you better not like me

"Asleep?" Zhan Zheng lowered his voice and asked tentatively.

No answer.

He took a quick shower, but he didn't feel too sleepy at first, the nerve in his head that was stretched by Zhan Ke stimulated him to sleep unconsciously, but when his whole body was surrounded by steaming heat, he was overwhelmed with drowsiness .

Before going to sleep, he went to Zhan Zheng's room to take a look to make sure that he was indeed asleep, then rubbed his eyes, pulled his slippers and went to the next room to sleep.

He set the alarm clock for four hours later, because he was not sure when Zhan Ke would wake up.

It is still very comfortable to sleep with the window open at night when the breeze is blowing. Zhan Zheng fell asleep within 2 minutes of closing his eyes.

Open your eyes again——

ten o'clock in the morning.

Zhan Zheng, who woke up suddenly, stared at the time displayed on the phone, and was stunned for two seconds, subconsciously feeling something was wrong.He turned over quickly and got out of bed, without putting on his slippers, and rushed straight into Zhan Ke's room.

No one is empty.

"Fuck." He couldn't hold back, he gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.

Contact - Brother.

call.

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"Hold!"

Zhan Zheng opened the calendar, today is April 4.

Pingjiang No. [-] High School Anniversary Day.

Chen Yan didn't have much interest in the school celebration, the main reason was that he didn't have many youthful memories of this school worth talking about.

If there is, it is probably a brush question.

But for him, brushing the questions is not a good memory, and it hurts to think about it.

In recent years, people often ask him how he was admitted to Tsinghua University.

He was forced into flashbacks, and began to wonder what expired rat poison he had taken.

The heartbeat of youth is really unscrupulous.

Chen Yan has developed the habit of getting up early after working for many years, so even on a one-month holiday, he can't sleep as long as before.

At 08:30 in the morning, when Ji Yi came out of the room stretching and dozing off, Chen Yan had already been leaning on the sofa with a teacup and brushing Weibo for more than an hour.

"Morning." Ji Yi said as she walked into the kitchen.

"It's getting late, the water is here, just boiled." Chen Yan said.

Hearing this, Ji Yi quickly stopped, turned around and walked towards Chen Yan.

Ji Yi poured a glass of water, then walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down, leaning lazily.

"By the way, are you going to No. [-] Middle School today?" Ji Yi suddenly remembered.

Chen Yan: "Yes."

An inexplicable worry arose in Ji Yi's heart, "Why don't I go with you, anyway, I'm resting today."

Chen Yan glanced at her and raised an eyebrow at her, "No one who is not a student of No. [-] Middle School is forbidden to enter."

Ji Yi's face darkened, "...you deserve a beating."

No. [-] Middle School is the best high school in Pingjiang, so the score line in the senior high school entrance examination is naturally terribly high.

Ji Yi didn't pass the exam at that time, and she fell short by a few points, so she went to the second highest high school in the city - a mysterious high school hidden on the edge of the city like a magic academy.

The distance was too far, and I was forced to live in a dormitory for three years.

Ji Yi wanted to curse when he mentioned it.

Chen Yan made a gesture of surrender to her, "Just go up and say a few words and then come down, there is no need to run with me."

Ji Yi nodded, dozed off and asked, "Then have you written the speech yet?"

Chen Yan's expression froze, "Oh, do you still want to write a speech?"

Ji Yi's half-open mouth froze, and she turned to look at him, "Tsinghua University is just a shell of your hypocrisy, are you actually a fool?"

Chen Yan: "..."

Ji Yi: "Let's write now, what time will you be there?"

"Let me see," Chen Yan opened the text message, "Oh, let me arrive at ten o'clock."

Ji Yi: "Your four middle brain circuits are so strange, let the students stand on the playground early in the morning and listen to you one by one?"

Chen Yan: "..."

To ask is to regret.

The so-called school celebration of No. [-] Middle School is to call all the students to the playground early in the morning on weekends to listen to the speeches of school leaders and outstanding graduates at all levels.

Speech all morning.

After the lecture, the students were sent home.

It is said that it is the school celebration, there are more than 3000 students in the audience, all of them are frowning, and there is no one who can embody the "celebration".

The headmaster said right away—our school has a long history...

Then, with the same pride as if the No. [-] Middle School was established when Pangu created the world, he held his breath and read the history of decades of development.

The more interesting part was the outstanding graduate speeches.

You can hear a lot of stories when you meet interesting seniors and sisters, and you can ask questions after the show is over.

This is the only point that can wake up all the students.

Leading the charge was a rather young-looking girl in a floral dress with a confident gait.

Sure enough, when I came to the stage, I introduced——

"I am in Class 18 of the 9th class... I am currently studying at..."

The name seemed to be familiar to the students in the audience, and the name of the school was loud enough that the audience instantly became sober.

The girl's crisp voice revealed a confident and restrained publicity. After reading a fairly official speech, it came to the questioning session.

At first, the only question I dared to ask was——

"I want to ask my sister how she studies."

"May I ask senior sister how to arrange the work and rest in the third year of high school, which is more reasonable."

"May I ask how senior sister can effectively relieve the tension."

The girl answered one by one, and the next question——

"Does senior sister have a boyfriend?"

"..."

After about two or three seconds, many people took the lead in laughing, which gradually turned into the whole school bending over with laughter.

The atmosphere started to change from this question.

Completely broke away from the dead silence of the first half.

