I want this sand sculpture

The wall directly facing the No. [-] Middle School teaching building area is the school poster display wall, which can be seen from the first floor.Song Qichen and Wan Xu lay on the railing of the corridor to blow the air.

"...What?" Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, obviously not quite understanding what Wan Xu meant.

Wan Xu explained: "I'm asking, did you and Brother Yan, that is, Du Yan, quarrel? Or did you fight again?"

Song Qichen became more and more confused the more he listened, he thought for a while, and answered seriously: "No, I'm not familiar with him."

"That's weird..." Wan Xu frowned, showing doubts.

"What's wrong?" Song Qichen asked.

"I just got off my morning reading and wanted to go to the canteen to buy some snacks. I met Brother Yan on the way." Wan Xu said.

Song Qichen nodded: "Well, he's on the drawing board, and then?"

"How do you know?" Wan Xu was a little surprised, but didn't pay much attention, "Then I asked him if he wanted to have lunch together, and I said I would call you."

"Yes." Song Qichen responded.

"Originally when I asked him, he said to go," Wan Xu hesitated, and continued, "but when I said I would call you, he didn't go."

"..." Song Qichen suddenly remembered something.

"I also said that I was afraid that something wrong would make you angry and beat him," Wan Xu said, "You beat him again?"

Thinking of Du Yan's abnormal reaction in the morning, Song Qichen probably had a solid idea in his mind, and couldn't help feeling amused: "I didn't beat him up."

"Then how did he..."

"I don't know," Song Qichen interrupted Wan Xu coldly, "Class is about to begin."

"..."

noon.

When Song Qichen and Wan Xu came out of the teaching building, they immediately saw someone surrounded by a group of girls.

"Is it crooked like this?" Du Yan stepped on the stool, pressed the ruler to the position where the horizontal line was drawn on the top of the drawing paper, and asked vaguely with a paintbrush in his mouth.

One of the outstanding-looking girls put her hands on her hips, took two steps back and took a closer look, "It's a little crooked, a little bit to the right."

"Okay," Du Yan straightened the ruler, "Is that so?"

"Okay." The girl nodded, "Go eat here after painting, and make up the rest when you have time."

"Go and eat first, Sister Qin, I'll do it myself." Du Yan said while drawing a line.

"Do you want me to bring you something?" the girl asked.

"No, no, no, I'm not hungry," Du Yan said, and after thinking about it, he put his hands together and turned his head to make a prayer, "Can you take them away too, and surround me here to influence my performance."

The girls suddenly murmured "ah so cute" and "shy and handsome" in low voices.

The girl called Sister Qin burst out laughing, "I can't control this, I'm here to see you, Senior Colonel Du."

Du Yan smiled, turned his head and resumed his work, ignoring the group of girls.

"..." Song Qichen saw such a battle for the first time, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he asked Wan Xu next to him, "Is he always like this?"

"Ah? Who?" Wan Xu followed Song Qichen's gaze, "Brother Yan, he is handsome and has a good personality, so he is not popular. I think half of the children and girls in the school have a crush on him."

"That's it." Song Qichen nodded clearly, thoughtfully.

"It's okay." Wan Xu jumped up and put Song Qichen's shoulders on his shoulders, "Your spouse will have a crush on you when you come here. You really don't leave a way for us ordinary people to survive!"

"..." Song Qichen rolled his eyes, "It's better to say goodbye."

Wan Xu giggled, "Why are you asking Brother Yan?"

"It's okay," Song Qichen looked away, "Let's go eat."

When the two of them came back from the cafeteria after eating, Du Yan hadn't left yet, and when they turned a corner, they saw Du Mou with his flashing background and girl magnets.

Song Qichen said in his heart that this group of girls was also really persistent, each of them either brought water or snacks, and some directly ordered meals.

"Stop drawing Du Yan, let's rest for a while~"

"Yes, yes, you haven't eaten yet, I ordered a meal along the way, why don't you eat first?"

"I still have water, tell me if you're thirsty."

Du Yan was really annoyed by the noise. Although he had a flamboyant personality, he really didn't like being watched like this. He sighed, turned around and smiled, "Thank you, I'm really not hungry or thirsty, no need."

Then he caught a glimpse of Song Qichen who was looking at him from the corner of his eye.

The moment Du Yan met his eyes, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He put away his smile and continued working.

Gee.

I can't see how this man holds a grudge.

Song Qichen thought about it, and said to Wan Xu: "You go back first, I have something to do."

"Ah? What's the matter?" Wan Xu asked.

Song Qichen: "...Go to the bathroom."

Wan Xu was a little puzzled: "Isn't there a toilet on the first floor?"

"..." Song Qichen wanted to slap himself.

"I won't ask any more, so be careful." Wan Xu shut his voice truthfully, said goodbye to Song Qichen, and ran to the classroom.

