So Song Mingcheng did not go back to the classroom to attend class, nor did he hand in a thousand-word review, but in the second half of the physical education class, he was dragged to the office by the physical education teacher and counted down.

Song Mingcheng went to the infirmary, dispensed some medicine, and finally returned to the classroom.

Today is Friday, there is no evening self-study, the last class before school, everyone is in a bit of a commotion, and at this moment, a strange storm was set off on the forum.

In addition to the choice of school grass - the classmates in Song Mingcheng's class were very smart not to mention it in front of Song Mingcheng because Song Mingcheng only won the second place - the second hot post after this was actually Song Mingcheng and Yan Zhou's "parent-child photo" (fog). The good looks of these two brothers are really rare......

In particular, Yan Zhou's lips were curved, which instantly made this post popular for a long time, and the number of viewers also increased exponentially.

The first and second of the school grass "gathered together", and Song Mingcheng set up the seventh middle school student union at this juncture, which was obviously to do the rhythm, which made everyone not know whether the relationship between the two was good or bad.

After Hu Moyin told Song Mingcheng the news tremblingly, he ran to the office of the Discipline Inspection Department and handed in her "review book" full of scolding Yan Zhou.

Song Mingcheng took a deep look at the campus forum and clicked the "register" button with mixed feelings.

After the real-name registration was completed, when Song Mingcheng clicked in with his mobile phone to watch, he found that the second hot post had been updated with the latest status, which was a photo taken secretly when he and Yan Zhou looked at each other while playing basketball in the afternoon.

And his score of "34:38". Although it is not explicitly stated in the article, everyone can see that he won Yan Zhou.

But this building feels a little crooked, huh?

In the photo, the angle is tricky and soft light, and the words directly portray Yan Zhou, who is paralyzed and pretends to be short, into a little angel who is cold inside and hot outside, and writes himself, a handsome, brave and fearless fighter who is not afraid of power, as a bad arrogant? Silly White ...... Sweet?

What does tsundere mean?

What does silly white sweet mean?

What does that circle and circle of love mean?

Song Mingcheng, a friend who has nothing to say, and Song Mingcheng, who is not very gregarious and not very gossipy, closed his mobile phone and looked up to the sky and sighed infinitely.

Song Mingcheng, who escaped the review and walked out of the school gate, subconsciously walked very fast, and the girls from the first middle school who recognized him exclaimed, not as afraid of him as before, but ......

"Ahhhh

"Wow, it's actually pretty good-looking."

"After all, it's the second place in the school draft......

"It's a good match."

"I'll eat this pair!"

"Go down, hey, hey, hey......"

"It's obviously an iceberg X tsundere, irreversible!"

……

Song Mingcheng feels that he doesn't understand the girls anymore, and he always feels a little scary, what's going on?

Leaving the depressing school, Friday's revelry begins now.

Song Mingcheng's carnival is extremely quiet. He walked on the infinitely intertwined pavement, watching the traffic coming and going, with a detached look.

Because none of them came to meet him.

He was depressed and lost his temper because of this, but these were extravagant hopes. What can he expect from his parents, who can only be seen during the Chinese New Year.

Loneliness, in the midst of the extremely noisy traffic, between the students who come and go, burst out. It's just that Song Mingcheng will no longer feel sad about such a feeling, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and even showed a comfortable look.

As long as you get used to it, you can see it.

Song Mingcheng's home is far from the school, and it would take 40 minutes for a taxi to take an elevated highway. And in these forty minutes, his mood will fall from the highest point after school, little by little, to the lowest point of the outbreak, when he gets out of the car and stands in front of his house.

In front of him is a three-story independent villa with a basement, the yard is a neatly manicured flower bed, the black door slowly opened after scanning Song Mingcheng's body information, and the crystal chandelier in the hall also opened.

The warm light illuminates the structure of the villa, but there is a frightening chill in this cleanliness.

Song Mingcheng hated this place.

Before he had been in this house for ten minutes, Song Mingcheng changed his clothes and came out with his mobile phone, and his mood got better little by little when he broke free from this home.

The bar he frequented, because of the incident of Yan Qing last time, made him a little embarrassed. There are very few places where he can relax, except for the Internet café called "Linker" in the middle of the city.

Of course, Song Mingcheng is not yet eighteen years old, so he can't enter the inside of the Internet café, but the Internet café has private rooms outside, each of which is as well-decorated as a small hotel room, and has set up various themes, which are well received by people of different ages.

Song Mingcheng chartered a Gundam-themed room by himself, and the sofas inside were all made in the shape of a mecha. When Song Mingcheng was lying in the mecha cabin, he felt that his soul was so comfortable that he flew into the sky.

At this time, his brain was empty, and what he thought of was the game he played with Yan Zhou in the afternoon. He thought that if Yan Zhou didn't have such a nasty character, maybe he would be a good golfer.