The two who came to the stage later were not lifeless masters, and the atmosphere of the scene was well maintained.

So when Chen Yan came to the stage, someone from the audience boldly shouted: "Senior is so handsome!"

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Senior, please speak!"

Chen Yan laughed, and the laughter came through the microphone a little. He unbuttoned his suit, and he was slender and straight with a white shirt and a black suit.The feeling of less restraint dissipated all the tension that was still lingering when he came on stage.

"My name is Chen Yan, I am," Chen Yan paused, "I'm in the 10th class, I can't remember."

The audience laughed.

"Graduated from Tsinghua University."

The audience was quiet.

The school can train many talents from Qingbei every year, but there are really few who can invite them back to give speeches on the school anniversary.

"Learn experience and learning methods, and focus on referring to the speeches of the previous few." Chen Yan gestured to the audience for the few people who had just given speeches.

The audience laughed again.

"Senior! I want to be admitted to Tsinghua University! Let me pass on my experience!"

"It's not time to ask questions yet!"

Chen Yan smiled, "It's all the same."

He held up the microphone and looked in the direction of the boy who asked the question. He looked a lot more serious than before. After thinking about it, he decided to express it in the most appropriate way he thought.

"My experience is, don't die."

The audience was quiet.

Even the voices of whispered discussions died away.

Chen Yan's hand holding the microphone was tight, and the tension struck again. He repeated, "I just don't want my life."

"Study, study hard. Do the questions, do hard."

"Human life is not so fragile. Don't feel bad about yourself while you are young."

"I worked so hard to the extent that I would find it incredible in retrospect after the college entrance examination. Tsinghua University's door will probably be opened."

The three thousand students who were looking down to see if they were not working hard enough: "?"

"I don't dare to say this too absolutely. I pressed the line."

"Senior! Are you really happy after this!"

Chen Yan said seriously: "I'm really happy."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

"Senior! What if I can't find the direction to work hard!"

Chen Yan thought for a moment, then asked: "Why can't I find the direction to work hard? Is it because the family has too much money to spend?"

Another student shouted: "The family is poor!"

Chen Yan said as a matter of course: "That's for getting rich. Why do people study? To put it more simply, many people go for money. Great dreams are good, but dreams that can't solve food and clothing will always be empty talk. If Learning cannot make life better, so how many people are willing to hold piles of exercise books and memorize English words in their dreams?"

"Senior! Are you studying for money?"

Chen Yan was silent for a while, and said truthfully: "Not all, but it is."

"Then what is part of the reason?"

"..."

"There is also a part of the reason," Chen Yan murmured and repeated the question, and then said frankly, "It is to have a future with the person I like."

"wow!"

"That's a really cool reason."

"It's so honest. This is the most honest reason I've heard in three years of speeches."

"Too brave, are the school leaders still looking okay?"

"The news in the front row is ok."

"Is this a miracle?"

"This is."

The arrest of puppy love in the Fourth Middle School is like the literary prison in the Qing Dynasty.

Not to mention whether the horoscope is written or not, it may have been notified and criticized before even intending to write "eight".

"Does the senior and the person he likes have a future?"

Chen Yan avoided the question itself.

"I am married."

I'm married.

I have no future with the person I like.

But the audience's understanding was obviously quite different from what he meant.

"I believe in love again."

"It's true love is true love."

"Fuck, he's handsome and has a smooth relationship, and his mother graduated from Tsinghua University. What kind of male lead script does this dude use?"

"Stop talking, I have lemons."

"No, shouldn't the focus be on double-scholar masters?"

"Yeah, fuck, it's even more sour, then wouldn't his wife be even more awesome."

"I'm going, let's hang up this life."

It is twelve o'clock in the morning.

The person Zhan Zheng had been looking for all morning was standing behind the wall of the rostrum of the No. [-] Middle School.

This piece of untended trees that no one would pass by usually grows barbarously. The leaves are piled up in layers above his head, the light is blocked outside, the people under the tree are shrouded in shadows, and there are small spots of light on his clothes. , just seems trivial.

Zhan Ke leaned against the wall, looked down at the ground, and stood here for an unknown amount of time.

Listening to the people across the wall casually mentioning the past.

Probably only the two of them could understand what Chen Yan really meant.

In fact, Zhan Ke really wished that he could not understand it. After the two sentences put together were misunderstood, it was a beautiful love story that made people want to immerse themselves even though they knew it was false.

It didn't take long for the so-called school celebration to end, and the students turned and left with a sigh of relief.

Several people went back to the classroom to get their homework, and took a shortcut when they came out. When they walked past the long wall of honor, one of the girls said, "Wait, find the senior who just gave a speech!"

Those who graduated from Tsinghua University naturally won the honor wall.

In this column in 2010.

Several people saw Chen Yan's photo and the two lines written under the photo——

Name: Chen Yan

College entrance examination score: 684

"I'll go, this photo is too handsome, the school girl from ten years ago."

"It really suits my taste. Why isn't he born ten years later."

"What bullshit are you thinking, is his love story not beautiful enough? They are all married."

"Where's his wife?"

"No, there are no girls admitted to Tsinghua University in 2010."

"Fuck?"

"Maybe his wife is from Peking University."

"Then why didn't he take the Peking University exam?"

"Let me see--"

The name of Tsinghua University appeared 2010 times on the 6 honor wall of Pingjiang No. [-] Middle School.

In the corresponding six photos, none of them are girls.