded the paper with an indifferent expression.

Although Song Qichen could tell that he was holding back his laughter.

"Brother Yan, are you angry?"

Du Yanyun took Song Qichen's pen lightly, swiped it a few times, and threw it back for him.

Not stacked this time.

"No."

Just one word, very cold.

Song Qichen raised his eyebrows, took the pen from Du Yan's hand and bowed his head to write.

without?Are the punctuation marks of Qi coming out yet?

"Two choices, treat you to dinner at noon"

Just now when Du Yan was touching the pen on his desk, he fished it twice before taking it. In order to prevent such an embarrassing thing from happening again, Song Qichen thoughtfully handed him the paper and the pen.

Du Yan took the pen and paper and quickly wrote the reply.

"Don't eat."

"Then there is only a second choice."

"?"

"Let's have a fight after class, the back door of the school"

After this message was passed on, Du Yan did not reply to the letter for a long time.

Song Qichen turned his head and saw Du Yan staring at him in shock.

Song Qichen tried his best to control the corners of his mouth so that it wouldn't rise, and asked indifferently with his mouth: "Which one to choose?"

Du Yan was stunned for a long time, and finally slapped the table and shouted: "Eat!"

When this voice came out, not only Song Qichen didn't expect it, but the whole class turned their heads around.

Director Chen was obviously taken aback. Song Qichen saw him open his mouth and then close it again.

Probably wanted to swear, but couldn't think of words for a while.

After standing still for a few seconds, Director Chen pointed at them, "Du Yan! Song Qichen!"

"Here!" Du Yan calmly raised his hand, and the chair jumped up.

Song Qichen also stood up, he didn't know whether to admire Du Yan's thick skin or his reaction speed.

"..." Director Chen choked, obviously not yet fully adapted to being a class teacher for a student like Du Yan, "Don't bother me, go out and stand."

Du Yan grinned at Director Chen and pushed Song Qichen out.

The official start of school is in the afternoon. At this moment, the other classes are still in a chaotic and unattended state, and there are quite a lot of people in the corridor.

Du Yan and Song Qichen stood at the door like door gods.

These two people are very eye-catching, and Du Yan knows many people, and those who come and go, those who do not know each other, will take a few glances here.But due to Director Chen's majesty, no one greeted them.

"Fuck." After standing silently for a few minutes, Du Yan couldn't help laughing.

Song Qichen turned his head to look at him for a while, but didn't hold back his laughter, "Damn it."

"Bring me to lunch." Du Yan said with a smile.

"Ah." Song Qichen nodded, leaning back against the wall.