The principal and the director were getting old and could not understand the art form of young people. They just thought that the sportswear looked good. They sat together and discussed the relationship between the dinosaur and the bear.
Jin Linkun was lying beside the railing of the rostrum, quickly took out his mobile phone, and took two photos while Class 7 came over.
In the last sports meeting of high school, everyone was wearing school uniforms, with straight shoulders and full of energy.
The teenager walking in the front held a class sign, the bright sunlight slipping from his collar.
"Brother Sheng is amazing!"
When he got off the playground, the monitor couldn't hold back his excitement and patted the sports committee's shoulder with emotion: "Chase and lively, cool and sunny!"
Fits perfectly with every expectation of their selection of team leader outfits.
Although other classes came up with a lot of normal and abnormal ideas, and the group of demons danced very eye-catchingly, but when they passed the rostrum, their class was still the most enthusiastic applause.
"It's so handsome." Yao Qiang couldn't help but sigh, "Although I know those little girls are not looking at me, I still want to thank the Sports Committee for arranging for me to walk in the first row, which makes me feel the happiness of being baptized by the eyes."
The Sports Committee was addicted to happiness with him: "We seem to be the most beautiful boys in the whole three middle schools."
"The most beautiful boys in the third middle school, please excuse me." Lao He patted their shoulders and led the students to the auditorium. "This is the worksheet for the 11th holiday, take it back for the parents to sign, and hand it in tomorrow..."
After discovering a large number of false reports and concealment of vacation homework, it has become a fine tradition of No. 3 Middle School for parents to sign vacation homework sheets.
The group of people who had just recovered their spirits immediately wailed, and the other classes were not much better. Looking at the entire playground, their spirits and energy instantly shriveled by more than half.
In the sports meeting of No. 3 Middle School, there was not even an event on the first day.
There is only an unusually large opening ceremony, which can basically become a large class camping snack sharing meeting.
In this way, when the opening ceremony came to an end, there were still two teachers who almost didn't finish speaking, so they had to temporarily cut out the speeches.
"I told you, you are growing up now, don't eat this kind of nutritious snack all the time... Are spicy sticks delicious?"
Lao He wisely didn't follow the teachers' team on the rostrum. After handing out the homework list, he mingled with the students. When he found that the snacks in his hand looked delicious, he went over to teach him a few words with his hands behind his back.
"It's not delicious, it's not delicious!" Yao Qiang didn't hear the people around him calling the police, so he woke up and quickly hid the rest of the spicy sticks behind him, "Really, it's not delicious at all."
Lao He was a little disappointed and sat down beside him: "Our grades are almost ready. If everyone is fine, let's talk about homework and monthly exams tonight..."
The scores of Yu Sheng and Jin Linkun have been hanging around for a long time, even if it is the first few papers to be approved, they can almost get the scores in the past few days, but they have not yet been notified.
As soon as Lao He finished speaking, a group of students who finally relaxed a little because of the sports meeting quickly sounded the alarm.
Monitor: "No no no, Lao He, we don't really want to talk about this."
Sports Committee: "The Games are not over yet, we need a passionate and upward face to meet the test of the organization and win glory for the class."
Academic Committee: "If you can run, the monk can't run away from the temple. Comrade Jianguo, please let us live for a few more days."
Duan Lei rushed over, pinched Yao Qiang's shoulders and shook it desperately: "Here! Him! Eat! Ah!!"
Lao He got the spicy sticks, and he stopped mentally attacking his classmates with satisfaction, and walked to the front row to study why so many girls with unfamiliar faces went to their class by mistake to ask for directions.
…
Persevering until the last teacher finished reading the speech, the opening ceremony of the first day of the Games finally ended successfully.
The classmates in the playground dispersed, and the seventh class deliberately reassembled in the class, and officially selected a suitable radio exercise for the competition.
The time is tight and the task is heavy, so it’s okay to perform the familiar exercises. If you are looking for a new one, you must decide as soon as possible which one to perform and start practicing immediately.
