I want this sand sculpture

Seeing Song Qichen move his hand, the other people surrounded Du Yan and Song Qichen in a swish, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"What?" Du Yan no longer suppressed his anger, raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms, his raised tone was full of displeasure.

"Is it reasonable for you to steal things?" The yellow-haired youth pointed at Du Yan, "The police are here, so be honest!"

Song Qichen frowned, stared at the man in uniform, and loosened his floral shirt.

The flowered shirt got up and was about to turn around and swing it, but Song Qichen didn't give him this chance, he raised his elbow to block it, and then grabbed the man's shoulder and squeezed hard.

The flower shirt suddenly howled out in pain, his legs softened and he almost knelt down.

"Damn," Du Yan was taken aback, "Do you still have this ability?"

Song Qichen glanced at him, didn't answer, and looked at the flowered shirt again, "It's just dislocated, it's not broken, don't shout."

The person on the opposite side waited for the two of them without making any further moves.

Song Qichen waited a little impatiently, and leaned against the nearby tree, "What did he steal from you?"

"Mobile phone!" said the little Huang Mao, who was supporting the flowered shirt, "He stole my elder brother's mobile phone, and it's in this kid's pocket!"

"Tsk," Du Yan whispered to Song Qichen, his face full of impatience, "See, what are you doing with his phone when I have nothing to do?"

Song Qichen raised his eyebrows, touched Du Yan's trousers pocket, and sure enough there was a hard rectangular thing: "What is this?"

Du Yan was stunned, "...fuck me?"

Song Qichen ignored him, and looked at the group of people again, "You guys should make a phone call."

Little Huang Mao laughed: "Don't make excuses when it rings."

He took out his cell phone and made a call.

In less than two seconds, the phone vibrated in Du Yan's trouser pocket, and the floral shirt pointed at him with the undislocated hand and shouted: "Did you see it! He stole it!"

Du Yan frowned, suddenly realized what was going on, and couldn't help sighing that the liar's tricks are quite clever now.He touched his trouser pocket, but pushed the phone out little by little without reaching in.

The black mobile phone fell to the ground with a clatter. It looked quite new. Du Yan raised his foot and kicked the mobile phone to the feet of the yellow-haired young man.

The yellow-haired young man froze for a moment, then became angry instantly, "What the hell do you mean?"

"Give me back your phone." Du Yan raised his left eyebrow, shrugged, and his tone returned to his usual casual state.

"Fuck|You..." Huang Mao cursed, his face flushed with anger, and he turned his head to the uniformed youth again, "Comrade policeman, did you see that, he stole the phone!"

The young man in police uniform was about to stand up and say something, but was interrupted by Song Qichen before he could speak.

"You can go to the police station to see if there are any fingerprints on the phone." Song Qichen chuckled, straightened up, with an arrogant expression that almost looked at people with his nostrils, "And the police, where are they?"

"It's the one in the police uniform." Du Yan whispered in Song Qichen's ear and reminded him that although he was not afraid of trouble, it didn't mean he wanted to get involved, "It's still troublesome if there is a police officer, can you get in?"

Song Qichen glanced at Du Yan with a subtle look of looking at an idiot, and said, "If they dare to say it, you really dare to believe it?"

"Ah?" Du Yan was stunned.

"Stupid, fake." Song Qichen ignored Du Yan who was still thinking hard, turned his head and looked impatiently at this group of people, but the words he said with a good-looking face were not very pleasant, "Do you know how to fight?" you?"

It was the first time Du Yan saw Song Qichen fighting in a waking state. It was similar to the last time he beat him up. His moves were fierce and not sloppy at all. He looked capable and beautiful, but he needed to be more flexible.

At first glance, he looks like a man who is in charge like him!

Du Yan nodded approvingly in his heart, and dealt with the last person in twos and threes.He is also very good at fighting himself, and his combat effectiveness is extremely high, which fully deserves the evaluation of his classmate Wan Xu.

Du Yan hooked Song Qichen's neck, hung half of his body on his body and left the scuffle scene, still puzzled, "I still can't figure it out, how do you know that the note is fake?"

Song Qichen glanced at him, and rarely cared about the person hanging on him in a good temper, and said, "Intuition."

Du Yan laughed: "I can't tell, you're pretty good at putting on a show."

"I've accepted it, I wouldn't pretend without you." Song Qichen sneered.

