We, Xiao Lin God.

The first day of coverage was far from easy.

Lin Jian entered the school with the bright title of the top student in the midterm, and just after the roll call was called to the principal's office by the head of the grade to talk to him individually, which was nothing more than the hope that he would play an exemplary role among the freshmen, and had high hopes for his future, and asked him to prepare in advance, and three days later at the opening ceremony of the first year of the freshman class, to let him speak as the representative of the freshmen on the stage.

When I got back to the class, the book distribution session was over, and there was a stack of books neatly stacked on each table, while all the students stood up, and sure enough, they stood on the podium, being repositioned according to their height.

The girls in the front half of the classroom had already sat down, leaving half of the boys still standing. When Lin Jian entered the classroom, she was looked at a few times by Fruity, and then instructed, "Lin Jian will still sit in the same seat as before."

Lin Jian had no objection and nodded his head to go back to his seat.

Qin Le, who was still standing next to him, now looked nervous and broke down, "Don't yell at me, don't yell at me, don't yell at me--"

"Qin Le."

"...... Shit." Qin Le puts on a pain mask, "Should we be so psychic?"

"You go out first." Fruitful quickly arranged, "Xu Yang and Lin Jian are about the same height, both sit in the last row."

Lin Jian reacted with hindsight to what that meant.

As the footsteps approached, Lin Jian inclined his head and saw Xu Yang carrying her shoulder bag, and in the next moment, she sat down on her left hand side, leaning against the aisle.

Lin Jian withdrew his gaze, but inadvertently saw Zhou Yan and Gao Chongfan muttering something in the front row, and the expression on their faces when they looked down made Lin Jian frown slightly.

It was weird, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable inside.

Seat change time is fast, finally Lin Jian and Xu Yang sat at the same table, the two people in front of them remained unchanged, Qin Le heartbroken to be transferred to the window penultimate row, in his words, that is, this goodbye, and God Lin has been separated from thousands of miles of water and mountains.

Fruitful turned the multimedia device on, and on the projection screen was a schedule of classes, and she instructed everyone to take note of the routine and class times, and registered a list of the class's residents before this half-day reporting day finally came to an end.

The residential students will have to go to the school in the afternoon to arrange the dormitory, and the day students can go home directly, Lin Jian took out his cell phone to check how many stops the bus still has, next to the person who has not been talking suddenly out of the voice.

"To blatantly bring a cell phone on the first day of reporting, God Lin is truly a master of his craft."

Sliding his fingers across the screen in a slight pause, Lin Jian glanced at Xu Yang without emotion, then lowered his eyes again.

It sounded like a provocation, yet the other party's eyes sparkled with a little smile, looking like they were just joking around.

Lin Jian could tell that there was no malice in that smile, but rather a bit of clean friendliness.

Sure enough, Lin Jian didn't answer him, but the next moment Xu Yang took out his phone from his school bag and shook it at Lin Jian: "New classmate, want to exchange contact information?"

Lin Jian put his cell phone on his desk, "Enter the number yourself."

Xu Yang froze for a moment before the smirk under her eyes steeply deepened.

He took Lin Jian's cell phone, saved his own number in his address book, and returned it with a, "By the way, go through."

Lin Jian casually glanced at the screen, the bus was still three stops away from the school's entrance, he ignored Xu Yang's words and picked up his cell phone and directly exited the classroom through the back door.

It's midday in September, the sun is still hot, Lin Jian walks quickly to the bus stop and sees the bus coming, but the cell phone in his pocket starts to vibrate, it's a number he doesn't recognize.

Lin Jian waited for the bus to come to a stop, and got on and put in the coins before picking up the phone.

"Lin Jian?"

Lin Jian froze, "...... Ai Jia sis?"

"Hey, why are you running so fast?" Ai Jia seemed to be relieved and couldn't help complaining on the other side of the phone, "I just went to your class to look for you, but your classmate told me that you've already left, so what's your hurry? Luckily I asked my brother for your phone number, otherwise where would I find you?"

Lin Jian asked, "Yes?"

"On the first day of reporting, I'll take you to the cafeteria for dinner!" Ai Jia said, "I've been to the student cafeteria in the senior high school before, I'm more familiar with it, and I was thinking of giving you an amenable window to eat!"

Lin Jian laughed silently, "No, I'm going home, I'm already on the bus."

