Chapter 1: secretly

In the hot sun, cicadas rang out.
A classroom on the second floor of Rising Sun Middle School.
Chen Mingxu stood on the podium, holding a teaching triangle to teach. The coat was mostly wet with sweat.
The air was hot as if it were going to bubble. The fan on the ceiling was working and making a loud noise. At this high temperature, the wind coming out seems to be hot.
The students below were also drowsy.
He couldn't help feeling a little irritable.
"Look at the blackboard." Chen Mingxu frowned slightly when she noticed the girl sitting in the third row. The ruler tapped the blackboard harder, "Hear nothing! Look at the blackboard!"
Several students who were about to fall asleep soberly, opened their eyes wide, and forced themselves to look at the blackboard.
As if the girl didn't hear it, she still lowered her head and scribbled on the paper with a pencil. She has a beautiful and harmless face, because she is still young, a little young, and even more lovely.
Sitting upright, with a calm and gentle temperament, he looks like the teacher's favorite obedient student.
Putting off the act of treating the teacher on the podium as air.
Chen Mingxu's brow frowned deeper, and he continued to mutter:
Angle one equals angle two, and angle three equals 108 degrees—

Seeing that the topic was almost finished, she had no signs of looking up. Chen Mingxu endured the anger for a long time and got on his head instantly, and patted the triangle ruler on the table.
The plastic ruler hit the wooden table, making a loud noise.
The voice scared the class and shrank at the same time, and the subsequent roar made the atmosphere stiffer.
"Childish!"
The named Sang Zhi looked up and looked at Chen Mingxu for two seconds. Then he lowered his pen and stood up consciously.
Chen Mingxu pressed his temper, "What did I just say?"
Sang Zhi looked at the picture on the blackboard with a calm expression: "Angle four equals 72 degrees."
Accustomed to the appearance of being a good student at all times, Chen Mingxu was not cheated again this time, and she patted the desktop with a ruler, sneer: "I haven't said that yet!"
"..."
Sang Zhi started to feel a little tricky: "Then you called me up ..."
Chen Mingxu asked: "What do you say I got you up?"
Sangzhi thought for a few seconds, guessing, "Will you?"
Chen Mingxu: "..."
Sangzhi: "Well, get me up, do you want me to teach you?"
Chen Mingxu: "?"
"I see." Sangzhi knew, looking at the blackboard, "because angle one is equal to angle two, so AB is parallel to cD, the two lines are parallel, and they are complementary to the inner angle of the side—"
Chen Mingxu couldn't bear it: "You are so good, shouldn't you be my teacher?"
Interrupted by him, Sanzi's expression grew blank, his lips opened, and hesitantly said a few seconds later, "But I can't grab your job."
"..."
The scene was quiet for a few seconds, and the class laughed.
Chen Mingxu was furious: "Don't be noisy! Please be quiet!"
The half-old children still smiled, the classroom became as noisy as the vegetable market, and a few teenagers in the back row laughed and coaxed-
"Teacher, I think it's okay! Let Sanzhi take our class!"
"Isn't it okay not to do my homework."
"Can I just stay out of school!"
Chen Mingxu shouted: "Shut up!"
"Sangzhi." Chen Mingxu looked at Sangzhi again, his breathing increased, and she wanted to prevent herself from becoming too morbid. In the end, she was still angry and growled, "Call your parents tomorrow !!!"
The bell rings after class.
Chen Mingxu was stern, and left the classroom without looking back.
It happened to be the last class. Most students packed up in advance and left.
"Why are you provoking Chen bald again?" A friend Yin Zhen rushed to her place as soon as a bell rang. "Do you like to ask parents if you don't know if he is fine? Only halfway this month, your mother has come twice . "
Sang Zhi shoved the book on the desk into a schoolbag and zipped it tightly: "I don't know where I mess with him."
Yin Zhenru's eyes widened: "Don't you know?"
Sanji looked irritable and muttered, "Did I answer?"
