Yang Shangchen has changed another person. In just one month, he has changed three times.

He rode his bicycle out early, and took his whole schoolbag and snacks to the opposite direction from the school. The housekeeper stood at the door, frowned, "What's wrong with the young master? I used to go out by checking out the spot."

After Yang Xiao got up, he didn't see Yang Shangchen again and again. He guessed without thinking. He took a sip of coffee and said, "I'm still young."

Yang Shangchen went to pick up Song Annian.

Song Annian was usually too cold, so he would deliberately press the brakes to scare Song Annian. Song Annian would subconsciously grab the school uniforms on both sides of his waist, and then educate Yang Shangchen seriously.

"You're speeding."

The snacks he brought were all for Song Annian. Song Annian didn't eat snacks at first, so Yang Shangchen would coax him to eat chocolate. "My father bought it from abroad, it's purely handmade. I brought it to you. There is no additive, and you can eat it."

Song Annian took Yang Shangchen's hand and took a bite, "Did you bring them all?"

"Um."

"Will your dad scold you?"

Yang Shangchen: "..."

Song Annian is relatively restrained. He is cold-hearted and has always given people a strong sense of alienation. Yang Shangchen is well-received in the class and is easily noticed every move. Tang Qi is the first person to think that something is wrong with his buddy.

"Do you hate Song Annian to this level of laughter?" Tang Qi poked Yang Shangchen with a pen and looked at Song Annian's back in a daze.

Yang Shangchen supported his chin, wondering if he should tell Tang Qi that he was dating Song Annian.

Dating Song Annian?

Like a dream.

He is in the third year of junior high school, so he already has his favorite person.

Tang Qi changed the pen tip and poked Yang Shangchen's face, "You are smiling again, what's wrong with you recently?"

"In order to avoid being discovered in the early love, we'd better keep it confidential to anyone." Yang Shangchen's mind echoed what Song Annian said to himself before.

"Nothing." Yang Shangchen said to Tang Qi.

Tang Qi did not continue to be curious because Yang Shangchen had been strangely changing this semester. He was even more June than June. At first, Tang Qi wanted to care for him as a brother, but now he just wanted to gossip him behind the scenes as a bad friend.

Things like gossip cannot be accompanied by the gossip protagonist, and must be carried out secretly behind the scenes.

Tang Qi found Zhou Shike.

"San'er! Third brother! Let me tell you something!" Tang Qi pushed open the window of Zhou Shike's classroom. Zhou was sitting by the window. The sun was quite strong. Zhou Shike covered his school uniform on his head. He heard Tang Qi shouting at the top of his lungs, pulling off his school uniform, and his face was full of impatientness.

"There is a ghost in Yang Shangchen!" Tang Qi lowered his voice excitedly.

Zhou Shike yawned and leaned against the window, his eyebrows and eyes were tired, "What's wrong with him?" He doesn't like gossip because he doesn't like gossip, so everyone who likes gossip likes to find him.

"He has been distracted recently in class, looking at the top of our class in a daze and smirking." Tang Qi was also confused. He had not yet learned his skills, and he was still in the stage of comparing who could pee far away from others.

Although Zhou Shike was not good at it, he had Zhou Shisun at home. He knew a little bit of experience. This kind of experience could be used to analyze others, but he could not analyze his own affairs.

"He likes others." Zhou Shike hit the point, pointing out the point.

Tang Qi was stunned and his whole body became a big question mark.

"No, how is that possible? He told me not long ago that he didn't like Song Annian the most," Tang Qi touched his chin with an unfathomable expression. "No, something is wrong, I have to investigate and investigate."

Zhou Shike was drowsy, and his deskmate handed over a pack of snacks, "Can you eat?" He lifted up his eyelids, reached out and grabbed half of the pack.

Tang Qi whispered, half of his body penetrated into the window, "Give me some more."

Zhou Shike pushed him out, "You are the best at eating and drinking for free."

Tang Qibe was quick, and he grabbed a few pieces and ran away.

With Zhou Shike's reminder, Tang Qi now has another thing in class, besides playing games and sleeping, which is to observe Yang Shangchen's expressions, movements and expressions, and after recording them, he summarizes and analyzes the reasons why Yang Shangchen is so abnormal recently.

He lowered his head, took out a pen from the table, wrote and painted on the paper, with a focused expression, and finally came to the conclusion: what the third brother said was right.

But Yang Shangchen didn't care what kind of crazy Tang Qi was doing.

"I'll take you home tonight." It was raining that day, and Yang Shangchen got a small electric donkey from somewhere. There was a light blue shed on it, and the rain fell in a string.

He doesn't have a driver's license or a car. He is not like Zhou Shike, who is the family's favorite. The group is almost the same. The little electric donkey also borrows the aunt from the family, which is clean and exquisite.

Song Annian held an umbrella in his hand, standing in the rain, alienated and inaccessible, and his eyebrows were surrounded by rain and mist, bringing a sense of utter coldness.

But Yang Shangchen asked him to sit on the little electric donkey.

There were still many people at the school gate. They were surprised to see Yang Shangchen, a rich second-generation riding a small electric donkey. Then, after seeing Song Annian put away his umbrella and sat in the back seat of the small electric donkey, they forgot to blink.

How can one get the first grade and the second grade countdown be together on an electric car?