"Hmm? You what?" Ai Jia was surprised, "You went home? Don't you have a dormitory to arrange this afternoon?"

"I don't stay."

"......" There was silence on the other side of the phone for a long time, Ai Jia couldn't help but praise him, "Little nephew, you're very thoughtful then ...... "

Lin Jian said helplessly, "Let's talk about it, when we meet at school, can we not call each other that?"

"Don't worry!" Ai Jia promised with a smile, "I will always maintain God Lin's good image, and will never let you suffer in front of your classmates because of your seniority!"

Before hanging up, Lin Jian asked, "What shift are you on?"

"Class XII." Ai Jia sighed lazily, "Special students are different from you schoolboys, there's nothing we can do, we schoolboys have to hug it out."

The eleventh and twelfth classes are two classes of special students, the eleventh class is mainly physical special, which is often referred to as "sports class", the twelfth class is mostly art students, the remaining small part is through the relationship into the school's "sponsored students".

So how come his new classmate, who was rumored to have a "complicated background," was allowed to go straight to the top of the first class?

When Lin Jian hung up, he saw a small red dot in the corner of WeChat, clicked on it, and saw a friend request from ten minutes ago, with the message "new classmate".

It's then that he remembers what Xu Yang meant by that last phrase, "pass it through."

Ghostly, he passed the other party's verification request.

The line of sight slid down, and the next moment, it stopped on the top chat dialog box.

A handwritten cursive "Shen" is Shen Ke's WeChat.

Shen Ke usually use two numbers, one public and one private, do not bother each other, Lin Jian into the address book is Shen Ke's private number, this WeChat is also last night after entering the number, the system through the address book to find recommended.

He tentatively sent in his application, not realizing that Shen Ke, who had gone to his room early, was still awake, and within moments, he was approved.

However, between last night and now, the two have had empty, contentless dialog boxes.

Lin Jian looked at the other party's avatar and shook his head, his fingers somewhat uncontrollably tapping down a few words.

[LJ: I'm home, on the bus.]

The second after he pressed the send button, Lin Jian couldn't help but let out a "tsk" sound, thinking what kind of madness had he been in these two days, why would he make such a nutritious greeting for no reason at all?

He just wanted to press "withdraw", but found that the top of the chat box shows "the other party is typing", and his finger abruptly stopped.

Shen Ke replied surprisingly quickly.

[Shen: Auntie made lunch.]

Lin Jian: "......"

Then what? Is Chairman Shen's usual style of Internet chatting so snake-like?

Lin Jian pursed up the corners of his lips, typed ...... not yet finished, and found that the top became "the other party is typing" again.

"......"

Lin Jian et al.

In the time that followed, Shen Ke's message after message numbed his hand on the phone.

[Shen: Take a break from eating.]

[Shen: Is there anything else you need to prepare for the start of school tomorrow?]

[Shen: What's missing you can go to the mall this afternoon.]

[Shen: Or let me know and I'll arrange for an assistant to deliver it to you.]

[Shen: Oh yeah, the report went well?]

Lin Jian: "......"

Lin Jian is out of temper.

It was a long time before he replied with a complicated look.

[LJ: This chatting style of yours is a bit of a departure from the usual.]

[Shen:?

[LJ: ...... Normally you don't talk this much.]

After a few seconds, Shen Ke sent a--

[Shen: Uh, any more?

Lin Jian is in the middle of typing - Shen Ke sends another message.

[Shen: Together.]

"......" Lin Jian took a deep breath and finished typing the previous sentence with a wooden face.

[LJ: And never say half a word.]

This time, Shen Ke's silence over there was a bit long, and even though the bus was about to arrive at the bus stop, the message "The other party is typing" at the top of the dialog box didn't appear.

Lin Jian pursed the corners of his lips, pondering whether there was something wrong with his tone just now, and was just thinking about it when the other party finally sent a message.

Lin Jian lowered his eyes and they widened slightly.

Shen Ke is actually sending a voice.

Lin Jian's finger hovered over the voice for a moment, then tapped it before bringing the phone to his ear.

The next second, Shen Ke's voice rang low in his ears, not high pitched, with a little sporadic laughter in his voice.

"It's probably because it's the first time I've used WeChat to chat with kids, and it's a bit of a novelty." After the network transmission, Shen Ke's voice and the reality compared to slightly mute, but also but more a trace of magnetic granularity, "After all, I and other people private chat like this opportunity is not much, so ...... may be a little unskilled."

