After the rain

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Shen Xin's report arrived as scheduled, he went back, the two chatted briefly, and then devoted themselves to work non-stop.

The surrounding area was strangely quiet, only the rustling sound of the pen nib rubbing against the paper.

It was Song Qikun who wrote the calculation steps on the manuscript paper.

People tend to get sleepy when they are bored. Shen Yan stared at Song Qikun's hand holding the pen for a while, feeling that time was getting slower and slower.

He slowly closed his eyes, the light was too bright, and he fell into a red darkness.

Song Qikun finished two sets of moderately difficult math test papers in an hour. He stopped writing and planned to take a break. When he looked up, he found that Shen Yan had fallen asleep leaning against the back of the chair.

He relaxed in the chair, tilted his head and stretched his brows, his face was softer than usual.

The glasses were placed on the table, and a corner of the paper danced happily due to the wind that slipped into the room.

The space is bright and bright, the sunlight falls on half of his shoulders, spreading silently to his chest, waist and abdomen, but it seems to deliberately pass over his face, not wanting to disturb his light sleep.

Unconsciously watching for a long time, Song Qikun's heart was pounding, and he called softly: "Xiaobao."

No one answered, and the surroundings were completely quiet.

Song Qikun didn't know what he was thinking, his thoughts and heart rate were all out of proportion, his blood flowed backwards, boiling loudly in his body like boiling water, it was so hot that even his muscles and bones softened and melted, reshaping into an inexplicable impatience, encouraging him to sink Extend closer.

But Shen Yan didn't do anything, he just fell asleep in front of him so defenselessly.

That's it.

The chair moved away from the table, and the sound of the soft plastic slippers stepping on the floor became almost silent, and the tips of the fingers pressing the edge of the table turned white due to excessive force, and quickly returned to blood color after they were released.

Song Qikun stood one step away from Shen Yan, stretched out his hand to touch his face, but stopped when he was about to touch him, and changed to another way of intimacy that he craved even more.

The kiss as light as a feather restrained it from touching the side of the eyes, and it was split at the touch of a touch, but it didn't go away immediately.He held his breath, pressed his lower back even lower, hesitated a little, and then reached the corner of his lips insatiably.

Something fell to the ground with a "click", and Song Qikun seemed to wake up from a nightmare. His breathing suddenly turned into a bleak autumn wind, and he took two steps back suddenly to find the source of the sound. His panicked eyes finally locked on the neutral fountain pen on the ground.

He didn't have time to think about where the pen fell from and why it fell. He only cared about whether Shen Yan woke up and whether his despicable behavior was caught on the spot.

If Shen Yan opened his eyes at this moment, he would definitely run away.

Fortunately not, the young man was still sleeping soundly, motionless, the white light reflected by his clothes illuminated his quiet face, and his facial features swayed between illusion and reality.

Song Qikun was afraid of waking people up, so he only dared to sneak a peek out of the corner of his eye. He thought someone was beating a drum in his ear, but only now did he realize that it was his out-of-control heartbeat.

He counted silently, and when he counted to one hundred, he finally fell back gradually, giving him the strength to pick up the pen that scared him half to death.

Song Qikun sat back in his seat, picked up the cup and sipped cold water, trying to focus on the paper.

He almost read the question word by word, and repeated a simple number sequence question several times, but his brain, which had suffered a violent shock, did not collect any useful information, let alone subsequent processing operations.

There was a layer of cool sweat on his forehead, Song Qikun raised his hand to wipe it, but found that his palm was also wet, he took another look at Shen Yan, stood up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

Behind him, Shen Yan opened his eyelids a slit, his pupils dilated into a thick fog, and his emotions were elusive.

He closed his eyes again, and his Adam's apple slipped slightly, locking his mind.

Song Qikun calmed down a lot after washing his face, and finished the rest of the study tasks with concentration.

Later Shen Yan really fell asleep. Due to the improper sleeping position, after waking up, his neck and back were sore and numb, and his head also hurt a little.

He rubbed his temples sleepily, his brain was not clear enough, and he almost knocked over the water glass.

Song Qikun helped him a bit, but he couldn't help touching his hand, he paused, and retracted calmly.

Shen Yan drank half a glass of water, and his hoarse throat felt better, but his mouth was tasteless, so he got up to find some snacks.

I didn't do much homework all afternoon, but I ate and slept, and I was very slack.

It was the same for the remaining few days. After the integration, only two papers were written for each subject, and Song Qikun was worried for him.

Brushing up the set of questions is a process of practice and consolidation. The teacher will not spend too much time and energy to check the degree of self-consciousness of the students. attitude problem.

Even the teacher knows that so many papers will definitely not be finished, and will set a tolerable standard line as appropriate, but writing two out of seven papers is really awkward.

However, his studies have been neglected for too long, and Shen Yan really has no patience to deal with these annoying papers. Two copies are already the limit.