In fact, only three days have passed this week, but Song Mingcheng feels more tired than more than ten years before. The daily life he thought he could squander was broken by the hateful guys in No. 1 Middle School, and it made him lose a lot of face, and even forced him to set up the No. 7 Middle School Student Union.

Song Mingcheng hates trouble, so he doesn't like to form gangs, but when he meets Yan Zhou, he always feels that he will be provoked and become less like himself.

The calm and self-contained Yan Zhou can always easily provoke his anger, but Song Mingcheng doesn't think he really hates it.

In fact, if it weren't for the current situation of No. 1 Middle School and No. 7 Middle School, he would have wanted to treat Yan Zhou as a bad friend. Yan Zhou never regarded him as a rich child, nor did he despise his bad identity, he looked at Song Mingcheng's gaze and was very frank.

It's just that this thought was quickly replaced by a deep depression, and Song Mingcheng felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

The mobile phone rang at this time, and after Song Mingcheng looked at the three words marked on the caller ID, his original mood fell to the bottom and never got up again.

He didn't answer the phone, just sat up slowly, staring at the flashing breathing light on his phone. The ringtone of the mobile phone continued unrelentingly, and Song Mingcheng slowly closed his eyes as if he hadn't heard it.

The "old woman's" caller ID lasted for three minutes before falling silent again.

After a while, the phone rang again and then silenced again after three minutes of no answers. The time between each phone call is getting shorter and shorter, like a person's more and more hurried steps.

The room naturally turns on the lights as the night comes. It wasn't until after the seventh silence that Song Mingcheng slowly opened his eyes.

He wiped his face, called room service, and asked the waiter to bring him some food. The waiters here apparently knew the boy who came here every Friday to think about life, and soon at his request, he pushed the cart full of fast food fruits and drinks to the couch and left politely and quietly.

After seven calls, the phone finally fell into an incomparable tranquility. Song Mingcheng looked at the pitch-black screen, but his mood showed no signs of getting better at all.

He couldn't find an activity to pass the time, and he couldn't find a companion to pass the time.

Just then, a text message caught his attention - a photo of the back of a crippled boy in a wheelchair.

Bonus location.

Song Mingcheng looked at this extremely familiar back, and at that moment, curiosity was like a beam of light, illuminating the entire room.

The phone rang then, and Song Mingcheng picked up Ah Chen's phone and said, "This is Yan Zhou?" ”

Ah Chen said, "It's true! ”

Ah Chen is the boy who was criticized and educated by Yan Zhou at the school gate, although he is tall and strong, he is determined to gossip and inquire, and he is Song Mingcheng's PHS. Since he got on the bar with Yan Zhou, he has been firing on all cylinders, and he is almost about to become Yan Zhou's stalker.

Ah Chen would send him Yan Zhou's news, and Song Mingcheng didn't think it was strange.

"Is there something wrong?" Song Mingcheng asked.

Ah Chen still said in a tone of disdain and passion, "Oh, boss, you don't know, it's the first time I've seen Yan Zhou's expression, but it's fierce, it feels like a fried cat, it's very interesting!" ”

In view of the fact that Ah Chen often makes mistakes in information and sometimes likes to add oil and vinegar to exaggerate the facts, Song Mingcheng has reservations about this.

But he wanted to know what kind of expression the person would show after tearing off the mask.

Ah Chen couldn't continue to follow the live broadcast because of something, Song Mingcheng sat up after falling into a short silence, went to the bathroom to wash his face, hurriedly ate a meal, and left the room.

originally thought that Song Mingcheng was going to stay until the next morning as usual, but he was stunned at first, and then lowered his head with a very good service attitude and sent him out.

Yan Zhou is on the pedestrian street in the center of the city, speaking of which, it is only about three or four hundred meters away from him.

Song Mingcheng couldn't stop the curiosity provoked by Ah Chen, so he let it swell. His steps were not fast, but even so, it only took three minutes to see Yan Zhou's side face.

At this time, Yan Zhou was pushing a wheelchair, with a look of indifference as usual on his face, and he was watching musical instruments with people in the piano shop. His back was stiff and showed little interest, in stark contrast to the middle-aged man in his wheelchair, who was in his early thirties.

And outside the piano shop, there are a few fan girls who are secretly rubbing and secretly taking photos of Yan Zhou.

Song Mingcheng stopped and watched Yan Zhou take an electric guitar handed to him by the middle-aged man in great difficulty, and was very surprised.

Ah Chen was right, they had never seen Yan Zhou show his expression so obviously.

It was obvious that even if he was an uninformed person, he could see Yan Zhou's mood at this time. Restlessness, depression, and ...... Fear.

Fear?

That's right, when he took over the electric guitar, Yan Zhou's other hand on his side was indeed clenched tightly, as if he wanted to vent it.

He didn't think of the day he brushed the door, staring at Yan Zhou in the night.

And at that time, I inexplicably felt a certain loneliness similar to him from Yan Zhou's body.