The Games lasted for three days with vigour and vigour.
The Javelin match was over on the first day, Yu Sheng was looking through tomato-flavored potato chips in Jin Linkun's schoolbag, and was rushing to work and came over to ask someone for help.
Suddenly I don't know why they were invited to eat sausages by their English substitute teacher. Duan Lei chewed it with relish, and raised his head when he heard the words: "Isn't the program full?"
"Don't mention it." The monitor pressed his forehead, "In order to protect the students' viewing and participating experience, the school kindly prohibits the national second-level athletes and above from participating in this competition, and unilaterally abuses innocent students."
The sports committee just finished the 5,000-meter run, and happily took the first one back and interjected: "When did it happen?"
Monitor: "Just now, when you ran the second lap of the 5,000-meter set."
Sports Committee: "… "
There are a lot of national athletes from the second level and above, participating in the competition is to ruthlessly hurt the young minds of innocent ordinary students. After Qi Qi had beaten the others for two laps, he actually ran backwards while encouraging the second place: "Come on, lift your legs, you can do it!"
This arrogant attitude directly caused the second place to run out of breath, and it has not recovered until now.
The sports committee was heartbroken for a while: "In this case, I don't have the right to fight for honor for the class?"
"Not necessarily." The squad leader patted him on the shoulder, "Did you cross the hurdle?"
Sports Committee: "No, I will only hug the ground after knocking down the bar."
The squad leader nodded and filled him with confidence in the hurdle vacancy: "Okay, now you have the right to win honor for the class again."
…
After a circle of statistics, the three thousand meters still fell on Yu Sheng, who had nothing to do.
"It's almost enough, we have enough classes."
The squad leader was afraid that Yu Sheng would still sprint the whole way like last year, and promised in advance: "Brother Sheng, you should take a walk, or come back after a walk."
Yu Sheng nodded: "Okay."
Very happy to promise.
During the actual game, the squad leader sat on the sidelines and looked at Yu Sheng, who had passed the second half of the lap amid the enthusiastic cheers of squad 7, and chatted with Duan Lei on the side: "Is what Brother Sheng just said true?"
"Yes, but you have to see who will accompany you."
Duan Lei held the grilled sausage in his mouth and pointed him to the lighthouse ahead: "I heard by chance just now that Mr. Jin said to compare with Brother Sheng once to see who can run faster."
To be honest, he didn't understand Jin Linkun's operation very well.
After all, the monitor of the next class just finished 800 meters jogging with his girlfriend, and he was still gently coaxing her not to force her, but to try her best.
As soon as he turned his head, two gusts of wind blew out behind him.
The other contestants who were temporarily arrested and sent to make up the numbers were infected by this atmosphere, and they could only grit their teeth and run forward. After a while, they lost their confidence and motivation to chase, and supported each other to slow down.
…
"Look." The director of the education department selectively ignored the little brat and the brat in front, and pulled the principal with relief, "Everyone has become more united."
The people in the back didn't know how far they were thrown away, so Yu Sheng strung a grid to the side, letting Jin Linkun, who was running in the inner circle of the lawn, sneak into the track.
He knew what Jin Linkun was doing, and he thought about saying no, but after thinking about it, it was actually unnecessary.
After all, running is good for exercising cardiorespiratory strength.
And the feeling of being side by side when running like this is really much better than usual.
That feeling of not having to worry about anything, just sprinting forward in one breath.
The air after the rain is a little cooler than usual, the temperature is neither cold nor hot, and there is a whistling wind when running.
Lying on the runway last year, Lao He sat beside him and pressed his shoulder: "There are not good enough people in this world, and some things are not happy enough. There are many hurdles that you think you will never be able to overcome. , it stopped you, held you, and made you hurt."
The head teacher, who usually does not have a righteous attitude, lowered his head and smiled patiently at him: "Teacher promises that it will not stop you forever."
I don't know why, Yu Sheng was running, and suddenly remembered the kiss in the movie theater.
Jin Linkun's hand came over quietly and placed the armrest between his ribs for him.
A standard playground of 3,000 meters, 400 meters a circle, seven and a half circles.
Yu Sheng stepped on the line earlier than Jin Linkun, took a few steps to let himself into the grass, and gasped on his knees.
The boy in charge of scoring hurriedly pressed the stopwatch, reporting his score, and stopped Jin Linkun who was about to leave after crossing the line: "Classmate, wait a minute, we want to record the score, which class are you from..."
"It's not from any class." Jin Linkun also panted, wiped his sweat and smiled at him, then pointed at Yu Sheng, "I'm the family of that little classmate."
The boy in charge of scoring: "… "
After running, he couldn't stop immediately, so Jin Linkun took Yu Sheng's arm and walked forward for half a circle.
