I want this sand sculpture

The sports committee member of Class [-] is named Luo Shengqiang. He is a tall, strong and fit boy who loves all kinds of sports and is especially interested in sports meetings.

When Director Chen announced the sports meeting next week, Luo Shengqiang was so excited that he went to the playground to run ten laps, and after class, he held the registration form to pull people around.

"Sister Qin," Luo Shengqiang stood beside Zhou Qin, surrounding Zhou Qin around the table and him like a wall, "[-] for the girls' group?"

"Because I have long legs?" Zhou Qin looked at him in horror.

"Because no one reported it." Luo Shengqiang was very direct.

"..." Zhou Qin suddenly felt the pressure from the class leader, and she weighed it up, "Why don't our class abstain from this project."

"Sister Qin, the sense of collective honor!" Luo Shengqiang was filled with righteous indignation, "I can't give up until the last second!"

Zhou Qin: "..."

"Let go of the girls in our class, Qiangqiang," Du Yan yelled from the back row. He was leaning against the wall with one leg on Song Qichen's stool, and his posture was very arrogant. "Lao Song and I will bring you two boys." Group number one."

Song Qichen came back from the math teacher's office, just walked to the back door holding the paper of the last quiz, and was stunned when he heard Du Yan's words.

"Brother Yan, although you can say that, I am very touched," Luo Shengqiang let go of Zhou Qin, and waved the registration form in Du Yan's hand, "But, one project is one first."

"Is this the point?!" Du Yan was very dissatisfied with Luo Shengqiang's words. He squinted and stepped on the stool, "The point is that Lao Song and I both paid [-] yuan!"

Song Qichen: "..."

"You said it!" Luo Shengqiang quickly fished out a fountain pen from someone's table, and filled in Du Yan and Song Qichen respectfully in the men's 500-meter event on the registration form, and glanced at it casually. Song Qichen, whose face was not very good-looking at the back door, "Hey Brother Chen, you are here too! One thousand and five?"

Du Yan: "?"

"Ah." Song Qichen nodded at him to express that he had no objection, then walked towards Du Yan who hadn't reacted yet.

"Long legs?" Song Qichen raised one eyebrow and looked down at Du Yan.

Du Yan froze for a moment, quickly put his feet down, took out a paper towel from the hole in the table, and wiped the stool.Then he pulled Song Qichen to sit down, smiled and approached, "Not as long as you."

Song Qichen stuffed the math paper into the table hole, casually glanced at the sports committee who was still pulling people around, and said in a low voice, "Heroes save the beauty?"

"Save what?" Du Yan responded briefly, and then smiled more happily, "There is no girl in our class who can run...Are you jealous?"

Song Qichen rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"Really!" Du Yan reached out and knocked on the table in front of him, and suddenly raised the volume

Song Qichen was taken aback, he rubbed his right ear, "How about I buy you a speaker, and you go outside and shout it?"

"Aren't I excited?" Du Yan lowered his voice happily, "Are you jealous?"

Song Qichen once again experienced Du Yan's idiot spirit of asking questions when he didn't understand, he took a deep breath resignedly, "A little bit."

Du Yan didn't speak for a long time, Song Qichen glanced at him suspiciously, and found that this man was lying on the table and doing something, with an arc raised at the corner of his mouth.

Forget it, take care of him.

As long as it's not explosives, it's fine.

Song Qichen didn't continue this topic, took out the chemistry workbook and started doing the questions.

When class was about to start, Du Yan finally raised his head in satisfaction, and threw a ball of something on Song Qichen's desk.

Song Qichen put down the pen in his hand, and picked up the unknown object - it could probably be called a paper crane.He looked at Du Yan inexplicably: "?"

"Open it." Du Yan said with a smile, his tone full of expectation.

Song Qichen: "..." Then why did you fold it up?

Song Qichen grabbed a corner of the paper crane, and carefully dismantled the crumpled paper crane.He Song Qichen didn't think he was a patient person, he didn't expect that one day he would treat a paper crane that would be torn if he didn't pay attention like this.

If there is something strange in here, he will let Du Yan and the crane float out of the window together - not the window of this classroom, but the window in the corridor on the fifth floor.

After tossing for a long time, Song Qichen finally took apart the paper crane completely under Du Yan's earnest gaze, and got a small square piece of paper, which was still torn from the draft book, and two of the sides were not evenly torn. The rough edges.

When he first saw this piece of paper, Song Qichen thought it was a miracle that Du Yan could still sit next to him safely, until he turned the piece of paper over.

On the pale yellow paper, Song Qichen's face was carefully outlined with pencil lines.

This should have been secretly drawn by Du Yan when he was in class. It looks like it must have been a long time ago, and the marks of the pencil are somewhat blurred by the frosting of the paper.

Song Qichen in the painting is different from the one on the English test paper that day. He is not wearing a skirt, nor is he smiling.He was just listening to the class carefully, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about a difficult problem.

Du Yan's drawing skills are really good. When Song Qichen saw this painting, he could immediately think of himself in class, very clearly.

There were a few words written beside the painting, but they were all erased by Du Yan, and Song Qichen couldn't see what Du Yan wrote.

When was this drawn?

What is the word painted out?

Will Du Yan think of him when he sees this painting?

Song Qichen was looking at the paper in a daze, while Du Yan cleared his throat quietly.

