After the rain

It was all supported by Shen Yan's iconic face, if someone else came in, it would be a complete tragedy.

——On the whole, the length of the hair has met the school's requirements, but the bangs seem to have been bitten by a dog, with different lengths, and the rest of the place is layered and uneven. The most terrible thing is the sideburns, which are neat across the board. It seems to have two wigs attached.

Shen Yan finished admiring his "masterpiece" without changing his face, went out to find a hat and put it on without saying a word.

Song Qikun: "..."

It probably means something bad.

The first period in the afternoon is physics class.Physics teacher Qian Xia is over [-] years old, slightly fat, with small eyes and a high-pitched voice.The most taboo thing about her class is being late, so that Shen Yan was not allowed to enter the classroom.

He stood outside playing with his mobile phone, went to the "No. [-] Middle School Emoji Pack Production Base" to collect a few emoticons, and then roughly browsed the historical news of other groups.

At this time, everyone is in class, and there are only a few people who are not afraid of death wandering in the group. It is probably because it is inconvenient to type, and the list is full of fighting pictures.

Feeling bored after watching for a while, Shen Yan put away his phone, turned his eyes and saw two heads popping out of the stairs.

——Song Ye and Lao Deng, the head teacher of class 16, went upstairs together after a short meeting, holding a stack of materials in each hand, and chatting in low voices.

Song Ye seemed a little surprised when he saw him. He took a look at the class from the back door, and realized that it was Qian Xia who was in class.

"How long have you been standing?"

"5 minutes." Shen Yan said.

According to Qian Xia's habit, don't even think about entering the classroom if you don't stand for half a class.

"Come in the office and sit for a while." Song Ye glanced at his feet inadvertently, and paused, "By the way, did you cut your hair?"

Shen Yan pulled the brim of his hat a little uncomfortably, "Cut it."

There is no silver 300 taels here.

"I'll take a look at the hat after I take it off." Song Ye raised his chin leisurely.

Lao Deng also watched the play shaking his legs.

Shen Yan: "..."

Song Ye urged: "Hurry up."

Forced to do so, Shen Yan took off his hat sullenly, revealing his new hairstyle.

Song Ye: "..."

Old Deng: "..."

There is a good saying, don't make fun of others easily, unless you really can't help it.

Song Ye was still relatively reserved, turned his face away and tried to suppress the tumbling smile, while Lao Deng didn't give any face, covered his belly and laughed silently, bent over, and slapped Song Ye on the shoulder, not holding the information in his hand firmly. , splashed all over the floor.

Shen Yan clenched his teeth, and the roots of his ears gradually turned red.

"Okay, okay." Song Ye wiped his face and helped pick up the documents, "Go back to the office first."

"I'm sorry hahahahaha——" Lao Deng gasped for breath with difficulty, his face turned into a liver-colored smile, and he collapsed on the chair as soon as he entered the office, leaning forward and backward, "It's so funny, really hahahahaha!"

Suppressing a smile and sweating all over, Song Ye put down the documents, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt casually, rolled up his sleeves in half, unscrewed the thermos cup, and asked Shen Yan who followed him into the door: "Did you cut it yourself?"

"Song Qikun cut it." Shen Yan's face was numb.

Song Ye's hand trembled violently. He didn't drink the herbal tea, but spilled most of it on the table, and the rim of the cup hit his lower lip.He took a step back in excitement, his calf bumped into the chair, his body weight tilted and he couldn't stand still, and his elbows touched the wall with a muffled "boom".

It can be described as chaos.

"Hey hey!" Lao Deng hurriedly jumped up to support him, "Are you all right! Why are you so excited all of a sudden?"

Shen's outstretched hand quietly retracted.

"It's all right." Song Ye put the thermos next to him, rubbed his numb elbow, "Help me get a towel."

After cleaning the table, his irritated nerves calmed down. He folded up and took out a pair of scissors from the locker, and waved to Shen Yan, "Come here, let me fix it for you."

Shen Yan hesitated for a few seconds before walking over.

The towels in the office were used to wipe the table. Song Ye wrapped his coat around him, went to the opposite office to borrow a comb from the female teacher, and took over the "mess" left by Song Qikun.

Sensing that he seemed nervous, Song Ye said: "Don't worry, I cut Song Qikun for him when he was a child."

Shen Yan slowly relaxed.

"Why don't you go to the barber shop?" Song Ye was skillful, first helped him trim his sideburns, and asked curiously, "Did Song Qikun recommend himself or did you ask him to help?"

Shen Yan skipped the first question and said, "I asked."

That is really a dare to say and a dare to cut.

Lao Deng was on the sidelines making suggestions, "This side can be shorter, yes yes yes..."

No one could be found outside the classroom, Qian Xia who heard the sound said: "..."

14. Love

Gou Chan had no choice but to cut her bangs shorter. For the sake of naturalness, she also trimmed the ends of her hair. The layered and messy hair was also trimmed neatly. The temples are no longer "wig pieces", and they finally look normal.

Shen Yan's hair was quite long before, and Song Ye couldn't see the scar on his forehead, but now that he looked at it closely, he felt shocking.

The scar forms a slightly curved arc from top to bottom, so smooth that it seems to follow a predetermined track and extend unbiasedly all the way, and finally ends at the end of the eye.

