I want this sand sculpture

Wan Xu:? ? ? ? ?

The other side answered quickly, throwing him a row of question marks.

-...

Wan Xu: No, it was a bit sudden. Boss, did you do something wrong again?

- It's a bit complicated, I can't type it clearly

Wan Xu: All right, send me a message when you arrive, and I will pick you up

- You don't go to class?

Wan Xu: It’s as if you weren’t the one who took me to skip class before

-...

Song Qichen used to have a few very close friends. They played together since they were young, and they also hung out in a junior high school in the west of the city.Later, except for the top student Song Qichen and the wealthy Wan Xu, no one continued to study. Wan Xu's family moved directly to the east of the city, so the group dispersed.

Although we don't see each other often, our friendship is still there.

"T City No. [-] High School Station is here. Passengers who want to get off the bus, please take your belongings and get off through the back door. Please be careful when opening the door..."

The arrival reminder woke up Song Qichen from his drowsy state. He moved his legs, frowned, and his legs felt a little numb after sitting in one position for a long time.

A few seconds later, the car body shook slightly and stopped in front of the bus stop opposite No. [-] Middle School.

Song Qichen grabbed his schoolbag and got out of the car, hesitating whether to send Wan Xu a message.

It's all at the door, take a fart.

-I have arrived

Wan Xu: Where have you been?

- at the gate of your school

Wan Xu: ...

- Didn't you know that there is a bus stop sign opposite your school?

Wan Xu: I have never taken a bus...

Wan Xu: You can’t blame me, right?

-...

Wan Xu: Well, you just wait there, I'll be there in 2 minutes

-...

It is now three o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun happens to be at its strongest.

Song Qichen picked a shaded place, leaned against the tree and looked across the road. If there were no accidents, it should be the place where he will live for more than two years.

No. [-] Middle School is not the best high school in T City, but it should be regarded as the key point. The school spirit and discipline are several grades higher than that of No. [-] Middle School.

But it does look a little... luxurious...?

Song Qichen looked at the golden "Second Senior High School" on the top of the gate, and the small fountain with the statue of Confucius facing inside the big iron gate, and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.

The principal of No. [-] Middle School has a unique aesthetic.

After more than ten minutes, when Song Qichen was so impatient that he wanted to go in directly, he finally saw Wan Xu trotting over from the side of the school.

"Brother Chen!" Wan Xu waved at him from a distance.

Song Qichen raised the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, and raised his arm and waved vigorously at him.

"I miss you so much!" Wan Xu rushed to him, and was about to hug him with one arm.

Song Qichen reacted very quickly, quickly dodged to the side, wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Sweaty, stay away."

"Fuck," Wan Xu smiled, "You still have so much shit."

"You haven't gotten used to it yet?" Song Qichen raised his eyebrows.

"I can't get used to your indifference to me." Wan Xu said, covering his chest with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, his eyes were full of sadness, and he looked pitiful.

"Get lost," Song Qichen kicked him, "Take me in?"

"Success, let's go." Wan Xu retracted freely, holding his neck and walking to the side path, "Hey, what's the matter with you? Why did you suddenly come to No. [-] Middle School?"

"It's nothing, I'll tell you later." Song Qichen looked at the school gate that was getting farther and farther away from him, and paused, "Aren't you going through the main entrance?"

When Wan Xu heard this, he turned his head and glared at him: "Uncle Song, I skipped class, and you let me go through the main entrance to be arrested?"

Song Qichen glanced at him sideways, but said nothing.

Wan Xu was talking about things in school along the way, probably some campus legends, who fought very hard, who returned to the top of the grade in the exam, Song Qichen didn't listen carefully, and interrupted a few words from time to time.

The two of them bypassed the school and arrived at the fast back door. The surrounding scenery gradually became dilapidated, forming a stark contrast with the resplendent and high-end front door just now.

Near the back door was a low, broken wall with a pile of broken bricks underneath, and the top of the wall seemed to be a head taller than Song Qichen.

"It's here." Wan Xu let go of Song Qichen, walked back and forth in front of the wall twice, and then began to grope for a point of leverage to climb over the wall.

"..." The corners of Song Qichen's mouth twitched slightly, he couldn't turn the corner, "Do you still have a place like this in your school?"

"Ah?" Wan Xu stopped touching the wall, "Oh, actually our school is very poor."

"...I really didn't see it." Song Qichen said.

