After the rain

Can keep long hair, handsome guy, this hairstyle is cool, do you want to dye it?Our new hair dyeing package, today the boss’s birthday shop is having an event, the original price of 568 for washing, cutting, blowing, perming, dyeing and color lock care is now only 298, and you can also give you a care card for free.Our hair dyes are of high quality, natural coloring, mild, non-toxic and low-damage, professional hairdressers are skilled, and provide you with satisfactory and high-quality services.How are you, are you not excited? "

After this long list, they were not even out of breath, articulate and full of emotion, with perfect professional ability.

Shen Yan got up and walked out, with a light tone: "Pick up the phone."

Song Qikun let out a "puchi" laugh, and said to the hairdresser, "We are students, so we don't dye our hair."

"That's it." The hairdresser felt a little regretful, but cheered up again, "Then you can consider the membership card of our store..."

After he finished introducing them one by one, the hair was cut.

"Go slowly, come back next time." The hairdresser who was rejected all the way was as enthusiastic as ever.

Standing outside drinking milk tea, Shen Yan saw Song Qikun coming out and passing another cup in his hand, glanced at his new hairstyle, and said concisely, "Handsome."

Song Qikun's facial contours are soft, his facial features are clear, and his short hair is more sunny and handsome.

The ears and the back of the neck were not covered by hair, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it for a while, so he took a sip from the milk tea cap, "How handsome?"

Shen Yan: "Can't you look in the mirror yourself?"

Song Qikun: "..."

Evening self-study starts at [-] o'clock, and everyone has a lot to say after not seeing each other for a long time.Song Qikun had been at the same table with Liu Xinrong for a year in his first year of high school, and it didn't change when he moved to the new class. He was also in the same class before a few tables nearby.

"Finally freed from the domination of the cram school for a while." Liu Xinrong sorted the notebooks by size, and a little joy could be seen on her numb face, "It's really gratifying."

Zhang Fan at the front table seemed to have found a bosom friend, and stretched out his hand with bright eyes: "Happy, happy!"

The two shook hands sympathetically, and then started the mode of crazy complaints.

"I'm really about to throw up, I was still catching up with my homework last night!"

"Me too! Weekends are almost all spent on cram school homework!"

"Wow, the tutor in the cram school is really not a human being. A set of special exercises is reserved for each knowledge point. There are so many knowledge points in one class. I am not a fucking robot! My hand is almost broken!"

"It's almost the same holiday with the same group of tutors. I don't write my homework every day until two or three in the morning, and I feel that if I don't start school again, I will die suddenly."

"..."

Song Qikun and Zhang Fan's tablemates couldn't get in the conversation, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

After a while, the head teacher came in and asked all the boys to hold new textbooks.

After receiving the textbooks, it is the routine class opening meeting, class selection committee, emphasizing the precautions for tomorrow's school exam, and collecting holiday homework. After a set of procedures, the evening self-study is basically over.

The next day's exams started from 08:30 in the morning to 10:30 in the evening. It lasted for two days, and the brain could be muddled.

Normal evening self-study is until eleven o'clock, but day students can leave school half an hour earlier.

Liu Xinrong doubted her life in the exam, "Is the last question in history an elective? Is it out before you learn it?"

"Geography is not yet." Song Qikun was equally tired, "The penultimate question is obviously the content of this semester."

"The only thing to be thankful for is that the physicalization is not beyond the class, otherwise I would really go crazy."

In December of this semester, I will face the Liberal Arts and Science Examination. Some subjects will no longer be taught because of the sub-subjects, but the exam will still be taken.The school specially ordered test booklets for the corresponding subjects, and distributed them to let students take time to practice and consolidate.

The learning intensity of the second year of senior high school is a qualitative leap compared with that of the first year of high school, and because the learning level of the students in the same class is basically similar after being divided into classes, the teacher speeds up the teaching progress to the extent they can accept it.Especially the class of Wen Yi, who was far ahead in a week.

All the spare time is occupied by papers of various subjects, and I dream of fighting against the papers.

The results of the entrance examination came out the next afternoon. Although all the subjects were tested, the difficulty of the papers for arts and sciences was different, and the rankings were still ranked separately.

Song Qikun ranked first, and the gap with No.2 Zhang Fan was only ten.

"It seems that my cram school is not in vain, I can actually see the back of Song Qikun's head!"

Song Qikun said: "Let's change the location and you can watch it every day."

Zhang Fan squinted at him, "You are so tall and want to sit in front of me? Although you are handsome, there is no comparison with Teacher! In my heart, Teacher is the most handsome, beautiful, and cutest person in the world! "

"Hey, hey——" Liu Xinrong couldn't listen anymore, and said, "Stop it, stop it, this flattery will pass!"

Several people laughed together.

Song Ye leads the first year of high school this year and is the head teacher of class 17 of the first year of high school.Compared with other classes, this class is relatively special. It is the class that the school has added this year, and it is also called "buying and reading class".

Of course, this class is not something that can be taken with money, but it provides opportunities for students who are only a few points away from the admission score.

