In the dimly lit attic, when Zhao Yan finished writing the seventh chapter, he found that it was already more than three o'clock in the morning, and his whole head felt wooden. Today, no! It should be said that it was yesterday, he got up at four o'clock in the morning yesterday to write the beginning of "Full Moon Scimitar", and today he wrote until three o'clock in the morning, no matter how good his physique is, he will feel low energy.

Although he was tired, looking at the extra words in the computer document, Zhao Yan grinned silently. It feels good to have a purpose!

Rubbing his palms on his face vigorously to make himself sober, Zhao Yan took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag, copied all the manuscripts into his mobile phone, and planned to go to school today to show Fan Long and them, at present, Fan Long and a few of them are his only book lovers! Can't let them down.

After making the copy, closing the document, and turning off the computer, Zhao Yan climbed into bed blindfolded.

Perhaps he was too tired to dream again that night.

I had a good night's sleep, and I was woken up by my mother the next morning.

"Ah Yan! Ah Yan! ”

Zhao Yan opened one eye in a daze, and saw that his mother was still shaking his body with one hand, and his mother's face in an apron was full of worry.

"Mom! Let me sleep a little longer! So sleepy! Zhao Yan said in a daze.

"Ah Yan, what's wrong with you? You're running late for school! Why are you still so sleepy today? What time did you go to bed last night? ”

Last night, she noticed that Zhao Yan didn't boxing abnormally, Wu Yiping worriedly put on her coat and went upstairs to take a look, and saw Zhao Yan writing on the computer, so she went downstairs to sleep with confidence.

"Running late?"

Zhao Yan turned his head to look out the window, only to find that it was already bright outside, and for a moment, Zhao Yan didn't want to go to school, anyway, even if he went to the college entrance examination, he had no hope of being admitted to university.

However, I thought that there were still Fan Long, Ji Yichun, Lou Wenhao, and Xiao Mengyue in the school...... Zhao Yan dispelled this idea again.

It's only the last two months, so let's go! Look at her a few more times, and by the way, get a graduation certificate, I studied in high school for three years, and I can't even get a graduation certificate in the end.

"Ah Yan! Did you hear what Mom just said? ”

Wu Yiping saw that Zhao Yan didn't reply, so she asked again anxiously, and she was waiting for her to get busy downstairs!

Zhao Yan showed a big smile to his mother and said, "Mom! I'm going to get up! Go get busy! I'll be down right away! ”

As he spoke, Zhao Yan immediately lifted the thin quilt and got up from the bed.

"It's good that you're okay! Hurry up! Aaron should be coming soon! ”

Wu Yiping saw that her son was okay to get up, and her worried brows relaxed, and after urging a few words, she went downstairs to get busy.

……

When Zhao Yan came down from upstairs, Fan Long was already eating breakfast there according to a table, and when he saw Zhao Yan rubbing his eyes and going downstairs carelessly, he first gave a disdainful look, and then raised a middle finger.

Fan Long: "Lazy Worm Great Demon King! ”

Zhao Yan smiled indifferently, returned a middle finger, walked to the closet, squeezed toothpaste, and went out to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Today he did get up late, the little sister had finished washing, and sat on the side of the road with a small horse, holding a comb in one small hand and a small mirror in the other, and combing his hair there with a sad face.

This girl's hair is slightly yellow and very fine, and it is difficult to comb her hair every morning, and every time she combs her hair, she is half-combed and half-pulled, and if she is not careful, she will pull the roots of her hair.

Seeing Zhao Yan come out to brush his teeth, the little sister habitually rewarded him with a roll of the eyes, but Zhao Yan didn't care.

After yesterday, Zhao Yan has matured a lot, although he still doesn't seem to have changed much on the surface, but he will definitely not take pleasure in bullying his little sister in the future.

