After the rain

met.

Song Qikun raised his eyebrows, "What are you?"

"I forgot something." Shen Yan said.

Song Qikun didn't press the elevator, "Go get it, I'll wait for you."

Originally, he planned to report with Shen Yan today, but the other party said no, and it happened that he also had a lot of after-school homework, so he asked Shen Yan to contact him if he had any questions.

The result is naturally no connection.

There was still time, Song Qikun was not riding fast, and the information books he had just picked up in the basket were blown by the wind and kept turning pages.

"Is today going well?"

"En." Shen Yan responded in a low voice.

Song Qikun: "That's good."

The community is about two kilometers away from the school, and it takes only a few minutes to arrive.There is a special parking area set aside at the school gate, Song Qikun parked the car, and helped Shen Yan untie the rolled collar, "Do you know where the class is?"

Shen Yan replied: "I know."

"See you at the door or downstairs at night?"

Shen Yan gave him the right to make the decision, "It's fine."

"The door."

"it is good."

At this point, the corridor of the teaching building was deserted and empty. Shen Yan climbed up to the seventh floor slowly, found Class 17, and entered through the back door.

Everyone was there except him.

Embarrassingly, there were no vacant seats in the classroom.

The desks and chairs for each class were moved in advance, the fixed number was 27 sets, and Shen Yan was the extra one.

54 pairs of eyes stared at him in unison, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Shen Yan turned around and left without hesitation, almost bumping into Song Ye who came behind him at some point.

"Where are you going?" Song Ye took two steps back and stroked his shoulder.

Shen Yan didn't speak, Song Ye glanced at the back row of the classroom and understood, and handed him the roster in his hand, "Help me put it on the podium, and I'll move tables and chairs for you."

Shen hesitated for a few seconds before reaching out to take it.

He was a little surprised, he didn't expect such a coincidence, the head teacher turned out to be Song Ye.

There are vacant classrooms on this floor. Song Ye contacted the administrator to get a key to move in and put it in the last row by the window. Then he went to the podium to get a towel, "Wipe it."

"Thank you."

After Shen Yan sat down, Song Ye began to introduce himself.

"Hello, students. My name is Song Ye." He took out a piece of chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard. The font was correct and standardized. "It's your class teacher."

"Because there will be military training in the next week, so I won't say anything else for tonight's class meeting. Everyone will introduce themselves and get to know each other, and then push out a few temporary class committee members. Okay?"

Everyone said in unison: "Good!"

"Then let's start with the student on the far left who is against the wall, and then move across, and so on."

Most of the girls in the front row are shy in introducing themselves, and the content is the same. They are all names, hometowns, junior high schools, hobbies, and talents. When it is the boys' turn, they become very casual for some reason.

Go up and say "Hello everyone, my name is ×××", and then come down after bowing at the end, which is concise and clear.

Although this self-introduction is generally just a formality, the most important thing is to get along with each other later, but it is also good to give people an impression in advance.

Song Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and couldn't help but stop him after several times, "Wait a minute, don't be so casual, talk about your hobbies, and refer to girls."

Tao Chuan, who had just finished the introduction, widened his eyes, and pointed at the few boys who got away with it before, "What about them?"

Song Ye smiled, thought about the leader's name, and said, "Then start with... Yang Hang and start over."

The boys who were named did not hesitate, stood up and went on stage to introduce themselves again.

With such a stirring, the atmosphere gradually became more relaxed.

The hour hand turned around quietly, and it was the turn of the last row.

Shen Yan stood up from his seat and walked slowly to the front.He didn't go to the podium, but stood in the empty passage between the first row and the podium, and said softly, "My name is Shen Yan, from Wenling. I graduated from Wenyue No. [-] Middle School and have no hobbies."

He stood up straight, quietly clenched the hands hanging by his sides, his eyelashes were half-downcast staring at the corner of the table, his indifferent brows revealed a hint of impatience, as if everyone present owed money and would not pay it back, and he didn't bother to ask for money. want.

His voice fell, and there was no sound in the classroom.

Song Ye coughed dryly, intending to ask something, when a loud and rapid applause broke out from the back row, breaking the condensed atmosphere.

The others also reacted and applauded.

Song Ye said, "Okay, let's go down."

Shen Yan returned to his seat.

Song Ye glanced at the time and said, "Take a break for 10 minutes, everyone can use this time to chat and deepen their relationship."

He could obviously feel the searching gazes from all directions, Shen Yan was a little irritable, lying on the table to avoid these gazes, quietly listening to the two boys at the front desk chatting about their high school entrance examination results to their ideal university, and how many trees outside their house were chatting. Where will I buy a house in the future, words such as Ba La La Xiao Moxian and Transformers are also interspersed.

Shen Yan couldn't understand the connection between the two.

