I want this sand sculpture

Thanks to the help of his bully boyfriend and his English listening comprehension, Du Yan did well in this final exam.

After the exam, there were two days off without homework. Du Yan followed Song Qichen to his uncle's house to see grandma, because Song Qichen probably wouldn't come home for the next six months.

They didn't tell the uncle's family in advance, and they knocked on the door directly with a bag of fruit and a carton of milk.

It was my aunt who came to open the door.

Seeing the two young men standing in front of the door, the aunt was stunned for two seconds before realizing it, and quickly turned to let them in, "Xiaochen, come in, come in, why are you here now? This is..."

The aunt curiously looked at Du Yan who was following behind, and took the things from their hands.

"Hello, auntie," Du Yan smiled, "My name is Du Yan, and I'm Xiaochen's classmate."

"Chen Chen is here?" Grandma heard the movement in the back room, and trotted over, "You are Chen Chen's classmate, what is your name Yan?"

"Du Yan, Grandma," Du Yan said, "My name is Du Yan."

"Yo!" Grandma stepped forward and grabbed Du Yan's hand, smiling very happily, "Hi Du Yan, what a name! This is the first time we Chenchen brought classmates home. Have you eaten yet? Do!"

Song Qichen was sitting on the sofa, smiling and listening, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable.

If grandma finds out that this is not his classmate...

"No grandma, we'll eat." Du Yan quietly came over and rubbed his back, "Don't worry about it, we have to go back later."

"Why are you leaving so early?" The aunt washed two apples for them, "Tell your uncle to buy a fish, the sweet and sour fish that my aunt just learned, your grandma said it was delicious, I will cook it for you later." You eat."

"No, auntie." Song Qichen took the apple and smiled, "We will be in our third year of high school next semester. Classes are tight, so we have to go back to catch up on work."

The little aunt sighed, "Well, what kind of child has been raised by the eldest brother and sister-in-law, I know that he should learn..."

"What are you talking about! Don't study and just play all day?" Grandma slapped my aunt and interrupted her, "Have they been in charge of things all these years? What do you mean they raised them?"

"Yes, yes, you raised what you raised." The aunt said with a smile.

Song Qichen gnawed on the apple with his head sullen. Although there was no expression on his face, Du Yan could tell that he was not very happy.

After eating an apple, they helped grandma drag around the ground, ran errands to buy a bag of vegetables, and then they left the uncle's house.

Unexpectedly, Du Yan received a message and money transfer from Du Guofeng the day before he got his grades.

The two of them were having a meal around the small tea table. Seeing that Du Yan didn't move after picking up the phone, and his expression was not very good-looking, Song Qichen frowned, "What's wrong?"

"My dad." Du Yan said.

"Huh?" Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, put down his chopsticks and stayed with him.

After two seconds, Du Yan smiled wryly, and threw away the phone, "I never thought that I will have to rely on him for the next year."

"Du Guo... What did Uncle Du say?" Song Qichen thought for a while, but still didn't call Du Guofeng by name directly.

"Why do you change your mind, Du Guofeng is Du Guofeng." Du Yan shrugged and sighed again, "He transferred money to me, and said he would completely ignore me when I graduated from high school."

Song Qichen didn't know how to take it. He felt that Du Yan would not want Du Guofeng's money, but judging from the current situation, if he didn't want the money, Du Yan would have to drink the Northwest Wind for the next year.

In the end, Song Qichen suppressed an "oh".

Looking up, Du Yan had already continued to eat, so Song Qichen also lowered his head and continued to eat the bowl of Du Yan's almost lumpy noodles.

After being silent for a long time, Du Yan smiled softly, "Do you think I'm quite useless?"

Song Qichen stopped his chopsticks again and did not speak.

"If we break up, we still have to get the money from him." After Du Yan finished speaking, he sighed again.

Song Qichen hesitated for a moment, stood up and entered the bedroom.

When he came out, he was holding a comic journal in his hand.

"Do you read comics?" Du Yan was taken aback.

"No," Song Qichen handed him the journal, "You turn to the last page."

Du Yan glanced at him suspiciously, and obediently turned to the last page.

Then he froze.

The last page of the journal is an announcement of the results of a contest calling for submissions, with the theme "Quietness".

The painting he gave to Song Qichen was placed in the second place, the author "Princess Du".

Therefore, the author named "Princess Du" got No.2 in this competition.

After being stunned for a long time, Du Yan raised his head with a shocked expression: "You..."

"Voted in May." Song Qichen smiled.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Du Yan asked.

"I wanted to give you a surprise," Song Qichen said, "Surprise?"

Du Yan looked at the journal and then at Song Qichen, "I'm so surprised."

Song Qichen pulled the cushion over, sat down next to Du Yan, tapped the floor with his fingers, "I think you are quite useful."

"Hey." Hearing this, Du Yan was immediately amused, "What do you mean?"

Song Qichen also smiled, and continued: "Well, you're actually pretty good, you just can't see it yourself."

"Really." Du Yan narrowed his eyes, pulled Song Qichen's hand over and squeezed it.

"Well," Song Qichen thought for a while, "but I can see it."

Du Yan didn't speak, and looked down at his fingers.

After a while, he turned his head abruptly and kissed Song Qichen hard on the mouth.

