Just hug me

There is still an hour to finish class, this is the countless times Fang Yan looked up at the time today.

From the moment Fang Yan arrived in the classroom, he was either the class leader or the class leader, or pestered Tang Ke and Xie Hui to ask the class leader if there were any embarrassing things in the first and second grades.

Except that the iron cabinet at the back was dead and couldn't open his mouth, and he was completely annoyed by front, back, left, and right sides.It hasn't been quiet all day.Lin Guancheng seemed to be used to Fang Yan's existence these days, he took a deep breath and let out a breath, trying to respond with a good temper

"Squad leader, what are you doing?"

"Memorize words."

"Lin Lin, I'm about to die of boredom."

"Bored playing with mobile phones or studying. Don't call me that, I don't know you well."

"I'm not familiar with you. We've already been on the podium together, and I even helped you settle the rotten relationship."

Hearing this, Lin Guancheng took a deep look at him, still looking at him like a fool.

Fang Yan asked, "Hey, do you remember what you are going to do today?"

"do not remember."

Fang Yan's eyes were full of smiles, and the corners of his mouth were curved, enjoying the good time of harassing Lin Guancheng.When he heard the last sentence, he jumped up from his seat as if he had been touched suddenly.

So frightened that Tang Ke at the front desk couldn't react in time, and the test papers and notebooks on the desk fell to the floor.

Fang Yan didn't pay attention to the commotion in front of him, and put his hands on the edge of Lin Guancheng's desk, a little angry, as if he was waiting for an explanation.

Lin Guancheng looked at Fang Yan with a disapproving expression, not quite understanding why he cared so much about a meal.

Fang Yan said "Hey", let go of the hand pressing the edge of the table, and double-clicked on the post-it note on the wall, "Look, remember it!"

This post-it note is the first thing Fang Yan checks when he comes to the classroom every day.

Lin Guancheng looked at his serious expression, and said casually, "Yes."

After confirming that the squad leader had recorded the time and should...will keep the appointment, Fang Yan returned to his seat.

In less than 3 minutes, the haze was quickly swept away, and the chattering upper body was finely divided.After being tortured, Lin Guancheng replied to Fang Yan's No. 90 nine questions today, and refused to pay any attention to him.

Ever since, Fang Yan held a cabinet door in his hand and knocked it "ding bang" during the class break. It sounded a bit like a variation at first glance.

Lin Guancheng's hand holding the pen was tighter and tighter, and the blood vessels in his forehead throbbed slightly, "I've already promised you, can't you be quiet for a while, I beg you, less meaningless air vibrations."

This is not a school bully, he is clearly collecting trash and shouting nonsense.

The last self-study class was supervised by the head of the class, Kang Aiguo. He got up and went to the water dispenser to fill the purple clay pot with hot water, then turned around and glanced at the whole class.

A certain student in the last row attracted special attention.

I saw that the two legs under Fang Yan's desk seemed to be equipped with small electric motors, shaking so that the shape of the legs could not be seen, and there were many patterns of pens spinning at high speed between the fingers. Straight up.

Kang Aiguo: "Fang Yan, why are you so happy? Why don't you share it with your classmates. There is a good saying that it is better to be alone than to be happy together."

Fang Yan stopped, smiled and said, "No."

He looked at Fang Yan, the corners of his eyes were bent even deeper, and he joked, "Are you going to hurry to go on a date with your girlfriend?"

Most teachers always look serious and unsmiling, for fear that being too casual will not establish prestige and convince students.

Kang Aiguo is very different, although he is old, he is not as rigid and old-fashioned as them. He has his own way of teaching others, and he is not so taboo when joking around.

"Guess?" Fang Yan didn't care, and replied openly.

Kang Aiguo: "I think it looks like it."

Fang Yan smiled silently, didn't speak again, coughed lowly, and looked vaguely to the left, why did Lin Guancheng's face turn red?

When the bell rang, Fang Yan picked up his schoolbag and rushed out. Before going down the stairs, he ran back in two or three steps, stopped in front of Lin Guancheng's desk, and said in a deep voice, "Wait for me."

Go out and stop the car and go home.

"It's a holiday, I'm back early, I'll let Xiao Liu cook some of your favorite dishes..."

Shen Xueqin, who rarely rested at home, was Fang Yan's mother. Fang Yan rushed back to the bedroom before seeing her son's face.

Fang Yan counted the time, and when he entered the room, he took off all his clothes. After 5 minutes, he came out of the bathroom, looked at the wardrobe and fell into deep thought.

How about the high-definition dark blue suit and small leather shoes that I attended the dinner with my parents last time? Fang Yan is not very old, but with a height of 186 and this outfit, he looks arrogant. At first glance, he looks like a domineering president of an online novel.

Fang Yan looked at the person in front of the floor-to-ceiling fitting mirror, and felt the illusion of going out to the wedding, no, it was too formal, and had to be replaced.

A few seconds later, Fang Yan looked at the boy in the mirror wearing a baseball pullover, jeans, and canvas shoes

Fang Yan: "..." I wanted to poke my own eyes right through.

No, why did I take so long to tidy up?

Fang Yan finally noticed something was wrong with him.

He suddenly patted his head, so he can be handsome across eight streets with his untidy face, okay?

After some fuss, Fang Yan casually put on a jacket over the T-shirt, grabbed two handfuls of hair randomly, and when he left, he turned his head and picked up the perfume that Ms. Shen brought back from a business trip, and sprayed it on her body, neatly.

