I want this sand sculpture

On Monday morning, as soon as Song Qichen entered the classroom, he felt that the atmosphere in the whole class was a little abnormally excited. After sitting down for half a minute, he found the abnormal reason.

"We will have a sports meet next week!" Wu Cheng turned his head and said to Song Qichen.

Since talking about it last time, Wu Cheng's courage has grown a lot, and he doesn't tremble when talking to Song Qichen, and even turns around to chat with him when he has time.

Du Yan just pretended to be unhappy at the beginning, let Song Qichen coax him twice, and after Song Qichen threatened to beat him up if he was hypocritical, he calmed down.He is also very happy that Wu Cheng can have such a change.

"Huh?" Song Qichen replied a syllable, and took out four fried rice and a cup of red dates and soybean milk from Du Yan's table hole.

His deskmate and boyfriend, Du Yan, is lying on the desk and sleeping in the dark, with his head covered in his sleeves, and from time to time he groans loudly. It looks like he woke up early to buy him breakfast.

I told you not to take it...

Song Qichen's heart softened, and he gestured to Wu Cheng, telling him to keep his voice down.

Wu Cheng nodded and lowered his voice, "Sister Qin heard from the office that next week's autumn sports meeting was originally said to be cancelled, but the students from the student union won it for us."

"Student union?" Song Qichen frowned. He had been in No. [-] Middle School for so long, and he never knew there was a student union in this school.

"Oh, it's normal if you don't know," Wu Cheng moved towards Song Qichen, "Most people in our school don't know, and they usually don't care about things, just go for a formality. I didn't expect it to be so rigid this time."

Song Qichen nodded in understanding. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Director Chen entering the classroom. He quickly asked Wu Cheng to turn his head, and reached out to pat Du Yan who was still in his dream.

It has to be said that Du Yan reacted much faster in the dream than when he was awake. He felt that someone was patting him, and the force was not weak. He yelled, "Who!"

The stool knocked back because of his movement, and hit the table in the back row with a clear "clang".

Suddenly, the realization of the whole class was concentrated on Du Yan.

"..." Song Qichen withdrew his hand silently, it's better to pretend not to know him at this time.

Director Chen stared at Du Yan who was standing there with a murderous look in shock, and after half a second, "Du Yan."

"Ah?" Du Yan finally came back to his senses, and looked around the classroom in a daze. Finally, his eyes fell on Director Chen's face, "You called me?"

Director Chen took a deep breath, "If I don't call you who?! There is a second person named Du Yan in this classroom? Sleep, sleep, sleep all day long! Are you awake yet?!"

"Wake up wake up...wake up." Du Yan was so frightened that he stuttered.

Song Qichen couldn't hold back, he lowered his head and smiled.

"And you!" Director Chen turned the offensive and went straight to Song Qichen, a not-so-innocent eater, "What are you laughing at! Don't think that you can fool me every day because you have good grades!"

"..." Song Qichen suppressed his laughter, and slowly stood up, "I know teacher, I will pay attention in the future."

"Do you still want to have a future?" Director Chen knocked on the blackboard resentfully, "Get up, get up, go out and endorse—"

Driven by Director Chen, the students who were still half asleep in the class left the classroom moaning and holding books, and stood in small groups in the open space in front of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

"Aren't you sleepy? Come out and be sober." Director Chen stood at the front door of Class [-] with his hands behind his back, looking at the group of half-dead students, "Why are you staring blankly? Back!"

As a result, there were sparse endorsements from the small crowd.

"Speak up! Didn't eat breakfast!"

The sparse sound of endorsement turned into the sound of endorsement.

Du Yan likes this kind of morning reading, or he likes not having to sit in the classroom.He and Song Qichen stood at the back door of Class [-], leaning against the door frame, reading the English books in their hands bit by bit.

Of course, Song Qichen was the real one, and Du Yan was pretending.

"Take me a few words." After reciting for 5 minutes, Song Qichen couldn't stand Du Yan's foolishness, so he decided to try to "pull him", "Old Wu said to dictate in class."

Lao Wu is their English teacher this semester. He is a young but very strict male teacher. He must dictate when starting a new class. If he makes too many mistakes, he will be invited to the office for tea. The students in Class [-] are basically afraid of him.

"Okay." Du Yan accepted the task very happily. He flipped through the textbook, "Which unit is it?"

"..." Song Qichen said in his heart, Director Chen, I'm sorry for you, I'm afraid I won't be able to pull you back, with a lukewarm face, "Chapter 4. "

"Ready, let's start—" Du Yan picked up the textbook and cleared his throat, "First, persuasion."

"Persuade."

"ensure."

"Guarantee."

"It's amazing, next one, congratulations."

"Congratulation."

……

Du Yan recited all the words in the whole unit without getting tired, but Song Qichen only recited two wrong words, and he deliberately mentioned a few words in the next unit, and Song Qichen was able to recite them.

have a look!my boyfriend!It's so awesome!Du Yan is very proud.

