After the rain

The wonderful cursing words, "It's delicious."

"Then smile."

Shen Yan didn't have the ability to laugh when talking and laughing, so he held his breath for a while, pursed his lips and hesitated again and again, and finally burst into a smile slowly.

Song Qikun's heart couldn't take it anymore.He took a short breath, then licked his lips subconsciously, his Adam's apple rolled twice in a row, and his scorching eyes lingered on Shen Yan's face without any scruples.

Shen Yan's eyes moved slightly, and he touched it with his hands.

Song Qikun: "... Tsk."

The sun is rising, and the golden light is shining.

At 3000 o'clock in the morning, the 800-meter long-distance race of the second-year men's team was held. Before that, the [-]-meter final of the first-year women's team completely ignited the competitive atmosphere. The acquaintances gathered into small groups and shouted loudly to cheer for the participating friends.

Shen Yan collected a stack of cheering manuscripts for Song Qikun and sent them to the radio station. The announcer fulfilled his duties and calmly finished reading the content that was so exaggerated that it made people feel ashamed. flushed.

"Brother Song! Come on! Overtake him! Overtake him!!" Duan Zheng was so excited that he almost knocked down the safety pole of the isolation zone. His voice alone overwhelmed a large group of people around him. Standing next to him, Shen Yan could only feel his eardrums With a dull pain, he moved away calmly.

The referee shook the bell in his hand to remind the athletes that this is the last lap, and then arranged for the staff to pull up the red ribbon.

Song Qikun and No.1 always kept a relatively close fixed distance. When they arrived at the end of the straight section of the sprint, they rushed to catch up, and the other party couldn't bear to show weakness and suddenly accelerated. The two chased each other and crossed the finish line almost at the same time.

The cheers at the scene were deafening.

Song Qikun slowed down and jogged for half a circle, stopped and supported his knees for a while, then turned and walked back.

He went straight past the other students who were flocking to him to deliver water and towels, stretched his long legs across the isolation zone, and hugged the little hedgehog who was timid and afraid to go forward.

My heart and lungs were burning with pain, my breathing was fast and chaotic, my legs were so weak and I couldn't stand still, so I relaxed and put all my body weight on it.

He is like a robot that is about to run out of power. He was connected to the exclusive power supply at the critical moment and was able to continue the battery life.

He buried his face in Shen Yan's neck, and unreasonably passed the sweat and heat over, forcing a hoarse and chaotic voice, "Am I serious?"

"Extremely powerful." Shen Yan was as excited as anyone else, and whispered to him as if sharing a secret, "I heard the referee say, you are the champion!"

Song Qikun couldn't help laughing out loud, cleared his throat, and imitated his tone and asked: "Am I the champion?"

"Ok!"

"Brother Song——" Duan Zheng rushed over from not far away, opened his arms like an eagle catching a chicken, hugged them, jumped up and down excitedly, and said, "Brother Song is awesome! Number one! You are number one!"

At first, the gazes of others were mostly surprised and probing, but now they all turned into uncontrollable laughter.

On the periphery of the crowd, Qi Jiajia stared at Shen Yan's smiling eyebrows, and then followed his gaze to Song Qikun. A certain thought flashed through her mind like a shooting star, and she caught the remnants of it.

The smile on her lips stiffened inch by inch, and her face was instantly pale as paper.

32. Birthday

The opening of the arts festival performance is scheduled for 07:30 in the evening. All classes follow the school's organization and enter the venue in order, and sit neatly on the artificial lawn.

The two drones hovering in the sky frequently meet and perform a fancy flight in advance.

The temperature gradually decreased with the escaping skylight, and the lights on both sides of the stage suddenly turned on, just like daytime, illuminating the delicately arranged stage at a glance—the bright bouquets in front of the stage, the flowing lights around the stage, and the constantly changing scenes behind The huge display screen and the cotton red carpet covering the entire venue.

The audio equipment made a buzzing sound, and the staff tried the microphone. The noisy auditorium gradually became silent. When the host, who was wearing a floor-length dress and a neat suit, came to the stage, he finished his opening remarks in a full and affectionate tone. The warm applause from the audience suppressed the lingering sound, like a tide.

There are various types of programs, rock music and piano music at the end, lyrical playing and singing and cool hip-hop dance, poetry recitation followed by happy sketches... Passionate and soothing are intertwined and intertwined with each other, and the enthusiasm of the crowd is only increasing, and the applause is endless. Take to the top.

Song Qikun sneaked into Class 17 ([-]) under the cover of night, and sat down next to Shen Yan, leaning slightly back, with half of his chest on his shoulder and his arms around the back of his neck to wrap his arms around him. The chin also rests naturally.

Although the posture is intimate, the surrounding light is too dark, and people in twos and threes leaning on the heater can be seen everywhere, so it is not awkward, no one thinks it is abnormal.

