After crossing, I was with the campus male god

Yan Ling'an put the fruit plate sent by Sister Zhang on the desk.

The large clouds outside the window blocked the sunlight, and Chu Muya could see the whole picture clearly. The shorter boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was a little immature before he had grown up, and his skin was much whiter than now. As for the taller boy the one of...

Chu Muya narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and knocked on the photo frame, his fingernails struck the plastic frame and made a crisp sound: "This is your father?"

"Ah?" Yan Lingan followed Chu Muya's gaze, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Chu Muya frowned, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment and shook his head: "It's nothing."

Yan Ling'an walked over, picked up the photo frame and wiped it with his sleeve: "I remember this was a Mathematical Olympiad competition I participated in when I was in the second year of junior high school. Before the competition, I ate cold drinks and ate bad stomach, got acute gastroenteritis, and was hung up in the hospital all the time. I didn’t do anything about the problem, and even the competition notice was brought back by my mother. She thought I should stay in the hospital and rest well. Anyway, it’s just a small competition, and I’m not short of that award, but I really want to participate... ..."

Halfway through the talk, Yan Ling'an recalled the past and suddenly lowered his head and laughed: "Actually, I didn't have any particularly high-ranking reasons for wanting to participate. It was to win glory for the school, for the glory of the class, and so on. In the competition, I just want to prove that I am better than him, and not just a little bit better."

Chu Muya's lips raised a little: "Childish."

Yan Ling'an answered the words confidently: "It's not normal to be childish in the second grade." He forced himself to look away, and seeing Chu Muya's faint smile, Yan Ling'an seemed to have a heart attack again, and he subconsciously He licked his lips, "Why did I tell my mother that she didn't agree, and then my father said that I have reached the grade where I can take criminal responsibility, and I shouldn't be too restrained. Since I started to sign up, since I am in good health, I should go and finish the work, and then my mother agreed to let me go."

Yan Ling'an's tone was full of admiration and respect, just like everyone's appearance when meeting the idol in their hearts.

He is longing to become a banquet shop, with a flawless and stalwart appearance in his heart.

Yan Lingan's motivation to move forward, and the motivation to become better, all come from his father.

Chu Muya is different from Yan Lingan. He has never had any goals since he was a child. At the beginning, he learned everything, just to prove to his mother that he is not the same as his father, but he was still abandoned. up.

When Chu Muya was at his most active and outstanding.

Later, he was taken away by grandma, and everyone who knew grandma tried to persuade her, saying that he was an oil bottle, a loser, grandma angrily scolded them all, Chu Muya hid in the small room and witnessed everything. Even the door of the room was closed by grandma in case he heard bad words.

This time he wants to be better, but he just hopes that the person who can pull him out of the darkness will not be sad again.

Although Chu Muya didn't have a goal to work hard for, he could still imagine how much it would deal a blow to Yan Ling'an if there were enough stains on this goal that would affect everything.

Yan Ling'an shook his hand in front of him: "Brother Mu?"

Chu Muya came back to his senses: "Huh?"

Yan Ling'an casually forked a sliced ​​watermelon and handed it to Chu Muya's lips: "The man in front of you is so handsome, Brother Mu, how can you be distracted and think about other wild men."

Just as Chu Muya was about to scold someone, the watermelon between his lips went into his mouth, so he had no choice but to bite off the piece of watermelon and said, "Get lost."

Yan Ling'an threw the disposable fork to the edge of the fruit plate, looked away, and glanced again unconsciously, feeling that her throat was a bit tight.

"Brother Mu, by the way, your birthday seems to be younger than mine, so I've called you brother for more than a month, I'm so sorry."

Chu Muya didn't feel that he had made money at all: "...then you don't have to shout."

Yan Ling'an thought for a while, and said solemnly: "Then you can call me brother Yan for a month, then we will be even."

Chu Muya glanced at him coldly: "You don't want to live anymore, I can try."

Yan Ling'an closed his eyes and looked at death like home: "Then you shout."

Chu Muya: "..."

The two of them did their homework in the study for a day except going downstairs to eat at noon. After finishing the last question, Chu Muya folded the test paper and put it on the table, then turned and went to the bathroom.

Yan Ling'an opened his test paper curiously and took a look. The English composition on the last page was very beautiful, and then looked at the English that he worked hard to write correctly.

Yan Ling'an glanced at the fountain pen that Chu Muya was using. He has also practiced calligraphy for a long time recently, why is it still not as good as it?

Could it be that Chu Muya is better at using fountain pens?

Yan Ling'an thought for a while, and grabbed the fountain pen that Chu Muya had just used, the temperature of Chu Muya's body still remained on the penholder.

He grabbed the pen and wrote two words, then looked down at the words just written.

...seems pretty ugly.

When Chu Muya opened the door and entered the study, he saw Yan Lingan holding his fountain pen, looking up and down: "..."

He reached out and took his pen out of Yan Ling'an's hand: "You pervert."

Yan Lingan smiled: "It's time for the monthly exam, so I'm getting the air of a bully."

On October [-]th, Qian Mingyi asked Chu Muya to go to the library to review together, and Yan Lingan consciously followed them after knowing about it.

