I want this sand sculpture

In the daily life of the students in the second middle school who were noisy, crying and crying, the final exam came soon.

"There are still seven days before I die." Wan Xu sighed while leaning on the railing at the door of Class [-], hanging like a lump of slime.

"Isn't there still three days left?" Song Qichen tapped on his head with a physics exercise book.

"Hey, don't hit me on the head, I'll let you knock all the things out." Wan Xu pulled his hair twice, and continued to spread it on the railing, "There are three days of exams, two days of exams, and two days off after the exams. If you score, you die."

"Then hurry up and explain the funeral." Song Qichen smiled.

"Is there such a thing as you? What about brotherhood?" Wan Xu glared at him, turned around and patted his face to try to cheer up, "Hurry up, tell me about throwing the ball up, no Understood."

In this exciting day, the students of No. [-] Middle School... oh no, the scumbags have changed their minds and greeted the coming... death with full enthusiasm and high fighting spirit every day.

The office was already overcrowded, and Wan Xu couldn't squeeze in. Feeling ashamed, he thought of his good brother Xueba who existed like a bug.

I haven't dealt with Xueba for more than half a semester and almost forgot Papa Song, hehe.

So from a week ago, Wan Xu squatted at the gate of Class [-] every day after every class, begging for Song Xueba's mercy.

"Yo, Wan Xu," Du Yan stretched his waist and jumped out from the front door of Class Ten, hooking Song Qichen's shoulder, "Here we go again."

Song Qichen was startled, and almost threw the exercise book in his hand downstairs.

"Don't pretend to be crippled when your legs are good." Song Qichen had already accepted Du Yan's habit of hooking people's shoulders at every turn, and took a hit on his back with the exercise book and ignored it.

Habit is a terrible thing, Song Qichen sighed silently.

"Brother Yan," Wan Xu was also taken aback, patted his chest to comfort himself, "Can you go and stay aside, it's only been two days, can you let Brother Chen concentrate on rescuing me?"

"Why?" Du Yan put his legs down and raised his eyebrows, "Can't he save me by the way?"

"Do you need to be rescued, my dear brother," Wan Xu said with a sad face, "You didn't die on the spot, you died by euthanasia."

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Du Yan pointed at him, "I believe in Dr. Song's skills, and I think I can definitely be saved this time."

As he spoke, he squeezed Song Qichen's shoulder.

"No," Song Qichen pushed his fingers away, "I always think I'm a cook when you say that."

Wan Xu smiled for a long time, "All right, I will reluctantly accept you as a junior."

"Thank you, brother!" Du Yan said with a smile, turning his head to look at Song Qichen's profile, "Then master, where do we start?"

The faces of the two were so close that Du Yan could smell the shampoo on Song Qichen's ears. He was in a daze for a moment, and the arms around Song Qichen's shoulders tightened unconsciously.

Song Qichen was a little uncomfortable by the heat that Du Yan exhaled when he spoke, he tilted his head, "Physics, you can listen to it if you want."

After a pause, he added, "Why don't you ask me directly."

"Ah—" After listening for 5 minutes, Wan Xu cried out in a broken voice, "Just kill me, I won't learn anymore!"

"You can't do it now?" Du Yan mocked, took out a true knowledge stick from his pocket and handed it to Song Qichen.

Song Qichen took the candy, glanced at him, and said nothing.

"Are you good? Then you do this question." Wan Xu glared at Du Yan sadly, "You still bribe the teacher!"

Du Yan shrugged, took a look at the exercise booklet, but didn't pick up the pen, "What's the matter, choose B for this question."

"Why?" Song Qichen glanced at the question with the candy in his mouth.

"I can see it, look at this ball, it flies out from this angle," Du Yan pointed to the picture in a dignified manner, "Imagine, if you throw a ball like this, where will it land ? Don’t you think about it and it will come out?”

Wan Xu was dumbfounded, and gave him a thumbs up after a while, "You are a fucking talent."

Song Qichen sighed, "Choose C, first analyze the force..."

"Impossible," Du Yan interrupted him, "Three meters? You only throw such a light ball for three meters?"

Song Qichen kicked him, "Shut up."

"...Then bring in the above distance formula and calculate it," Song Qichen finished the question clearly, and handed the pen to Wan Xu, "Try it."

"I think I can do it," Wan Xu took the pen and began to formulate the calculations confidently, "I can pass [-] in physics this time."

"As a human being, the most important thing is to be humble." Du Yan said while looking down at the phone.

