I want this sand sculpture

The fan above the head was turning round and round, making creaking sounds, and the aroma of pen and ink fermented in the bookcase lingered on the tip of the nose for a long time. Three teenagers over the wall stood side by side in the dean's office, facing the sun, feeling the warmth.

I also feel Director Chen's anger.

"You're very thoughtful. Did you climb over the wall on the first day you came to school?" Director Chen pushed his glasses.

"..." Song Qichen didn't speak, and glanced at the two unrelated people beside him who were holding back their laughter from the corner of their eyes.

Du Yan is obviously a frequent visitor here, with a relaxed and comfortable expression on his face, he stood there casually with his hands in his pockets, quite a bit of the school is my family's noble consciousness.

In layman's terms, it is thick-skinned.

Song Qichen also stood uprightly, after all, he was the one who came here on his own initiative.

Wan Xu couldn't reach the level of the two of them. He lowered his head and stood straight, with his hands crossed in front of him.

"Go through the admission procedures first," Director Chen sighed, "There will be no less review next Monday. When will you children let me stop worrying?"

"...Okay." There was no way to escape the review, Song Qichen nodded resignedly.

Seeing Song Qichen deflated, Du Yan didn't hold back, and laughed twice.

"Laugh! What are you laughing at?" Director Chen pointed at Du Yan, "It's you, still laughing! Du Yan, right? You write two thousand more words."

"Oh no," Du Yan stopped laughing, "What's none of my business?"

"What are you talking about? It's only been a year and you can see for yourself how many troubles you have caused! If I don't stop you, will you demolish the school next time?" Director Chen was furious, "And your hair, hurry up and dye it back for me, every day in class it makes me angry. Students should look like students, stand up straight!"

Du Yan gritted his teeth at Director Chen, retracted his legs and stood at attention.

Director Chen was still talking, but Du Yan didn't listen, or he forgot when he turned around.He squinted his eyes comfortably under the sun, and turned his head to glance at the expressionless Song Qichen.

The young man lowered his head slightly, his side face was beautiful, and it glowed softly under the sun.Because of the close distance, the fine fluff on his face can be seen clearly, which is a bit transparent and warm yellow.

When Song Qichen was not sick, he had a desolate aura of not being close to others. It was not the desolate kind of aloofness, but the kind of feeling that people would not want to approach after seeing it. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as dangerous, but it is short of writing on the forehead. The four characters of "bad temper" are on it.

Although he is good-looking, but those pair of calm or irritable eyes glance at you so often, he doesn't need to speak, and he is so scared that he has no thoughts.

But now, this dangerous boy who was being lectured by the director looked a little obedient with the corners of his eyes drooping.

Du Yan was taken aback and clicked his tongue inwardly.

How could I have such a terrible idea?Du Yan recalled the bite he gave himself, and felt that this person might have some mental problems.Sure enough, all good-looking people are crazy? In fact, he occasionally feels that he is not normal.

Du Yan withdrew his gaze and shook his head, throwing out the messy thoughts inside.He started to feel sleepy after standing for a long time, he couldn't help but yawned lightly, and successfully shifted Director Chen's firepower to his side.

This day is over.

Du Yan replied "Yes, you are right", while rolling his eyes in his heart.

Song Qichen was inserted into Class [-] of Senior High School. Director Chen let them out. It was the last class in the afternoon after all the formalities were completed.

Holding his schoolbag, he followed Du Yan and Wan Xu to the first floor.

"I'm going back to class first, call me if you need anything." Wan Xu stood at the stairs and said goodbye to Song Qichen. He was in Class [-], and the classroom was on the first floor.

"Well," Song Qichen nodded, "Okay."

"Let's go, Brother Yan." Wan Xu waved to Du Yan again, turned around and ran out.

Du Yan also waved at him, watched him run away, then turned his head to Song Qichen and said, "Let's go?"

"Ah," Song Qichen was a little dazed, "Aren't you going back to work?"

"I'm also on the third floor." Du Yan said and shrugged.

Song Qichen glanced at him, said nothing, and walked up the stairs.

"Hey," Du Yan chased after him, "Slow down, do you know where you are?"

Song Qichen stopped, stood sideways on the stairs, and made a gesture of please.

Du Yan cleared his throat, swayed and walked in front of him, humming.

Class [-] is at the stairs on the third floor, just around the corner when you go upstairs.

Song Qichen stood by the door and nodded to Du Yan as farewell, then turned around and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in!" said the teacher at the door.

Song Qichen opened the door. This is an English class. The English teacher is a short and fat female teacher who looks quite young.

"Song Qichen, right?" She smiled, "Your homeroom teacher told me you're coming, come in quickly."

"Yeah." Song Qichen licked his lips at her, and followed her onto the podium.

The more than 40 eyes below focused on him, curious, probing, accompanied by whispered discussions that seemed to be nothing.

Song Qichen was a little uncomfortable, and unconsciously squeezed the strap of his schoolbag.