Qian Mingyi's academic performance has not been very good since he entered high school. It's not that he doesn't work hard. It's just that the harder he works, the more his grades drop. Every time his grades drop, he will be scolded by his mother for being useless and worthless, so he puts pressure on Qian Mingyi. The pressure on Yi's body is greater, and he studies harder, and then a vicious circle.

Chu Muya glanced at Yan Ling'an, who was going to be next to him, and pointed to the seat opposite: "You sit over there."

Yan Ling'an bent over for a moment, looked at Chu Muya, then at Qian Mingyi, and said aggrievedly: "Oh."

Chu Muya and Qian Mingyi sat on one side to give lectures, and Yan Lingan sat on the other side to do their homework. From time to time, they raised their heads to glance at the two people opposite, and then lowered their heads angrily to do their own homework.

"Brother Mu, look at this question."

"Brother Mu still has this question."

"Brother Mu..."

Chu Muya answered him patiently: "You have to combine reality with this question. Although there are two values, it is impossible for items with negative numbers to exist in reality..."

With a "swish", Yan Ling'an stood up expressionlessly.

Qian Mingyi was startled: "Brother Yan, what are you doing?"

Chu Muya also looked up at him.

Yan Lingan came back to his senses: "Oh, oh, I'm a little thirsty, do you want some water?"

"mineral water."

Qian Mingyi said, "Brother Yan, thank you for the Coke."

Yan Ling'an came over with three bottles of mineral water and explained: "There is no Coke in the vending machine."

Qian Mingyi didn't believe it: "Yes, I took a look before I came and saw it."

Yan Ling'an forcibly fed mineral water to Qian Mingyi: "Drinking too much Coke will kill your sperm, and it will also rot your teeth. Mineral water is better for health preservation."

Qian Mingyi reluctantly took the mineral water and let out an aggrieved "Oh".

If the enemy is not happy, I will be happy, Yan Lingan handed the other bottle to Chu Muya with great satisfaction: "Mu Mu, here you are."

Chu Muya looked in front of the two of them, and said to Yan Ling'an, "Children."

Qian Mingyi unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, then asked Chu Muya a new question: "Brother Mu, look at this question."

Chu Muya leaned over: "For this question, let's do this first..."

Yan Ling'an let out a "tsk", and picked a question to ask Chu Muya while Qian Mingyi was sitting upright to figure it out: "Mu Mu, I can't do it either!"

Chu Muya took the paper from Yan Lingan's hand, opened the math book in his hand, and handed it over together: "Look at the formula yourself."

Yan Ling'an, who was treated unfairly, was very angry: "Mu Mu, you have double standards!"

Chu Muya nodded confidently: "I'm a double standard, what are you doing?"

Yan Ling'an made a straight boy's cute voice: "Hey."

Chu Muya: "...Get lost."

In the evening, there was a musical fountain in Zhuque Lake. Yan Lingan rode a bicycle skillfully with Chu Muya. Who knew that after only a few tens of meters, the bicycle blew out. Yan Lingan had to park the car aside, afraid of missing the time. He dragged Chu Muya and ran over again.

The two of them ran to the river embankment to meet Ling An, then let go of Chu Muya's wrist, squeezed his arm instead, and teased: "Mu Mu, you are not physically strong, let's run together in the morning when school starts?"

Yan Ling'an got up at 06:30 a.m. for a run when she lived at school, had breakfast at [-]:[-], and entered class around [-]:[-] a.m. for morning reading.

Unlike Yan Ling'an's extremely regular and healthy lifestyle, Chu Muya usually sleeps until 06:30, tidies up and goes to work at [-]:[-], skipping breakfast is even more common.

However, Yan Lingan discovered his bad habit within two days of starting school, and basically brought him a few buns and soy milk every day.

Chu Muya finally calmed down: "I won't go."

Yan Ling'an sat on the lawn and laughed, reaching out to give Chu Muya a tug.

He sat down conveniently, his round-neck shirt was a little messed up by the violent action just now, revealing his well-shaped collarbone.Chu Muya doesn't exercise much, and his body is rather thin, with no flesh on his body, and his collarbone is particularly prominent.

With the inconspicuous light in the distance, Yan Ling'an's eyes were a little straight, and he wanted to move his eyes away but he couldn't obey.

Putting his hands behind his back, Chu Muya leaned back and looked into the distance, Yan Lingan looked at him with hairs all over, and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

Yan Lingan lowered his eyes guiltily. He didn't know what he was looking at, so he took out two coins from his pocket and handed them to Chu Muya: "Mu Mu, I heard that the collarbone that can hold coins is the best collarbone."

Chu Muya: "...I'll go to the braised meat store and buy a catty of collarbone for you to put away slowly."

After a while, colorful lights bloomed from the bottom of the lake, reflecting on their faces, and the fountain water changed into various shapes accordingly, and a lot of water splashed onto the embankment.

Chu Muya rubbed his nose and sneezed.

Yan Lingan glanced at his thin shirt, then took off his denim jacket.

There was a gust of wind on his back, and Chu Muya felt a lot of weight on his shoulders. He lowered his head slightly, and there was an extra denim jacket on his shoulders.

He heard Yan Lingan say: "Mu Mu, if you catch a cold here, wouldn't I have no competitors in the monthly exam?"