After the rain

Li Hu whistle.

"The opening ceremony was at 07:30 in the morning, and the sun hadn't even hit the track and field at that time, so just don't wear your skirts, your old cold legs don't get cold."

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he claimed to be old with cold legs, but no one refuted it, and he felt that his words were reasonable.

"Then pick a long skirt? Wear long johns inside."

"……also."

"Search for autumn and winter styles directly."

"Hey, hey, this set is not bad, click on it and have a look."

Everyone talked and discussed in full swing. Song Qikun came back from Class 17 of the first year of high school, just in time to finalize the final style - the British-style college uniform, with an inner sweater and a jacket, with both style and warmth.

The registration form for the competition was spread out on the desk. Song Qikun flipped through it and filled in the high jump, 200-meter sprint, 3000-meter and 4×300-meter relay.The school has a mandatory requirement that at least one person from each class participate in the single-player event. There are very few boys in their class, and there are only a handful of those who are good at sports.

The emphasis is on participation.

Zhang Fan passed the booklet of counting the size of the class uniform to the back, saw the curvature of the corner of his mouth that had not been flattened for a long time, felt suspicious, rubbed his chin and muttered, "It's not right, it's very wrong."

Song Qikun wrote down 'XL' according to the handwritten size chart on the first page, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"There is something wrong with you, what happened to you? With a smile on his face, he never stopped laughing." Zhang Fan greeted Liu Xinrong, intending to join hands to find out, "Rongrong, do you think so?"

The last class was too much to memorize. Liu Xinrong was too busy making up notes and was not interested. She said, "You didn't see him in class like that. He could laugh at the teacher. I suspect he is bewitched."

Shitai is the history teacher of their class. The full name is Miejue Shitai. According to the personal habits of the students, based on this, a variety of different addressing methods have been developed, such as Miejue, Shitai, Miejie, Lao Mie, Ah Jue...etc. wait.

This person firmly believes that strict teachers lead to high-quality apprentices, and he has extremely strict requirements on students, almost unreasonable, and he always has a serious face no matter in class or in class, which is why he got the name Miejue Shitai.

"Is there?" Song Qikun pressed the corner of his mouth with his hands, and he didn't believe what he said, "No."

"Tch." Zhang Fan curled his lips, with a slightly weird expression, "Recently, I ran out during recess, why did I go?"

Song Qikun blinked twice, with a calm expression, "Go to the bathroom."

Zhang Fan didn't give any face, "Diarrhea or frequent urination?"

"Pfft." Liu Xinrong covered her mouth and smiled.

Song Qikun: "..."

During evening self-study, Qi Jiajia came to him to ask about the result.

They were standing by the window at the end of the corridor. Qi Jiajia didn't want others to overhear the conversation, so she cautiously dragged Song Qikun here to have a secret talk.

"You two have such a good relationship, and he won't even tell you?" Qi Jiajia's beautiful eyes widened, her eyebrows were raised, and when she changed her mood, she lowered her eyebrows and wrinkled, her face full of disappointment.

Outside the window is a green lawn interspersed with gravel paths, and the light from the porch lights scatters out, melting silently into the darkness and being swallowed by the darkness.

The further you go, the less you can see it.

Just like her wishful thinking.

Qi Jiajia was silent for a long time, trying to look calm, shrugged and said: "Forget it, if he likes others, he can like others."

After all, she won't like her, she has no chance, and she can't stop it.

Shen Yan made it very clear from the beginning.

—I have no feelings for you.

She refused so harshly, her expression was colder than her tone, which made her think that she was hated, and she was sad for several days because of it.

"Thank you." She took a deep breath, put her toes up and down, turned her head and smiled, her eyes sparkled, "I'm going back to the classroom first."

"it is good."

When the people walked away, Song Qikun leaned back against the wall, slowly relaxed his body, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Rou Rou sent a developed photo on Sunday afternoon, which is a group photo of them.

The three of them were sitting on the sofa, Rourou in the middle was hugging milk tea wearing a bear suit, smiling brightly, she couldn't stop the fat-headed penguin behind the sofa—half of her head was in the mirror.

Shen Yan and Song Qikun are on the left and the right, the former is sitting upright with a cold expression, while the latter is relaxed with a smile on his face.

"Brother, you don't even smile." Rourou pointed at Shen Yan in the photo, not very satisfied.

Shen Yan had no way to explain, so he pinched her face lightly.

The little girl snorted, stood on tiptoe to pinch him, and demanded, "Brother, laugh."

Shen Yan bent down to let her pinch.

Her expression was so fierce, it seemed that even the baby fat was tightened, but her hand was as light as a tickle, "Brother laughs."

Shen Yan smiled lightly.

"Ah." The little girl exaggeratedly covered her face with her hands, her sly eyes leaked from between her fingers that were fanned into small fans, "Big brother looks so pretty when he smiles."

She had a tender voice, and she sang along: "You look so pretty when you smile ~ like a spring flower ~"

Shen Yan said: "It sounds good."

