A Lucky Coin

After class in the afternoon, I went to the training room on the first day of junior high school. The cat spent half a day disassembling and assembling the parts.

Teacher Yang scolded him today. Although he was very nervous and scared, he still remembered some words.

His professional courses are currently very good, and he has to listen to the teacher's advice and continue to learn well, because he will have to rely on this for sustenance in the future.

Maybe others can't understand, for example, Zhou Chunyang, a guy who thinks about eating, drinking and having fun every day, his family sent him to a technical secondary school. Now he finds out that learning auto repair is not what he thought he could play with cars every day, but just playing with parts every day, but it is too late.

In the first day of junior high school, he knew very well that he was different from those classmates. He had no way out. From the moment he said he wanted to go to a technical secondary school, he had to rely on himself.

No, in fact, if he gets really confused, there will be Yan Hang, Yan Hang will help him.

Thinking of Yan Hang, he felt at ease for a while.

But he didn't want Yan Hang to help him. Every time Yan Hang cheated and asked him to pay, he asked him for expensive gifts, asked him to buy a mobile phone and said that he would not give the money, and said that he would cook for him but asked him to pay... …Every time he hears such words, he will be very satisfied.

There is a feeling that I have grown up.

When the teacher of the training class came over, he was very happy when he saw him squatting on the ground with his hands full of oily mud. He came over and explained to him, and even instructed him to disassemble and assemble the engine once.

"If you are interested," the teacher said, "you can come over if you have time, or you can find me in the garage. There are some cars that need to be repaired. You can go and have a look and get familiar with how to check and repair various faults."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Auto repair is very popular now," said the teacher. "Don't think it's a big deal to be a car repairer. I can spot some faults at a glance. When a car passes by me, I can tell what kind of car it is. , that’s the thing.”

"Yeah." Chu nodded, inexplicably feeling that such a skill is very cool.

When he came out of the training room after washing his hands, he felt that he was walking briskly, as if he saw himself in two or three years later.

But when he walked to the school gate, he found his mobile phone in his pocket, and suddenly remembered those two calls, and was immediately blocked and depressed.

Don't think too much about what Yan Hang said, it's useless to think about it, but it's too difficult to really do it.

For safety reasons, he looked around while walking towards the bus station.

But I feel that his morality is really much worse than Yan Hang's. Just looking around like this, he didn't even notice when someone approached him.

When he was still some distance away from the station, something hit his waist.

"Snatch the dog," said someone behind him, "don't move."

He froze at first, and then suddenly his mood soared.

"Why, why are you so powerful, terrible?" He turned his head and saw Yan Hang standing behind him.

"Who am I?" Yan Hang smiled, "My dad played with me like this when I was in elementary school."

Looking at Yan Hang's smile on the first day of the junior high school, he felt that all his troubles disappeared at this moment, all of them dissipated, and people could float up.

"Why are you here?" He floated for a while before remembering to ask.

"It's okay to be idle at home," Yan Hang said, "Come here to grab the dog and play."

The first day of junior high school laughed for a long time, then sighed again: "Yes, I'm not worried..."

"Don't be beautiful," Yan Hang interrupted him, "I'm not as nervous as you."

"Oh." Chuyi smiled and did not speak again.

The coffee shop today is similar to yesterday, there are no customers, and it is estimated that no one will come in until a little later.

"Let me see what materials are available," Yan Hang went to the freezer to study, "You pay the bill."

"Well," Chu nodded, "I'll change first, clothes."

"Go." Yan Hang said.

When Yan Hang changed into his uniform and came out on the first day of the junior high school, he had already brought out some ingredients and was ready to start work. He walked over and stood beside Yan Hang.

"Keep it simple and don't delay the business in the store," Yan Hang said, "Make a pizza, and have black pepper beef fried rice?"

"Okay." He swallowed his saliva on the first day of the junior high school. He usually eats dinner after five o'clock. Today, he was hungry to come over to eat with Yan Hang. Just hearing the name of the dish now makes him want to eat the pot up.