Song Qichen's grades were as good as ever, and he even got the first place in his grade this time.Although Du Yan is not outstanding, he has indeed made great progress compared to before. At least with the help of Song Qichen, he passed all the exams.

Director Chen was very happy and called them to the office again.

"No." Du Yan moved a chair to sit down, "Drink tea after the exam?"

"Do you care about your score?" Director Chen raised his eyes, mocked without hesitation, then took out a bag of tea from the drawer and shook it, "Do you want some tea?"

"Drink," Du Yan accepted the invitation very happily, "I haven't tasted the tea you made yet."

Director Chen glared at him, slapped the tea leaves on the table, and took out two disposable paper cups, "It's a good idea, let me brew it for you, and pour the water yourself!"

"Hey!" Du Yan laughed, took the paper cup and put some tea, then ran to the door to get hot water, brought it back and handed Song Qichen a cup.

"Isn't it hot?" Director Chen glanced at the two people obediently holding the paper cups, feeling a little helpless, "Stop holding them, put them on the table, and talk about business."

"Oh." The two agreed and put the cups on the table.

Director Chen changed his serious expression, "Do you know why you two were called here?"

"I don't know." The two shook their heads honestly.

"Do you know that the college entrance examination will be held next year?" Director Chen asked.

"I know." The two nodded.

"Hey, you two are pretty much on par," Director Chen laughed, "Have you thought about volunteering?"

"Ah..." Du Yan reached out and scratched his hair, "I never thought about it."

"It's not too late to think about it now," Director Chen said, and turned his gaze to Song Qichen again, "What about you, the pride of No. [-] Middle School?"

"Huh?" Song Qichen was taken aback.

"Your grades can reach H University, right?" Director Chen said, "How many H universities can our school produce in a year? What is the pride of you not being No. [-] Middle School?"

Song Qichen was silent for a while, then pursed his lower lip, "I want to get into Z University."

Director Chen frowned, "If you perform well in the college entrance examination, Z University is more than enough, so you really don't want to go to H University?"

"Don't think about it," Song Qichen said, "it's the biggest."

"Okay," Director Chen sighed, "What major do you want to study?"

"Psychology." Song Qichen said.

"Psychology? That's really better..." Director Chen hesitated, "Although the teacher shouldn't interfere with you, financial computers are better than psychology, and jobs are easier to find."

Song Qichen didn't speak.

"Then I'm the oldest." Du Yan, who was quiet for a long time, stretched.

"..." Director Chen was about to be pissed off by these two. He took a sip of tea and said, "Z University Art Academy's score is not low, have you figured it out?"

"Think it over," Du Yan also took a sip of tea, "It's the biggest."

"Okay," Director Chen was exhausted, "If I catch you in the future, I will beat you if you don't study."

"Okay." Du Yan agreed happily.

Director Chen asked Du Yan to go back first, and talked with Song Qichen alone for a while, but Song Qichen still didn't change his determination to take the Z University psychology exam.

After taking their grades, the prospective high school students have a short one-week vacation.

Although it is short and there are a lot of papers to be done, it is enough to satisfy them, because it is estimated that there will be such a long holiday only in the New Year.

The class committee of the fourth class organized a large-scale amusement park event, saying that it was the last relaxation before going all out, and received enthusiastic responses from the students of the fourth class.

Based on the idea that idleness is idleness, Du Yan dragged Song Qichen to participate in this event.

Counting the two of them, plus Wan Huang who never regarded themselves as outsiders and did not know where to get the news, there were a total of twenty people who came out to play, and the other twenty were forcibly kept by their parents. At home, the desperate days started early.

Du Yan only sent sincere condolences to those compatriots who could not come out on behalf of himself, and said that he would definitely take many photos and send them to the group to make up for their regret that they could not go.

Then he received more than 20 gracious responses: Fuck.

What an inspiring classmate.

After brushing the word "roll" for more than half a minute, Du Yan was lying on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hand, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up, his head resting on Song Qichen's leg.

Until a mysterious news appeared.

A Flower in Class Four: Brother Chen, come out and take care of Brother Yan! @Don't make me sleep

The group was quiet for three seconds, and then...

Sister Qin: Brother Chen, come out and take care of Brother Guan Yan! @Don't make me sleep

I'm a rookie: Brother Chen comes out to take care of Brother Yan! @Don't make me sleep

The strongest の♂: Brother Chen came out to take care of Brother Guan Yan! @Don't make me sleep

Little Fairy: Brother Chen, come out and take care of Brother Guan Yan! @Don't make me sleep

……

Du Yan choked, and almost hit his face with the phone he was holding.

At the same time, Song Qichen's cell phone vibrated crazily on the small coffee table.

Song Qichen frowned, slapped the paper on Du Yan's face, and reached for the phone.

Don't make me sleep: ?

Don't make me sleep: I let him do the questions

The group was silent for another three seconds.

Sister Qin: Wow.

Class [-] Yizhihua: Wow.

The boss took me: wow.

The strongest の♂: Wow what?

I'm a rookie: just repeat it

I'm a rookie: wow.

The strongest の♂: Wow.

……

Du Yan lifted the test paper on his face and glanced at the phone, "Wow."

"..." Song Qichen couldn't bear to lift him up, "Get out and do the problem."