Song Qichen looked at Wan Xu's unskilled movements, and wanted to say that he didn't need to be so troublesome, and he could jump up the wall with just a little bit of jumping.Afraid of hurting Wan Xu's self-esteem by speaking out, he finally leaned against a nearby tree and said nothing.

"It's here!" Wan Xu groped for a long time, and finally said to Song Qichen with a sunken wall, "You step on this later..."

"Hey! The one in front—"

Before Wan Xu finished speaking, he was cut off by a sudden voice behind him.

Song Qichen reflexively leaned to the side, and before he had time to look back, he saw a blue and white with a little red shadow flying past him at a very fast speed, kicked twice and went straight to the top of the wall .

The man squatted on the top of the wall, turned his back to them and said "thank you" slightly, and then jumped down again. The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, quite skillful.

Song Qichen squinted his eyes at the wall where the man was just now.

That side face seemed a bit familiar.

But before he could figure it out, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps from the other side of the wall, followed by a tenor roaring: "That, the one who jumped off the wall! Stop! Why are you running!"

"I didn't jump..." The man tried to defend himself.

"You haven't jumped yet? If I couldn't hear you yelling from 800 meters away, today's inspection really made you slip away!" The tenor paused, then changed the topic, "There are still people outside the wall! Come in!"

Wan Xu: "..."

Song Qichen: "..."

When Song Qichen and Wan Xu jumped off the wall and stood in front of the dean, they felt that life was full of surprises.

Not to mention that he was caught as skipping class on the first day he came to school, and the half-red-haired boy who stood with them in a good mood was the one he wanted to beat up a few days ago.

It's a small world.

"Tell me, what are you doing here again?" The director put his hands behind his back, made the three of them stand in a row, and walked back and forth in front of them, making the three of them dizzy for a while.

However, no one answered.

"You, tell me, why did you go there?" The director pointed at Du Yan, "Let me grab you eight times in half a month, you are really good at memorizing, huh?"

"No, no, just seven times." The boy grinned and waved at the director.

"Don't play around with me! Be serious!" The director burst out angrily, "Say, what are you doing today?"

"I went to buy cakes for my sister." He smiled and said seriously.

"Tell the truth! Five times out of the eight times I touch you, I will buy cakes for your sister. Where are the cakes?"

"Pfft—" Before the boy could speak, Wan Xu couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at, serious! Stand up straight!"

Wan Xu held back a smile and straightened his body.

Song Qichen was frowning and thinking about why he had to climb over the broken wall when he was placed in a good gate and didn't go out. From the outside, he looked like a good boy who kept his own way, reflected on his mistakes and didn't attract attention-but obviously he attracted him in other ways. Director's attention.

"And you! Where's your school uniform?"

"I..." Song Qichen wanted to say that I didn't have a school uniform.

"Come on, don't talk about it, I'm too lazy to listen to your explanation," the director rubbed his temples, "Old rules, [-]-word self-criticism, read it at the morning meeting next week."

"I don't..." Song Qichen still wanted to work hard, and he had never done such a thing as writing a self-criticism when he first came to school.

"You don't have anything, don't you? Don't argue with me!" The director glared at him, "Okay, go back to class, and be more honest in the future! Do you hear me?"

"We promise we will never be caught by you again!" the boy said loudly, and he dragged Song Qichen and Wan Xu out before the director scolded them again.

This day is really a fucking surprise, Song Qichen, who was dragged away, tried his best to suppress the Wuminghuo who was rushing upwards, so he thought.

"Hey, Brother Yan, don't run away—" After running for a while, Wan Xu was a little tired, and shouted at the people in front of him at the top of his voice.

The boy called Brother Yan let go of the two of them, and rushed forward a few steps before stopping. After standing still, he turned around and looked at the two of them.

Only then did Song Qichen take a serious look at the young man.

The black hair is slightly curly, with a few wisps of flamboyant red, and the skin is normally fair and healthy.The double eyelids are deep, the eyes are clear, and the bridge of the nose is straight.The boy is tall and slender, and he doesn't look fat or thin.

The blue and white school uniform jacket can be hung on the body, because more than half of the zipper fell off during the running just now, revealing the black T-shirt inside, a pair of casual pants on the lower body, and a red rope hanging around the left ankle .

He is the type of sunny boy who is very popular with girls, and he is mainly handsome.

But Song Qichen was not in the mood to appreciate the handsome guy.

Because this handsome guy's eyelashes trembled slightly, his vermilion lips parted slightly, and he said three words: "Poor little...?"

"..."

"You, do you know how to fight?" Song Qichen raised his chin, and he heard the sound of bones cracking when he clenched his fists.