When Yan Hang started making pizza, a few guests came in, and after ordering coffee and drinks, they started chatting and playing cards.

I was very nervous on the first day of junior high school, and kept looking at Yan Hang when I was making coffee with the coffee machine.

Yan Hang smiled at him: "Is it possible?"

"En." Chu nodded.

Yesterday Yan Hang taught him several ways to make coffee, and he still remembered the proportions and what to put in it, but at the moment it was mainly because of habitual nervousness.

But when he did it, he was still clumsy, thanks to the fact that the guests at that table mainly wanted to play cards and did not rush him.

When he passed by with the coffee, he looked at several cups of coffee and drinks that he had made, and suddenly felt that he was versatile.

"Waiter," a young man turned his head and called out, "It smells so good, what is it?"

"Fried rice," Chu Yi said, "it's me, our night..."

"Let's make some more fried rice," the young man said, "It smells like I'm hungry."

"Food." After Chu finished speaking, he didn't know what to do after hearing what he said, and turned his head to look at Yan Hang.

Yan Hang nodded.

"Okay." On the first day of junior high school, I took the menu and looked at it. There was no price for fried rice with black pepper beef, and there was no staple food in the night menu.

"Tell them 28 one serving. There is only one serving. Is there any more?" Yan Hang glanced at the menu.

"Hmm." Chu Yi smiled.

This job is quite good. There are not many customers coming at night. When they come, they usually order a few drinks. When the time comes, they clean up and close the door to leave.

I found it very interesting on the first day of junior high school. Of course, if Yan Hang was not there, it would not be so interesting.

After the pizza and fried rice were ready, they sat down at the small table in the corner.

The pizza is made of durian, a taste I didn't really like in the first day of junior high school, but Yan Hang did a good job. I don't know what ingredients were added to make the durian taste not so strong, but it smelled of milk, and it was actually quite delicious.

He looked at Yan Hang while eating.

When Yan Hang looked up at him, he suddenly panicked again, and quickly lowered his head to pick up the fried rice.

When staying with Yan Hang now, it feels different from before.

There is a very hidden sense of intimacy, but because of this sense of intimacy, I will suddenly feel a little embarrassed.

Now that they are face to face at such a close distance, he can almost hear Yan Hang's breathing, mixed with the heat of fried rice, it will suddenly bring him back to a kind of excitement that is indescribable but dare not think about it.

"I'm going to work in two days," Yan Hang said, "If I stay with you for two more days, I should be fine."

"Well," Chu nodded, thought for a while and was a little worried, "You haven't gone to work for a long time, are you still the foreman?"

"Yes," Yan Hang smiled, "Why, are you afraid that I will lose my job?"

"Not afraid." Chu Yi said.

"I will strive to be a kitchen chef next year," Yan Hang said.

"You guys, the manager is going crazy," Chu Yi sighed, "It's endless, every day, thinking about it, thinking about it, chef."

"That can't be helped," Yan Hang said with a smile, "That's all I like."

"I don't have any, no hobbies." The first day of junior high school suddenly felt a little melancholy, "Really, I live, but I don't have any love, hobbies?"

"You have it," Yan Hang said, "Punch, grind a small stone or something."

As soon as Yan Hang talked about small stones, he became nervous on the first day of junior high school. Not all the small stones that were trampled on were rescued. Two small stones were ground into small stones. The driller was afraid that the stone would be cracked. , so he hasn't done everything yet, so he's especially afraid of Yan Hang's question right now.

I haven't done it for so long, I don't pay much attention to it!

"You today..." Yan Hang stopped after speaking halfway, as if hesitating.

The first day of junior high school immediately reacted: "I'm going back to school."

"Oh." Yan Hang glanced at him.

"Our class, the teacher," explained quickly on the first day of junior high school, "I scolded me in the morning, and said that I will not return at night, and I will return home."

Yan Hang clicked his tongue: "Are you still being so strict with a poor technical school?"

"It's not small, and it's not broken." The first day of junior high school was a little unconvinced, "Illiterate."

