After the rain

Duan Zheng nodded, and sent him the photo consciously, "Yes, yes, did she confess her love to you?"

After being kicked out of the group by 'Genuine Girlfriend' in the morning, Duan Zheng switched the screen and found that there were a few more friend applications, all of which were straightforward or implicit to ask for Shen Yan's WeChat, with the mentality of choosing the best for Shen Ge , He asked for photos one by one, and after careful comparison, he kept the most beautiful one, and deleted all the others.

The one who stands out is Qi Jiajia.

Seeing that Shen Yan didn't speak, Duan Zheng mistakenly thought that he had acquiesced, and his eyes immediately lit up like two big 500W light bulbs, "Did you agree? Are you together? Are you late at noon? Are you on a date? Is it right?" Super beautiful? Hurry up, brother Shen, please satisfy my curiosity!!"

As a key person in the matchmaking, he should be qualified to know the first-hand definite news!

Shen Yan: "..."

More and more outrageous.

"What are you curious about?" Shen Yan directly found out the chat records and showed him.

[Male god and male god, I am Qi Jiajia from Class [-], Grade [-] Literature! ]

[Shen Yan. ]

[I know I know, I really like you! ]

"It's gone?" Duan Zheng opened his mouth wide, his expression seemed to be struck by lightning, and he pressed the phone screen and pulled it up vigorously, "Follow-up follow-up, what did you reply?"

"No reply." Shen Yan said.

The blankness in this aspect in the past made him unable to understand the feelings contained in this sentence. Although he was indeed touched by the word "like" at the time, he did not associate it with falling in love.

In the past two years, he has watched a lot of TV dramas to pass the time. The love between the protagonists is like plain water, colorless, tasteless and bland.

He couldn't even tell the emotional difference between falling in love and being friends.

"All the girls are so active!" Duan Zheng's face was full of disbelief, his lips trembling with grief, "You are so, so indifferent!"

The degree of straightness really makes people feel ashamed and admired.

"Brother Shen, you personally shattered a pure and passionate girl's heart!" Duan Zheng sighed.

"So what?" Xie Junwen on the side sneered at his fussy look, rolled up the information book and tapped his head, "Ignore those who don't want to talk to you, don't do what you don't want to do, what's the problem? ?”

"Stop reading novels and return to reality!" Duan Zheng was unconvinced, and retorted with a sneer, "What do you mean by ignoring people who don't want to talk to you? Do you know the word polite? Don't do what you don't want to do? Let your mother's soaring fantasy fart, I don’t want to do my English homework today, can I not do it?”

Xie Junwen: "..."

I think you're fucking itchy.

The pair of enemies began to pinch each other fiercely again, and they couldn't get tired of it.

Shen Yan curled his lips slightly, bowed his head and said "thank you" to Qi Jiajia.

The last class in the afternoon is PE.

The sun at four o'clock is still fierce, and small pieces of flocculent clouds are arranged and spread in an extremely regular manner, from dense to sparse, almost covering half the entire sky.

Physical education class is a rare time to relax. For some boys who are active, they really don't want to waste a second.

While running and jumping, you can see the smooth muscle lines of the teenager's legs, the sweat soaked the back clothes close to the skin, and the dry and hot air is full of the smell of youth hormones.

Song Qikun caught the ball from the sports committee, dribbled twice and retreated beyond the three-point line. When throwing the ball, he distractedly glanced at the entrance of the playground, and missed the ball with a crooked wrist.

Fortunately, the players below the backboard grabbed it and made it up.

The scorching sun more or less affected the line of sight, Song Qikun raised his hand to block it.

Shen Yan was walking slowly towards the plastic track a hundred meters away, beside Qi Jiajia who was smiling like a flower, and the two boys whispered behind them not too far away, as if they were watching a good show.

No wonder.

When get out of class was just over, Qi Jiajia, who always complained about physical education classes, looked so excited, and seriously combed a youthful high ponytail in the mirror.

It turned out to be the case.

Of course, compared to this, Song Qikun's main focus was on Shen Yan's hair.

Did this guy go to the barber shop to have it re-cut?

"Qi Kun catches the ball!" The Sports Commissioner dribbled the ball past two people, and was so blocked that he couldn't make a breakthrough. He took a step back and threw the ball to Song Qi Kun.

Song Qikun quickly restrained his mind, quickly caught the ball with sharp eyes and hands, and looked for the right opportunity to take off and shoot.

hollow ball.

The class bell rang at this time, and the physical education teacher blew the whistle to call people to gather.

As usual, jog for two laps to exercise your muscles and bones, and then the teacher will lead you to do a set of warm-up exercises. The rest of the time is free play.

The girls sat around in the shade to chat and gossip, and the court under the scorching sun became the exclusive territory for the boys to release their stress.

"You play first." Song Qikun greeted the sports committee and went around to the back of the sports equipment room.