"No need." Yu Sheng was so tired from the sprint, but recovered early, "I'm not tired at all."
Jin Linkun patted him on the arm: "Let's walk again and have a little understanding of the mood of the other students. They haven't crossed the line yet."
Hearing Jin Linkun asking him to "experience the mood of other classmates", Yu Sheng turned his head to the side, almost wanting to record this sentence as an early morning alarm for innocent summer camp classmates.
It must be the fastest and most effective way to ignite the anger of the classmates and start an extremely efficient day.
The two didn't need to talk. Jin Linkun guessed what her boyfriend was thinking, and raised the corner of her lips with a light cough: "People always have to improve... Are you really tired?"
At the moment, his breathing and heartbeat are still a little rushed. He hasn't run for a long time. He didn't feel it just now, and now his body is a little sore.
Yu Sheng was also anxious, but he was used to taking it seriously, and shook his head: "It's not tired, it's easier than kissing."
Jin Linkun: "..."
The little girl who gathered up the courage to run over and was about to deliver water: "..."
Yu Sheng didn't even realize that there was a little girl who wanted to chase him, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with his words. He was still carefully comparing the difference between the two kinds of exercise on the heart rate increase: "What's wrong?"
"fine."
Jin Linkun looked at him, rubbed his forehead, and couldn't hold back his smile: "It's good, really."
... I don't know how to poke this man's laugh.
Yu Sheng raised his hand and then smiled at the person who was lying on his shoulder. He was once again lingering between beating him or not, but still too lazy to do it, he pulled a piece of paper and wiped the sweat from his temples: "Okay, still take my clothes to wipe the sweat?"
The child's tone was very impatient, and he took off his glasses without knowing which pocket he took out a glasses cloth, wiped it clean and put it back on his face.
Jin Linkun finally suppressed his smile, took a deep breath, and rubbed Yu Sheng's head: "It's okay, you'll be proficient with more practice..."
After finally making it to the 11th holiday, Cen Rui and Liang Yifan, who came to No. 3 Middle School to play with their classmates, found out the positions of the two of them. They came all the way and saw their brother Sheng lift his legs and kick Kunshen into the playground. in the sand pit.
Liang Yifan: "It's very heartwarming."
Xia Junhua nodded: "Refreshed."
"Life is finally complete." Cen Rui let out a long sigh of relief, "I always feel that something is missing around me these days..."
Friends came from afar, and the games were over. Jin Linkun invited old friends from the summer camp to have a meal.
Only he was the owner, Ding Zhengjiao couldn't help but find someone: "Where's Brother Sheng?"
"Brother Sheng is practicing, don't let me watch it." Cen Rui was well-informed and quickly picked up the chicken in the Kung Pao Chicken, "The ninth set of radio gymnastics, tomorrow will lead the exercise, their class will have a competition."
Just thinking about that picture, Liang Yifan shuddered unconsciously, and his desire to survive quickly surged: "I don't want to watch it, don't implicate me."
"What about your courage." Cen Rui hated that iron could not become steel, "You didn't say it back then, as long as you kneeled down, would you be able to frighten Brother Sheng to forgive you?"
Liang Yifan took a firm stand: "That's a normal situation. Brother Sheng leads the team to do radio exercises. Do you think this is a normal situation?"
Although the summer camp has been over for a long time, Yu Sheng and Yu Wei are still there. Several people discussed for a long time, but no one dared to go to see the spectacular scene of Yu Sheng leading the exercise.
It's normal for Jin Linkun to chat and send messages, but when he sits with other people, he still doesn't talk much. He finds a bowl and picks up vegetables, and occasionally laughs and chats with them.
"Kunshen, how have you been lately—forget it, look at your heinous 727, you must be special."
Xia Junhua asked for half a sentence, then added the answer by himself, and sighed extremely depressed: "Our head teacher uses you to stimulate us every day, how can you be like this?"
The difficulty of this exam is too high, no wonder there are too many questions, the overall score has dropped sharply, and the distinction is not high enough.
They did not refer to several other old-fashioned demonstration high schools in the province, and directly made Jin Linkun's 727 points higher than the second place by fifty points.
Jin Linkun has been educated a lot by Yu Sheng recently, and he also knows to take care of the emotions of his classmates. He is prepared to humbly express that he is just lucky, but he is just in time for Yu Sheng to finish his gymnastics.
Yu Sheng arrived late, when he heard Xia Junhua's sentence, "How could you be so successful in the test?", he pulled out his chair and sat down: "Don't blame him, he skipped a few steps in mathematics and physics, just go back and correct it."
Jin Linkun: "..."
Xia Junhua: "..."
"Those who are close to the vermillion are red, those who are close to the ink are black."
