Yang Shangchen swallowed his saliva next to Song Annian.

When no one spoke, the sound was particularly loud and obvious. Song Annian looked at Yang Shangchen in a daze. Yang Shangchen was shocked by himself. He was bounced up from his position and ran away quickly, leaving Song Annian confused.

After returning from school, Yang Shangchen didn't eat anything, so he took a shower and fell asleep. He had the first time in his life in his sleep. The next morning, he lifted the quilt and looked at his legs, and rolled and crawled from the bed to the bathroom like a ghost.

He dreamed that he and Song Annian were kissing, that kind of squirting, with loud mouth to mouth. Then he was shocked all over. Even when he woke up, Yang Shangchen could clearly remember the surging feeling of blood rushing into his mind.

Yang Shangchen boiled the water very much, rubbed his underwear hard, rubbed his head for a few times and became impatient, so he threw the underwear into the trash can.

Going downstairs with a dark face, Yang Xiao bit his chopsticks and pointed to Yang Shangchen's collar, "The clothes are not well worn."

Yang Shangchen pulled the collar with his hands in annoyed manner, "It's all your business."

Yang Xiao: "..."

Yang Xiao: "You're itchy?"

Yang Shangchen took a piece of bread and took a bite. Song Annian's face suddenly shook before his eyes. He flashed back for a moment. Yang Xiao stared at him strangely by his actions. Yang Shangchen felt even more and more confused. He threw the bread on the plate, stood up and said, "I won't eat it anymore."

The aunt handed over his schoolbag, and Yang Xiao tilted his head and looked at Yang Shangchen's back changing shoes at the door. After a long time, he suddenly said, "You're in love long ago?"

"It's a big deal!" Yang Shangchen reacted very much, and everyone in the room looked at him in shock.

Yang Xiao showed a meaningful smile on his face, "Okay, you didn't have an early love."

Yang Shangchen: "..."

Yang Shangchen, who insisted that he had no early love, would definitely not admit that he thought Song Annian was beautiful.

Zhou Shike was not in the same class as him, so he could only digest and bear the depression of his teenager by himself.

Song Annian was not affected much. He was still the same, sitting in the front row, listening carefully to the class and taking notes. If the teacher ordered someone to answer the questions, he would be the one who could not answer them, as if there were no subjects and questions that Song Annian could not do.

Yang Shangchen looked down at the test paper that he had just passed. He was in a complicated mood. Before he could start to feel sad about the spring and autumn, he heard Song Annian being called up by the teacher to answer the question.

Looking from behind, Song Annian's shoulders were thin, and beautifully shaped shoulder blades could be vaguely seen under the thin summer clothes. His hair was well-developed, black, shiny and soft, and even the tiny fluff on the back of his neck had a thin layer of warm light.

Song Annian calmly followed the steps of a question, his eyes calmly, his speech was neither fast nor slow, and his voice was a little hoarse in the voice change period.

But it sounds pretty nice.

"Yang Shangchen, what are you looking at?" Tang Qi elbowed Yang Shangchen.

Yang Shangchen came to his senses and took his gaze from Song Annian unnaturally. He lowered his head and pulled the pen on the table. After a while, he suddenly said, "It's over, I'm over."

Tang Qi didn't know why, "What's over?"

Yang Shangchen originally thought it would be difficult to accept the fact that he fell in love with Song Annian, but after falling in love with him, he found that he was not so acceptable.

Even Song Annian's annoying virtues seemed to become cute.

Song Annian has good grades, good family background, and good looks. He doesn't rely on these things to look down on others. The teachers like him, and the classmates in the class like him very much. He knows calligraphy, musical instruments and art. Yang Shangchen now thinks that Song Annian is simply perfect and invincible!

He had just been blind before and felt that Song Annian was not good.

"I'm going to study hard." Yang Shangchen said seriously.

Tang Qi focused on playing games, "Oh." This sentence started in kindergarten, but at that time Yang Shangchen said, "I must get the big red flower tomorrow."