He saw Shen Yan walking this way before.

At the base of the fence there is a lush and dense clover, and because few people step on it, the height exceeds the ankle.

Shen Yan squatted on the side, focusing on taking pictures with his phone sideways.

He is tall and has long legs, but his frame is rather slender, and he is too thin. When he is quiet, he looks like a human figure.

Song Qikun approached lightly, but was spotted within a few steps.Shen Yan turned his head, and then pointed his phone at him, taking three pictures in a row.

"Tsk." Song Qikun rushed forward, intending to grab the phone.

Shen Yan got up to avoid it, and suddenly staggered a step.

"Be careful!" Song Qikun turned to grab his arm, tugged lightly, showing concern, "Are you okay?"

"Don't move." Shen Yan said.

Song Qikun really stopped moving, "Huh?"

Shen Yan took out the phone hidden behind his back, and took a picture of his face.

"..." Song Qikun gritted his teeth, and threatened, "I'll report you for hiding your phone."

Shen Yan pressed the power button, put the phone into Song Qikun's pocket, "I'll keep it for you."

After his hair was cut short, his whole temperament was different.

Although he still had the same expressionless face and his gaze was always kept low, but the corners of his eyes and the brows were a little careless and unrestrained for no reason.

In short, Shen Yan used to give people the feeling that he was indifferent and difficult to get along with, but now he added another one, not easy to mess with.

The kind that is not easy to mess with if you are a little unhappy and can give people a scoop.

Like a prickly head.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll look through it?" Song Qikun raised his eyebrows at the stabbing head.

"There is a password." The stabbing head was confident.

"Not this morning." Song Qikun was inexplicably upset.

Shen Yan: "There are photo albums."

His eyes are brighter than usual, and if you look carefully, you can find the subtle arc of the corner of the mouth, which is very shallow, but it is real.

It seems to be secretly happy because of something.

Song Qikun immediately thought of Qi Jiajia.

Objectively speaking, Qi Jiajia is indeed very beautiful.As the so-called natural beauty is hard to give up, she doesn't need to dress up, just standing there in her school uniform will become a beautiful scenery by itself.

She is also top-notch in her studies. As the literary and art committee member of their class, she can sing and dance well. She performed a peacock dance at the art festival last year and amazed everyone. She received a gift from a love letter...

Thinking about it carefully, it's not surprising that Shen Yan likes her, and from the current point of view, it seems that they are in love with each other.

But he couldn't imagine what it would be like for this person to fall in love.

Should girls take the initiative in everything, holding hands and hugging is okay, but kissing is...

"Hiss—" Song Qikun inhaled, clenched his fist and slammed his forehead vigorously before stopping, suddenly felt a toothache.

What the hell is he thinking?

The man Shen Yan didn't say anything, he could write a novel here with his wild fantasies.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yan was taken aback by him, and pulled his hand down, "Do you have a headache?"

Song Qikun took a deep breath, his heart choked up suddenly, "I'm sick."

Shen Yan: "?"

15. Open up

The two adjacent courts on the left are reserved for senior ones to practice shooting. They line up in a long line and take turns changing shots.

Shen Yan covered Song Qikun's school uniform jacket to shade his head, Song Qikun's schoolbag was at his feet, squeezed a milk ice cream in his hand, and squatted next to the scoreboard to watch the game.

Small competitions between classes.

Class [-] of the second year of high school is against class [-] of the third year of high school.

The current score is 34:6.

Class [-] of the second year of high school is far ahead, and the gap is still widening.

"Why is it so fierce today?" The sports committee panted heavily, fanned the hem of his clothes, and turned his elbow to Song Qikun, who scored again, "Every shot is right."

Almost half of the points were scored by him, and the hit rate is really ruthless.

"No." Song Qikun raised the back of his hand and rubbed it uncomfortable, sweat dripping into his eyes, "I didn't get in just a few minutes ago."

Everyone on the other side is tall and big, and the tonnage is a little bit beyond the standard. When they step on the horse, they are like a wall. It is very uncomfortable to prevent them from being able to use it. If they can't get into the three-second zone, they can only choose mid-range or long-range shots.

"That's not bad, okay?" The Sports Committee scanned the crowd and teased with winks, "Is it because the person you like is watching you, so you are particularly motivated?"

Song Qikun instinctively wanted to refute, as if he glanced at the scoreboard unintentionally, his eyes changed.

Where did you go again?

He frowned and searched for the target, his eyes fell on a corner of the field.

——Shen Yan and Qi Jiajia stood together.

The sun is gradually setting towards the west, and the sun is shining obliquely. There is a polite and alienated distance between the two, but the shadows overlap intimately.

The girl tilted her head and smiled, and the wind blew her long, smooth hair. A few strands of hair seemed to know the owner's mind, and with the help of the soft wind, they jumped and danced, seemingly touching the boy's arm.

thus erasing that distance