"Get out." Yan Hang laughed, and almost dropped the pizza in his hand.

"We train teachers, the teacher will listen to the hair, and the engine will know what kind of car." Said the first day of the junior high school.

"What about you?" Yan Hang asked with a smile.

"I can do it in the future, too," Chu Yi said.

He said this with certainty, without hesitation at all, and he was not at all embarrassed when he said it. This was the first time he was so confident when he grew up.

Yan Hang didn't speak, just looked at him and smiled for a while.

After work in the evening, close the store door, Yan Hang wanted to take him back to school, but he didn't agree, so he took a taxi to take Yan Hang home first, and then went back to school by himself.

When he got out of the car and gave the money, he felt so distressed that he wanted to beat the driver up.

The dormitory was already closed. On the first day of the junior high school, according to Zhou Chunyang's instructions, he climbed up the iron stairs on the side of the dormitory and got into the corridor.

When he was climbing the stairs, he found that the iron stairs seemed to be unused at ordinary times, but the treads were polished very smooth, without any rust at all...

At first glance, it looks like a bustling passage for people to come and go, but the school has not demolished it.

When I returned to the dormitory, the lights had been turned off, but there was a bright light from the mobile phone screen.

"First grade?" Hu Biao asked.

"Hmm." The first day of the junior high school answered.

"Everyone is here today," Li Ziqiang lay on the bed, "the whole night is fucking together."

"That's right." Hu Biao said.

"Anyone who wants to spread rumors that someone is late," Zhang Qiang said, "I'll punish whoever the hell."

On the first day of junior high school, he glanced at Su Bin's bed. This man was also playing with his mobile phone, his face was expressionless, and the light on the screen flickered, making him very serious. He was a top student who was delayed by all the people.

After entering the toilet to wash up on the first day of the new year, he crawled back to bed and sent Yan Hang a message.

-I slept

- good night puppy

- good night Xiaoyan

After the good night, the first day of the junior high school was still holding the phone and looking at it for a long time. I didn't know what I was looking at. Basically, I clicked on Yan Hang's photo album and kept scrolling down slowly.

Although it was all in English that he could not understand, he read it with gusto.

After reading it, I clicked on Weibo again, and read the comments made by the young ladies and sisters to Yan Hang.

- Ask for live broadcast

-I'm new here, may I just start licking?

- want to suck the little guy

- miss you both

-Who knows the rules of live streaming?I just became a fan, and I watch it once a day, and I'm always afraid of missing it. You really understand me, and I haven't missed it all the time, so I don't have a live broadcast at all. . . .

- Irregularity, disappearing for half a year and a year is also normal

-Who can answer my question?Did brother Xiaotian and puppy live together?

- I don't know, it's too mysterious, I'm not even sure if they are a couple now

- Definitely a couple, who would show brotherly love so purely!

-I want to tear off Brother Xiaotian's mask every day

- Pulling the mask is so innocent, I want to keep pulling the pants of the beautiful boy

- want to tear the puppy's pants

- Be careful, the puppy is still a child, let's talk about Brother Tian first

-I'm not happy, the number of fans has increased too much in the past two days, and I feel like my treasures are about to be snatched away by goblins

……

Yan Hang didn't know if he would read these comments, but after reading it for the first time, his face turned red. The ladies dared to say anything, but just looking at these comments, he subconsciously wanted to pull up his pants.

Yan Hang probably won't watch it. Except for playing games, Yan Hang doesn't spend much time watching his mobile phone. In the first day of junior high school, he always feels that he doesn't care about this aspect. He can start the live broadcast whenever he wants, and stop it whenever he wants.

If it was him himself, he would read the comments every day, and he would reply. A person like him who has no friends and no confidence since he was a child is not as good as Yan Hang, who is the only one left in the world, and he is still confident and calm .

Although he knew that Yan Hang would be in a low mood most of the time, he could still bear it.

It is very lucky to meet such a person in a lifetime.

Not only did he meet, but he also...