"You're not as aggressive as you, Brother Yan," Wan Xu said, "And you want to play with your mobile phone, and it's still delaying my study."

Song Qichen frowned at Du Yan, who looked calm as if the final exam didn't exist.

When he was lecturing just now, Du Yan only listened to it a couple of times at the beginning, and soon took out his phone to play games.

Steady like a schoolmaster.

"Why?" Du Yan looked up at him, "I just want to stand here and listen to Chen Chen's lecture?"

Song Qichen gave him an elbow expressionlessly.

In the next three days, Dr. Song tried his best to rescue Wan Xu, trying to let him survive the final exam.

Du Yan came to listen every time, rain or shine, which was really touching.

"Brother Yan," Wan Xu said seriously after the last assault before the exam, holding a stack of materials, "If you listen carefully to a question given by Brother Chen, you won't be able to pass the final exam this time."

"What was I like before?" Du Yan slid his phone, "I remember my grades were better than yours."

Wan Xu choked, "...it seems to be true."

Du Yan rolled his eyes, put away his phone, and habitually embraced Song Qichen, "Let's go to eat supper, I'm starving to death."

Song Qichen was a little surprised that Du Yan's grades were higher than Wan Xu's. After all, Du Yan's study attitude seemed to give up completely.

But after thinking about it, it seems that Wan Xu can pass one or two subjects every time. Occasionally, it is an extraordinary performance in four subjects. It seems that it is not difficult to get better grades than him...

But something always feels wrong.

Song Qichen thought about it for a while but couldn't figure out why, so he simply gave up and planned to have supper with Du Yan.

"When did the two of you have such a good relationship?" Wan Xu muttered as he looked at the two people who were shoulder to shoulder.

Song Qichen was stunned, it seemed that he had spent more time with Du Yan than Wan Xu recently.

This person came to Class Nine once if he had nothing to do, which made Dong Yan think that he had some opinion on him.When I go to the cafeteria to eat, I can meet Du Yan sharing a table. There are too many times, and then we eat together. Occasionally, we go over the wall to have a big meal together for dinner, and we often have supper together after school.Especially after Du Yan's leg injury, the two of them basically stayed together except during class time...

"Why? Are you envious?" Du Yan said with a provocative smile, interrupting Song Qichen's self-examination.

"I'm envious of a ghost," Wan Xu hummed angrily, "I grew up with Brother Chen, why don't you envy me?"

"Shut up," Song Qichen squeezed his fists, desperately realizing that he could no longer be angry with such a scene, "Do you still want to eat?"

"Eat," Du Yan smiled, "What do you want to eat?"

Song Qichen thought for a while, "Fried noodles."

"Okay, just across the street from Prince Fried Noodles?" Du Yan asked.

"Well," Song Qichen nodded, "Hurry up."

"Don't you ask me?" Wan Xu felt discriminated against.

"Oh, I forgot," Du Yan turned to look at Wan Xu, "What fried noodles do you want?"

Wan Xu: "..."

The final exam came and went quickly, and the two days passed quickly with the rustle of the pen tip rubbing against the test paper.

After the last subject exam, there was no need for evening self-study, so Dong Yan went into the classroom and said a few words before announcing that school was over.In the peaceful atmosphere where tables and chairs were overturned and the school was jubilant, Du Yan absent-mindedly stuffed two books into his schoolbag.

"What's the matter, Brother Yan?" Huang Yubin could see that Du Yan was not in high spirits, so he stopped what he was holding, "What happened?"

"Ah," Du Yan came back to his senses and smiled, "No, I was thinking about what to eat later."

This is very false, but Du Yan doesn't want to say it, so he can't ask too much.

"Oh," Huang Yubin nodded, "The barbecue buffet last time was pretty good, I've always wanted to go there again, how about eating there at night?"

"Okay, I haven't eaten barbecue for a long time," Du Yan said, snapping his fingers, "Call Lao Song together later."

"You go and call, I won't go," Huang Yubin said quickly, "If I go, Boss Song will probably give him a kick in the back of his head."

"Oh," Du Yan laughed for a long time, "I can't, he still looks good when there is food."

Da Huang immediately shook his head, "It doesn't matter, I won't call, you go."

"Who told you to yell," Du Yan sighed, "Why do you all have such a big prejudice against him, Lao Song actually has a pretty good temper."

"Boss Song is very nice, that is..." Huang Yubin thought for a while, and carefully considered his words, "It doesn't look very close, that kind of feeling is that you have a good relationship with him, but it seems that you are far away from him. ...That's about it, everyone in his class is quite afraid of him."

