"You didn't wake up when you went to make this thing?" Yan Hang looked at his father, "Yan Jidao? How can I use this? Why don't you write the Northern Song Dynasty on your birthday? Or you might as well print two more words on it."

"What word?" My father asked while eating with interest.

"Fake certificate." Yan Hang said.

My dad finished his last bite of noodles while laughing, leaned on the sofa and smiled for a while: "Let's be the prince, after all, I've been to elementary school..."

"Let me take a look at yours." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

"What's mine?" asked my dad.

"Your ID card is made twice every time, and yours will definitely be done," Yan Hang put down his cell phone and walked to him, "Take it out and I'll take a look."

"Hey!" Dad sighed and took out his own picture from his pocket.

Yan Hang saw the name above at a glance.

Yan Shu.

He couldn't help but curse: "Shameless."

"What's wrong? Don't let it be used?" My dad picked up the remote control and changed the table, put his legs on the coffee table.

"I want to change with you, Yan Shu will be nicer," said Yan Hang, "Your name is Yan Jidao."

"No, I can't change it." Dad shook his head.

"Why!" Yan Hang said.

"Yan Shu is Yan Jidao's father!" The father glanced at him, "Illiterate!"

"...No, you still follow the historical facts when you get a fake certificate?" Yan Hang was speechless. He stood for a while and didn't know what to say. He sat back in the chair and was stunned for a while and asked again, "Yan Shu is really Yan Jidao's father?"

"Yes, I'll tell you?" said my dad.

"Okay." Yan Hang nodded.

"Yan Jidao is Yan Shu's seventh son," the father said with a serious look on his face, "Seven children, do you know?"

"Ah." Yan Hang looked at him.

"He has six other children. The eldest is called Yan Yidao, the second is called Yan Liangdao, and the third is called Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan Si, Wu and Liudao..."

Yan Hang opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

"Later, I became confused and couldn't remember what time it was," my father slapped his legs, "I called Yan Jidao, did you remember?"

Yan Hang nodded: "I almost believed it."

"Okay, get out of class is over." Dad waved his hand.

Yan Hang stretched his waist and stood up: "I'll go lie down for a while."

"Go," said my dad, "if you can't sleep, get up and chat with me."

"No, you'll sleep with you." Yan Hang went into the toilet.

My father looked a little tired and should have not been asleep these two days. For Yan Hang, sleep is a very precious thing.

He runs at night every day, one is that he likes running, and the other is that he can sleep when he is tired of running.

However, due to the wrong route selection today, I came back after not long after running, so I was completely sleepy when I lay in bed.

My dad had already gone back to his house to sleep. Yan Hang envied his dad for this. He could sleep when he said he could wake up when he said he could wake up.

After lying until his back was numb, he turned over, picked up his phone and took a look. It was three o'clock.

It's better to take medicine.

Yan Hang turned over again, touched the small table at the top of the table, touched it twice and withdrew his hand.

Forget it and work harder.

My dad had been worried before: "You should control your medicine and don't always take it, otherwise you will have one less option to commit suicide in the future."

Yan Hang closed his eyes and smiled for a while.

In the first year of junior high school, he held his chin. Although the teacher kept knocking on the blackboard to give lectures, his eyes never moved. He had half a class time on a tree outside the window.

The teacher doesn't care about him. He doesn't sleep, talk, move, and doesn't affect other students. He is just in a daze and the teacher may not be able to see him.

Especially now the English teacher standing on the podium cannot even call his name.

Thinking of English, Junior High School took his eyes back from the tree for a few seconds, looked at the blackboard, and the strings of English made him dizzy.

However, it doesn't look as high-end as Yan Hang's circle of friends.

Maybe it's because I don't know more words.

This is the last class and the get out of class is over in a few minutes.

Today he planned to stand at the door of the teacher's office for a while, and wait for Li Zihao and the others to leave before going home.

Yan Hang is so powerful that they probably can't cause trouble for Yan Hang. Usually, they are asking for trouble for him at this time.

Junior High School leaned back to the back of the chair and wanted to organize the books in the drawer first. As soon as he touched the chair, he felt a stinging pain. He was startled and straightened his back suddenly.

A few low laughs came from behind.

It should be a thumbtack. He is still very experienced in this kind of thing. He didn't look back in the first year of junior high school, nor did he touch the chair or his back, but just lay on the table.

There can't be any reaction at this time, and any reaction that can attract their attention will keep things going.

It would be best if you can be invisible.

He told the tree hole that he had not gained this ability for many years.

The bell rang, and the people in the classroom quickly got up and rushed towards the door. They were hungry now, and most people were in a hurry to go home or eat at the door.

A few people patted him on the head when they passed by him. Junior High School ignored him, took the things on the table into the drawer, and then stood up.

It was only then that he glanced at the backrest of the chair.

Sure enough, a thumbtack was stuck there with tape.

Chu Yi picked up the thumbtack and pressed it on the iron pipe of the chair. After bent the nail, he threw it into the drawer.

When I left the classroom and wanted to walk to the teacher's office, the road was blocked.

"Where is your boss?" Li Zihao asked.

Chu Yi didn't say anything or look at him, and turned around and wanted to walk back.

"Has your boss come to escort you?" Li Zihao's good buddy blocked his way back.

He sighed and stood still.

"Let's go home together." Li Zihao pushed him to the school gate.

Although they were not very willing to do it in the first year of junior high school, they were still taken to the school gate by them.

He didn't care much about what would happen next, but today he planned to go to the stationery store to check it out and wanted to buy a laptop.

It seems that there is no chance.

"Aren't you quite arrogant?" Li Zihao pushed him after leaving the school gate.

In Chuyi, I thought I was not arrogant. When did I become arrogant? Isn’t it that Yan Hang is very arrogant? Li Zihao is indeed not a boss, and he even has the wrong goal.

Li Zihao put his arm on his shoulder: "Didn't your boss say you want to cover..."

Before this sentence was finished, it was interrupted by a whistle coming from the front.

This clear whistle was very familiar. Except for Yan Hang, Chuyi had never heard anyone around him blow the whistle so clean.

Li Zihao was probably similar to him, and stopped at the same time when he heard the whistle.

Junior High School looked forward and saw someone sitting on the railings of the sidewalk.

Sport pants, mask, elbows on your legs, and you are looking here with your head tilted, and the cell phone in your hand is facing here.

"Fuck." Li Zihao briefly expressed his depression in one word.

The first day of Chu was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether Yan Hang appeared here to "cover him" or just to shoot a video or broadcast it live.

After all, he had almost no experience of being "rescued".

It was just like this that he was stalemate until Yan Hang put his phone back in his pocket and gently turned his head at him. He lowered his head and walked over quickly.

Yan Hang jumped off the railing, said nothing, turned around and walked forward.

Chuyi lowered his head and followed him.

When Yan Hang walked to the intersection, he was wondering whether to take Chuyi to the noodle restaurant he had visited with his father that day to have something to eat. Chuyi spoke behind him: "This, here."

"Hmm?" Yan Hang looked back at him.

"I'll go, here," Chu Yi pointed to the right, opposite to his return home, "Thank you."

Those little bastards were still following far away, so Yan Hang was a little unaware of what Chu Yi said. He pointed at himself: "You go over there, where are me?"

"Go back, home." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang stared at him and said a few seconds later: "Believe it or not, I'll beat you now?"
To be continued...