I don't know what these three words hit him, and made him give up patience. In short, Song Qichen is in a bad mood now, so he decided to realize what he said a few days ago.

I can't tell the reason, but it's definitely not because this person said he was ugly.

Anyway, he just can't hear the words "little pitiful", you are the fucking poor.

"...Huh?" Before Du Yan could figure out what was going on, Song Qichen had already rushed forward.

Song Qichen didn't know what he was thinking, obviously all these things had nothing to do with the person in front of him, but his fist was already swung over faster than his brain.

Maybe it was because he saw himself at his weakest, maybe it was because he had encountered something that he had never told anyone before, maybe it was because Du Yan's smile was too dazzling, Song Qichen could only hear every sound in his body. The cells are clamoring for a fight.

All the way to solve the problem is to fight.

For a moment, that frightening restlessness and confusion surrounded him again.

Then the remaining rationality reminded him that he hadn't come out from the previous period of repressed anger.

It was suppressed for so long that it lost control when it exploded.

Song Qichen hasn't lost control for a long time. He has consciously restrained his emotions since junior high school.It's just that this period of time has been too bad, worse than ever, so I started the berserk mode after a long absence.

Want to vent, want to roar, want to escape.

Say goodbye to your old life in this way.

Just hit it, anyway, I am a person who has nothing to do.

No need for a reason.

Du Yan was taken aback by Song Qichen who was rushing towards him with red eyes suddenly, he dodged to the side reflexively, and was wiped by him against the left side of his cheek.

"Hey fuck, what are you doing?" Du Yan touched his face that was about to swell, and turned sideways to avoid another punch from Song Qichen.

"Brother Chen!" Wan Xu was also taken aback, yelling to come up and try to pull him away, "Calm down!"

Song Qichen pursed his lips tightly, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were a little red.

He stretched out his hand to block Wan Xu's arm, grabbed his backhand and twisted it again, and Wan Xu screamed in pain, "It hurts, hurts, I'm fucking Song Qichen, are you fucking crazy?!"

Song Qichen ignored him, and rushed towards Du Yan again.

Du Yan, who was beaten for no reason, was also a little annoyed at the moment. Song Qichen fought fast, accurate and ruthless, without any unnecessary movements, and his posture was simple and rough, yet capable and beautiful.

Du Yan backed away while avoiding his movements, seeming a bit overwhelmed. He backed up until his back touched the wall, and when he saw the right moment, he rushed forward to meet Song Qichen's fist. Press to the wall.

Before Song Qichen came back to his senses, Du Yan quickly switched positions, put his elbows on his neck, and pressed his whole body against him to ensure that Song Qichen's movable parts would not be exerted.

Du Yan moved his face close to the boy's, almost head-to-head with him, looked at his bloodshot eyes from anger, and squinted, "Are you fucking sick?"

Du Yan suppressed his voice, panting a bit like running and fighting just now, his tone was full of danger.

Song Qichen didn't speak, and looked up at him.

They said they were looking at each other, but Du Yan felt that he didn't look at him at all.

Unfocused and empty.

Is this fucking in a daze?

Du Yan sighed in his heart, and added some strength to his hands.

Wan Xu watched anxiously, not knowing what to do.His physique is not very good, and he belongs to the type of person who shouts cheers and informs the police by the side of the fighting station, so he can't count as a supercharger.Now these two big men with the top two fighting power in his eyes are fighting in front of him, and he doesn't know who to cheer for for a while...

Although he, Brother Yan, didn't do much the whole time.

If there was a real fight, with the strength of these two people, it would definitely not be as simple as writing a review.

"Hey, Wan Xu," Du Yan turned his face to him, frowned and roared, "What's wrong with this guy—what's wrong—fuck!!"

The pitch of the last few words of Du Yan's pain turned a few turns, and he could sing a song with a few more turns. The sudden burning pain in his neck made him almost let go.

This bear thing actually bit his neck!

Fuck!

Du Yan withdrew his upper body and pushed his neck back with his elbows, but the teeth on his neck did not move.

Bite again so that the mother bleeds!

Du Yan couldn't push him away, he was anxious and hurt, he stared, gritted his teeth, lowered his head and bit Song Qichen's shoulder.

……

Wan Xu looked dumbfounded at the two people biting each other's necks, and didn't quite understand this wave of operations.

Is this how you guys fight?

After hesitating for a long time, he finally took out his phone and pressed the camera button on this rare scene.

"Crack".