The next day, at noon.

The summer is hot, the sun is exposed, and the cicadas are chirping on the branches.

A milk tea shop near the school.

The suspended air conditioner is constantly running, and the cool air conditioner is delivered to every corner of the store.

Four tall boys sat at the innermost table.

Song Si took a deep breath of the cold and sweet milk tea, and the sweet and cold liquid left her throat, which made her heart cold: "Fuck, I finally survived."

Zhou Qi glanced at him sideways: "Is it so exaggerated?"

"Why didn't you? I just walked outside for five minutes and was sweating all over."

Song Si was sweating profusely and couldn't wipe his hands clean. He curled his lips, got up and walked towards the table next door, smiling: "Beauty, borrow a tissue to use."

Several girls hesitated and handed him a pack.

"Thank you."

Song Si returned to his seat and cursed again, "It's inconvenient to have no girl around you. You guys don't even have a piece of paper."

"You are just troublesome." Zhou Qi signaled in the direction of the statement and said relaxedly: "Look at him, there is no sweat on his face."

Chen Shuo still wore a black baseball cap, had a cigarette in his mouth, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, and his legs were leisurely raised.

He lowered his eyes, pressing the psp with a squirting sound in his hand, with a relaxed expression.

The next second, he threw the psp to Xu Jiaye who was watching next to him.

"Damn, I haven't passed this level for so long, you are so fast." Xu Jiaye raised the psp in his hand and was a little disbelief.

Zhou Qi mocked, "When did you play Ah Shu?"

Xu Jiaye was dissatisfied and said angrily: "No, I haven't given up yet. I have the ability to come to dota and solo in the middle, dare not."

Song Sisi was surprised: "Oh, brother, you are serious, you actually showed off your skills."

You should know that dota is a game that Xu Jiaye has played in elementary school. He has not played a thousand games and has hundreds of games so far.

After taking a breath of cigarette, Chen Shu accidentally twisted it into the ashtray, raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, provocatively: "Come on."

Zhou Qi whistled: "I'll watch this time."

He said again: "You can bet on something, otherwise it will be too boring."

Song Si glanced at the table and smiled wickedly, "I'll bet on milk tea for a month."

"Okay."

Xu Jiaye nodded.

Several people chatted for a while.

Zhou Qi suddenly asked: "Hey, suicide squad, why did you pull a bunch of girls to have dinner with us yesterday? You don't know Ah Shu's temper."

At the end of the day, the more he thought about it, the more wrong he became. He glanced at Song Si suspiciously and said suspiciously: "You can't like anyone, right?"

Song Si suddenly became angry: "Damn, I said, don't call this name, otherwise my brother would have nothing to do."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, okok." Zhou Qi covered his stomach and laughed for a while and made a gesture.

Chen Shu also slowly pulled open the corners of his mouth.

Song Si = Sent to death = Suicide Squad

Song Si is most annoying to others calling him these two nicknames, and thinks it is unlucky.

Song Si took a mouthful of milk tea and chewed the pearls and said vaguely: "I am not helping myself, I am helping Ah Shu."

Chen Shu frowned after hearing this and said impatiently: "It's all my business."

"Why is it not your business? I ask you, is Xia Xinyu beautiful or An Yue beautiful?"

Zhou Qi: "An Yue."

Xu Jiaye: "An Yue."

Zhou Qi thought for a while: "I always feel that Xia Xinyu is petty and shy, and not generous in An Yue."

Song Si spread his hands, "That's all. Since Ah Shu doesn't like Xia Xinyu, then he will always look at An Yue."

"I tell you that I met Jiang Cheng, who was from Class 7, a former senior high school class in the morning. He said that there were a lot of people chasing An Yue before, but An Yue refused to speak out. She didn't like those with poor grades."

Alas, for this, how many students are studying at night.

Song Si said, smacking his tongue: "Tsk tsk, this girl can't tell. She is very arrogant and has a lofty ambition."

Xu Jiaye touched his chin, "Don't Ah Shu meet the conditions?"

Song Si nodded: "Yes, who do I work hard for? I am doing it for so many hardships."

Zhou Qi smiled wickedly: "Isn't that nerd in that class also has hope?"

Chen Shu stretched lazily, not interested in their topic at all.

"Bored, go."

"Sir, this is your milk tea."

The waiter politely handed the bag to Songs.

"What are you doing? You still have to take it back to the classroom to drink?" Zhou Qi asked.

"You care about me, I'm thirsty."

"You guys are talking more and more."

“Hey, there are situations.”

Xu Jiaye poked them and looked at the sly mouthful of Chan who had first walked to the door.

The little girl who had just borrowed Song Si's tissue stopped Chen Shu and said something.

In fact, the girl was blushing and asked for her mobile phone number.

Chen Shu tightened his cap tightly, put his hands in his pockets, pursed his thin lips into a line, and opened his mouth slowly and reported a string of numbers.

Huh?

Is there really something going on this time?

The three brothers widened their eyes.

Lunch break.

In the classroom, the fan above the head was shaking thorns.

The students who were struggling were either lying on the table in a small gap or catching up on the morning homework.

An Jing turned around and leaned over to An Yue's table, supported her chin, and asked her a math problem she didn't understand in the morning. The pen was calculating on the draft paper.

"Well, what's behind?"

No one responded.

He looked up quietly, "Sister?"

"Oh." An Yue absent-mindedly said the next step.

Just as she said that, she stopped again, and she looked toward the quiet direction.

His eyes were unconscious. He tilted his head, as if he was listening carefully.

Quietly, what did you react?

She glanced at the last row.

Song Si chased and asked, "Ashu, have you really given her a cell phone number?"

"No, what's your fancy?"

"Body? Face? I don't feel that it's too good to see."

Zhou Qi interrupted: "Ashu is not so superficial and only pays attention to his appearance."

"Damn, he used to say that he should be good-looking and beautiful." Song Si continued to chase after me: "I said it wasn't that she who gave me a tissue, and then you were moved by her kindness."

Chen Shu was occupying Xu Jiaye's seat at this time, lowering his head and writing his homework lazily. He occasionally encountered a little troublesome question, frowned and thought, and turned his pen skillfully with his slender and fair fingers.

The statement ignored him.

Song Si took a deep breath: "I said, do you really like that little girl?"

After writing a big question in a simple and clear statement, he looked up and said carelessly: "Guess."

The statement and quiet sitting are opposites, with a space separated from it.

The moment he looked up, he just touched the quiet and clean line of vision.

He was stunned.

The thin and weak girl in front of the table, with a slightly pale face and a pair of dark and transparent eyes, as quiet as a clear pond, can reach people's hearts.
To be continued...