When Zhao Yan walked to Fan Long after washing, picked up the xiaolongbao left for him by his eldest sister and stuffed it into his mouth, Fan Long chuckled twice, leaned his head close to Zhao Yan's side and whispered, "Ah Yan!" How many chapters did you write last night? Where's the draft? Give me the manuscript first! Otherwise, when they get to school, Ah Chun and they will definitely rob me! Come on, come on! Give it to me! Hey! ”

Zhao Yan squinted at him lazily, and the corners of his mouth hooked: "You seemed to have given me a middle finger just now, right?" That middle finger is very sexy! Brother Yan wants to watch it again, can you satisfy Brother Yan? ”

Fan Long: "Huh? Have it? Have it? Not at all! Ah Yan! Hey! Ah Yan, don't be so stingy! I was wrong! Am I wrong? I promise never to give you the middle finger again! Where is the manuscript? Give me the manuscript! ”

Zhao Yan chuckled lazily, swept his eyes to the table, and found that the only cup of soy milk on the table had been half drunk by Fan Long, so he pouted and said, "Xiaolongbao should be served with soy milk!" No soy milk...... Alas! ”

Fan Long: "I'll get it for you!" Ah Yan! I'll get it for you! ”

Fan Long said like a dog, and hurriedly went to bring soybean milk to Zhao Yan, and also helped Zhao Yan insert the straw and handed it to Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan took a sip with satisfaction, picked up a fragrant xiaolongbao and put it in his mouth, then smiled casually, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and put it in front of Fan Long.

In fact, Fan Long saw the mobile phone in Zhao Yan's pocket just now when Zhao Yan was brushing his teeth, otherwise, if the mobile phone is not on Zhao Yan, then it must be in the attic, with his relationship with Zhao Yan, there is no need to ask Zhao Yan at all, he can run up to the attic to search and rob it.

……

Because Zhao Yan got up late today, when the two of them rushed to the school on their bicycles and walked to the door of the classroom, they were already more than ten minutes late.

Seeing that the head teacher had already come before them, Zhao Yan and Fan Long, who had just walked to the door of the classroom, both changed their faces. They were only called to the office by Tang Feng yesterday to clean up, and they were both late this morning, and in this critical period when it seemed that the college entrance examination was about to arrive, they didn't have to think about it to know that Tang Feng would not let them go easily.

When Zhao Yan and Fan Long saw Tang Feng, Tang Feng happened to be facing the door, and Zhao Yan and Fan Long happened to meet Tang Feng's cold eyes.

Tang Feng, who was still slowly pacing and inspecting, stopped, and just looked at Zhao Yan and Fan Long at the door with his hands behind his back and his face slightly upturned coldly.

There was originally a loud sound of reading in the classroom, but with the appearance of Zhao Yan and Fan Long at the door of the classroom, as well as the abnormality of the head teacher Tang Feng, the sound of reading in the classroom quickly became smaller and disappeared.

There were other classes in the vicinity reading books, but the third class of the third year of high school fell into an eerie silence, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at the two unlucky eggs at the door with different expressions.

If Tang Feng hadn't seen them for the first time, Zhao Yan and Fan Long would have been able to escape quietly, and they would have escaped for a while, but now they had nowhere to escape.

"Zhao Yan! Fan Long! ”

Before Zhao Yan and Fan Long could figure out how to explain the reason for being late to Tang Feng, Tang Feng's cold voice had already come first.

"Zhao Yan! I confiscated the novel you read in class the day before yesterday, saying that you will never be the second in Long Yin, are you not convinced? I heard that you wrote a yellow' novel yesterday and brought it to the class to Fan Long and read it! What about your yellow-colored novel? Show me! ”

As soon as the head teacher Tang Feng said this, there were already a few sneers in the classroom, and Ji Yichun, Lou Wenhao and others in the back row of the classroom who had read Zhao Yan's "Full Moon Scimitar" were either angry, or they lowered their heads silently, not daring to face the various eyes of the class.

Fan Long's mouth opened slightly, he was shocked, he didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing when he came over early this morning.

Zhao Yan's face also changed, his originally lazy and lazy body straightened up at once, and his eyes, which were originally not energetic because of staying up late, suddenly became sharp, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his unkind gaze swept over the faces of several suspicious objects in the class one by one.

(Thanks to TimQi and Li Jiabai Ding for rewarding 100 coins, and thanks to Jing K for rewarding 588 coins, this is the addition of yesterday's promise to wind and rain, please check!) ）