The seventh rule of the male god

In the early morning of the next day, the English teacher handed out the English test papers before everyone had reacted. Although she had told everyone to take the test yesterday, the students were still a little caught off guard.

Yun Shen wrote down his name first, and then began to do the questions slowly, rubbing his forehead helplessly. His English was as deep as his Chinese, so doing the questions was very boring.

After not doing a few questions, he found that Jiang An was a little absent-minded. Jiang An's grades were very good, balanced in all aspects. According to the teacher's words, he was the material for Tsinghua University and Peking University.

After thinking about it, Yun Shen sighed, took out a blue bookmark from the pen case, pressed the bookmark and moved it to the middle, and took it away.

Jiang An glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and took the bookmark. The words on it were beautiful and beautiful. He had a flash of inspiration and deliberately used clumsy and stroke-by-stroke handwriting.

——What if you don’t want to take the exam?

——Then let's hand in blank papers.

Taking the bookmark from Jiang An's hand, Yun Shen looked at the answer with a slight smile, with a faint smile on his eyes and eyebrows.

Like the first snow.

The shock was short.

He tilted his head, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, the intoxicating warmth in the coldness like the first snowfall, his voice was as cold as ever, and his tone was soft and gentle——

"it is good."

Jiang An was slightly stunned, his cheeks were slightly hot, and his heart beat faster.

Outside the window, the sun is just right.

Cloud deep, river bank.

Their names appear on the criticism list, but no one cares.

That day, the two were punished by the English teacher to stand outside the classroom, which attracted the attention of many people.

He seemed to be curious about how the oldest Jiang An and such a handsome person would be punished to stand.

In the autumn leaves, the tense midterm exams are over, and the school is on holiday for three days.

Jiang An's grades are still the first in his age, No.2 is a boy named An Chu.

Yun Shen met him once by chance, he was an extremely outstanding and indifferent young man.

Like him, but not like him.

Yunshen's overall score is fifth. He is extremely biased in subjects and knows almost nothing about chemistry. If the scores in other subjects are not close to full marks, it is estimated that he will be ranked in the top 100.

In the third grade of high school, there are 24 classes with more than 800 students.

The autumn night didn't come early, and the autumn wind was cold, but it wasn't uncomfortable. The two figures were pulled for a long time by the dim street lights, and they walked quietly on the sidewalk.

The lights of the office building were dimly lit, and buses carrying few people passed by the side of the road in an endless stream.

Yun Shen turned his cheeks and looked at Jiang An's perfect profile. The lines were not strong and rigid, the outline was deep and not abrupt, and his expression had begun to have a manly look.

He was a little dazed, as if he had returned to that parting night again, as if he saw the person he wanted to forget again.

"what happened?"

Jiang An carelessly kicked away the empty wine bottle at his feet, and noticed Yun Shen's eyes. He didn't know what those eyes meant, but he still felt a little uncomfortable, so he asked aloud with some doubts.

"It's nothing, I just remembered something from the past." Yun Shen shook his head, and spoke quietly, with a quiet and gentle expression.

Jiang An smiled, and suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eye, raised his hand habitually, and supported a drunk who was obviously drunk and almost tripped.

Unexpectedly, the drunkard threw away his hand, and raised his chaotic eyes to give Jiang An a vague look, which made Jiang An feel a little terrified.

"I didn't expect such a good boy..."

The drunkard muttered something, but walked away without expressing gratitude.

"...It turned out to be an idiot..."

Jiang An looked at the direction where the drunkard was leaving in confusion, Yun Shen looked at him, chuckled and joked, "I didn't expect you to like this one."

Jiang An came back to his senses, only to realize that he had been staring at the direction where the drunkard was leaving for a long time. When he heard Yun Shen's joke, his ears blushed slightly, which made Yun Shen smile again.

Passing by a young couple, arm in arm and intimate, with a lively and youthful face, the girl smiled happily and looked very pretty.

Another bus passed by on the highway, with very few people on board, and the friction between the wheels and the road surface made a screeching sound.

Jiang An's voice came to mind suddenly, it was not loud, Yun Shen just heard it.

"I don't like his one, I like yours... this one."

He looked at Yun Shen from the side, his eyes were darkened, his brows and eyes could not hide the vigor and vitality, vigorous and upward, nor could he hide... nervousness and anticipation.

Like the leaves of camphor trees in autumn, the reincarnation of the year has been precipitated.

Yun Shen looked at him and smiled.

Extra gentle.

he knows.

At this moment, his smile.

It must be true.

The two gradually drifted away, and a new bar was opened opposite, and a faint singing sound came from inside, it was Teresa Teng's song, I only care about you.

If I hadn't met you, I would be there.

How is life going, and whether life should be cherished.

Maybe know someone and live an ordinary life.

So I beg you don't let me leave you.

I can feel nothing but you.

With the lights still on, Jiang An inadvertently took Yun Shen's hand.

Cloud deep, river bank.

As I once said, these are four beautiful fonts like lines of poetry. The first time they appeared together was on the seating list, and the second time they appeared together was on the criticism list.

Gradually, their names will always appear together frequently, on the registration form of the library, on the form of the student union, on the notice of the meeting, and on the list of clubs.

During self-study in the morning, the faint sunlight fell on the cheeks of the sleeping boy, and Jiang An always opened the book to read, but stared at the teacher without blinking.

On Yun Shen's desk, there is a cup of caramel macchiato at just the right temperature every day.

When Jiang An was playing basketball, there would always be a handsome young man sitting next to him, quietly looking at the book in his hand, occasionally showing a soft smile.