"Mom, I have something to do, don't wait for me, you can eat first! Come back later!" He stepped out the door impatiently, his voice was blocked in the hall on the first floor.

Shen Xueqin looked at the passing figure with surprise on her face, and there was still a little fragrance in the air.

She turned her head and asked Fang Chengwen, "Do you think our son suddenly became enlightened and wanted to play cabbage?"

Friday afternoon was relatively busy, and Lin Guancheng, as the squad leader, had to stay to supervise the day-to-day work such as general cleaning. When he went downstairs, the sun had already set halfway.

He glanced at the time, it was already 6:50, he didn't know if Fang Yan was still at the school gate, he should go back, Lin Guancheng shouldn't care at all.

But at this moment, I can't tell what it feels like, and there seems to be a little expectation in my heart.

Walking to the school gate, Lin Guancheng's keen hearing instantly caught a burst of girls screaming and playing.

Don't be someone acting as a demon at the school gate.

Walking outside the school, Lin Guancheng saw Fang Yan riding a Kawasaki heavy motorcycle.His eyelids twitched again, he covered his face and turned his head to leave.

"Hey, the monitor is so punctual!"

Fang Yan reacted very quickly, and immediately blocked Lin Guancheng's way, patted the back seat, and signaled with his eyes that if you don't come up, I will personally hug you and sit up.

Lin Guancheng took off his schoolbag and carried it on his back in front of him, deliberately pulling the distance away.

Fang Yan chuckled: "Why is this, Lin Guancheng, are you cold?"

Without waiting for an answer, he pulled his schoolbag and put it in his arms, and patted Lin Guancheng on the shoulder twice, "Sit tight!"

"Omm—" he swung away, kicking up a cloud of dust, leaving countless boys and girls sighing enviously and enviously.

Boys are envious of such a cool motorcycle even after several years of pocket money, while girls are envious of the seat in the back seat.

Lin Guancheng held the crossbar of the car tightly with both hands, his broken hair was blown head-on by the wind, his eyes were a little dry, and he couldn't open them because of the scent brought from the front.

"Are you eighteen? Do you have to be so high-profile?"

"Don't lean back! Are you soaking in a perfume jar?"

Fang Yan took advantage of the absence of the car and pulled Lin Guancheng's hands around his waist, "Hold it up! Your parents will be so sad if I fall, and come to the door with a knife and chop me up."

"How is it? This is a birthday gift from Lao Fang on the day I became an adult. Isn't it very handsome?"

The corners of his mouth were raised high, "I don't even have a chance to use it for school, so I'll take you with me after I finally got out of the ride today."

There was a speed bump in front of him, Fang Yan should have slowed down, but looked back at Lin Guancheng who was holding his coat tightly behind him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, controlled the speed and rode straight over.

With the bumps, Lin Guancheng leaned forward suddenly, and his hands involuntarily wrapped around Fang Yan's waist.

Fang Yan gloated and said, "This is what you want to hug yourself."

Lin Guancheng's face was dark, "Fang Yan, did your mother take you to the hospital?"

"Huh? What?"

Lin Guancheng gritted his teeth and said, "Excessively young mental age is also a disease."

"Hey, Xueba is different, and he still scolds me around the corner."

"I didn't promise you to come to dinner."

Fang Yan whistled, "I've already gotten into the car, it's too late now."

With three speed bumps in a row, Fang Yan repeated his old trick with great joy. Finally, under the roar of Lin Guancheng, who was red-faced behind him, he stopped playing tricks and drove to the reserved restaurant.

Fang Yan chose a western restaurant on a relatively remote and quiet road.

The British-style decoration design reveals elegance and dignity everywhere. The decorations and paintings in every corner are carefully selected and arranged. There is also an open-air viewing platform with a musical fountain in the non-dining area.

Soft classical music fills the entire restaurant, and warm-toned lighting casts lightly down, creating a dreamy and romantic atmosphere. This atmosphere is very suitable for couples on their first date.

Fang Yan opened the seat for Lin Guancheng in a very gentlemanly manner and sat down. After ordering food, he crossed his fingers on the table and locked his eyes on Lin Guancheng who was opposite him.

"Actually, it's not necessary, it's really not necessary." Lin Guancheng spoke first, breaking the somewhat mild and even ambiguous atmosphere.

Getting along these days, Lin Guancheng felt that although Fang Yan was ignorant and full of hooliganism, he was not useless and full of bad marks.This was the first time he went out to eat alone with his classmates, and he felt a little at a loss.

"Why not, I think it is very necessary."

Fang Yan replied decisively, with a smile on his brows and eyes, looking at him as if he was watching a rare treasure.

Fang Yan coughed lightly, and said, "Do you have any brothers or sisters? I'm the only one in my family."

"No." Lin Guancheng replied bluntly.

"Hmm... It doesn't look like that at all. Lin Guancheng, you are a local. I heard from them that you live far away from the school. I will take you back later?"

Lin Guancheng looked at him without speaking.Obviously don't want to answer that question.

Fang Yan raised his eyebrows, "Do you have any hobbies? Reading? Sports?"

"No."

Fang Yan blurted out, "So pure and ascetic?"

Lin Guancheng nodded, "Yes."

Fang Yan sat down on the census officer's upper body, and continued to ask: "Then when you are not in class..."

Lin Guancheng was a little overwhelmed, with a helpless face, "Why do I feel like you're here for a blind date?"

Fang Yan asked, "Have you ever been on a blind date?"

Lin Guancheng: "..."

Lin Guancheng breathed a sigh of relief, methodically, chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth.

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