Song Qichen was a little helpless, Wan Xu probably thought he was going out to fight again.

Am I really that bad-tempered?Obviously I'm pretty handsome too... Song Qichen thought about life while returning to the cafeteria.

Du Yan was a little depressed. In fact, he wasn't that angry at first. He just pretended in the morning. He didn't expect that this kid not only didn't say a word, but also ignored him!Du Yan felt that he had been greatly insulted, so he really started to sulk.

Especially after passing by him twice without saying hello, can't you see how hungry I am?What a careless friendship...

He raised his face and looked at the repaired blackboard newspaper, the damaged piece on it was almost repaired, the color of the new paint overshadowed the old one, and it looked a bit awkward.I really don't know which goddamn guy has nothing to do to tear up other people's paintings for fun, so he has to work overtime here in the hot weather.

It would be a lie to say that he is not hungry, and it is also a lie that he is not tired. No matter how strong Du Yan's physical strength is, it would still be unbearable for him to stand motionless on a stool for an hour under the sun.

What's more, he is still a young man who is growing up.

"Life is so difficult..." Du Yan muttered in a low voice, then raised his paintbrush to add new colors.

Then he felt the stool move under his feet.

"Fool, do you want some water?"

When the young man's cold voice came, Du Yan turned his head in surprise, and bumped into a bottle of Coca-Cola that was smoking white.

Song Qichen stretched out his arms to hold the Coke in front of his face, and just retracted one foot—probably just kicked the stool.For some reason, the girls behind him consciously gave way, and even walked halfway. This aura is really strong.

Du Yan opened his mouth, but before he could think of what to say, the bottle of Coke hit his lips.The cold body of the bottle carried some condensed water mist, and because of the movement, it gathered into water droplets and rubbed against the face, some of which slid in along the open mouth, refreshing for a while.

He subconsciously moved his Adam's apple, but he didn't want to touch Song Qichen's fingers pinching the body of the bottle.

The young man remained expressionless as usual, but Du Yan's originally calm mood became inexplicably flustered.

"Do you want me to unscrew it for you?" Song Qichen saw that he hadn't responded for a long time, and was a little impatient to wait, so he retracted his arm and asked aloud.

Du Yan came back to his senses, immediately jumped off the stool and stood opposite him, his eyes sparkling: "What are you doing here?"

Song Qichen: "I'm afraid you will starve to death."

"You care about me so much?" Du Yan completely forgot that he was still angry, and looked at the bottle of Coke eagerly, "Didn't you screw it up for me?"

"..." Song Qichen was once again overwhelmed by his brazenness, "You have no hands?"

Du Yan raised both hands, palms facing forward, and grinned: "My hands are dirty."

Song Qichen saw that the few pieces of paint sticking to his hands had lost their shape, so he unscrewed the Coke patiently and handed it to him.

Du Yan took the bottle and drank it vigorously.

The boy's fair skin was a little flushed by the sun, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with his movements.Water droplets mixed with sweat slid down the raised neck, and slowly slipped into the clothes through the collarbone.

Song Qichen silently looked away, and casually glanced at the girl who was holding up a mobile phone to secretly take pictures - he didn't want his picture to appear in tomorrow's school post bar at all.

The girl holding the phone shuddered, what was going on with this chilling aura...?

"Cool!" Du Yan swallowed most of the bottle in one breath, and stuffed the bottle back into Song Qichen's hand quite naturally, "It's better for Chenchen to treat me!"

Song Qichen paused for a moment, and the bottle in his hand before he had time to cover it changed shape in an instant. Song Qichen swung the bottle on him from the corner of his eyes, and the dark brown liquid spilled over his body.

"Don't fucking bark." Song Qichen gritted his teeth and said.

"Hey, hey," Du Yan yelled and hid back, laughing and adding fuel to the flames, "Why is there such a big fire, how nice is the dust... Big brother, brother, I was wrong, brother, don't hit me wrong I was wrong..."

The sun was very hot, and I don't know when there were only two teenagers left in front of the exhibition wall.

Wan Xu leaned on the window, looked out in horror at Song Qichen who was silently pumping his fists outside, and Du Yan who was laughing while being beaten, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Then he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Director Chen walking towards him with a dark face, and he was startled.Based on the lofty ideological consciousness of not abandoning his brother, Wan Xu opened the window regardless of his own safety and shouted: "The director is here!!!"

Then he quickly closed the window and ran back to his place, lying on the table and pretending to be dead.

Director Chen was taken aback by the sudden voice. He followed the voice and saw the slammed window. Then he turned around and the two men had already disappeared.

"Little bastard..." Director Chen was enraged immediately, and turned around and entered Class [-] and Class [-] of senior high school for half an hour of ideological education.