The young man on stage had a desolate demeanor, his black hair obediently resting on his head, which made his skin fairer. The simple dress did not look thin, but gave him a clean air.He pursed his lips slightly, frowned slightly, and his dark eyes were as pale as still water.The knuckles holding the schoolbag were slightly white, and looked a little nervous.

It's such a face that you can't take your eyes off it.

The girls in the audience were a little restless.

"This is a new student from our class. Your homeroom teacher is busy, so let me help you receive it." The English teacher knocked on the table, and the class gradually became quiet. She turned to Song Qichen, "Let me introduce myself. "

Song Qichen responded, hesitated for a while, and said, "I... Song Qichen."

After speaking, he opened his mouth and closed it again.

He is not used to speaking in front of so many people.

The class is as quiet as a chicken.

The English teacher was a little embarrassed: "That's it, no more?"

"Ah," Song Qichen thought for a while, "It's gone."

"..."

"Cool!" Du Yan's voice came from the window.

Song Qichen was startled, turned his head to look over, and saw Du Yan lying on the window sill, half leaning in, clapping and whistling at him.

Song Qichen wanted to say that I didn't know him.

"Du Yan!" The English teacher changed her face in an instant. She slapped the table and stared out the window at the troubled boy who didn't know what to think. "Why are you here if you don't study well? Go back to your own class!"

"I'm passing by a bathroom," Du Yan smiled and retracted his body, laughing, "I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now."

Du Yan's classroom is next door, Class [-].

This class is the class of Dong Ge, the head teacher, but Dong Yan said yesterday that he has something to ask for a day off today, so Du Yan dared to wander into the classroom leisurely.

Du Yan walked through the back door. When he opened the door, the originally noisy classroom fell silent. Everyone pretended to be serious and stared at the math papers on the table. Some people still had their phones on their laps that they hadn't taken back in time.

Du Yan couldn't help laughing, and cleared his throat: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Fuck, Brother Yan? Why are you here at this time..." Huang Yubin saw who was coming, and threw the pen that he had held upside down in a hurry on the table, "I thought Brother Dong, I was shocked."

Finding it wasn't Dong Yan, the class became lively again.

Du Yan raised his eyebrows, walked to Huang Yubin and sat down.

"What's on your neck?" Huang Yubin asked in shock when he saw the tooth marks on Du Yan's neck.

"Ah," Du Yan stretched his legs and squinted at him, "What do you think?"

"Fuck, it can't be..." Huang Yubin pointed at him, the expression on his face became even more shocked, "It's amazing!"

"Ah?" Du Yan looked at him in confusion.

"When did you get a girlfriend and you didn't tell me?" Huang Yubin asked.

"Ah?" Du Yan was even more confused.

"On your neck!" Huang Yubin lowered his voice and carefully looked around, "Tsk tsk tsk."

"..." This is a fucking fight!

"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over," Huang Yubin shook his head, "Once you get a girlfriend, how many girls in our school will rush to jump off the building!"

Du Yan rolled his eyes, ignoring him.

When Du Yan had nothing to do in class the next day and opened the school post bar, he found this post——

【Shock!Du Yan, the No. [-] middle school brother, suspected that he had a girlfriend, said an insider who did not want to be named! 】

The number of clicks and readings hit a new high this month.

Du Yan clicked in and took a quick glance. The whole post didn't even have a photo. It all relied on the poster's words to write the story. In the end, it even turned into a joke with Du Yan as the hero.

What the hell is this?

The corner of Du Yan's mouth twitched, and he looked at Huang Yubin, who was drooling and sleeping on the table, and deeply doubted whether this idiot was a small bar owner.

The school ethos of the No. [-] Middle School is relatively open. Except for the mandatory dormitory in the third year of senior high school, the students in the first and second year of senior high school can freely choose to live on campus or go to school.Song Qichen thought that there were only two months left in the first year of senior high school, and planned to live on campus until the second year of high school.

Except for the sensational reading of the self-criticism with Du Yan and Wan Xu on Monday morning, Song Qichen's week in No. [-] Middle School was relatively peaceful.Although there will be some strange girls who come to visit him, and they have to get up half an hour early every day to catch the bus... He is not a good student in the traditional sense, but this is the chance of admission that Mr. Liu fought for, and he still tries his best No absenteeism and less trouble.

There is another reason, the head teacher of Class One and Nine is Director Chen himself.

One of the most unprovoked people in the legend of No. [-] Middle School.

So, when Wan Xu graciously invited him to play at his home on weekends, Song Qichen wanted to refuse.

"Come and play at my house on weekends. There are many things in the east of the city that I have never seen before." After school on Friday, Wan Xu muttered beside him.

"No..." I wanted to go back to sleep.

"We haven't seen each other for more than half a year! Brother Chen! Don't you miss the time you spent with your good brother every day?" Wan Xu interrupted Song Qichen and looked at him pitifully.

"I actually..." I don't really want to see you every day.