"Isn't your answer deliberately looking for a cricket?" Yin Zhenru laughed. "What's the matter, I can't grab your rice bowl. Don't talk about him, I want to cricket you too."
Sang Zhi murmured: "You are just as unreasonable as him."
"Well, tell the truth." Yin Zhenru said, "Why don't you listen to the class? And you still get caught."
"Don't you think bald talking like hypnosis?" Sang Zhi yawned on his backpack and said, "If I listen carefully and don't do anything, I will definitely fall asleep."
"..."
It makes sense.
What else did Yin Zhenru think about? Yu Guang noticed a few boys standing at the school gate. She turned sharply and mentioned another thing: "Yes, can you go to the bookstore?"
Sang Zhi glanced at her: "What are you doing?"
Yin Zhenru explained: "Fu Zheng made an appointment with you, and there are a few men in class six. Let's go together."
Sang Zhi asked again, "What are you doing?"
"Say yes," Yin Zhenru thought for a while, "buy the queen?"
"..."
What is Queen Xiong?
Sang Zhi was silent for a few seconds: "Queen Xiong?"
Yin Zhenru: "Yes, yes, can't I go?"
Mulberry: "Don't go."
"Why?" Yin Zhenru bumped her shoulder lightly, and said vaguely, "Fu Zhengchu is pretty handsome."
The two left the classroom side by side.
Hearing this, Sanzi looked a little indescribable: "Go to the hospital and see your eyes."
Yin Zhenru was not convinced: "What's wrong with my eyes? It's not just me who thinks he looks handsome! Many people think."
Sang Zhi nodded and suggested again: "Then you can go together as a group."
"..."
After that, Sang Zhi took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag. Opening the SMS editing window, she hesitated and sent a text message to Sang Yan: [Brother, you haven't been home for a long time. When will you come home? Can you come back tomorrow? I miss you so much tAt]
Yin Zhenru didn't pay attention to her actions, and was disappointed, "Don't you go?"
"Don't go."
"They're all waiting at the school gate ..."
"If you want to go," Sang Zhi said absently, "I'm not in the mood today."
Yin Zhenru: "Ah, is it because of the parents? So what are you going to do? Otherwise, instead of calling your father this time?"
Sang Zhi shook her head: "They will not come."
"Ah? Why?"
Sang Zhi was still staring at the phone, waiting for Sang Yan's reply: "I don't tell them."
Yin Zhenru reminded her: "But if your parents don't come, Chen Bald will call them."
"It's all right."
The following sentence, "I call my brother," has not yet said.
The text message just came in.
Sang Yan: [? 】
Sang Yan: [No. 】
"..."
To the school gate.
Yin Zhenru said goodbye to her, and then walked in front of the group of Fu Zhengchu.
Fu Zhengchu's expression faded, staring at Sang Zhi's back, and knowingly asking, "Sang Zhi will not go?"
Yin Zhenru nodded: "She was scolded by the teacher and she was in a bad mood."
Fu Zhengchu's eyebrows jumped: "Are they called parents again?"
Yin Zhenru: "Yes."
"..."
This time he almost caught up with him.
Where to let his bad boy face! !! !! !! !!
Fu Zhengchu settled in place for two seconds, suddenly lifted his feet and walked in the direction of the school.
Another boy Liu Weiqi called out to him quickly: "Hey! Why are you going! Don't you want to buy a queen?"
Hearing this, Fu Zhengchu stepped back and slammed Liu Weiqi's mind: "I told you to read more books."
Liu Weiqi held his head conditionedly: "?"
"It's the Queen, silly."
"..."
the other side.
Sang Zhi continued to send text messages to Sang Yan-scolded him for being ruthless and ruthless, completely disregarding his thirteen-year-old sister who has no ability to take care of herself now, abandoning her in order to go to college and let her survive.
Wait for a while.
Sang Yan did not reply to her.
Waited for a while.
The heartless Sang Yan still did not reply to her.
Sang Zhi was completely dead, took the bus home and began to consider how to explain to his parents for the third time this month to ask parents after arriving home.
So what should I say?