"Xiao Lin God." Shen Ke snarks at him in his voice, still smiling, "Or maybe you could give me a refresher course on your teenage socializing style online?"

After the voice had finished playing, Lin Jian still maintained the posture of holding up her cell phone and froze for two seconds before putting it down, the corners of her mouth lifting up a little uncontrollably, suppressing the smile on the edge of her mouth as she typed a reply to him.

[LJ: Just remember one thing.]

[Shen: What?

[LJ: Socialize online and grow up.]

A few moments later, Lin Jian got Shen Ke's reply, a simple two words, the style is very different from just now, and it really has a strong mature workplace atmosphere.

[Shen: Copy that.]

Lin Jian finally couldn't hold back and rested the corner of her forehead against the car window, spitting at him in a low voice to herself before she inclined her head and burst out laughing.

"Childish."

*

On Wednesday morning, after a three-day adjustment period to the start of the school year, the first school held its commencement ceremony for this session.

In the school auditorium, the three grades were seated according to the division area, Lin Jian stood behind the podium in the uniform uniform of the first middle school, waiting for the principal's speech and the senior representative's speech to finish, and then he was about to speak on behalf of the freshmen.

Time was ticking away, and after the lengthy speeches, it was finally Lin Jian's turn to take the stage.

Lin Jian stepped from behind the curtain to the speaker's table without a speech in his hand, casually adjusting the height of the desktop microphone before speaking, and just then a shout was heard coming from the sophomore area--

"God Lin, smile!"

Lin Jian on the stage and behind the school leaders, as well as the teachers and students seated on the floor froze, and then a burst of laughter came from the venue, due to the close proximity, Lin Jian even heard behind the speaker's table at the leadership table, the principal who had just finished his speech said with a smile, "Good, the new semester is very energetic!

Lin Jian tossed his eyes over the venue, a very faint smile spilling out from the bottom of his eyes.

The school spirit of No. 1 Middle School has always been serious and lively, so this kind of small incident is only regarded as enlivening the atmosphere of the scene, and no one will look into it or worry about it. When Lin Jian spoke, the venue returned to its usual quiet atmosphere, with only the boy's clear voice through the speakers, reaching every corner of the auditorium.

At the end of his speech, Lin Jian bowed amidst the endless applause, walked off the stage from the side and went straight back to his seat in the class.

As soon as he sat down, Gao Chongfan, who was next to him, inclined his head and came closer, saying excitedly, "God Lin, off script?"

Lin Jian gave a soft "hmm".

"Holy shit you can really memorize it, such a long speech!" Qin Le couldn't help but wonder, "That's not right, I remember when you were in the annexed middle school, you hated memorizing texts, how did you transition to high school?"

"It's not like, it's not memorized." Lin Jian looked ahead and answered both questions in one sentence, "So it's not memorized."

Qin Le immediately wore a look that said, "Don't insult my clear-cut stupidity.

Lin Jian hooked the corner of his mouth and didn't say anything.

The opening ceremony took up the first two classes in the morning, after which everyone went back to their respective classes to continue their lessons, which happened to be a slightly noisy classroom during the second recess period.

The weather in early September was still a bit hot, Lin Jian returned to his seat, took off his school blazer and hung it on the back of the chair, and just as he unbuttoned the first button of his white shirt, Zhou Yan turned around with his cell phone in his hand, and with one side of his eyes and ears, he showed the screen of his cell phone to Lin Jian: "Me Lin! You're on the school forum again!"

Lin Jian swept his eyes downward just in time to see a picture of himself on the front page of the post - a picture of himself just standing in front of the speaker's table.

"Tsk tsk tsk ...... " Gao Chongfan couldn't help but come over and smack his lips repeatedly, "Look, look! The ceremony just ended ten minutes ago, this is already several hundred floors, is this the stacking buff of the school bully and the school grass?"

In the next English class, the class president and the English representative were handing out the question cards for the class quiz, and when they were handed out, Yan Ning coughed softly and schematically.

"Hey? What's the matter, class president, your throat doesn't feel good?" Zhou Yan held his cell phone in one hand and felt in his desk pocket with the other, "I happen to have some Fatty Sai Hai tablets with me, do you want them?"

Yan Ning winked, placed the question card on a corner of the table, and shushed two words.