The day before the holiday, Tang Chen asked Song Qikun to play in the No. [-] Middle School. The school gate was open to students who stayed at school and returned early due to holidays. According to the regulations, non-students from the school were not allowed to enter, but no one could tell which school you belonged to once you took off the school uniform. of.

There are also a few classmates in his physical training team who have already made an appointment to play a game. Their temperament is similar to Tang Chen's. They are straightforward and easy to get along with.

Song Qikun made an appointment with Shen Yan.

After playing the ball, he had to go to eat. He didn't know when he would be able to go home, so Shen Yan simply took the milk tea with him, sent it to the wall from the outside, and continued after entering the school gate.

He doesn't know how to play, and he has old foot diseases and is not suitable for this sport, so he is arranged to time and turn over the scoreboard.

The basketball court of the No. [-] Middle School uses a green net to delineate a separate area, with a total of twenty courts, except for weekends, when it is rarely overcrowded.

Song Qikun moved a plastic stool from nowhere, went to the supermarket to sweep up a bag of fruit snacks, and took out a glass of fruit juice as if by magic, "Less ice seven-fen candy."

He was wearing a white jersey number 76 with two S's on it.

Others have also printed it, but it can be seen that it is the initials of the name. Shen Yan thought for a while and said, "Song Song?"

Song Qikun was taken aback, "What?"

Shen Yan motioned for his jersey.

"No." Song Qikun laughed, his face was a little hot, his eyes wandered for a while, and he said, "I'll tell you later."

With an unpredictable expression, Shen Yan poked the lid of the juice cup, "Oh."

At the beginning of the game, the two sides were evenly matched, and the scoring was very tight. Fancy dribbles, block steals, and ultra-long three-pointers were layered in endlessly. There was applause.

During the 10-minute intermission, the boys who called their girlfriends to watch the game walked around the court, scratching their heads and wondering, they saw each other before the game, but where are they now?

In the center of the artificial turf football field on the plastic track, the girls who usually couldn't even unscrew the bottle caps sat together and took turns hugging the cat weighing more than ten kilograms and kissing again and again. The photos in the mobile phone album doubled increase.

The water and towels prepared for her boyfriend were placed beside her, and she had already forgotten about it.

Does the boyfriend have a cute cat?Obviously not.

Milk tea indulges in the gentle countryside, enjoys the gentle teasing and gentle touch of the girls, and snores happily.

Song Qikun was in a full state today. During the break, several girls came over to ask for their contact information, but he politely refused.

He belongs to the type of clothes that look thin and fleshy when undressed. His bare, exposed arms and calf muscles are well-proportioned and tight. He occasionally pulls up his jersey to wipe his sweat, showing his eye-catching abdominal muscles.

Sweat and heat came rushing towards his face, Shen Yan unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it over, "Sit on a stool?"

"Don't sit." Song Qikun poured a third of it, looking left and right, "Where's the milk tea?"

"Football field." Shen Yan knew its movements like the back of his hand.

Song Qikun glanced over, and although he didn't see the exact figure, he was sure it was there, and couldn't help laughing: "It's really cute."

The position of the scoreboard was facing the sun, Shen Yan's face was flushed red, Song Qikun moved a few steps to block the front, and asked, "Is it hot?"

"It's okay." Shen Yan opened a box of strawberries, "Do you want to eat?"

Song Qikun picked the outer package of mineral water, sweat slid from the corners of his forehead, and fell into the neckline along the contours of his face. He said, "My hands are dirty."

Shen Yan took one, took off the stem of the strawberry and fed it.

The strawberry was not big, but Song Qikun ate it in two bites, "It's very sweet."

"What kind of treatment is this?" Tang Chen came over and hugged Shen Yan fiercely, "Come here, let me try one too."

With the friendship of fishing and eating together, and being Song Qikun's good friend, Shen Yan did not break away from the face, "Which one do you want?"

Tang Chen pointed to the biggest one, "This one."

The other team members heard the news, picked up the strawberry stalks with two fingers to support themselves, and praised the deliciousness.

Song Qikun sighed: Can the ones I carefully selected be delicious?

Compared with Strawberry, what annoyed him more was Tang Chen's embrace of Shen Yan, and it wasn't Tang Chen who bothered him, but himself.

The very normal behavior of boys hooking each other's shoulders and backs, but because of their own extra thoughts, it is extremely dazzling, and it is precisely because of this thoughts that he cannot get close to each other as frankly as Tang Chen.

A box of strawberries was wiped out quickly, everyone dispersed, gathered at the half court to shoot the ball to keep their touch, and waited for the next game to start.

Song Qikun frowned and watched Shen Yan cover the empty box and put it back into the bag. When he looked up, he returned to normal, and the negative emotions were quickly absorbed.

Shen Yan suddenly laughed, took out the two strawberries that were hidden just now, and said in the tone of an ordinary child who is trying to coax a child but is determined not to behave: "Here, don't get angry, okay?"

He could sense that Song Qikun was angry, and even if he couldn't guess the exact point of anger, he could still realize that it had something to do with him.

His eyes are like new ones when he smiles