Wan Xu's voice was full of emotion: "My mother misses you, really."

"..." Your mother met me twice in total.

"If you don't say anything, you agree!" Wan Xu hooked Song Qichen's neck, "Then it's settled, call me when you arrive tomorrow!"

"..." Song Qichen closed his eyes resignedly, "Okay."

Saturday was a sunny and sunny day. Song Qichen sat on the bed for a long time, and finally brushed his hair vigorously. He got out of bed and stepped on his slippers to go to the bathroom to wash up.

He hesitated for a while before going out, and took a lollipop from the sugar bowl.

Recently, my sugar intake is insufficient, and I am very irritable, not good or bad.

When Song Qichen received the call, Wan Xu was sleeping soundly on the bed.He dazedly fumbled for the phone, completely forgetting that he asked Song Qichen to look for him with a faceless face yesterday: "Hey, who is it..."

"..."

"Talk, it's not sick if you don't talk on the phone..." Wan Xu was in a bad mood when he was woken up, and muttered in a low voice, planning to hang up the phone.

"Are you awake?" Song Qichen wasn't in a very good mood either.

"Ah..." Wan Xu blinked, thinking that the voice sounded familiar, he was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly came back to his senses, "Fuck, I've slept through it!"

"..." Song Qichen thought in his heart that I fucking saw it.

"Where are you?" Wan Xu quickly jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom while changing clothes.

Song Qichen stood on the side of the road and looked around with his mobile phone, hesitating for a while: "It's under a bus stop sign."

"..." Wan Xu forgot that this person is a road idiot, the kind who can't go home after two streets west of the city, "Is there any sign?"

"There is a fork in the road." Song Qichen replied seriously.

"Thank you, it's really useful information." Wan Xu rolled his eyes and squeezed the toothpaste onto the toothbrush, "Send me your location."

Song Qichen was squatting on the side of the road with a candy in his mouth, waiting for Wan Xu to come to pick him up. There happened to be a tree shade blocking him from the sun.

Half an hour ago, Wan Xu said that he would arrive in 10 minutes, and he decided to let Wan Xu live another 10 minutes.

Song Qichen waited bored, looked at the phone screen and didn't know what to do, so he just squeezed the phone with two fingers and turned around, staring up at the road with few cars in a daze, his posture was very similar to a local hooligan.

Then he spotted a slightly familiar red.

Du Yan was arguing with three or four people across the road, and there was a policeman standing beside him.

Why is it him again?Song Qichen recalled the previous few encounters with this person, and it seemed that they were not very happy.

It's really not a good time to go out today.Song Qichen bit the candy two or three times, stood up, patted his pants, turned around and left, planning to wait for someone in another place before Du Yan saw him.

But he was one step too late.

"Hey—Old Song!" Du Yan's voice was full of anger, which directly shocked Song Qichen's slinking footsteps.

"..." Song Qichen couldn't tell what mood he was in, but he was not very happy anyway.

He turned his head slowly, looked at Du Yan who was running towards him while waving at him with an expressionless or even indifferent face, followed by a few people he didn't know.

Du Yan stood still in front of him, patted his shoulder with one hand, panting, "What a coincidence, why are you here?"

"Ah," Song Qichen said inwardly, his face still expressionless, he raised his eyebrows behind Du Yan, "You seem to have something else to do, then I'll go first."

After speaking, he slapped Du Yan's hand away and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Du Yan ran two steps to stop him, wrapped his arms around Song Qichen's shoulders, and almost clung to his body, leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice, "Do me a favor."

At this moment, Du Yan was almost completely attached to Song Qichen's body. He could feel Du Yan's body temperature from running, and all the breath he exhaled when he spoke was sprayed on his ears.

Song Qichen was uncomfortable for a while, he moved his head to the side calmly, distanced himself from Du Yan, looked at him slightly sideways, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"They insisted that I stole things," Du Yan suppressed his voice, his eyes were filled with irritability, and he scratched his hair with the other hand, "I didn't fucking do anything, tsk."

"Hey, what are you doing!" A young man in a flowered shirt saw the two of them whispering for a long time, and impatiently came over and pushed Du Yan, "Don't fucking run away, lose money!"

Unprepared, Du Yan staggered a step forward, and suddenly became angry, "Don't fucking move your hands..."

Du Yan originally wanted to push back, but he didn't stretch out his hand before he finished speaking, and the floral shirt knelt on the ground in an extremely twisted posture.

Song Qichen kicked the flower shirt's leg, twisted his arm with one hand, and pressed down on his shoulder with the other hand.

"Fuck|Your mother! Who are you!" The flowered shirt couldn't move, and shouted at the top of his voice.

Hua Shirt doesn't look like a weak person, but now Song Qichen is pushing him to the ground and struggling, Du Yan can't help but think of the tooth marks on his neck, and deeply feels that he must not have used all his strength to beat him back then.

Gotta find a chance to thank him.