The second quarter in the morning was English class. When Lao Wu walked up to the podium with the wind blowing, the students in Class [-] trembled three times.

Sure enough, after looking around in satisfaction, Old Wu made a voice like a devil: "Now take out a piece of paper, write your name on it, and let's dictate... what unit, the fourth unit, was it last week?" Did you have a preview!"

Old Wu also has a problem. When dictating, he likes to ask two people to write on the blackboard. This is nothing to students with good grades, and they may receive rare praise.But for the vast number of scumbags, going to the blackboard is tantamount to public execution.

Du Yan, as a typical student scum, was often called up to be punished, so when Old Wu called his name, Du Yan was not surprised at all, stood up calmly, patted Song Qichen, and motioned for him to ask for help. go out.

Before Song Qichen moved away, Old Wu said very understandingly: "Don't bother, you both come up, it happens to be a pair at the same table, and it's still a couple when you come up."

Song Qichen: "..."

Although reluctant, he got up obediently and walked to the podium.

When picking up the chalk, Song Qichen saw Du Yan on the other side of the blackboard smiling proudly at him, his lips tightly pursed into an upward arc.

Childish or not.

Song Qichen lowered his head and smiled softly.

"What are you looking at! You have words on your deskmate's face?" Old Wu interrupted the eye contact between the two on the stage with his voice.

The two quickly turned their heads to face the blackboard, picked up the chalk and marked a small dot on the blackboard.

"The first one, congratulations." Lao Wu never dragged his feet when he dictated, and he started right from the beginning. He spoke at a medium to fast speed, leaving only a few seconds for the students to react.

Song Qichen quickly wrote "congratulation" on the blackboard, the font was clean and beautiful.While waiting for the next word, he glanced sideways at Du Yan.

A line of ugly and distorted letters appeared on the blackboard in front of Du Yan, but the word was indeed correct.

Song Qichen was a little happy, and quickly turned around.

Dictation was not difficult for Song Qichen. When he finished writing twenty words, he still held chalk against the blackboard and waited for the next word.

"It's over, it's over, what are you doing, you don't want me?" Lao Wu looked at Song Qichen and smiled, and joked with him.

"Be willing to give up, let's go!" Before Song Qichen could speak, Du Yan snatched the chalk in his hand, threw it into the chalk box with his own, and pulled Song Qichen to his place.

"Okay, don't copy, hurry up and collect the students in the last row," Lao Wu clapped his hands on the podium, "Don't look up, let me see who looks up and go straight to the office!"

The frightened students who planned to sneak a glance at Song Qichen's answer shivered and buried their heads back.

"Okay," Old Wu collected everyone's dictation and shook it in his hand, "Now let's take a look at the answers of the two students on the blackboard. First, Song Qichen."

As expected, Song Qichen got all twenty words right.

"This word is beautifully written, you all should learn a little bit." Old Wu nodded with satisfaction, and gave the final evaluation.

Du Yan raised his chin proudly.

"Next, Du Yan's—" Old Wu frowned obviously when he saw Du Yan's writing, "I don't care if your writing is correct or not, you should write carefully first, it's too messy, it's too messy to go to heaven .”

"Got it—" Du Yan responded with a drawn out voice.

"The first word, congratulations," Old Wu picked up a chalk and drew a line under Du Yan's first line of letters, "That's right."

"Second, persuasion... is also correct."

……

Seeing the back, Old Wu's frowning brows were all relaxed, and even brought a little smile, because Du Yan only made five mistakes out of twenty words.

"Yes, Du Yan," Lao Wu tapped his fingers on the blackboard, "I've made great progress."

"So-so." Du Yan said modestly.

"Okay, keep it up."

Du Yan probably didn't have many opportunities to hear the teacher's praise. This whole class seemed to be full of energy, and he even listened carefully to half of the class.

While taking notes, Song Qichen spared half of his mind to think about the problem.

Du Yan made only five errors out of twenty dictation. Although this doesn't look like a good result, it is a huge leap compared to his previous level of twenty to five.

It’s nothing at all, and it’s easy to achieve if you study hard, but the problem lies here—Du Yan didn’t study hard at all, he didn’t even read the textbook carefully, he could spell these words only because he read them early. Song Qichen smoked and recited it again.

Just this time, he didn't even take the initiative to memorize it, he just memorized it.

What kind of incredible learning and memory ability is this? Song Qichen felt that he might not be able to do it himself.

Du Yan is definitely not incapable of learning, he should also know that his ability should not be like this.

But why?He just allowed himself to degenerate like this, hiding his infinite possibilities?

"It's not that he doesn't understand what our teacher said, but he doesn't want to understand."

Song Qichen remembered Director Chen's words on the day of class division.

Don't want to understand?why?

A bold idea suddenly appeared in Song Qichen's mind.

Because of Du Guofeng.

The author has something to say: the words are all made up by the author!

The author who has graduated from high school for many years really can't remember the word in the fourth unit of the English textbook =w=

Thank you all for your support, bows!