Putting the locked screen of the phone aside, Chu quickly lay flat and closed his eyes.

Don't think too much, especially don't think wildly.

Don't even think about lip breathing or... instant shooting.

You just shoot in seconds!

Who shot in seconds!

So what if it's a second!

On the first day of the junior high school, he turned over and pulled the quilt over his head.

Yan Hang had already comforted him and given him a reasonable explanation, but he still couldn't let it go.

Shame!

Yan Hang's days of going to the coffee shop to accompany him to work every day soon came to an end. From the first day of junior high school, he stayed in the shop alone.

However, with Yan Hang's training for a few days, when he stood behind the bar, he was no longer at a loss as he was at the beginning.

He can make almost all the coffee drinks ordered by the guests. Once a guest ordered Irish coffee. Yan Hang didn't teach him, but only told him that it was mixed with whiskey, and not many people usually drink it.

When he heard that the customer wanted to order this, he also calmly said that there was no wine today and he couldn't do it.

I can fool people so calmly, part-time job is really a good exercise.

The only thing that was not very happy was that Mr. Yang had warned him not to stay out at night, so except for weekends, he could only stay in the dormitory.

Looking forward to the weekend.

His miss for Yan Hang is still as strong as ever, and he will start thinking about it as soon as he turns around, and compared with the previous miss, he always feels that the current miss is beginning to be mixed with some content that he is embarrassed to think about.

But when the weekend does come...he gets nervous again.

For three consecutive weekends, he didn't sleep well.

Couldn't sleep well at all.

When I lie down, I think about that day.

He always felt that he hadn't thought about it deliberately, and he was very dizzy that day, but now he can recall every detail when he closes his eyes, even remembering Yan Hang's breathing and the trajectory of his fingertips across his body.

This is the legendary hunger and thirst.

He admits that when he thinks of this, he will get excited, even if he is faced with a cloud of air, a wardrobe door, or a kettle, he will react.

Hungry is pretty standard.

He is not only hungry, but also conflicted.

More than once, he secretly thought about what would happen to him if something like that happened again.

But he never dared to take any action.

It's almost the end of the year, and Yan Hang is very busy. He is busy all day on weekends and has no rest. Every time he passes by, he feels that "I am very tired" is written on Yan Hang's face.

He didn't dare to do anything shameless while Yan Hang was sleeping.

Apart from this high-sounding reason, the reason that made him even more conflicted was...he was afraid that he would lose face again.

Some people can throw it many times, just get used to it.

Some people can only throw it once, and throwing it once is too much.

Yan Hang got off work early today, finished his work at noon, and got home before dinner time.

On the first day of the junior high school, he took out the key and opened the door. When he saw Yan Hang walking out of the bedroom, he was immediately enveloped in a warm sense of happiness.

"I'll go buy some clothes for you in a while, I just have time today," Yan Hang looked at him, "I'll go to the pedestrian street of your coffee shop to buy it, after shopping, you just go to work after dinner."

"Buying clothes?" The first day of the junior high school looked down at the clothes on his body, "Aren't the clothes pretty, pretty good?"

"It's short," Yan Hang sighed, "Did you buy this dress last year? Don't you know how much you have grown from last year to this year?"

"I don't know." Chu Yi said.

"Don't be stingy," Yan Hang looked at him, "I know you paid your salary yesterday."

He laughed on the first day of junior high school, and he was happy when the salary was mentioned.

"Forget it, I'll buy it for you," Yan Hang thought for a while, "If you buy it yourself, the estimated budget is only two hundred."

"The budget is five hundred," the first day of the junior high school pointed out five fingers at him, "I didn't think so, will it come?"

"It's a surprise." Yan Hang nodded sincerely.

"You dog brother," said Chuyi, "very rich."

"Yes," Yan Hang laughed, "Brother Gou, who is very rich, please help me put the quilt cover on."

"Again?" Looking at him on the first day of the junior high school, "Did you change it last time? It's been two months?"

