I want this sand sculpture

During the sports meeting, there is no need for evening self-study. At [-]:[-] pm, all the competitions on the first day are over.

Du Yan ran first in the 400 meters and went directly to the finals. Director Chen was in a good mood, so he paid out the money and asked a few class committee members to take the students out for a meal.

Of course, Wan Xu and Huang Yubin couldn't miss such a big bargain. They sneaked into the team of Class [-] as soon as they heard the news, and stayed there in a shameless manner.The members of the fourth group were quite familiar with these two, and they joked a few words without saying anything.

The place to eat was decided by Zhou Qin and his class committees. It was in a restaurant not far from No. [-] Middle School.Because there were so many people, Zhou Qin called first.It just so happened that the restaurant hall had just finished a round of wedding banquets, and there were no reservations for the evening, so they booked the hall—four large tables, enough for the forty people.

After getting along with each other for half a year, and some people for a year and a half, everyone's impression of Director Chen has changed a lot.Although the head teacher is strict with them and often has a straight face, but when it comes to critical moments, this middle-aged man is very reliable and will indulge them in some small tricks. Activities such as school celebrations and sports games are also fun with the students .

That evening, when Director Chen sneaked into their class and sang "Flag Opening" together, this green-faced director who had previously terrified all the students in No. [-] Middle School completely entered their hearts.

Du Yan, Song Qichen, Zhou Qin, the class committee members and Director Chen sat at the same table, and the two foreigners, Wan Xu and Huang Yubin, were also forcibly held here by Du Yan, under the pretense that if you want to take advantage, you have to be a bit of a challenge .

So Wan and Huang sat tremblingly opposite Director Chen, staring at Director Chen with their smiling eyes under the reflective lenses.

A group of half-grown teenagers usually appear to be well-behaved in school, but when they leave school, they become wilder than each other, just like Director Chen is a teacher in school, but he is an older buddy when he leaves school.

When they got to the dinner table, everyone forgot how much they weighed, and picked up the menu without even looking at it, and ordered indiscriminately.

"Do you want wine or drinks?" the waiter asked while holding the menu.

Luo Shengqiang originally wanted to be bold and ask for beer, but he glanced at Director Chen and shrank his neck silently, "Coke Sprite or something."

"Don't you want to drink?" Director Chen seemed to see what he was thinking, and his glasses flickered.

"Huh?" Luo Shengqiang was a little dazed.

Director Chen adjusted his glasses, "It's almost eighteen, it's time to practice."

Why don't you play your cards according to the routine? Hey!

After Luo Shengqiang was sure that his homeroom teacher was really laughing and not talking irony, his heroic energy instantly came up, "Then beer!"

The wine was served faster than the dishes, and within half a minute, two beers were placed on the side of each table.

After Du Yan passed the wine to everyone at the table, he took a can, tossed it up and down in his hand, and walked back to Song Qichen to sit down. He squeezed the beer in his right hand, opened the tab with his left hand, and lifted it up to the table. In front of Song Qichen.

Amidst the din of voices, Du Yan leaned closer to Song Qichen's ear, and said in a volume that only two people could hear: "Have a drink?"

All are talking, all have stories, and they mingle among these voices, telling their own stories.

Song Qichen took the beer, the body of the canned bottle was a bit cold, and the honey-colored liquid inside spilled a few drops with the alternation of his hands.He raised one eyebrow, Du Yan's face was reflected in his clear eyes, "Why don't you drink?"

Du Yan's Adam's apple twitched, he quickly looked away and opened a can of beer for himself, and took a sip with his head raised.Then he leaned over again, with red ear tips, "Do you remember, that day at your house..."

"I don't remember," Song Qichen slightly paused his hand holding the wine, his cheeks became hot instantly, he kept his voice steady, his face calm, and added in Du Yan's eyes that couldn't tell whether it was sad or angry, "You You can help me think about it."

Du Yan stared at him for a while, and Song Qichen moved his neck uncomfortably, before he smiled softly, "You are so cute, you will suffer."

Hearing that Song Qichen really wanted to beat him up.

I love your size!

Where did this rustic love story come from? !

You don't have the slightest threat to say this with a blushing face, okay? !

Although he was very excited inside, Song Qichen on the surface just gave him a polite look.

Of course, if one ignores Song Qichen's red ears and beating heart, this is just a simple white eye.

After waiting for less than 10 minutes, all the dishes were served. Before this, no one of the group of people moved their chopsticks in tacit understanding.

Director Chen was pushed and pulled up to the wedding banquet table in the hall before he could tear it off, and there was a microphone standing in front of it.Under everyone's urging and applause, Director Chen stood in front of the microphone. It was rare for him to feel embarrassed in front of this group of brats.

"What did I say?" Director Chen smiled, and asked Zhou Qin, the culprit, in some embarrassment.

