After the rain

Well, which one is closer, friends or lovers? "

"More intimate? It must be a lover."

"What does Xie Junwen think?"

"Lover." Xie Junwen replied.

Shen Yan pondered deeply.

Duan Zheng blinked: "Why are you asking this?"

"Have you ever been in love?" Shen Yan asked back, his words were surprising.

Duan Zheng shook his hand, and when he sent it, he clicked an extra funny selfie of himself, suddenly felt a toothache, and cursed: "Fuck."

He withdrew in seconds, praying that the group of friends just licked their faces and didn't see it.

[It seems that something serious has been mixed in. ]

[@北大不想你的男孩?Quite cute. ]

Duan Zheng: "..."

Is it necessary to be so sharp-eyed?ah!Cute and cute, how can I be cute? !

He gritted his teeth angrily, turned off his screen and dived, then turned his head to answer Shen Yan's question, "We talked about it."

In the second semester of the second year of junior high school, a short-haired girl in the same class was very cute, not tall, and had two shallow dimples when she smiled.When other people fall in love, they always hide and engage in underground love affairs. It is taboo and sweet, and the relationship is extremely stable.He was so awesome, he made the whole school know about it after being together for two days, and he was forced to break up by his parents before even holding hands.

His side was fine, but the girl's parents objected to their daughter's puppy love, fearing that the two would continue to argue and make trouble, so they went through the transfer procedures vigorously.

It is said that first love is the most unforgettable, and Duan Zheng can't forget it even if he wanted to. His first love, which fell at the starting line, is still occasionally teased by his mother and bad friends until now.

Shen Yan then asked: "How does it feel?"

Feel?

Duan Zheng thought about it seriously, and after thinking about it, he noticed a clue, he let out a sigh, the corner of his mouth was raised, his excitement was hard to hide, and his eyes were gossip, "Brother Shen, you can't..."

The following words are self-evident, Shen Yan did not deny: "Yes."

The blossoming of the cycad tree shook the sky and the whole world celebrated together!

Duan Zheng wanted to beat the gongs and drums to announce to the world, so he quickly unlocked the typing and dropped a heavy bomb in the group.

Peking University is not a dream: [The latest news, the male god has someone he likes! ! ! ! ! ]

Peking University is not a dream: [This deity admits it himself! ]

The strong wind set off huge waves, and the waves were turbulent. Duan Zheng was at the helm, carrying a boat full of frightened passengers, his sense of responsibility was overwhelming.

He skimmed through a bunch of questions that had sprung up in the group, and he was spitting, "Is it from our school? At the same level or a senior? What's the name of which class? Is it pretty? Is there a photo?"

Shen Yan: "..."

Duan Zheng was anxious to death, anxious for the aunts and grandmothers who secretly promised, "Brother Shen!"

"...Second year of high school, liberal arts class." Shen Yan said that, even though Duan Zheng exhausted all his tricks, he refused to reveal more.

He even started to reflect on himself, what kind of muscle was missing to choose to ask Duan Zheng.

No. [-] Middle School holds two sports games every year—the Spring Games in April and the Autumn Games in November.

The autumn sports meeting is accompanied by the art festival. The school stipulates that the third year is not allowed to participate in the program performance arrangement, and each class of the first year is required to produce a program, either collectively or individually. The second year is relatively free, and those who are interested can fill in the form and sign up on their own.

There must be four hosts, two men and two women. There will be a selection competition, and the scope of competition will also exclude the third year of high school.

This week, the official program list needs to be determined and improved. The registration forms for the sports events have also been sent to the sports committees of each class. In addition, there is also a calligraphy and painting competition representing only individuals. The deadline for submission of works is at the end of October.

The stage was set on the rostrum beside the sports field, in an empty open space. Song Qikun was instigated to run as the host last year. He was shivering in the cold night wearing a thin formal suit, feeling unforgettable cold.

This year, he avoided it because firstly, he did not want to be exposed to the cold, and secondly, he had important things to do that night, and there was a cumbersome group photo session at the end of the host, so he couldn't get away for a while.

But people don't look for things, things will look for people.This time, there was not a single boy in the sophomore division of the host selection competition. The person in charge had no choice but to come to him first. After returning in vain, he still did not give up, and found another way to find their head teacher to be a lobbyist.

Memorizing manuscripts and rehearsals will not take up normal class time, and such activities are also a kind of exercise and improvement. The head teacher accepted the commission and cooperated with the client to persuade with good words, but Song Qikun led him astray after persuading him. Changing the camp and turning the enemy into a friend, I sincerely suggested: "Since there are no hard and fast rules, and there are many people participating in the selection in the first year of high school, it doesn't hurt to choose a replacement from them. It's just a matter of filling the position."

The face of the person in charge who was brutally betrayed turned green, and he left in dismay.

Coming out of the office, Song Qikun breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.

Zhang Fan asked him, "Have you agreed?"

"No, I'm afraid of the cold."

"Oh." Zhang Fan was not without regrets, "I want to see the handsome guy in a suit again."

Liu Xinrong said: "Didn't you take pictures last year?"