I also don't understand how they can chat together so quickly and have such a good chat.

After listening for a while, he couldn't help being in a daze again.

From here, you can see row upon row of high-rise buildings outside the campus, criss-crossing high-voltage lines, flashing traffic lights and occasional flying birds, weaving a colorful picture under the darkening sky.

There was almost no sound of car horns reaching my ears, and it was not as noisy as the laughter of children downstairs.

Across a window, there was bustle and bustle inside and outside, but none of it seemed to have anything to do with him.

Sure enough, school was as boring as ever, no different from before.

As soon as this idea came to his head, the boy at the front desk turned to talk to him, his big and bright eyes fixed on him, "Hello, Shen Yan, my name is Duan Zheng, the Zheng who fights in all directions."

Shen Yan was so shocked that he suffocated his breath, straightened up and distanced himself, "...Hello."

Duan Zheng grinned and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

"what?"

"Is your alma mater Wenyue Hefeng Primary School?"

Hearing this sentence, Shen Yan's expression turned cold instantly, his eyes were filled with coldness, full of guard and scrutiny.

Duan Zheng shivered involuntarily, suppressed his smile, and said a little helplessly: "I'm sorry...I, I shouldn't ask...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't be angry."

Although he couldn't figure out what kind of trouble this question had caused.

Shen Yan lowered his eyes and ignored him.

Duan Zheng said sorry several times in a low voice, then turned back carefully.

In the second part of self-study, Song Ye on the podium was emphasizing the precautions of the military training week. Some students below were talking in a low voice, and he gently reminded him to listen carefully.

"...Military training during the day, and evening self-study at night. Considering your hard work, the end of school is adjusted to nine o'clock, that is, two hours. The teaching materials will be distributed tomorrow, you can read them in advance—"

As he spoke, his eyes swept across the still young faces of the students, but his speaking speed gradually slowed down until he completely stopped talking.

The boy stared blankly out of the window, his overgrown bangs cast shadows to block his eyes, his school uniform was too loose for him, and it bulged up as he leaned back on the chair, as if he was trying to hide his thoughts in vain .

"Shen Yan." Song Ye called him in a moderate voice.

Several doubtful eyes followed the soft call, Shen Yan blinked, and then lowered his head as if nothing had happened.

Song Ye continued: "Tomorrow morning, we will gather at the sports field at seven o'clock. I will wait for you there. You must wear your school uniform. Then, if you need anything, you can come to the office next door to find me. If I'm not there, call me. Your Mobile phones can be used during military training, but they must be handed in after military training..."

He babbled a lot, and the last step was to run for the temporary class committee, and interested students came to the stage to recommend themselves, and then collectively voted.

Duan Zheng leaned over to look at the choices at the same table, "Who did you choose?"

The deskmate withdrew his hand without any concealment, and said in a helpless tone, "Why do you choose to look at me?"

"I don't even know each other, so I don't know who to choose."

"I don't know either, which name sounds good and which one to choose."

Duan Zheng was puzzled, "You mean, Zhu Zhuangqiang sounds nice?"

"..." The deskmate: "Don't you think this name is very energetic?"

"..."

Shen Yan was unable to write for a long time and wanted to abstain, but after hearing this, he was silent for a while, and then wrote the three words "Zhu Zhuangqiang" on the paper.

At 09:30, it finally came to an end. Song Ye wiped the ballots on the blackboard and said, "Come here first today, everyone go back and have a good rest."

The small carts for buying food outside the school gate did not close until very late.

Most of the stall owners put it under the ginkgo tree, surrounded by a simple roof, and hung a light bulb on the front of the car. The cold or warm lights cover a small area, like fireflies living in the dark, which is eye-catching.

The greedy students lingered in it, and some even ate from the stall to the end of the street, wiped the corners of their mouths and left satisfied.

At ten forty, Song Qikun's figure appeared at the main entrance, accompanied by a girl.

He approached Shen Yan and said, "I'm 10 minutes late, I wrote an extra question, I'm sorry."

Shen Yan put away the phone and said softly, "I just arrived too."

"This is Shen Yan." Song Qikun turned his head and introduced to the curious Liu Xinrong, "I mentioned it to you."

"Oh." Liu Xinrong was stunned, and smiled friendly, "Hello, my name is Liu Xinrong."

The girl is 1.6 meters tall by visual inspection. She looks good-looking, with a round face and fair skin. She feels very comfortable when she smiles.

"Hello." Shen Yan cherished words like gold.

In consideration of the safety of the students on their way home, the street lights in the nearby sections are densely arranged, and the light is connected and blended, as bright as day.

Song Qikun and Liu Xinrong were talking about the math problem they just wrote, but Shen Yan couldn't understand, so he gently pinched Song Qikun's school uniform, and put his forehead on his shoulder.

"What, what's wrong?" Song Qi