"Anything is fine." Zhou Qin blinked.

"We love to hear what you say!" Du Yan leaned back in his chair and yelled lazily.

"Yes—" the class chirped and echoed, and then there was another burst of applause.

"Oh, I don't believe what you said," Director Chen said, "When did you bastards become so sweet?"

"It's always been sweet!" Someone yelled, and with the foreshadowing ahead, everyone became more courageous.

"Pull it down, you guys, I'll be alright if you don't get angry," Director Chen said angrily, "I'm a physics teacher, and I can't say anything nice. I knew I'd call your Teacher Liu here. If you want to hear it, then I Just say a few words."

The hall gradually became quiet. Everyone looked at the man on the stage and listened to him quietly.

"I have been with you for half a year, and I have punished you and scolded you. Sometimes it is really too much, but it's all because you pissed me off. The profession of teachers is almost becoming a high-risk profession. Sooner or later, I will vent my anger on you. Sick—"

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

"I don't expect you to understand us as teachers, as long as you don't hold grudges against me, don't see my car tire punctured by you one day when I get off work, and then I will catch you with an [-]-word review!" Chen said. The director said, "But what about me, I really hope that you will do well, get good grades in the exam and have a good future. You are still young and have a long way to go. The teacher hopes that you can make a breakthrough, work hard, and don't be afraid of failure. Just don’t call yourself sorry.”

The audience was silent for a while, and whoever shouted "Teacher, we love you" first, and then the whole hall was full of shouts of "Director Chen, we love you", "Chen Desheng, you are the best", and "Thank you teacher".

Director Chen smiled a little flattered. There is no teacher who does not want to be liked and trusted by his students. No matter how many of these shouts are true and how many are false, perhaps they will still fight each other in the days to come. Jumping, but this moment of confession is enough happiness for a teacher.

"Okay, okay, it's too early to wish you a bright future, don't thank me right now, we'll talk about it after you graduate." Director Chen said, "You still have to work in my hands for a year and a half, Don't be too arrogant."

After Director Chen finished his speech, he was surrounded by seats and toasted. He drank around the table for four rounds before calming down.Director Chen knew that he and the students here didn't have a good time, so he didn't stay for too long. He simply ate a few bites of food and said that he had to leave beforehand. Before leaving, he told them not to play too late. Well waiting to be packed.

Sure enough, as he expected, the moment Director Chen walked away, the group of teenagers who were shouting "Good teacher, we are obedient and definitely not crazy" almost immediately went into a crazy mode.

It's like being locked up for too long and suddenly released. I didn't eat much food, but I drank cans of wine one after another.

Finally got together for a meeting, the atmosphere was very good, Xu Min suggested to play a game.

Eventually, by unanimous agreement, they decided to play the oldest and simplest truth or dare at the party.

They moved the tables, and a group of people moved the chairs and formed a big circle in the middle of the hall.The rules of the game are very simple, send red envelopes in the group, grab the one with the smallest amount to ask questions or ask the one with the largest amount to do one thing.

After a few rounds, there were some innocuous questions or pranks. Song Qichen was a little bored. He rested his head lightly on Du Yan's right shoulder. The mobile phone poked open a red envelope just sent in the group.

1.88, definitely not him.

Song Qichen yawned lightly, exited and clicked in again, fixedly staring at the king of luck at the top—Princess Du.

Feeling the stiff body of the person next to him, he raised the corners of his mouth, smiled gloatingly, and swiped his fingers down.

The smallest amount was a girl he didn't know very well.

Song Qichen raised his head, glanced around, paused on the girl for a while, and then quickly moved away.

"Oh~" Xu Min happily patted the table behind him, "This time the king of luck is our Brother Yan, let me see, the youngest one is—Cici!"

Du Yan straightened up and smiled at the girl named Qianqian, "I choose the truth."

Liu Qian who happened to be sitting opposite Du Yan blushed, she bit her lip, and seemed to have made up her mind before she spoke: "Student Du Yan, may I ask...do you have someone you like?"

"Oh~~" As soon as this question was asked, there was a burst of booing and a few whistles.

"If so," Liu Qian blushed even more. She glanced at Du Yan and quickly lowered her gaze. The friend next to her patted her on the shoulder encouragingly, "Then... is she... at the scene?"

"Yo~~~" The booing became louder.

Du Yan was silent for a second or two, he pretended to glance at Song Qichen casually, the latter was watching him with a smile on his face, his cool fingertips gently clasped his palm disobediently.

He used a little force on the hand hidden behind the chair, and squeezed Song Qichen's indistinct fingers between his fingers.

Du Yan sat up a little bit, pursed his lips and smiled, and under the gossiping eyes of everyone, he spoke softly, with a lazy but firm tone: "I have someone I like, and I like him very much."

"He's right here."