Starting from five points, one point is 8000 yuan per year.

There are a total of 54 places to buy students, but there are 55 students on the class list given to him by the school.

Song Ye skimmed through the high school entrance examination results of these students, and was taken aback when they got to the end.

Wang Zhiyun made him a cup of tea and brought it in, glanced at it and was stunned, "Shen Yan? Go into the system and have a look."

The webpage buffer circle circled twice, and Shen Yan's enrollment file was displayed on the computer interface.

The photo on the upper left of the profile page is indeed Shen Yan. His hair is much shorter than it is now, and it tends to be short, making the scar on his forehead obvious.He stared at the camera blankly, looking like an unruly bad student, which made people feel uncomfortable for no reason.

His grades were extremely bad, and he was far from the admission line of No. [-] Middle School, and he was recruited even though the quota was full.

——The power of capital.

These five words came to Song Ye's mind, and he exchanged a glance with Wang Zhiyun.

Without knowing the student himself, grades are indeed the most intuitive understanding of a person.

In addition to the influence of external image, although Song Ye and Wang Zhiyun had already met Shen Yan, they still couldn't help but associate him with those ignorant students.

With his grades, he should not even be able to graduate from junior high school, but now he has entered the best high school in the city.

Song Ye suddenly became very curious about Shen Yan.

No. [-] Middle School has classes for six and a half days a week, with a short break on Sunday afternoon.

This Sunday, new students start school, and the campus is very lively with people coming and going.

There are more than ten desks lined up in the lobby on the first floor of the administrative building. As the freshman reporting office, the line starts at [-]:[-] in the morning and the line goes all the way to the flag-raising platform.

Shen Yan went very late, and there was no one in the reporting office.

The female teacher who received the reception checked the information and said: "The teaching building is the one next to it, and Class 17 is on the seventh floor. The student card is processed at the window on the first floor of the cafeteria. If you are a day student, you have to go to 403 of the Administration Building to fill in the information. The school uniform arrives Pick it up from the classroom on the farthest side of the second floor of the laboratory building, remember to bring cash, 100 for winter clothes and 80 for summer clothes. Is there anything unclear?"

Shen Yan shook his head.

The female teacher handed him the ID card and a simple map of the campus, and smiled: "Welcome to Wenheng No. [-] Middle School. I hope you will work hard in the next three years without leaving any regrets."

Shen Yan unhurriedly applied for a card to buy school uniforms, stood on the first floor and downstairs for a while, and gave up the idea of ​​going up to see the classrooms.

It's too high to climb.

Outside the main gate of the school is a cross road lined with ginkgo trees, and there are various food shops and small carts on the roadside.Shen Yan lined up to buy a fried skewer, then turned around and saw Song Qikun and several boys and girls in school uniforms coming out of the school gate.

The school uniform of No. [-] Middle School is mainly pure black, with wide single white stripes sewn on the side of the trousers, a piece of white on the breast and back yoke of the jacket, the school badge of No. [-] Middle School is embroidered on the left chest, and "Wenheng No. [-] Middle School" is embroidered on the back. The first letter of the pinyin is capitalized.

The clothes are very loose, and the upper back will be slightly bloated.

But Song Qikun looks good in his clothes.

His hair has grown a bit and will probably have to cut it again in a week.

A group of people talked and laughed and turned into the stationery store on the right, without looking this way.

Shen Yan lowered his head and took a bite of lotus root slices, frowning slightly.

Salty and not tasty.

Shen Yan was reluctant to go to study at night, and was thinking about running away, but someone called half an hour in advance to urge him.

"Is there an evening study session tonight? Have you gone out? The school is not far from the community, 30 minutes is enough for you to go."

Shen Yan closed the refrigerator door, chewed on the yogurt straw and turned to the bedroom to find a coat, "On the way."

"Are you wearing a school uniform?"

"...Put it on." Shen Yan went back to the living room to pick up the school uniform thrown on the sofa.

Milk Tea thought it was fun to watch him turn around, so she ran over and grabbed his trousers, "Meow~"

The person on the other end of the phone paused, feeling that the matter was not simple, and said suspiciously: "Huh? What was that sound just now?"

"Stray cats by the side of the road." Shen Yan said.

"Stray cat? Take a picture and show me."

"……elder brother."

"Small sample." Shen Xin snorted softly, his tone hard to hide his complacency, "You still want to lie to me, hurry up, I'll give you 5 minutes."

"Understood." Shen Yan turned on the speakerphone, put the phone aside, and began to put on the school uniform, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, go eat after processing the documents."

"Oh."

"Oh what, you know how to get along well with your classmates? You can chat on WeChat if you don't want to talk, just take pity on me, I don't want to lie alone in your address book."

"..." Shen Yan: "Hang up."

10. Class

Shen Yan went downstairs, touched the pocket of his clothes and found that he had forgotten his student card. Considering that he could not enter and leave the school freely without the card, he had to go back to get it.

The elevator went back to the sixth floor. As soon as the door opened, he called Song Qikun who was just about to press the floor.