Zhang Fan was confident, "I didn't take a group photo, it's not perfect."

"It's the same for taking pictures in school uniforms."

"That's a big difference." A person appeared at the table, with a mean face and an expression of beating, Zhang Fan had no choice but to stop talking, "What are you doing?"

Fang You ignored her and ordered: "Song Qikun, bring your phone here."

Now it was Song Qikun's turn to turn green, not only green, but also black.

Fang You didn't take away his mobile phone, so he went back to his seat and deducted five points of his attendance points in the attendance book according to the class rules, and then went to the office with his mobile phone.

About 2 minutes apart, Song Qikun met the head teacher for the second time.

The middle-aged man with a bald spot on the top of his head smiled amiably and said, "Submit a 500-word self-examination tomorrow, and I will give you back 20 points in the October monthly exam."

20 points...

It's easier said than done.

Song Qikun was under great pressure but helpless, he nodded heavily.

The old class said: "Okay, let's go back to class."

Song Qikun didn't move, he pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth twice, discussing in a low voice, "Teacher, I haven't finished reading a piece of news, can you read it for me again?"

The group chat was full of messages, and he only flipped through three or two pages, but missed the point.

"What news are you so worried about?" Old Ban looked surprised, and took out the mobile phone that had just been put in the drawer, with the same gentle tone, "Here, unlock it and let's watch together."

"..." Song Qikun smiled and waved his hands wittily, "That, forget it, see you, teacher."

He went to look for Shen Yan in class 17 of the first year of high school as scheduled during the break, and simply took it as a joke.

"20 points? Your score is 20 points, is there a difference from the full score? Hahahahahahahaha haha ​​haha ​​is too fuck-" Duan Zheng did not hide his glory, patted Xie Junwen's shoulder and laughed, the latter laughed, the latter Being so troubled that he couldn't concentrate on thinking about the problem, he rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Come on." Shen Yan raised the corner of his mouth and gave him his mobile phone, "Use mine first."

Song Qikun squeezed his thumb, "Don't, I really can't stand another 20 minutes."

After chatting a few words, he rushed downstairs and stepped on the bell to enter the classroom. This class happened to be the teacher's math class.

Seeing his panting appearance, Lao Ban narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of something, pursed his lips and smiled meaningfully.

Shen Yan stayed up late for several consecutive days to self-study the homework that he had missed before, and he had very little sleep time, and occasionally fell asleep when he was in class during the day.

"dong dong"

Old Deng knocked on the table twice with his fingers to wake him up, and said softly, "Go to the blackboard and solve the third problem."

The feeling of being awakened was not good at all. Shen Yan walked up to the podium in a nonchalant manner, with lingering fears in his heart, the hand holding the chalk was still trembling slightly, and his brain fell into a brief blank.

He stared blankly at the question for half a minute, and then raised his hand to answer after he recovered a little.

A function problem, the piecewise function is known, and the value of the unknown quantity a is found.

Lao Deng specially took them to practice two sets of special papers for this type of question. It was not difficult. He quickly solved the answer and returned to his seat.

Lao Deng didn't move his position, stood beside him with his hands behind his back, pinched his knuckles one by one habitually, and said: "The answer is correct, but the steps are too simplistic, assuming this question has 6 points, I will only give you 4 points. The same goes for everyone else, details determine success or failure, you must pay attention when you take the exam..."

The following words were all clichés, Shen Yan took the initiative to block them, and cheered up to do the rest of the questions.

After finally finishing school, he and Song Qikun found a small restaurant outside the school to have dinner, and the other party looked worriedly at them frequently.

Shen Yan raised his eyelids halfway, and his voice was not loud, and his tone was flat, sounding weak, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

"Dark circles." Song Qikun said.

Shen Yan was slightly startled, raised his hand to touch his lower eyelids, "Is it obvious?"

"Fortunately, it's not particularly obvious."

"Oh."

Song Qikun squeezed his chopsticks tightly, hesitated for a long time and asked aloud: "Have you... insomnia recently?"

Shen Yan said, "No."

"Then how did you get the dark circles under your eyes? And I think you haven't been active these days." Song Qikun expressed concern, guessing countless reasons in his heart, and paused for a long time before asking: "Is there any reason?" What's bothering you?"

Shen Yan chewed his food absently, lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "I don't want to say."

"..."

Since he didn't want to say anything, Song Qikun couldn't force him to confess, he could only observe and figure it out by himself.

However, before he found any clues, someone sent an answer.

During the evening self-study class, Song Qikun was going to look for Shen Yan in the first year of high school, when Qi Jiajia suddenly walked over with a mysterious expression: "Song Qikun, I want to ask you something."

"What?" Song Qikun asked.

Having said that, he vaguely guessed that it had something to do with Shen Yan. After all, when Qi Jiajia was chasing someone, she always came to him to find out what the other party liked.

Qi Jiajia was a little embarrassed, and her voice was lower: "Um... can you help me find out about the enemy's situation?"

She was really hit hard by Shen Yan's blunt rejection last time, but confidently