After the rain

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Taking advantage of the gap between the opponent's serve, Song Qikun asked the sports committee, "What did you just say?"

The sports committee naively thought that he didn't hear clearly, and repeated it kindly, "I ask, is it because the person you like is watching you, so you are particularly motivated to play?"

"No." Song Qikun dropped two words in a cold tone, and ran over to grab the ball.

Sports Committee: "..."

No, no, why are you so fierce all of a sudden?

In the second half of the third year of high school, Class 5 managed to recover the score, but it was still far behind.Five minutes before the end of get out of class, the game was stopped by the whistle of the physical education teacher, and finally ended with a score of 76:24.

There is no doubt that Class [-] of the second year of senior high school has won an overwhelming victory.

A game of ball was played heartily, from head to toe it seemed to have been washed with sweat, the wind passed through the drenched fabric, and the coolness pressed against the skin.

Shen Yan picked up the school uniform over his shoulder, took out a tissue and water from his schoolbag with one hand and handed it to Song Qikun.

"Thank you." He had just washed his face at the water pipe beside the court, folded a paper towel in half to wipe off the water droplets on his face, his brown eyes were as bright as amber in the sun, and he stared at Shen Yan for a moment.

Puzzled in Shen Yan's heart, he pursed his lips and thought for a moment before unscrewing the bottle cap for him.

Song Qikun felt a little better, and said, "Your hair was cut outside?"

I was thinking about something in a mess before, and I forgot about it.

"Teacher Song cut it."

"Ok?"

"Your father."

Not far away, Qi Jiajia, a girl with a high ponytail, kept looking this way, as if hesitating whether to come over to say goodbye.

Seeing this, Song Qikun tried his best to suppress the gloomy air that leaked out in his eyes, and he clicked his tongue: "Why are you swearing?"

Shen Yan: "..."

It was uncharacteristically mean.

The autumn wind embroidered golden skirts on the ginkgo leaves at the school gate, and a few pieces mixed in the rich emerald green were particularly eye-catching.

Shen Yan accurately caught a two-color leaf that fell with the wind, and carefully observed its surface texture by pinching the petiole.

The junction of golden yellow and green is natural, and the two colors converge in the same leaf, which is eye-catching and different.

The fading enthusiasm was replaced by exhaustion, and Song Qikun's pedaling speed gradually slowed down.

He was very confused, and urgently needed to cut through the mess and open up a clear path.

The bicycle was parked on the side of the road, Song Qikun raised his head and took two mouthfuls of mineral water to strengthen his courage, and said, "Do you like Qi Jiajia?"

Shen Yan just searched on the Internet how to make specimens, and was immersed in studying the detailed process, but didn't realize it for a while, "Huh?"

"Are you dating her?"

I added WeChat at noon, and it will be available when I meet in the afternoon. Isn’t that similar to pearl milk tea?

The fairy love of ten people and nine admiration.

The unintentionally mixed spikes in his tone were a bit irritating, Shen Yan pondered for a moment, landed on one foot, leaned forward to observe his face, and even raised his hand to feel the temperature of his forehead, "It's not good, and I don't like it either."

After answering these two questions, Shen Yan pondered, "Do you like her?"

The temperature is normal and there is no fever, so it should not be talking nonsense, but his face is so ugly, and his tone and attitude are not normal.

There are various indications that Song Qikun probably likes Qi Jiajia, and then misunderstood what he had with her.

"She did confess to me." Shen Yan explained and reminded him at the same time, so that he had a bottom line, "But I don't have feelings for her, so I refused. If you like her, you can still pursue her if you work harder. Arrived."

He spoke solemnly, with encouragement in his words.

They were too close to each other, Song Qikun could see himself in a daze from his eyes.

The previous depression was swept away, and the uncontrollable acceleration of the heart hit the chest, trying to break through the bones and flesh, so that this person could see the joy gushing out of him at this moment.

"I don't like her." Song Qikun said softly, grabbed his hand and pressed it to his chest, lowered his head and smiled with his eyes closed.

Shen Yan frowned: "Your heart is beating so fast, are you feeling unwell?"

Song Qikun: "No, I'm so happy."

When did this feeling called liking start?

he does not know.

Maybe it was that night, when the boy's forehead fell lightly on his shoulder, the scorching heat that couldn't be stopped through two layers of clothes penetrated the skin and burned all the way into his heart.

Or was it the shameless chess game, the young man's slightly raised lips were quietly tugging at his heartstrings, and in the step-by-step back and forth that they knew each other well, what they were stepping on was not chess pieces, but palpitations that made people trance.

Probably even earlier.

If the initial heartbeat is not noticed, it will be extremely difficult to trace back later.

"What are you happy about?" Shen Yan circled.

Song Qikun's voice was more than ten times gentler, "I'll tell you later."

Shen Yan was not very satisfied with the answer, so he poked his brow with the ginkgo leaf handle with a sullen mouth.