"Burn? Burn what ......" Zhou Yan completely failed to comprehend the intent, and at that moment, a hand reached out from behind him diagonally, his index finger curved, the knuckle tapping twice on his cell phone screen, "Yan Ning said ' Cell phone'."

Zhou Yan looked flabbergasted, turned around with hindsight, and revealed a rueful smile, "Huang sir......"

English teacher Huang Wensheng, known as Huang sir in the First Middle School, has a special skill in addition to his excellent business ability -

It is said that as long as he has taught the class, the frequency of confiscation of cell phones far more than the class teacher, so there is a middle school "captain" reputation.

The surrounding students stifled their laughter as they watched Zhou Yan hand over his cell phone with a grimace. Captain Huang stuffed the cell phone into his lesson plan folder and said, "Ask your homeroom teacher to collect it after class." After a pause, he asked Lin Jian, "Is Xu Yang not here today? "

Lin Jian thought for a moment and replied, "I'm not sure, I haven't seen it."

Huang sir's brow frowned at once, finally sighed and said nothing.

When the bell rang, Lin Jian took her eyes from the empty seat next to her, took out her English textbook and got ready for class.

The seat next to it remained empty until the end of the last class of the morning.

At lunchtime, Lin Jian bypassed the throngs of people heading to the cafeteria and headed out on his own.

Lin Jian bought a bento from one of the convenience stores in front of the First Middle School, and then followed the path around to the back of the school.

Behind the first middle school is a large residential buildings, and in this residential area, there is actually a very small park, the park is planted with patches of Tengxiang acacia, secluded, quiet, especially at lunchtime, almost no one to come.

Lin Jian walks over to a bench and sits down with a bento heated up at a convenience store.

Three days into the school year, this little park was his newfound secret base of sorts, and every day at noon he would come over by himself to eat his lunch while lying on a bench for a while, even if it was just a peaceful twenty-minute nap, it would be enough time to deal with most of the next day's schoolwork.

During dinner Lin Jian habitually took out his cell phone and turned it on without browsing the financial news, but after a moment's hesitation, he logged on to the school forum of the first middle school.

The morning's commencement post has been bumped to the top of the list, with a red "HOT" logo floating in the background.

Lin Jian clicked in, didn't read the follow-up posts, directly saved that photo of the main floor to his cell phone, while exiting the forum and tapping on WeChat.

Fingers hanging on the screen, hesitating for no more than three seconds, Lin Jian clicked into the dialog box with Shen Ke, and with a deep breath, sent the photo.

Shen Ke hasn't seen me in my new high school uniform.

--he gave himself such a seemingly very reasonable excuse.

After sending the message successfully, Lin Jian put the phone aside and started to eat his lunch, as if whether the other party replied or not, when they would reply, and what they replied to, instead, were not that important.

Just like Shen Ke, for Lin Jian, he seems to be a shadowy presence that does not often appear in his daily life, but that's okay, as long as Lin Jian knows that he is there and can find a way to build a connection with the other person, that's enough.

It's reassuring enough.

After about ten minutes, Lin Jian finished his lunch and wiped the corners of his mouth with the paper napkin from the set, when the cell phone placed aside suddenly vibrated.

Lin Jian froze, then put down the empty lunch box, picked up his cell phone and pressed the light.

[Shen: Commencement ceremony, new student representative's speech?]

Lin Jian replied with his eyes downcast.

[LJ: Uh-huh.

[Shen: No speech, again on the spot?]

Lin Jian stared at this reply for five seconds, and then suddenly the corners of his mouth curved a little, and just as he was about to type, the other party sent over another one.

[Shen: The new uniform of No. 1 Middle School is nice, and our Xiao Lin God is very handsome.]

We are, Xiao Lin God.

Lin Jian: "......"

In the quiet park in the afternoon, the sunlight drifted down through the gaps in the leaves overhead, falling on the cell phone screen, converging into a bright halo of varying shapes.

The clear and elegant teenager wearing black clothes and white pants sat on the bench, staring at the cell phone screen in his hand with downcast eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly tensed, and his breath became clear and frozen in this moment.

After a long time, Lin Jian put away his cell phone and got up from the bench, lifting his hand to rub his burning ear while he went to turn to the side of the garbage can and threw the empty lunch box in.

As he rose, the corners of his exquisitely pretty lips finally lifted as an afterthought.