"Are you going out?" Song Qichen squatted on the ground in an extremely twisted posture, and asked Du Yan, who was at most five centimeters away from him, squatting in the same twisted posture.

"Wait a minute," Du Yan made a silent gesture, poked his head out cautiously to have a look, and lowered his voice, "It hasn't come out yet."

"..." Song Qichen rolled his eyes, his patience had almost reached its limit.He moved his ankle that was numb from squatting, and his upper body leaned forward slightly, ready to stand up and leave directly.

Du Yan was startled when he saw him stand up, and quickly grabbed his arm and exerted all his strength.

Getting up halfway, Song Qichen hadn't found his balance right now, so he fell directly to the ground after being dragged like this.

"Fuck me..."

Song Qichen was unprepared for such a fall, and the pain made his eyes a little bit golden.

Day, it's really hot.

Du Yan didn't expect Song Qichen to fall so easily. In order not to be discovered by Director Chen, he used all his strength when he just pulled.So when Song Qichen stretched out his leg and kicked him down, Du Yan finally realized his mistake with self-knowledge, and deeply realized that he might be beaten up later.

He leaned forward with his whole body, and kept his whole body from falling on Song Qichen by propping himself up on the ground with his hands.

It has been 10 minutes since Director Chen entered class one.Twenty minutes ago, Du Yan pulled out one ear in the midst of beatings to accurately capture the message conveyed by classmate Wan Xu. While Director Chen was in a daze, he nimbly pulled Song Qichen's wrist and couldn't even catch up with him even a hundred meters over the hurdles. The speed at the top... rushed into a handful of small bushes next to it.

"What are you doing?" Song Qichen was forced to squat down with Du Yan in the small space separated by the exhibition wall and the small bushes, not quite understanding why he was going crazy.

"Hush," Du Yan glared at him, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Director Chen entered the first class, "Shut up, wait until he leaves."

"Him?" Song Qichen leaned his back against a small bush, unable to see what was going on there, "Who?"

"Your head teacher." Du Yan said.

"..." Song Qichen nodded, "Oh."

Although he didn't quite understand why he kept hiding, Song Qichen miraculously squeezed in here with Du Yan for 10 minutes.

The atmosphere at the moment is a little delicate.

Song Qichen's entire upper body was lying on the bushes, it was flattened abruptly, and his back was painful.Du Yan lay on him hanging in the air, with his hands propped on the ground to barely separate a little distance, his face was facing Song Qichen's collarbone, and he could hit his chin as soon as he raised his head.

Song Qichen's face was completely darkened. While trying to suppress the urge to headshot the person on him, he was thinking about how to use a more humane method to silence him.

Du Yan shook his head, Song Qichen's collarbone was very picky, beautifully long, and the smooth lines extended to the inside of the collar.Du Yan silently looked away, the scene in front of him just now was a bit indescribable...pornographic?

He cleared his throat to regain his senses, and then he heard Song Qichen's clucking sound as he squeezed his fist.

"Don't be impulsive, impulsiveness is the devil," Du Yan decided to make a final struggle, "Brother Chen, calm down."

The distance was too close, and all the hot air from Du Yan's mouth fell on Song Qichen's neck when he spoke.

Song Qichen trembled imperceptibly, his original irritability became worse, and the small flame in his chest shot up again.

"I'll calm down your uncle." Song Qichen said.

When Director Chen came out of class one, he happened to see two people twisting and rolling out from behind a small bush.

Song Qichen knelt on Du Yan's body with his legs apart, his left hand grabbed his shoulder and his right hand locked his throat.

Du Yan was lying on the ground, raising his arms to push Song Qichen's shoulders.As if feeling something, Du Yan loosened his grip and leaned back against the ground with his head.

It happened to meet Director Chen's reflective glasses.

Song Qichen saw Du Yan tremble violently, and also raised his head, and froze in place when he saw the ambiguous smile on the corner of Director Chen's mouth.

The scene was awkward for a while.

"What are you two doing!" Director Chen pointed at the two of them, yelling and walked over quickly, "Didn't you just run very fast? I was talking about you, why are you standing there? Is it cool on the ground? Get up! "

Song Qichen reluctantly loosened Du Yan's collar with a dark face, and jumped up from the ground with both legs.

"Hey, hey," Du Yan lay on the ground and stretched out his hand, "Give me a hand, give me a hand!"

Song Qichen resisted the urge to pounce on him and continue beating him, bent over and pulled him up by his clothes.

"What are you two doing? Are you in a good relationship?" Director Chen's eyes twitched, and he looked at Du Yan, "Tell me, where did you come from?"

"You may not believe it when you say it," Du Yan patted the dirt on his body, grabbed Song Qichen's shoulders, ignored his murderous gaze, and said very sincerely, "We are having a cordial and friendly emotional exchange."

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