Shen Yan leaned against him completely relaxed, grabbed the hand hanging from his shoulder, played with his fingertips in the palm of his hand, kept his eyes on the stage for a moment, sat up unconsciously when he saw something exciting, pinched Song Qikun's fingers to signal him watch together.

Song Qikun quickly typed a few words and clicked to send, turned off the phone, pulled him back and rubbed his shoulders, and said softly, "Look at it."

There was an award presentation session in the middle of the party, and the awards included advanced class collectives, three-good students, "five-star" students, and outstanding works in the calligraphy and painting competition.

Song Qikun won the "Learning Star" award. Before going on stage to accept the award, he took off his padded jacket to reveal the slightly wrinkled school uniform inside. The cold wind drove away the warmth, and his body seemed to fall from midsummer to cold winter in an instant, which made him feel ruthless. I shuddered.

Shen Yan tightly wrapped his warm coat, and urged him to get on stage quickly, go and come back quickly.

Class 17 was located on the far side of the rear. Song Qikun made a long circuit and ran up to the stage to receive back a thin certificate, which he randomly rolled into a tube and stuffed into his pocket.

Shen Yan held his hands that had been freezing cold in just a few minutes, rubbed them for a while and found that the heat was hard to come back, so without thinking, he lifted the hem of the sweater, put his hands in, and placed them on his abdomen.

Song Qikun was stunned for a moment, then he bent his eyes and smiled, and hugged him tightly.

With two layers of not-too-thick soft clothing, someone's gradual dishonesty could not be ignored. Shen Yan didn't try to stop him, but turned his head and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Touch." Song Qikun was not guilty at all.

Shen Yan glanced at him, flipped off the layer of sweater, and glanced again, the innermost T-shirt was also flipped off.

"..." Song Qikun didn't dare to move anymore, his palms were in close contact with the delicate and smooth skin, so calm that he was almost stiff.

Shen Yan was extraordinarily generous: "Touch."

"..." Song Qikun didn't say anything, the bases of his ears were slightly red, his blood was slightly irritable, and his muscles and bones felt a numb itching.

He pursed his lips and let out a series of shy smiles, refusing to admit that he was cowardly at this level, desperate to save face, "I'll touch it when no one is around."

"Oh." Shen Yan seemed a little disappointed.

Song Qikun won't lose if he loses, "...just wait for me."

"Alright then." Shen Yan suppressed a smile, "I'll wait for you."

At this time, the host just asked for the next program, his eyes lit up, and he quickly took out his mobile phone to prepare to record, "Our class's poetry recitation."

Far away, he adjusted a suitable multiple, raised his arms, and held the phone steadily.

Song Qikun reached out and took it, "I'll help you record it."

The performance costumes are rented in a unified way, with simple styles and regular collocations - boys wear white shirts and black trousers, and shiny leather shoes; girls replace the pants with a slightly wide black half-length skirt, the skirt ends at the calf, revealing slender white ankle.

The bow tie is standard, the difference is that boys and girls tie it differently.

The heights in the team are uneven, and they make up for this shortcoming with the help of different heights of movable ladders and ingenious stances.

The psychological quality of all members is very good. Even if the audience has greatly expanded from one head teacher to hundreds or thousands, their status is always online, and the whole performance is perfect.

After watching the scene, Shen Yan turned on the video, halfway through, and glanced beside him inadvertently.

Song Qikun didn't know who he was chatting with, the phone screen tilted slightly, revealing a little bit of hiding.He poked the screen and typed very fast, seemingly concentrating on it, but Shen Yan just glanced over so lightly, and he was very keenly caught, his fingers paused for a while, and while raising his eyes to look over, he calmly put away the phone, Ask: "What's wrong?"

His expression is calm and his tone is as usual.

Shen Yan pondered for a few seconds, then shook his head and said, "It's okay."

In normal times, Song Qikun would definitely expose his lame lies and persevere in questioning him, insisting on forcing him to speak out his true thoughts before giving up. Changed the topic, "We'll have supper later."

"What to eat?"

"What do you want to eat?"

Shen Yan thought for a while and said, "Cake."

Song Qikun was stunned, smiled lightly, and said softly: "Okay."

Shen Yan felt that his smile was a bit strange, but he couldn't understand the meaning behind it.

When two-thirds of the party was going on, Song Qikun pulled Shen Yan to leave early on the grounds that he was hungry.

Shen Yan said: "Where is Liu Xinrong? Why don't you wait for her?"

Song Qikun didn't look sideways, and repeatedly emphasized in his heart to pay attention to the management of expressions, but he couldn't help but blinked twice, "She said that her family will pick her up tonight, so she won't be with us."

"Oh." Shen Yan had no doubts about him.

After successfully leaving the school gate, it was already dark, and the bicycle swept two long streets against the cold wind, bypassed the garden in the middle of the street, and crossed the bustling commercial square. The street lights changed from cold to warm, and the street scene gradually changed from cold Lively and lively.

Not the route home, passing through the snack street and cake shop