"Military boxing? Ballroom dancing?" The sports committee flipped through the video on the phone. "This doesn't look difficult. Can you hug your waist? You have to hold hands and go around in circles."
The seventh class was silent: "..."
"Look at the ratio of males to females in our class." Their class deputy took his shoulder, "you will know the answer to your question."
The sports committee does not believe in evil: "Isn't it because there are too many boys, can't you overcome it? It just so happens that our class's literary and art committee members are leading the exercise with Brother Sheng..."
The family members of Brother Sheng wanted to wait for Brother Sheng to go home together. They didn't participate in the unproductive discussions. The two of them screened the content of radio exercises that could be seen by the window together.
Duan Lei set up a pergola and glanced over there, patted the head of the sports committee: "Look."
The Sports Committee turned his head: "What are you looking at?"
Duan Lei: "Take a look at who killed you. When we look back and hug you and cry that the sports committee can't die, remember to tell us his surname."
"… "
A group of people discussed for a long time, except for hurting each other, they could not find any valuable clues.
In the end, it was Cen Rui and the others who helped out and picked out a set of radio exercises that looked very normal and were very easy to learn.
"What's it called?" The squad leader's eyes were bright, and he wrote it down to prepare for the announcement, "The young eagle takes off? Dance of youth? The vitality of youth? The rising sun..."
Yu Sheng put down his phone: "The ninth set of radio gymnastics."
…
"It's like this." The academic committee took the monitor's shoulder and comforted him, "You think about it, the more anonymous the secret, the more likely it has unimaginable power."
Although the ninth set of radio gymnastics sounds very simple, it is indeed far beyond the other flashy sets in the normal degree of movement, the degree of difficulty of mastery and proficiency.
Although the times have been calling for two years, the students who stretch their arms and kick their legs on the playground every day can learn this set of exercises even a little faster than the original version.
The class leader believed that this kind of winning secret must not be easily spread, and led the students to move the desks, chairs and benches to the corners, close the front and rear doors, and even the windows together with the waste papers and paste them tightly, and practiced the ninth set of anonymous secrets. .
A 6x6 phalanx does not require everyone to play. After Duan Lei stepped on the foot of his classmate on the right for the fifth time, he was thrown out of the phalanx team and guarded the back door.
Jin Linkun was also sitting in the last row, writing and drawing something on the paper. When he saw a classmate who had a good relationship with the children, he raised his head and greeted him kindly.
Duan Lei sat on the edge, couldn't help but glanced at the piece of paper that Jin Linkun spread on the table, and lowered his voice and leaned over: "Mr. Jin, are you drawing?"
Jin Linkun took the eraser to remove some stray lines, and blew the end of the eraser: "Do you see it?"
"I see it, I see it."
Duan Lei has always admired him, and nodded quickly: "What is this, a crocodile? The painting is really good, but the front legs are a little short..."
Jin Linkun: "..."
Jin Linkun wiped off the Tyrannosaurus Rex that had been painted all afternoon: "Do you have any plans in a few days?"
"What's your plan?" Duan Lei was at a loss, "Just... Prepare to be beaten for the monthly test results?"
The results were announced on the last day of the Games, and the days of hard work were almost over. They have already distributed the inheritance, and whoever sacrifices heroically at that time, the others will force the inheritor to help finish the exercise book and eleven homework left behind even if they press their heads.
The substitute teacher usually doesn't ask them such questions. Duan Lei guessed that Yu Sheng has something to do: "Brother Sheng, do you want to help? We are quite busy, so just call us if we need it, and we should all be able to help..."
Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "It's okay."
The classmates in Class 7 have a good relationship. If they know the date, even if they catch up with the holidays, they will definitely celebrate Yu Sheng's birthday.
It could only be that Yu Sheng didn't want to say it.
Jin Linkun didn't speak in a hurry, chatted with him casually, put down his pen and looked up at their children doing exercises.