"Do you think it's the same as your dormitory, changing every semester?" Yan Hang said, "Hurry up."

The first day of junior high school really hated the quilt cover. He used to put on the whole family's quilt cover at home. He was still short, and he had to jump and shake the quilt when he was done.

People all over the world should hate quilt covers.

When it was cold a few days ago when changing the quilts, he still wanted to laugh when he thought about the miserable scene of a group of people in the dormitory putting on the quilts. After covering the quilt, one layer of quilt is covered with another quilt when sleeping. Everyone thinks that this method is perfect and can become a feature of the dormitory.

But even though I hate putting on the quilt, helping Yan Hang put on the quilt, the first day of junior high school will still be completed happily.

Yan Hang had already spread the quilt and quilt neatly on the bed.

"It's all laid out like this," Chu Yi sighed, "It's over, isn't it, is it over?"

"It's all paved like this, why don't you hurry up and finish it." Yan Hang said.

He just started putting on the quilt on the first day of junior high school when his cell phone rang in the living room. He turned his head and said, "Help me see, maybe it's from the dormitory. They're going to eat today and help themselves."

"En." Yan Hang responded.

The schoolbag for the first grade of junior high school is basically empty, just throwing a mobile phone and a pair of gloves in it, and a handful of change sticking out of the small pocket.

Pretty straight.

Yan Hang smiled, took out his cell phone and glanced at it.

It was a few photos sent by Hu Biao. They were all food, full of meat, and steaming hot spicy pot.

"Really," Yan Hang said, "What time does it start to eat, bullying you and haven't eaten yet?"

"I'm sure I'll post it again, I'm angry with my Moments, I'm angry." Said the first day of the junior high school with a smile.

"Let me take a look." Yan Hang clicked on the circle of friends in the first grade of junior high school.

Sure enough, the nine pictures are full, and not only Hu Biao, but several people in their dormitory have posted on Moments. Everyone has nine pictures, which is quite lackluster at first glance.

Yan Hang smiled and swipe down slowly a few times.

Since adding a bunch of classmates' WeChat accounts on the first day of junior high school, the circle of friends has become very lively.

Gee.

All girls.

Yan Hang clicked the scroll down, and when he turned to yesterday's content, his fingers stopped.

A girl posted three photos.

The three photos are of the first day of junior high school and Zhou Chunyang sitting on the edge of the school playground.

have.explain.have.laugh.of.Sample.son.

But it's just like this, Yan Hang won't be too upset, after all, he has the best relationship with Zhou Chunyang in the dormitory on the first day of junior high school.

What made Yan Hang feel bad in an instant was the line written by the girl.

-today's dog food

Dog your uncle's food!

Yan Hang was very shocked. Although he thought it was just a little girl's joke, he was very sure that Chuyi and Zhou Chunyang would not have any relationship other than buddies.

But at this moment, he still felt quite unhappy, very unhappy.

This feeling, whether it is possessive or other desires, made his teeth sore that he fell down more than 1 times in a minute.

He walked to the door of the bedroom with his mobile phone and looked at the first day of junior high who was shaking the quilt with his back turned to him.

The little fart dog actually went to spread dog food with others.

Can't bear it.

He can bear Hu Biao who is big and small, but Zhou Chunyang!

Chu Yiyi raised his hand, and the T-shirt on his body was lifted up, revealing a part of his waist.

Yan Hang frowned, walked over and stood behind him, reached out to pick up the clothes, and touched his waist.

The hand that was still raised in the first day of the junior high school was immediately fixed in the air.

Yan Hang put his other hand into his clothes, and put both hands on Chuyi's waist.

"You..." Chu Yi turned his head to speak.

Yan Hang didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, so he pushed him down on the bed with all his strength. Before Chu Yi turned his head, he jumped up and pressed him on Chu Yi's body.

The next action was basically instinctive, his hand moved forward along Chuyi's waist, and reached into his trousers.

After a few seconds on the first day of junior high school, when my breathing was completely messed up, I buried myself in the quilt and let out a low snort.