Song Qikun humiliated himself, "I can sing as well."

Rou Rou hastily covered Shen Yan's ears, thinking she whispered: "Brother, don't listen, his singing is terrible, even birthday songs are out of tune."

Song Qikun: "..."

The author has something to say:

Rourou: A lot of money to buy a pair of ears that have never heard Brother Qikun sing.

27、Try

Regarding the performance of the art festival, Song Ye asked the students to discuss in private, and finally decided on the poetry recitation of "Farewell to Cambridge".

The number of performers corresponded to the class number, and 17 people were selected to take the stage, eight girls and nine boys, and the one who played the piano piece with the soundtrack was the only one.

The school's rehearsal room is allocated time to use, and when it is the turn of the class, the class teacher will take it to rehearse.

This poem is a compulsory content for this semester, Song Ye simply micro-study the plan and bring it forward to study.He specially found recitation videos on the Internet for students to enjoy and imitate, and also popularized some simple recitation skills.

Affected by this, every class break, there will be a burst of reading sound in the class one after another. Sadness and passion collide, and the sound is thick and clear, creating a subtle harmony.

"So lightly I leave, just as lightly I came; softly I wave, and transform into a cloud in the western sky."

"The golden willow by the river is the bride in the setting sun; the beautiful shadow in the waves is rippling in my heart."

Duan Zheng was included in the list of performers. He held the textbook and read with emotion and emotion, devoting himself to it, strictly following the red pen between the words and sentences, and the cadence and urgency were not bad at all. The fly in the ointment is... the facial expression is too exaggerated.

Shen Yan helped him record it, and he himself felt hot when he watched it, and goosebumps fell all over the ground, "Huh~"

No wonder when he went to the rehearsal room, Song Ye always reminded him to put down his expression.

In addition, admission to the opening ceremony of the sports meeting is also the most important thing. The performance over the rostrum can be ingenious and follow the rules. Because the former requires extra time and energy, most classes choose the latter - shouting class slogans.

In the physical education class, the physical education teacher led the drills for each class, and the school also used the exercise time between classes every morning to go through the cutscenes as a whole, and then formally rehearsed on Sunday afternoons, and the scorching sun continued again and again, as if it was endless.

There is only such a short afternoon in a week to rest and relax, but it was ruthlessly deprived of it. The students complained secretly, but there was nothing they could do.

Shen Yan did not participate in it. On the one hand, his self-esteem did not allow him to limp in the queue, and on the other hand, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the crowd.

After so many years of tortoise walking, it was difficult for him to suddenly walk normally like others.

Song Ye would not let him leave the group, and there was a task at hand that urgently needed to select suitable candidates-reading the entrance commentary of each class.

Shen Yan was reluctant, and after listening to it, he was silent for a while, and said in a blunt tone, "I can't."

Song Ye expected that he would refuse, so he said softly, "Why not? You don't need to withdraw the manuscript, just read it as it is."

Shen Yan said, "I can't read well."

"You say you can't read well before you try it." Song Ye disagreed with this, and took out the A4 paper sandwiched in the textbook and handed it over, "This is from our class, read it to me."

Shen Yan didn't answer and remained silent.

Song Ye maintained the stretching movement and looked at him calmly.

This silent confrontation lasted for nearly 2 minutes. Song Ye took the lead to back down, withdrew his sour hands, leaned back and leaned back on the chair, the gentle expression on his face gradually faded, his lips were lightly pursed, and he let out a slow sigh from his nose.

The tip of his tongue touched the back molars and licked slowly half a circle, the right masseter muscle protruded slightly, he sat up straight again, and asked sincerely: "Then what are you going to do? There is no competition, you will not participate in the poetry recitation, and the queue will not leave. Now I will arrange tasks for you You don't want to do it either, what do you want to do? The sports meeting is right to be a holiday, right?"

He frowned after speaking, and his tone became more and more serious, with a hint of accusation.

Shen Yan's eyes were silent and he couldn't see through his emotions. His thumb was bent in the palm of his hand. He squeezed it quietly, and there was a slight sound from the joints.

"I didn't ask you to do this to embarrass you. I just want you to integrate into the group and the atmosphere of the sports meeting. If you don't want to, I can find someone else, but—" Song Ye paused for a while and asked slowly: "Don't you feel that you are too far away from everyone?"

"Apart from Duan Zheng and Xie Junwen, have you ever taken the initiative to talk to other students in the class? Other teachers asked you to come to the office. If me, Qian Xia and Deng Lin were not here, would you talk to the teacher? I don't know you What is the standard for distinguishing acquaintances from strangers, I don’t know why you can’t get along with your classmates and teachers normally, and I don’t know what you are afraid of.”

"It's been almost two months, and I haven't felt the slightest bit of your willingness to integrate into this class."

"It's not that everyone isolated you, it's that you rejected everyone." Sentences came from the heart, Song Ye was exhausted and helpless, "I thought you were just a little shy, but I didn't expect you..."

His words stopped, he stared at the office door, stretched out and then shrank