The boy's body is beautiful, even if he just lifts his arms casually and does two chest expansion exercises, his posture is clear and neat.
Can't hide the bright and heroic spirit.
Probably feeling a little hot, Yu Sheng took off his jacket and put it on the back of the chair.
Not to mention the little girls in the outer class, the girls in the seventh class are used to watching it. At this moment, there are several blushing and whispering, and some people sneak out their mobile phones and take several pictures.
Duan Lei sat for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Mr. Jin, are you busy these days?"
"I have something to do on the seventh." Jin Linkun thought he was going to make up the class, "what's the matter?"
"that is-"
Duan Lei felt that this was a bit inappropriate to say, and after thinking about how he saw two people sitting together at that time, he felt that he could only say this to the person in front of him: "If you're okay, can you… Accompany Brother Sheng?"
The three-year-old held the sports meeting every year before November. Duan Lei still remembered that at the sports meeting last year, Yu Sheng reported 3000 meters and 5000 meters.
At that time, it was not long after they were divided into classes, and everyone was not yet familiar with them. The sports committee did not dare to speak to the prestigious Third Lieutenant Colonel Ba Duo. It might be a little hard to run down…”
Yu Sheng didn't speak, but Lao He smiled and pressed his shoulder: "Run if you want, teacher will cheer you on."
Later Yu Sheng ran two first and second. Lao He also fulfilled his promise, standing on the edge of the playground to cheer him on, until he hit the line.
Five thousand meters was the last item, and there were only a few spectators left on the sidelines.
When Duan Lei walked back with his things, he saw Yu Sheng lying on the plastic track with his arms resting in a daze.
The old Hetou looked very serious this time, sitting next to him, pressing his shoulder, and talking to him nagging.
"I don't know why." Duan Lei touched the back of his head, "I just feel that every time Brother Sheng comes to this situation, he doesn't seem to be in a good mood."
As if waiting for someone.
That feeling is too obvious. The seventh class of the last sports meeting was almost familiar with them. When the November holiday was about to end, they pulled Yu Sheng to turn on the black. As a result, the charging cable of Yu Sheng's mobile phone was accidentally touched by someone. Automatically shut down for a few hours without power.
"It was the first time I saw him get angry."
Duan Lei still remembered the situation at the time: "It can't be called anger... He didn't scold us, and he didn't do anything, just—that was the first time I felt that I might be only so close to death."
Later, when the battery was charged, the phone was turned on again, and there was no missing news.
Yu Sheng went out and blew a gust of wind, and when he came back, he almost recovered, and brought them two cans of beer.
…
It was as if everything had passed, and as if nothing had actually happened since the beginning.
The first practice of the ninth set of broadcasting cheats was almost over. Duan Lei was taken over to help restore the desk and chair. He quickly bid farewell to Jin Linkun and joined the class diligently.
After being reminded by Duan Lei, Jin Linkun began to pay attention to Yu Sheng's cell phone consciously or unconsciously.
He could probably guess what Yu Sheng was waiting for, and he didn't intend to forcibly interfere with Yu Sheng's habit, and even helped bring a huge power bank the next day.
The weight is full, and it is said to be enough to charge the phone ten times in a row.
In the end, because Yu Sheng thought it was too heavy, he threw the phone into Jin Linkun's arms.
"Hold it for me, it's too heavy."
Yu Sheng pulled up the cuffs, took the javelin and shook it, and found a good hand to try a few times: "Actually, the view here is not the best."
Jin Linkun deliberately found an edge of the javelin field, and was curious when he heard the words: "Isn't it?"
"No." Yu Sheng held the selected javelin in his hand and went to the referee to report a number, "The rostrum works better."
"..." Jin Linkun was tortured in layers when he entered the school today, and he didn't really want to appear on the rostrum for the time being: "I think if I show up in front of your principal again, he may have to let me be responsible for the javelin ranging work."