It was said that because he was too good, he was jealous of the teacher, so he was invited to a parent;
Or maybe his words in class caused misunderstanding of the teacher and gave him a sense of crisis in his career;
Or maybe it's too hot, the teacher is too busy, and I want to invite parents to have tea ...
Sanchi scratched his head irritably.
It doesn't seem to work.
I looked up and found that I had arrived.
Sang Zhi got out of the car and walked towards the house in a painful manner.
After entering the house and seeing the familiar environment, the child's scalp became numb and even felt inexplicable.
Just then, the mother Li Ping's voice came from the kitchen: "Is only coming back?"
Just a childish nickname.
Sang Zhi responded slowly, taking off her shoes slowly. Because of this mood, I didn't notice that there were more sneakers on the shoe rack than I had ever seen before.
Liping called her again: "Just, come here. Help your mother."
Sang Zhi was still thinking about how to be frank, and said vaguely, "What."
"Help mom take this plate of fruit to your brother's room." Li Ping came out of the kitchen and said, "Your brother is back—"
"Huh ... huh?" Sang Chi suddenly regained his spirit, and his pitch improved a bit. "Brother is back?"
"Yeah."
This unexpected development made Sangzhi unbelievable.
The overwhelming surprise burst out in a flash. The cold and ruthless annoying fine Sang Yan, at this moment, in the childish heart, it becomes the perfect brother image that is cold and hot outside.
Li Ping was still talking: "Be careful when you go in, your brother brought a--"
"Okay!" Impatient and listened, Sang Zhi took the fruit and ran to Sang Yan's room. "I see! I'll send it to him right away!"
Li Ping's hands were empty, looking at Sang Zhi's particularly enthusiastic back today, wondering: "What's going on with this child today ..."
Thinking of not being reprimanded by his parents, Sang Zhiqing couldn't help bending his lips and pushing the door of Sang Yan's room hard.
The room was spacious and bright, with a lot of sunlight coming in.
His nose was instantly filled with a warm scent. In a moment, the strong smell of tobacco slammed into his face, and his nose was a little nasty, and Cang could not help coughing.
She wrinkled her face and swept the room.
In the weak spot, the thin man nestled on the sofa near the computer desk and looked down at the mobile phone. He turned his back to the light, his appearance obscure. Laying on the side of the sofa with one hand, the long fingers sandwiched a cigarette, and the scarlet light was burning.
The body is a bit similar to Sang Yan.
Unexpectedly strange.
Sangzhi's footsteps stopped, he blinked hesitantly, the word "brother" in his mouth had not yet been called out.
The man looked up.
She also saw him at this moment, holding her breath inexplicably.
The man's expression was weak, his facial features were sharp and clear, his face had a subtle smile on his face, and he looked gentle but difficult to approach.
Slightly raised peach eyes, light brown pupils. Eyebrows narrowed, with a hint of hooking.
It's completely different from her brother's dark black eyes.
I thought I would meet her brother, but I saw someone I did n’t know, and her brother was still missing.
For a while, Sanzhi's brain was short-circuited and he didn't know what to do.
The scene seemed to stand still.
They both stayed where they were, with no extra movement.
Not long after.
The man lowered his eyes again, extinguished the smoke slowly, and looked lazy. He didn't seem to have the desire to speak, he stood up and opened the window to ventilate.
Watching his move, Sanzhi shouted at a loss.
"……brother?"
Hearing this title, the man moved and raised an eyebrow. He stared at Sangzhi, and went straight, Peach Blossom eyes had a gentle color, and a little more fun. Then he bent his lips and responded in a tune.
"Ok?"
"..."
The response seemed to be a thunderbolt on Sanji's head.
Those uncertain things were clearly traced by her brain-buying thoughts at this instant.
Brother I haven't seen in months.
When I see you again, it will look like this.
She couldn't believe it. It seemed to be petrified, and it took a long time to come up with a word: "You, you ..."
Pause for a few seconds.
Sangzhi swallowed hard and finished her words carefully: "Are you plastic surgery?"
"..."