Continuously

The sandbag brushed past the fingertips that stopped suddenly, but Yao An failed to catch it.

The moment he was about to hit the ground, he lifted the instep and kicked it up as deftly as he used to tiptoe the ball, freeing it from dust and returning it to his hand.

"You are Yu Zhouyao's younger brother?" Yao An asked.

"Why, it doesn't look like it." Yu Yan caught up and straightened his waist.

"It's not like that." Yao An said directly, "You are so stupid, your sister..."

"What's wrong with my sister?" Yu Yan raised his voice.

Yu Zhouyao is a man, it's easy to say.

At the age when every boy is in love, there is always a girl with a straight sitting posture and a high ponytail.

She reads excellent compositions on the podium, stands up before class, and writes criticisms on the blackboard with colons. It doesn’t matter if you make trouble or be scolded, as long as you let your name appear in her mouth, and then grab that look.

Because you want to be hated by her, you want to be liked by her even more.

She is the skirt in the era of fluttering white clothes, the purest style.

"Little chasing."

Her voice also seemed to be pierced by raindrops.

Yao An looked at the person coming.

Yu Zhouyao gradually approached, and met Yao An's eyes, with only a hasty glance.

"Sister." Yu Yanzhui replied, his expression finally looked like a younger brother.

"Class is about to start." Yu Zhouyao didn't ask him why he came, but just said so.

"... Oh." Yu Yanzui pouted and turned around.

"Wait." Yu Zhouyao stuffed an umbrella into his arms, "It will definitely rain later."

Yu Yanchai opened his mouth, seeing Yu Zhouyao's expression, he didn't dare to refuse, so he waved his hand and left.

Only Yao An and Yu Zhouyao were left at the door frame.

Two people stood opposite each other, against the dim sky, like two silhouettes.

"This sandbag, thank you." Yao An said.

"No need." Yu Zhouyao smiled quietly.

Yao An didn't know what to say.

Except for passing test papers and homework back and forth, they don't talk much more than others, and if there is no such thing as chasing after, they may not have such a talking situation.

"Are you playing by yourself?" It was Yu Zhouyao who found the topic.

"This?" Yao An pointed to the sandbag.

Yu Zhouyao nodded.

"I don't want to play." Yao An smiled, and the smile dissipated seven or eight points of the initial embarrassment, "Give it to my brother, he is tender, and he always knocks when throwing stones."

"Buzz."

Yao Jianqi's desk belly vibrated twice with great regularity, and there was a sound of a bell on the iron sheet.

Normally, this unusual noise would have been noticed by the whole class, but at this moment, it was covered up by other commotions.

During the lunch break, there was no teacher present. In the last group, the penultimate row, a boy leaned against the table and stood up.

His eyes are big and round, his face is as immature as his age, and his smile is nothing but food at first glance, nothing out of the ordinary.

The only thing worthy of slander is that he always puts his index finger in his mouth, like an unweaned toddler.

Now he waggled his drool-clad fingers towards the row by the window.

"The first group, I like Zeng Luyao."

Accompanied by the booing of the boys in the class, the face of the girl who was named turned red in an instant, and the embarrassment broke out out of nowhere.

The instigator laughed along with everyone, the corner of his mouth curled into an excessive arc, and continued: "The second group, I like Song Yiyi."

The same angry redness appeared on another girl's face.

They are all beautiful.

Such carnivals are staged almost every day.

There is a student with mental retardation in the class. In this strict school, what a laughing stock is worth making good use of.

He does what he is asked to do, stealing things, taking off his pants in public, interrupting the teacher's speech in class... All offenses, in a vague smile, no one can find a reason to blame, no one dares Look for, don't bother to look for.

Because there is no need to argue with fools.

"Yu Xianlin, who do you like in the fifth group!" Someone shouted to the standing boy.

Everyone sees him as a mindless barking dog who ignores the man on his collar.

Yu Xianlin tilted his head on his shoulder: "The fifth group..."

He talked about four girls in a row, and even those present who were reading books at their desks couldn't help but listen attentively, fearing that they would be the next laughing stock, and wondering who would be the next laughing stock.

Yao Jianqi turned a deaf ear, reached into the belly of the table, took out the PHS, and there was a text message reminder lying on the orange screen.

Left click, unlock, open.

"I like Yao Jianqi the most."

Yu Xianlin's boy's voice fell into everyone's ears.

two seconds.

There was only silence for two seconds.

In the next moment, excited cheers erupted from the corners of the classroom, far exceeding any upsurge before.

The eyes of the whole class focused on one person.

Just like the day he stood on the podium and let the teacher introduce his name, first he had those amber pupils, then his thin white neck and wrists, his torso was thin, but his bones were straight.

That face clearly expressed refusal, but for some reason, it gave birth to the desire to tease and play.

It happens to be a boy.

Also too indifferent, not allowing the slightest offense or intimacy.

Therefore, today's scene is more or less self-explanatory, and it is what everyone has been waiting for for a long time and is happy to see.

But Yao Jianqi's face did not turn red as everyone expected.

Not to mention the face, even the corners of the eyes, behind the ears, any piece of his skin is still that inhuman white.

It's as if he's so used to this look that he's completely immune to it.

After a while, the heat wave finally turned into water in the silence, and evaporated in the disappointment of drinking. One fun was gone, and I turned to look for the next one.

Yao Jianqi let go of the button, and there was a deep pressure mark under his thumb.

The screen that had been chaotic just now stopped peacefully.

He finally clicked on the message.

"See you, when will you come next time, I miss you!"