However, what Tang Qi didn't expect was that Yang Shangchen really went to study hard, but why did he go to find Song Annian for his hard study? How great is it to hire a tutor? Don't Yang Shangchen hate Song Annian very much?

"Why don't you?" Song Annian frowned and turned his head and looked down on Yang Shangchen's face. His confusion and doubt could be seen from his eyes.

He was wondering that there were some stupid creatures like Yang Shangchen in the world. Shouldn’t one question be explained once? He has already said it three times.

Yang Shangchen should be angry. This is the first time someone talks to him like this, but he only feels a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and looked at the many steps that Song Annian carefully wrote on the test paper. On the test paper, Song Annian only had one answer for each question, and Song Annian did not need steps to do the test.

"Forget it," Song Annian saw that Yang Shangchen stopped talking, thinking that his tone was too harsh. He slowed down, "I'll give you another shot, okay?"

The boy's voice was soft and low, and Yang Shangchen's mind was directly hit.

However, Song Annian was a piece of white paper, immersed in the great emotion of being a teacher who must be rigorous and responsible, and did not notice that Yang Shangchen's ears were abnormally red.

"I'll treat you to dinner tonight. I won't have to go to class tomorrow or Sunday anyway." Yang Shangchen took the test paper and looked at the one he wrote very well. This was the most full test paper he had written in his life.

Song Annian hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and refused firmly under Yang Shangchen's eager eyes, "Don't go."

“…”

Seeing Yang Shangchen's expression froze, Song Annian felt a little embarrassed. After all, he was the first friend he made in this school, and Yang Shangchen was not as scattered as others said. He was very simple and good, and he knew how to repay kindness. He just taught Yang Shangchen a few questions, and Yang Shangchen wanted to invite him to dinner.

"I have exercises tonight." Song Annian felt depressed when she saw Yang Shangchen's face clearly disappointed.

"Then forget it." Yang Shangchen rarely took the initiative to make an appointment with people other than Zhou Shike, and it was all fake to say that he was not disappointed.

Seeing Yang Shangchen walking away with a sad look in the test paper, Song Annian called him impulsively, but after calling him, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but Yang Shangchen took the initiative to ask him, "Do you want to promise me again?"

Song Annian could only nod, otherwise what explanation should he explain for his inexplicable behavior.

Song Annian thought Yang Shangchen was having a meal with him at a restaurant, but he didn't expect Yang Shangchen to take him to an open-air legal restaurant in the city center that was only open to members. Song Annian stopped at the door, and hesitated in his cold eyebrows.

"Yang Shangchen, it's too expensive." The Song family is indeed not short of money, but the Song family's tutors do not allow them to spend extravagantly. Saving is a virtue. Moreover, this restaurant will not talk about the requirements for becoming a member, but the minimum consumption will not be lower than six figures each time.

Yang Shangchen looked down at Song Annian, "Then what do you want to eat?" He just wanted to give Song Annian the best, just a meal, he could afford it.

The waiter next to him looked at the two handsome boys with high eyebrows and high eyes. Those who could come here to consume would definitely not be children from ordinary families. However, the shorter one was very bookish, elegant and deserted, like an orchid that was about to bloom.

The taller facial features are more three-dimensional than many people. The eyebrows are slanted into the temples like swords. The bridge of the nose is straight and smooth, the lips are thin as thin. The expression is not as gentle as when you lower your eyes and ask in a low voice.

Both are rich families, but the former is obviously not the kind of rich second generation who only knows how to spend money, the latter is, and the latter's shoes are limited editions of more than 100,000 yuan.

The boy with a strong bookish spirit was carrying a fully white canvas schoolbag, his school uniform was clean and neat, and there was no precious jewelry on his body. However, when he raised his hand to touch his hair, he showed the watch worth more than two million yuan on his wrist.