"Just take it as you praised me," Du Yan readily accepted Song Qichen's compliment, "How did you know that?"

Song Qichen: "I have a thick skin."

Du Yan: "This is called self-confidence! How do you see it?"

"..." Song Qichen was deeply overwhelmed by his stupid spirit of asking questions when he didn't understand, he sighed, "My dad is a policeman."

"So awesome?" Du Yan was shocked, "Then why do you fight with people every day?"

"..."

"Your father doesn't care about you?"

"..."

"Where is Uncle Song now? West of the city?"

"..."

"Your father can't be mad at you with this temper, tsk tsk tsk."

Song Qichen's face became darker and darker, and finally he couldn't take it anymore, he pushed Du Yan off his body, glared at him, and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up!"

After speaking, with a calm face, he strode forward along the main road, but Ren Duyan ignored him no matter what he called.

Du Yan was taken aback by Song Qichen's suddenly darkened face and furious temper. He really saw the uncontrollable anger and irritability in Song Qichen's eyes just now. At that moment, he thought that he was going to roll up his sleeves again like last time Let's fight, anyway, it's not the first time I've seen this kid's bad temper.

What is this crazy?Where did you provoke him?

But this time Song Qichen didn't seem to intend to beat himself up?

Du Yan curled his lips. He was yelled at for no reason and his face was turned. He was inexplicable and upset, and he didn't bother to guess what was wrong with this master.

"Tsk, it's amazing to have a big temper, it's amazing, it's amazing." He put his hands in his pockets, swayed and turned into a side road.

When Wan Xu received Song Qichen, he was almost frightened by the blackness on the old man's face and took off on the spot. He cautiously approached the old man who was squatting on the side of the street with the air of "I'm annoying you, you better not mess with me" all over his body. , tentatively asked: "Brother Chen, what's wrong with you? Are you hungry?"

"It's okay, let's go." Song Qichen stood up, restraining his unhappiness a little.

Wan Xu is worthy of being an iron buddy who has known Song Qichen for 16 years. The boss's mood can be seen at a glance. He sighed, "I said Brother Chen, what are you pretending to be with me? You are in a bad mood and you are all over your face." up."

Song Qichen looked at him for a while, then slowly raised his hand to touch his handsome face, hesitantly said: "... so obvious?"

Wan Xu nodded: "Quite obvious."

"..." Song Qichen was silent for two seconds, "I'm fine, I met a fool."

"Which idiot?" Wan Xu was a little shocked.

"..." Song Qichen glanced at him, didn't speak, waved his hands and walked away.

"Hey, hey, wait! Where are you going? Do you know the way? You just run?" Wan Xu hurriedly chased after him, "That idiot is really good enough, what did he do, why did he make you so angry?"

"……To shut up."

It is said that he brought Song Qichen to play, but in fact it was just a meal together, and the two brothers sat together to catch up on the old days.

Wan Xu was in a good mood, drank some wine and got a little excited, and his words became more and more unrestrained.

"Brother Chen, I know why you transferred schools." Wan Xu's eyes were a little blurred, he paused and hiccupped, "Don't look at me like this, I know a lot..."

"..." Song Qichen looked at Wan Xu in surprise, he had never mentioned Wu Hao to anyone, how did Wan Xu know?

"Brother Chen, brother, you protected me enough before, I miss those days very much, really..."

"En." Song Qichen responded, lowering his eyelids to look at the peanuts on the table.He knew that Wan Xu drank too much and kept talking here and there. What was amazing was that he could understand Wan Xu's logic.

"I know what kind of person you are, you can't see someone being bullied and you don't resist..."

"Because that's how I was saved by you..."

"But Brother Chen, how could you, how could you..." The more Wan Xu said, the more emotional he became, the hand holding the cup trembled slightly due to the force, and his eyes were red.

"..." Song Qichen didn't know what to say, he didn't want Wan Xu to know about it from the bottom of his heart.

The two were silent for a long time, and finally Song Qichen poured himself a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it down.After drinking, he shook the cup in front of Wan Xu's eyes, raised his right eyebrow, "Do you still want to drink?"

Wan Xu stared at him for a while, but still smiled. He sighed, "You're always like this, and I'm your brother anyway... Forget it, forget it, drink, why don't you drink?"

"Shall I pour it for you?" Song Qichen picked up the bottle.

"Then I'm too precious!" Wan Xu pushed his cup forward, "Pour it up, fill it up!"

