imaginary rival

After the second class, Yan An ran to the office, and Lao Liu quickly agreed to his plan to change positions.

It was so fast that Yan An wanted to kowtow Lao Liu twice with his fingers and then say to him, "Happy New Year!"

After returning to the classroom to collect the things at the same table, Yan An looked at his deskmate and said sadly: "We have been separated since then, you go there and take good care of yourself..."

Xie Lanlan handed over a piece of paper from the side and patted him heavily on the shoulder. He took the tissue and stroked his palms like a handkerchief, wiping the corners of his eyes: "Dad can't take care of you forever, you have to work hard Go down, you know, treasure, be strong."

The same table threw away the schoolbag, and lay on Yan An's shoulder, crying and howling: "Son! Dad can't bear you!"

"It's all mother's big brother." Xie Lanlan took another tissue for herself, and wiped away the tears that didn't exist. "Everything is fine, you must live until you die!"

"Thank you," the deskmate looked at Xie Lanlan, "I'll be eighteen next week."

Yan An couldn't hold it back any longer, and had a blast at the same table. The same table was silent for a long time and couldn't hold back tears. After laughing for a while, he grabbed his schoolbag and patted Yan An on the shoulder: "Okay, I'll go ah."

"Okay!" Yan An nodded in response, "I treat you to popsicles in the afternoon!"

The tablemate waved his hand and left.

Jiang Shiyu held his schoolbag and looked at them for a long time: "Are you sitting in it or should I sit in it?"

"You sit inside," Yan An said as he got up, "I'm used to sitting outside."

Jiang Shiyu sat inside with his schoolbag in his hand. The second time he sat in this position, his field of vision suddenly changed again, and he was still not used to it.

Xie Lanlan turned to look at him, Yan An, and him.

"Huh?" Jiang Shiyu was puzzled.

"Hello," Xie Lanlan held out her hand to him, "From today on, you are also my big brother."

"...Ah fuck," Jiang Shiyu didn't expect her words, he laughed for a moment, and turned his head to the wall for a long time, "When are you two going to see a mental patient, I'm serious."

"What's none of my business?" Yan An stared at him, "Did I say anything?"

Jiang Shiyu leaned his head against the wall, turned around, and squinted at him: "Don't you want to say something?"

"Hey..." Yan An sighed, Jiang Shiyu thought he had misunderstood him, and when he sat up straight and was about to say something, Yan An suddenly turned his head and bared his teeth at him, "Daddy loves you."

"Crazy!" Jiang Shiyu couldn't stop laughing.

When school was over, I invited two former tablemates to eat. Yan An's tablemate was very happy, that is, the direction of home was different from the three of them, otherwise the three-person group should have turned into a four-person group.

There is nothing special about changing the seat. After sitting for a few days, I got used to it. Jiang Shiyu just didn't expect that Yan An could do so many things in one class.

He used to think that Yan An's sleeping and playing with his mobile phone in class was the limit, but he didn't expect Yan An to borrow a lighter from him when he was bored in self-study class, and squatted under the desk to burn his legs.

Burning leg hair...?

When Jiang Shiyu saw him lift up his trouser legs, he really wanted to take out his phone and call the mental hospital to ask if any patients had escaped, but when Yan An pulled him down and squatted together , Jiang Shiyu suddenly became interested.

How exciting, surrounded by students who are serious about studying, almost out of breath, and the two of them are squatting here... burning their legs.

No, call the mental hospital.

The disease is contagious.

Simply unbearable.

"Let me see," Yan An whispered, and suddenly raised his hand to pull up Jiang Shiyu's trouser legs, "Fuck, why are your legs so sparse?"

"... Yours is thick?" Jiang Shiyu looked at him hesitantly.

Yan An pulled up his trouser legs and showed off his legs, "Thicker than yours."

Jiang Shiyu took a look, and it wasn't that thick...they both had sparse body hair.

It should be because of Yan An's regular playing. The muscles in his calf are quite nice. The muscles they exercise naturally will not exaggerate and become bulky like those in the gym. Yan An's calf is straight and the muscles are well-proportioned.

"How?" Jiang Shiyu came back to his senses and asked, "Is it just roasted like this?"

"Then don't burn my skin," Yan An said, "Pull one off."

"I pull?" Jiang Shiyu raised his eyebrows.

"I'll pull it myself." Yan An shook his head hastily.

"Then what are you waiting for here?" Jiang Shiyu said, as if he felt that something was wrong, the surrounding was too quiet, it seemed... It was a harbinger before the disaster.

Jiang Shiyu saw two extra legs suddenly appearing behind Yan An. According to the untidy lines of the suit trousers, they should be Mr. Liu's trousers.

Yan An was still trying to pluck out the hair on his leg.

Jiang Shiyu pointed solemnly behind him.

Yan An's expression suddenly became serious, and when he turned his head, he was startled by the two legs that appeared, and hit his head directly under the table with a bang.

"Hey!" Jiang Shiyu quickly supported him, and rubbed his head with the other hand, "Are you all right?"

"Both of you, come out," Mr. Liu knocked on the table, "Is the self-study class boring?"

Jiang Shiyu and Yan An got out from under the table, their faces full of embarrassment.

"Go out and stand for punishment," Teacher Liu said with a serious expression, "I'm still playing when I'm old, come in when I think about it."

The two sighed and walked outside, when Yan An suddenly heard Teacher Liu say: "What time is it, I'm still playing."

When is it all?

... It's the second semester of the second year of high school.

Yes, it's such a time, why are you still playing?

Yan An leaned against the wall, and was hit hard just now, but now there is still a buzzing in his head, and it hurts even shaking.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Shiyu looked at him worriedly, and whispered, "Is your head okay?"

"It's okay," Yan An whispered, "No concussion."