There was a windshield in front, so the rain couldn't hit his face. The wind blew Yang Shangchen's coat up. He looked at the wet road ahead and kept thinking about the person sitting behind him.

Song Annian carried her schoolbag and grabbed Yang Shangchen's clothes with her fingers, maintaining a distance that would not be misunderstood.

The car was not fast, but there were sounds in wind and rain, so Yang Shangchen shouted very loudly when he spoke.

"I will study hard for one year in a row!" Yang Shangchen shouted.

"Hide behind me and don't let the rain get wet." He said again.

The phone in Song Annian's schoolbag was vibrating, which was a message sent by the driver at home.

[Young Master, aren't you really going to pick you up in the school? It's raining heavily, how do you go home?]

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The electric car stopped behind the woods not far from the Song family. Although the Song family was also in this villa area, they found a designer to redesign and renovate the place where they lived. Chinese-style houses of varying heights were like a small manor, simple and elegant, surrounded by slender bamboos, making rustling sounds in the rain.

Although Yang Shangchen had already opened as slowly and carefully as possible, Song Annian's hair and shoulders were still stained with raindrops, which were visible to the naked eye.

"I'm sorry," Yang Shangchen took out a large bag of tissues from his schoolbag and took a few pieces to wipe the water droplets on Song Annian's face. "Actually, my brother called the driver to pick me up..."

Song Annian closed his eyes while Yang Shangchen wiped, "I have a driver arranged for my family."

Yang Shangchen was stunned for a moment. He slowly pinched the tissue in his hand, holding the tissue tighter and tighter with his fingers. His gaze fell on Song Annian's slightly cold and narrow double eyelids, straight and smooth nose bridge to the tip of his nose and light pink lips.

The sound of the rain is certainly not as fast and loud as his heartbeat.

"You..." When Song Annian was about to say something, Yang Shangchen leaned over and kissed Song Annian carefully.

Song Annian's eyes suddenly widened. He showed such an expression for the first time, shyness and surprise were with him.

Yang Shangchen also had his ears red. He savored the smell of Song Annian, quietly approaching Song Annian, and leaned down again, but this time he kissed him not on the face.

He hadn't even watched the movies that his peers had watched. He was sucking with Song Annian's lips. Song Annian's lips were cold and had the smell of rain.

"I like you very much, Song Annian."

He likes Song Annian's coldness and alienation that is not moved by anyone, and likes Song Annian's occasionally pitiful and cute expressions. He likes Song Annian. Yang Shangchen thinks this must be destined, otherwise why can he see so many advantages and attractive things from Song Annian when he is just a teenager.

Song Annian's breathing was slightly chaotic and his eyelashes were moist. "I got the first exam, and you must do it too."

When they are on the rise, they can even die for each other, let alone just take the same high school, which is not worth mentioning.

But at the age of teenagers, it is just about the time when it can be said but cannot be done.

Yang Shangchen was still very nice to Song Annian, so good that the whole class was so obsessed with each other. He brought breakfast to pick him up and dropped him off after school. Anything that tasted good and fun would always think of Song Annian as soon as possible.

"You took the monthly exam last time," Song Annian carefully said, trying his best not to hurt Yang Shangchen's self-esteem, "I didn't do a good job."

Actually, he still retreated.

The comfort on Yang Shangchen's face dissipated.

Song Annian looked at Yang Shangchen in confusion, "You obviously do a good job every time I give you homework, but why can't you improve your grades?"

He was still thinking about the reasons, but Yang Shangchen no longer dared to look Song Annian in the eyes.

He couldn't learn, and he felt that he had no talent in learning, but seeing Song Annian so serious, he couldn't bear to tell Song Annian.

"Maybe, this learning method is not suitable for you," Song Annian regained his strength after thinking, "It doesn't matter, I will come up with a learning method that suits you."

Yang Shangchen forced himself to smile, and his guilt towards Song Annian was so overwhelming.

He could only find Tang Qi, and Zhou Shike would definitely scold him.

"You are not suitable." Tang Qi concluded that since he learned last week that Yang Shangchen had an early love relationship with Song Annian, the words he said the most to Yang Shangchen were these words.

"Does you have to study well to be with him?" Yang Shangchen was very discouraged. "Academic master can only fall in love with the master? Then what's the difference between this and what my mother said about my family is rich, so my brother can only find someone with rich?"

Tang Qi felt that this sentence was a bit confusing. He didn't understand, so he could only say: "But you promised Song Annian. You didn't do it, and you still lied to him."

"I will tell him, and I will tell him a while," Yang Shangchen was very serious. Tang Qi had never seen him so seriously. "I will try to give him a good life."

Tang Qi wanted to say that other people's life is already good enough. How good can it be? It's really naive.

"Then do you want to copy your homework today?" Tang Qi saw someone coming from the corridor after asking. When he saw Yang Shangchen, he clearly accelerated his pace. Tang Qi's breathing stopped and blinked at Yang Shangchen.

Yang Shangchen was still immersed in his worries, and he only focused on answering Tang Qi's questions, "What else should I do? Those questions are so difficult, who the hell will do it? Anyway, I will confess to Song Annian."

"What are you confessing?" Song Annian stood behind Yang Shangchen.

Yang Shangchen froze, completely froze.

He doesn't know how to open his eyes and tell lies, especially when facing Song Annian's puzzled eyes, he feels that he has committed a death sentence.

Song Annian didn't talk to Yang Shangchen all day long.
To be continued...