Not accidental, more artificial.

Luckily no eyes were hurt.

Although curious, Song Ye didn't ask anything, and carefully helped Shen Yan clean up the broken hair behind his ears and neck, and smiled with satisfaction, "Okay, let's go back to class."

There were only ten minutes left in the first class, and Qian Xia reminded him and his classmates to borrow notes, spend time to make up for the missed content, and ask classmates or go to the office to find her if they don't understand.

"Handsome, Brother Shen!" Duan Zheng turned back as soon as the bell rang, took out his mobile phone and quickly took a picture, and sent it to the group of "Gloomy Boy Ayan Support Club".

Peking University is not a dream: [New hairstyle!too handsome! ! ]

Everyman: [? ?Filmed by landline?Can he look handsome even if he is so confused? ? ]

Grade 7, Class [-], Shit Stirring Stick: [The young man has good eyesight! ]

Little Fairy: [Take off the glasses and find a surprise. ]

Peking University is not a dream: [Hand shaking just now, here is another one! ]

"Brother Shen, look at the camera." Duan Zheng raised his phone.

Shen Yan raised his hand, covered the back of the phone with his palm, swayed his index finger left and right, landed on the upper right corner of the screen by feeling, and clicked.

Almost at the same time, Duan Zheng pressed the shooting button.

With a 'click', his big face full of excitement was perfectly frozen, and half of Shen Yan's finger could still be seen in the picture.

"Pfft!" Xie Junwen spat out a mouthful of water, leaning on the back of the chair and coughing loudly, "cough cough cough——"

"Fuck!" The incident happened suddenly, Duan Zheng couldn't dodge in time, and was sprayed all over his sleeve.He raised his head and roared, "Xie Junwen! You are so disgusting!!"

The two of them had no time to pay attention to the doubtful or probing gazes cast by the classmates. They blushed and argued thickly, neither of them convinced.

Xie Junwen: "Ahem! I didn't mean it!"

Duan Zheng: "You did it on purpose! How dare you say it wasn't intentional when you sprayed on me?!"

Xie Junwen: "Your photo was so stupid that I posted it. How did it become deliberate?"

"Damn it, you fucking attack me personally!"

"You fart!"

"You're the one who farts! Your whole family farts! Brother Shen, if you judge, is it his fault or mine!" Duan Zheng slapped the table, his big eyes staring like copper bells.

Not understanding how the fire spread to himself, Shen Yan pursed his lips, "My fault, don't make noise."

Duan Zheng: "..."

Xie Junwen: "..."

Originally it was a bluff and nonsense, so the two of them couldn't continue to quarrel, you pushed me and hit you with grinning teeth, and they reconciled within minutes.

Shen Yan: "?"

"Adults don't remember villains." Duan Zheng wiped off the water stains on his sleeves, with his nostrils upturned, "I forgive you."

Xie Junwen rolled his eyes, "Idiot."

"You still scold me?"

"idiot."

"Looking for a fight?"

"Stupid."

Shen Yan: "..."

Well, it seems that the reconciliation is not as good as before.

The short 5-minute break time was passed by like this. Shen Yan accidentally looked up in class and saw Duan Zheng holding Xie Junwen's arm to discuss the topic, as peacefully as if the confrontation just now had never happened.

The quarreling and bickering are just adjustments, and the relationship between each other has not been affected by it, and they can get back together as soon as they turn around.

The so-called swearing at each other is actually harmless, both parties don't care about it and take it seriously, it's just a joke.

Shen Yan had never had this kind of experience before, only felt it was novel and unbelievable, and silently paid attention to it.

Half a minute later, the two people in front began to pass the small note theory to each other because of who knocked off the eraser. According to the shaking of the pen while writing, it can be seen that Duan Zheng was very emotional, while Xie Junwen was calm and relaxed.

After about five or six passes, they switched to punching under the table, from two wins in three rounds to three wins in five rounds and then to five wins in seven rounds. Duan Zheng lost all of them.

He angrily picked up the eraser and put it on the middle line of the desk, warning Xie Junwen not to cross the line with his eyes, the latter sneered.

The two kept making small movements back and forth. The math teacher couldn't bear it anymore, pinched half of the chalk in his hand, and threw it hard.

The tip of the chalk hit the table with precision, bounced off Duan Zheng's chin, and got stuck on the neckline.

"You two! Go and stand behind!"

After the math class was over, Duan Zheng returned to his seat with a smile as if nothing had happened, and turned to gossip, "By the way, Brother Shen, did that Qi Jiajia add you?"

"En." Shen Yan nodded.

"Did you agree?" Duan Zheng's eyes lit up.

"agreed."

"What about the progress, how is it going?"

"What progress?"

"Love is progressing." Duan Zheng's fire of gossip was blazing, he flipped through the photo album, and found Qi Jiajia's photo from a pile of sand sculpture emoticons, "Hey, isn't it pretty? The original camera!"

The girl in the photo is wearing a school uniform, with bright eyes, white teeth and long hair fluttering, smiling slightly at the camera, pure and pure.

"Love?" Shen Yan looked away after just one glance, chewing on the word with a frown, not understanding his brain circuit very well.