"...Well," Jiang Shiyu was silent for a while, "It's fine as long as it's okay."

Yan An smiled, Teacher Liu came out to look at them both, and began to lecture.

Teachers all over the world are the same. At this point in time, they always like to tell them to pay attention to time, pay attention to discipline, be responsible for themselves, etc., and so on.

After Mr. Liu went in, Jiang Shiyu looked at Yan An, thought for a while, and rubbed his head with his hand.

"Why?" Yan An asked him to rub it, but didn't move.

"Check it out," Jiang Shiyu said seriously, "I'm afraid you'll become a fool."

"You really want to smoke." Yan An said.

Jiang Shiyu's hand ran through his hair very lightly, which was very comfortable. Yan An didn't like people touching his head very much before, and always felt that if he was touched, he would not grow tall, but he didn't know what Jiang Shiyu had. Problem, I like to rub his hair very much, after rubbing it... I get used to it.

Quite comfortable.

I could feel Jiang Shiyu's strength checking something very lightly. When he touched the top of his head, Yan An suddenly took a deep breath, regained his energy, Jiang Shiyu sighed, and pulled out his hand: "It's swollen."

"Nonsense, then it must be swollen if you hit it," Yan An said, "You will also get swollen if you hit it."

"It's so miserable," Jiang Shiyu said, "I'll treat you to ice cream after school."

If Yan An was invited, Xie Lanlan would definitely be invited. The three of them walked and ate three-color ice cream. Jiang Shiyu gained two catties. Maybe it was because of eating and drinking with them after school. You have to control it. Don't want to gain weight.

It didn't matter to Yan An, he could still have a meal when he came home after eating, and sometimes he had to have a late-night snack, but today he was not in the mood for a late-night snack.

As Mr. Liu said, he is already a sophomore in high school, so how can he still be in the mood to play?

Yan An sat at the desk and looked at the homework.

The problem is that you can't learn it?

Jiang Shiyu looked like he was good at reading. He was very diligent in taking notes in class every day. Xie Lanlan gradually became serious. It was rare to see her lying on the table acting like a baby to Qi Xunjing. Instead, she listened to the class very seriously. If you don't understand, you will ask Qi Xunjing.

Sometimes Xie Lanlan and Jiang Shiyu went to the office together to ask questions, and he sat alone, feeling the boredom of life.

Restless.

Once everyone around them entered this serious state, Yan An felt a kind of anxiety that he had never felt before.

Otherwise... let's learn.

Learn as much as you can.

As Jiang Shiyu said, always see how far you can fight.

Yan An gripped the pen tightly, and quickly went through the multiple-choice questions. After writing a few questions, he fast-forwarded to the following fill-in-the-blank questions. He could barely write two questions, and finally answered the questions.

Fuck you and stop studying.

Yan An dropped his pen and checked his phone. Jiang Shiyu and Xie Lanlan were discussing today's homework in the group.

He frowned, and failed to send out a joke several times, and finally threw the phone away.

Forget it, just kidding.

Yan An touched the pen and continued to write.

It was a bit strenuous to write, Yan An stopped from time to time to organize his thoughts, and finally finished the paper, I don't know if it is right, anyway... take it to school to have a look.

When he finished writing, he looked up, only to realize that it was already dark outside, and his mother didn't come to ask him to eat.

Yan An pushed open the door, and his mother looked over immediately: "Come and eat."

"It's all over," Yan An scratched his head, "You haven't eaten?"

"I ate it, I left some food for you," my mother got up, "I'll warm it up for you."

"Okay." Yan An nodded, went to the kitchen to help, and finally ate the food, and only after his stomach was full did he feel a sense of surprise that "I fucking did my homework".

"Xiao An." Mom sat on the sofa and shouted.

"Huh?" Yan An looked at her.

"Come on," my mother shook her arm, "Come on, come on."

Dad pressed her arm down, said in a low voice, "Be serious", then looked up at Yan An, and said, "I see you are too serious today, I didn't ask you to come out for dinner, and I will write after eating."

Yan An stared at the food and said very seriously, "Yes."

Back in the room, Yan An stared at his homework and thought about it for a long time, maybe he didn't think about anything, he was just pushed forward by that anxiety, but... the feeling is actually not bad.

He touched his phone and sent a message to Jiang Shiyu: You can give me a lecture topic tomorrow.

-?

Yan An stared at the question mark, a little upset: What do you mean?

Before I finished typing, a video played directly over there.

Yan An subconsciously clicked on the connection, and Jiang Shiyu's face immediately appeared on the screen. He should have just taken a shower, without glasses, his hair was wet, and his face looked a little watery... a little moist... a little Son……

damn it.

It is really important to learn Chinese well.

"Yan An?" Jiang Shiyu called from the other end, "Can you hear me?"

"Ah, I can hear it," Yan An recovered, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Shiyu asked.

"Is it really shocking that I want to study all of a sudden?" Yan An rolled his eyes and leaned down on the table, "That's right... I think my parents may not have given up on me, right?"

Jiang Shiyu pulled a towel and wiped his hair.

"Plus, you are all studying now, so I can't fall behind," Yan An said, "In the future, both of you will be masters of learning, and I will be alone at the bottom of the car. During the Chinese New Year, it will be easy to be compared with others."

Jiang Shiyu glanced at the screen, and Yan An's expression looked very tangled, as if his ears were on the ground, he was suddenly happy, and reached out to touch the camera.

"Why?" Yan An asked.

"Rub your head." Jiang Shiyu said.

"Don't rub your head and it still hurts," Yan An said happily, "You're sick."

"You sort out the questions you don't know, and tomorrow... I will tell you what I can," Jiang Shiyu also smiled, "If you don't know it, let's ask the teacher together."

"Okay." Yan An nodded seriously.