"Is there?" Du Yan frowned and thought for a while, "No, he's quite a sunny and kind person."

"..." Huang Yubin said in his heart that you and I probably don't know the same person.

Class nine is not over yet.

Forced by Director Chen's majesty, the people in Class [-] could only watch the students from the other classes running happily to the school gate after the exam, and they waited for Director Chen's inspection in the classroom, feeling very aggrieved.

Song Qichen was looking down at his phone, wondering what he was looking at.

Du Yan leaned against the door frame behind Class [-] and stared at the corridor in a daze.

The corridor is very lively, everyone is carrying a large stack of books on their backs and preparing to go home or go out for a while, talking loudly about their vacation plans.Occasionally, a few acquaintances passed by, and Du Yan greeted them with a smile.

"Brother Yan, I won't necessarily be in the same class with you next semester, so don't forget to cover me for anything in the future." A boy in the same class said with a smile, and hit him on the shoulder with his fist.

"That won't be the case," Du Yan smiled, "Call me if you need something."

"Come on, I'm just waiting for your words," the boy said, "By the way, Brother Yan, do you choose the essay or the theory?"

"Ah," Du Yan scratched his hair, "I haven't thought about it, let's talk about it."

"Well, I'll go first." The boy said.

"Come on, you." Du Yan said.

The boy hummed happily and left, Du Yan was in a daze again.

After the final grades come out, I have to fill in the sub-subject volunteers. I was determined to choose the essays against my father, but now I am a little undecided.

Song Qichen's theory.

He really likes staying with Song Qichen, there is a kind of indescribable comfort.

Although Song Qichen's temper was indeed a little hot, and he would strike directly when he said something wrong, and sometimes his mouth was quite bad, but it could make people relax.

Due to the influence of his family, Du Yan basically does not trust a person completely, and he does not like to express his thoughts on his face.

He is used to observing the people and things around him, and he is willing to get involved and stir up trouble, but he can ensure that he retreats before he can't stop.

To a certain extent, he is more indifferent than Song Qichen.

That's why Du Yan rarely has friends like this. He is defenseless and doesn't need to pretend to get along with each other. Even if he doesn't do anything, he is happy to hang out on the railing together for a few minutes after class.

With Wan Xu, Huang Yubin's best buddies, and even everyone I've known since I was a child, I don't have this feeling.

The two Chinese science subjects are not in the same teaching building, and they are quite far apart. If you choose essays, you may not be able to see each other in the next two years.

Moreover, Song Qichen will meet new friends, and there may even be someone who has a better relationship with him than him.

The more Du Yan thought about it, the more nervous he became. Although he didn't quite understand why it was so hard for him to accept the fact that "there might be someone who could take Du Yan's place next to Song Qichen", but he... was particularly hard to accept.

So Du Yan took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Da Huang, who was less than ten meters away from him.

-rhubarb

Rhubarb: I can hear you talking directly from such a small distance, it’s not enough to consume electricity

Du Yan ignored him and continued typing.

- i ask you a question

Rhubarb: Come on, what's the question?

Du Yan hesitated for a moment, typed, deleted, and typed a line.

– You said... If Lao Song met someone better than me, would he forget me?

Huang Yubin stared at the line of words on the phone for a long time. It was Chinese characters, and he knew every single word. How could it be difficult to understand them together?

Given that he didn't know what the situation was, and considering his brother Yan's abnormal brain circuit, his hasty reply of yes or no may cause some unpredictable consequences.

So student Rhubarb thought over and over again, and cautiously threw a row of question marks over.

Du Yan came back quickly.

– You also think that there is no one more handsome and better than me in the whole No. [-] Middle School, right?

– no except Lao Song

–Although I think so too, but isn’t everything just in case?

–Have you ever seen someone in our school who is more handsome than me? I will warn you first

–Probably not, after all, I’m already extremely handsome

– It is not easy to go further

rhubarb:……

Rhubarb: Have some face, you

–…

Forget it, Huang Yubin doesn't understand his current mood at all.

Du Yan turned off WeChat depressedly, and when he was about to put his phone back in his pocket, a message popped up on the top of the screen.

CC: What about being a goalkeeper?

Du Yan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and glanced into Class [-] classroom, Song Qichen propped his face with his hands and turned his head to look at him expressionlessly.

The moment he met Du Yan's eyes, he smiled and mouthed "Idiot".