The class bell had been ringing for quite a while, but the chemistry teacher hadn't come yet. The originally quiet classroom slowly became agitated, filled with the whispers of the students.

Du Yan was in the midst of the humming sound, and said in a subdued voice, "Do you know what I wrote?"

Song Qichen shook his head, shifted his gaze from the piece of paper to Du Yan's face, Du Yan's ear tips were a little red.

Du Yan flashed his eyes unnaturally, just for a moment, and soon met Song Qichen's gaze again, with some firmness in his eyes, "Song Qichen."

"Ok?"

"I wrote your name, Song Qichen." Du Yan said, "I wrote it many times, and it's also on other draft papers. I'm afraid you will scribble it if you see it."

"why?"

"I'm afraid you'll think I'm a pervert," Du Yan said casually on purpose, and his voice was a little softer, "I should have liked you a long time ago, but I didn't realize it myself, and I dare not let others know."

Song Qichen listened to Du Yan quietly, without speaking.

He could see that Du Yan was not as relaxed as he made it out to be. When he found out that he was different from others, when faced with strange feelings, he was afraid of being discovered by others, afraid of being hated by people who cared, that kind of hesitation and helplessness Help is impossible to hide.

Song Qichen himself did the same.

Fortunately, fortunately, they did not escape.

Didn't miss it either.

"Why are you showing it to me now?" Song Qichen asked, a smile could not be restrained from the corner of his mouth.

"Now," Du Yan pulled the piece of paper back and shook it in front of Song Qichen's eyes, "I don't need to look at the picture to miss you anymore."

Song Qichen's heart trembled, but he still used to be brave, "You can also look at me directly before."

Du Yan looked at Song Qichen's slightly flushed fair face with satisfaction, raised his eyebrows, and refolded the paper into a paper crane, "Do you know what this is called?"

Perhaps because of the creases, Du Yan quickly folded into a paper crane this time.

"What?" Song Qichen asked while pinching one of the paper crane's wings carefully.

Maybe it was knowing that it was his own face, maybe it was knowing Du Yan's intentions, Song Qichen was not able to treat this ugly paper crane roughly this time.

Du Yan blinked, and leaned closer to Song Qichen's ear, "The paper crane expresses love."

Song Qichen: "..."

Pass your head.

In addition to selecting athletes for the sports meeting, each class also has to select a class song.I don't know if this is considered a tradition in No. [-] Middle School. At the opening ceremony of the sports meeting, slogans were not shouted, but class songs were sung instead.

Class songs can be made up by yourself, or you can find ready-made ones.

In the previous sports meeting, some classes used funeral marches as the class song, and the whole class was crying and howling, which was in stark contrast to the festive class next door who often went home to watch.

Since no one in the fourth class could write songs, Zhou Qin and the class committee members unanimously decided to find a ready-made song to be the class song.

Xu Min picks up the songs one by one on the multimedia, and broadcasts them one by one for the students to listen to.

She is going to select four preliminary songs first, and the final result will be decided by voting.

"Let's decide on a theme first," Luo Shengqiang made a suggestion after listening to more than a dozen songs before deciding on the last one, "For example, something like a hot-blooded college."

"Okay," Xu Min knocked on the table, "What kind of class song do you want? You can say it, and we will decide together."

"Youth!" Someone shouted.

"Be inspiring."

"That's too straight and boring. We have to be unique. Last year's funeral march was good."

"Then you are not copying others!"

"I think Two-dimensional is good, Lolita or Hanfu are also great!"

"My wife Shiranui!"

"Women's wearer, women's wearer!"

"..."

Everyone was talking about suggestions, and the painting style became more and more crooked, and the classroom was in a mess for a while.

Xu Min couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted loudly: "Brother Yan, what do you think?"

Du Yan was competing with Song Qichen in Happy Bubble Bobble, who could clear the most levels within 5 minutes, and now he was slightly ahead, and was called suddenly, Du Yan shook his hand, and the yellow ball missed.

It's over, let Chenchen win again.

Du Yan sighed, stuffed the phone into the table hole, raised his head, "What's the matter?"

"Ban Ge, what do you think?" Xu Min said.

The class gradually fell silent, waiting to hear the answer from this boy who always brought them various surprises or frights.

Du Yan thought about it for two seconds, then said softly: "I think it's a win."

Xu Min's eyes lit up, "I think it's okay."

Director Chen, who stood at the back door of Class [-] and eavesdropped for a long time with a smile: "...?"

Xu Min didn't notice that there was someone standing outside the back door. She picked up a chalk and wrote on the blackboard the four words "Successful", along with "Stubborn", "Love Cycle" and "Dalabang".

Xu Min threw the chalk back into the slot on the blackboard, and clapped his hands, "Now let's vote, you can write your name or not, and you can write it if you have a better suggestion. After one minute, the class committee will put it away, and the sports committee will count the votes. "

The classroom was suddenly filled with the rustling sound of writing.

Luo Shengqiang finished counting the votes, and in the end he won the victory with a high rate of 30 votes, beating other songs and becoming the class song of the second and fourth class in one fell swoop.

"As expected of Brother Yan," Luo Shengqiang stroked a piece of paper on the lecture table, "The song is so well chosen!"

Du Yan cupped his fists at him, "I won the award."

Song Qichen: "..."

Song Qichen still remembered that 5 minutes ago, Du Yan calmly wrote four large characters on the paper under his shocked eyes - love cycle.