Although Qi Jiajia was rejected, she didn't intend to give up. She always came to freshman class to send letters and snacks to increase her favorability between classes. Her perseverance touched more than half of the students in Class 17, and she often helped her keep a close eye on Shen Yan's movements.

Because the girl never saw anyone nine times out of ten, the one time she finally saw her was when Shen Yan wanted to return the letters and gifts to her.

Qi Jiajia forced a smile, took two steps back and refused to answer, "What are you doing?"

Shen Yan issued her a card again, "Sorry."

They stood on the balcony near the stairs, and the students passing by cast curious glances. The back door of Class 17 was even more extreme. More than a dozen onlookers, led by Duan Zheng, crowded together.

Qi Jiajia lowered her head in embarrassment, her voice was very low: "What's wrong with me?"

"pretty good."

How embarrassing is the atmosphere.

Qi Jiajia knew that she shouldn't be stalking, but she was unwilling to do so, her feet stuck to the floor and she couldn't move.

She stared at the toe of her shoes, her eyes were sore and she was about to shed tears, "Then you didn't agree to me because, is there someone you like?"

Shen Yan said, "No, it's because I don't have feelings for you."

Qi Jiajia's shoulders trembled violently, and she rushed down the stairs without looking back.

Cried.

like.

The direction of the plot surprised all the people who eat melons.

Didn't see the heart-pounding scene where the handsome man and the beautiful woman successfully held hands, Duan Zheng waved his hand in disappointment and told everyone to leave, what should they do.

By the way, give brother Shen a thumbs up.

The steel bars are not as straight as him.

Shen Yan pursed her lips, looking at the bag containing the letters and gifts in trouble.

These things should have been returned long ago, and the refusal should not have been delayed for such a long time. Song Qikun was entirely to blame for how things turned out like this.

After class, I ran over to find him, said that I was borrowing my mobile phone, and then dragged him to the end of the corridor to play WeChat games.

It was almost time for class and left in a hurry.

Leaving him with a dazed look on his face, he missed the time when Qi Jiajia and Qi Jiajia came to deliver things.

At this time, the culprit appeared from behind mysteriously, with a pure and honest face, "Why are you standing here?"

Without saying a word, Shen Yan put the paper bag on his wrist, took out the mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to him, then turned and went back to the classroom.

Song Qikun: "?"

After that, Qi Jiajia never came to Class 17 again, but someone with a guilty conscience ran so hard that he almost became half of Shen Yan's deskmate.

The monthly exam is approaching, and the learning atmosphere in the class is stronger than usual. There are not many people running around chasing and fighting during the break. Xing spent the next seven days of National Day holiday.

Monthly exam review is not in the teaching plan of the teacher in the No. [-] Middle School at all. Even if the exam is tomorrow, he can still tell you the new content of the day today, assigning two or three papers and countless questions.

Therefore, the review and consolidation of the exam depends entirely on the students themselves.

At this time, the existence of the "learning materials sharing" group is very important.

There will be an understatement from the academic gods at the top of the pyramid, and the neat, rigorous, and prioritized key points of each subject from the middle-level academic masters will nourish the rest of the thriving saplings like sunshine and rain.

Morning reading is no longer limited to the one stipulated in the schedule. There are math papers under the Chinese textbooks, and the periodic table of elements and physical formulas are mixed in the English words. They have nothing to do with each other but are inexplicably harmonious.

"Is this test really good?? Why can't I even understand the question?" Duan Zheng scratched his head and cheeks at a physics question, and even the strands of his hair showed anxiety.

"Are you digging example questions in the group again?" Xie Junwen was much calmer than him, he finished a set of math papers with ease, and planned to do another set with his hand, "Take the essence and discard the dross, don't be blind See, it doesn't do much."

Duan Zheng: "Does the god of learning still have dross?"

Xie Junwen said: "When the level of knowledge is not at the same level, things you don't understand can be regarded as dross. If you don't understand, you can just look at it. It's a waste of time. Besides, you have to be clear. Theology Master is also the first monthly exam. Most of the questions are based on the previous monthly exam papers. When the teachers are not in the same batch, how much is the value of reference? If you have the time to study these things, how much do you still have? It’s better to review the weak points in a down-to-earth manner and secure the points you should get.”

"Oh." It was a rare time for Duan Zheng not to quarrel with Xie Junwen, and obediently dug up ancient poems and recited them.

The weather outside the window is gloomy, the gray and black clouds are infinitely lowered, the cold wind is raging, and the golden autumn leaves are sweeping across the ground, indicating that a storm is coming.

Shen Yan casually flipped through a page of the book, and tapped the table with his fingertips regularly, which coincided with the frequency of the stabbing pain in his ankle.

During the recuperation period, he behaved mischievously, no matter how hard he took care of him afterwards, it would not be complete. When the weather came to this kind of weather, it was like a small hammer was hitting the bones. It didn't hurt very much, but it made people feel flustered.

The dull thunder came from the distant sky, and the drizzle fell with it. The wind and rain slanted, covering the windows and losing sight.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it lasted for several hours without any tendency to stop. The heavy rain curtain flooded the entire