"Okay Brother Xu." Song Qichen poured him wine with a smile.

Wan Xu dragged his face and looked at him with a smirk: "That's great."

"Yes." Song Qichen responded.

"It's great to see you again."

"Ah."

On Monday morning, Song Qichen was still in a state of mental chaos and extreme sleepiness, which caused the red flamboyant boy to jump up and down from upstairs with a large pile of things, shouting "Let's make it!" Hit right.

"You fucking..." Song Qichen grabbed the handrail at the nick of time to prevent himself from rolling down the stairs, rubbing his head against something he was about to lose his temper when he looked up and saw a familiar red-haired boy squatting Picking up the dropped things on the ground, I couldn't help but froze.

Du Yan received a call from Dong Yan last night, asking him to come over this morning to repaint the blackboard newspaper that was torn up last week, but he was hung up before he could refuse, so he had to reluctantly accept the job.

Apart from being good-looking, Du Yan didn't like teachers in all subjects, but he was a good painter, so he was hated as a publicity committee member by Dong Yan, and it was a deep experience. It is not easy to have an official position.

Du Yan was looking down to pick up the paintbrush and ruler that fell on the ground, when he heard the very familiar "You fucker", he quickly stood up and was about to hug the man's shoulders to say hello, remembering that the man got angry at him inexplicably the day before yesterday, and suddenly lost interest , The words came to his lips and swallowed.

He glanced at Song Qichen, then bent down and continued to pick up things, his tone was lukewarm, "It's you again."

It looked like he was about to bow down.

"...Ah." Song Qichen watched Du Yan's flowing water with a stiff movement and twitched the corners of his mouth. His abnormal attitude made him not know what to say, so he simply nodded and went upstairs without Du Yan, " excuse me."

Du Yan was expressionless, like an emotionless pen picking machine, roaring in his heart, "Aren't you fucking going to pick it up for me?!", but didn't say anything.

Some shy boys were standing in front of the table of the person who was sleeping on their stomachs with a sad face, hesitating how to wake up the legendary former eighth lieutenant bully.

Half a minute ago he met a cute-looking boy at the door. The boy smiled and asked him to call out Ban Song Qichen with his big eyes. Dude is actually sleeping.

Will he die if he wakes up?

The boy stared at the back of Song Qichen's head which looked very peaceful and thought so.

He turned his head to look at the cute boy outside the window, pointed to the person lying on the table, and mouthed a message: "He is sleeping."

The cute boy didn't take it seriously, and also mouthed the message: "Wake him up, pat him hard."

As he spoke, he made a gesture to slap the window.

The boy was shocked, he slowly regained his composure, his heart faltered, he stretched out his hand tremblingly to Song Qichen's shoulder and tapped it lightly.

"That..." Then there was no more text.

Wan Xu outside the door couldn't stand it any longer. After a while, Director Chen came, so he opened the window and shouted: "Classmate, can you do it? Can he eat you or something?"

Wan Xu's voice was full of energy, and he directly called Song Qichen from his dream to reality.He raised his head in a daze, and looked around in a daze, but found nothing unusual, except for the nervous-looking boy next to him.

"Are you okay?" Song Qichen asked.

"Ah?" The boy was taken aback, "No, no, I'm fine..."

"Oh." Song Qichen felt strange, but didn't care, he yawned and prepared to continue lying down.

"Wait, wait," the boy hurriedly stopped him, "I have something to do, I have something to do!"

"..."

"Ah, no, it's not that I have something to do, it's that he has something to look for you." He turned sideways and pointed at Wan Xu.

Wan Xu stood outside the window and waved at him cooperatively.

"Oh," Song Qichen stood up slowly, "Thank you."

Song Qichen was only half a head taller than the boys, but he felt a huge sense of oppression when he stood up, and he waved his hands quickly: "It's okay, it's okay, you're welcome."

Song Qichen nodded, walked around him and walked out.

"Why is he so afraid of you?" Wan Xu asked amusedly.

"How do I know?" Song Qichen was helpless. He shouldn't have done anything harmful during his stay at No. [-] Middle School. "I'm too fierce?"

"It's possible," Wan Xu rubbed his chin and pondered, "Why don't you smile more?"

"..." Song Qichen didn't bother to talk to him, "What do you want from me?"

"Ah yes, I almost forgot," Wan Xu slapped his head, "Did you quarrel with Brother Yan?"

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