The waiter smiled and said, "We have the best French chef in Jeonbuk City, fresh snail sauce. The tender steak just arrived at noon today. Can you try it for two guests?"

Song Annian grabbed Yang Shangchen and went in.

Yang Shangchen followed him passively, "Isn't it too expensive?"

Song Annian paused for a moment, turned his head and said lightly: "I like Philip."

Yang Shangchen thought that Song Annian would eat 70% or fully cooked food, but Song Annian didn't even look at the menu. His beautiful and slender fingers pressed on the cover of the menu, "One-cooked food."

He was also very serious in eating, without speaking, and his red lips and white teeth were particularly pleasing to the eye when eating.

"I will treat you to a meal, too." He suddenly said to Yang Shangchen in a low voice.

Yang Shangchen slowly ate a vegetable salad mixed with black truffle, as if the beef was chewing peonies, "No, just a meal."

He eats much more gentle than Yang Shangchen and has a smaller appetite. He eats slower than Yang Shangchen and stops faster than Yang Shangchen.

"Don't eat anymore?" Yang Shangchen looked at the food in front of Song Annian with some surprise.

Song Annian shook his head, "I'm not hungry." This is the rule of the Song family, stop until I'm not hungry.

Yang Shangchen looked at Song Annian's unworldly appearance, smiled, and dragged the plate from him to him.

Song Annian was wondering what Yang Shangchen was doing, then he saw Yang Shangchen cut half of the steak with a knife a few times. He forked a piece into his mouth, and his expression froze immediately.

"How can you eat this bloody person?"

Song Annian was still shocked that Yang Shangchen actually picked up the remaining food. He looked at Yang Shangchen and said in confusion: "Why don't you order two servings if you have a big appetite?"

Yang Shangchen was stunned when he heard his words, then raised his eyebrows and said, "You can't waste food." He blocked his own mouth with Song Annian's rules.

This reason is reasonable and Song Annian could not refute it, but Song Annian always felt something strange and always felt that Yang Shangchen's behavior was too close.

After using the meal, it was already dark. Yang Shangchen handed him Song Annian's schoolbag, "I'll take you back?"

Song Annian took the schoolbag, but didn't say it was OK, nor did he say it was bad.

"You go outside and wait for me, I'll pay the bill first." Yang Shangchen felt that he was so cheap. He even whispered even more to Song Annian's cold appearance, "Okay?"

"Okay." Song Annian felt that he had eaten someone else's meal and should have waited. He didn't think so much, and he didn't think about anything else.

Yang Shangchen checked out, and the lady at the cashier gave him a gift bag.

"It's dark chocolate, very bitter, but very authentic, with milk and fructose." The other party said with a smile.

Yang Shangchen accepted it, but he usually didn't accept these, but finally he had a reason to give Song Annian a small gift. Otherwise, according to Song Annian's virtue, he would probably give himself a saying, "I will not receive any reward without merit."

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Song Annian has few friends. In fact, the Song family is not good at making friends. Friends should always make jokes, go out together and share something together, but these are meaningless to the Song family.

So he didn't leave, he stood here and waited for Yang Shangchen.

He looked inside and saw a few people coming next to him, his eyes falling on him, and he didn't notice it.

"Song Annian?"

When Song Annian heard someone calling his name, he turned his head and looked over and found that it was the classmate of the junior high school before. Someone took the initiative to say hello, and Song Annian still had to respond. He nodded to the other party.

"Are you here to have a meal?" Bi You was also surprised to meet Song Annian outside the school, "Are you alone?"

Song Annian should be alone. He used to be alone in school. He seemed to be disregardless of anyone. Bi Fang pleased him for the whole semester, but he didn't come out to have a meal or have a day with himself.

Unexpectedly, Song Annian shook his head.

"Hand, friend." Song Annian said.

"Friend?" Bi You was stunned for a moment.

He originally wanted to ask the name, who could make Song Annian condescendingly accompany him to have dinner, Bi You was very curious.
To be continued...