In a semi-sports high school, boys are generally more powerful, and there may not be many who can throw discus javelins, but there are definitely not a few people who can turn these two items into murder weapons. A good refereeing job has been in danger.
Yu Sheng raised his head and glanced at the few people who were sitting on the sidelines, holding their heads and wearing helmets and shivering.
3721, Yu Sheng.
The unusually strong and unrestrained font fell on it, and I don't know how to save it, there is not even a crease.
Jin Linkun carefully flattened the bib number, pulled out the pin, and pinned it behind him: "Do you want to add some oil?"
"No." Yu Sheng turned his back to him, "be careful, don't stab me."
The children's requirements for him were really low. Jin Linkun looked at Yu Sheng who kept turning his head, and couldn't help raising his hand to hold his head, and turned him back: "I can't tie him, so you don't believe me?"
Yu Sheng laughed and said nothing.
The teenager doesn't usually laugh, but now he's wearing neat sportswear, his curved brows and eyes are reflected in the bright sunlight, and his whole body looks soft and clear.
The more his birthday approached, the more Jin Linkun couldn't help thinking about his family. His chest tightened unconsciously before he was about to rub his hair, but Yu Sheng grabbed the half-raised hand and tugged it to the side of the court.
They are still dawdling on the sidelines, the inspection has been completed there, and some people are officially bidding for guns.
Yu Sheng studied what he was thinking for two days, and finally almost guessed what was going on when Jin Linkun conjured up a power bank that could be held with two hands.
"Okay, I won't wait any longer."
He and Jin Linkun stood on the sidelines for a while, then smiled sideways: "This year is different, I'm a little busy and I don't have time to wait."
Busy studying, practicing, competing.
Busy talking to this person, studying with this person, doing a lot of stupid and inexplicable things with this person.
Busy running forward, keep running forward.
"You don't believe me so much?" Yu Sheng bumped his arm and walked forward according to the number to prepare, "I'll show you something awesome."
Jin Linkun's heart beat a little faster, and he looked up at Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng held the javelin, weighed it twice in his hand, ran forward, turned and threw the javelin violently.
The boy's eyes were clear and bright, and the strength on his shoulders was added without reservation.
The javelin drew an arc, broke through the air and inserted it straight, across the entire playground, and firmly settled on the edge of the bright red runway on the other side.
…
This year's javelin competition has attracted a lot of attention from the audience.
Yu Sheng usually wears school uniforms, either in the classroom or directly leaving the school to go home. Apart from fighting and helping the town, he doesn't have many entertainment activities. He is not a very familiar face in No. 3 Middle School.
At least it's a lot worse than the popularity of his name.
Yesterday, a lot of people had already inquired about their class. Today, more people came to ask, one after another: "Who is your team leader? Do you have WeChat?"
"Is it an art student? Do you need one-on-one tutoring? It's just a simple and pure learning relationship."
"What are your hobbies? Do you like watching movies?"
"Can you give me a call, two sausages, absolutely not going to the outside world..."
Duan Lei quickly replied to the news, and was tempted by the two sausages to swallow. He wanted to ask if Brother Sheng's phone number could be spread. When he turned around, he saw the two people who had finished Javelin came back, and sat tired again. a piece.
The boy is tall and has long legs, and it was too crowded to sit in the front row, so he sat in the last row.
The substitute teacher held Yu Sheng's shoulders and lowered his head to speak, and patiently held a few bags of potato chips to sell him the taste.
Brother Sheng was drawing something on the paper, and he was really impatient with the promotion. He opened his mouth to hold the potato chips, and then pulled the zipper of the jacket that the substitute teacher pulled down and pulled it up.
"… "
Duan Lei retracted his gaze, stuffed half a Shuanghui ham sausage into his mouth, and chewed back the message: I'm sorry, our brother Sheng has no phone, no WeChat, no hobbies, and probably doesn't need a girlfriend...