In the silence, Liang Yifan had expected it long ago, and lay dying on the table: "Brother Sheng, if I hadn't been able to beat you, I would have jumped up and hit your knee."
Although they chatted and contacted every day, the truth was that they had not seen each other for a long time.
Cen Rui first coaxed him to do something meaningful. Finally, a group of people found a very cool bar, one person ordered a colorful cocktail, and in front of him was a set of handwritten math papers carefully arranged by the teacher in H.
Xia Junhua, a contestant, accidentally got in, squeezed the paper and sighed: "Deputy team leader, we shouldn't put the initiative in your hands."
"Be more serious." Kong Jiahe pushed on his glasses and put on his headlamp. "This set of papers is an internal document, no copying is allowed. I copied it by hand. Give it to me when you finish it, and destroy it."
Cen Rui didn't want to do the question at first, but when he heard the words, he was inexplicably awe-inspiring: "Is it so powerful?"
Such things as "secret volumes" and "internal materials" will always have an extraordinary attraction for students who are still struggling for grades.
The first offline party after the summer camp turned into a few people sitting in the corner of the bar that was a little dim, each with a glass of wine and a headlamp, while tasting the wine and brushing the rolls.
Yu Sheng really couldn't stand this kind of nonsense, so he forcibly refused the headlight, and Jin Linkun turned his own to him.
The two were huddled together, and they were not very open, and their arms were about to touch in a while.
Jin Linkun simply pulled one arm away and propped it behind Yu Sheng.
Cen Rui sat with his head buried in the paper for a while, touched Liang Yifan's elbow, and motioned him to look up.
Jin Linkun put one hand behind Sheng, and from the perspective of the person next to him, it seemed like he was wrapping him directly in his arms.
Yu Sheng didn't seem to have any special reaction, the sofa was not tired, and he felt a little tired after sitting for a while, so he simply leaned back on Jin Linkun's shoulder.
Putting his shoulders on his shoulders, Jin Linkun gently pulled the corner of his lower lip, lowered his eyes to look at Yu Sheng, raised the hand that embraced him, and rubbed his hair.
…
A very natural movement.
Even these people feel that it seems that these two people should be like this from the beginning.
"Who still remembers when Brother Sheng beat up Kunshen on the podium?"
In H, one set of questions tops ten sets. After finally finishing one paper, Xia Junhua was so tired that he couldn't help but get distracted by moving his wrist: "It's like a lifetime."
Liang Yifan didn't want to read it, so he buried his head and continued to answer the question: "Don't sigh, it's not that you accept Kunshen's dynamic show of loving light waves every day."
Cen Rui held his chin: "Speaking of which, how did you get chosen by fate..."
"It's okay, don't talk." Ding Zhengjiao still has the style of a team leader, and lowered his voice to teach this group of classmates who are still distracted in their studies, "Look at Brother Sheng, literacy and arithmetic are still good. Do it faster than you, do you want to be human?"
Everyone was taught a sentence, cheered up, and continued to brush the remaining questions.
This set of papers is much more comprehensive than the joint examination papers, and Yu Sheng has not finished reviewing some of them. Jin Linkun finished his own set, and turned to discuss the remaining questions with him in a low voice: "The auxiliary lines are drawn on the side. The solution is simpler than this.”
He explained it carefully, and the steps were written in detail on Yu Sheng's paper.
Although it is still obvious that he can't find the key point, he jumps when he talks, but he still can see the obvious direction of efforts.
Yu Sheng listened, his eyes unconsciously fell on Jin Linkun's hand.
The knuckles of the hand holding the pen are clear and clear, and when it is slightly curved, it reveals a very quiet and stable strength.
Jin Linkun finished explaining his solution: "Your solution is actually quite good, I didn't expect it just now."
Yu Sheng and his problem-solving habits are completely different. They are mainly short, flat and fast. Sometimes several theorems are used in a chain. Basically, they can be so concise and clear that people can understand them immediately after explaining them. There is no need to mark the angles piecemeal in the calculation. top row.
Jin Linkun looked at his paper and pondered carefully: "It's easy to score, and the calculation is simple..."
His voice paused, and he lowered his head subconsciously.
Yu Sheng's left hand fell, covering the hand he was holding on the side.
Jin Linkun was silent for a while, couldn't help but raised the corner of his lips, shifted his focus to his right hand, and turned his left hand over, letting that hand fall on the palm of his hand.
"I think this set of papers brought by Lao Kong is very good. I have examined several details that I didn't pay attention to."
Ding Zhengjiao was still discussing the topic seriously. When he saw several people around him were distracted, he tapped on the shoulders one by one: "What's going on? What's the matter with you?"
Cen Rui stroked his head twice: "I think this headlamp brought by Lao Kong is very good."
Ding Zhengjiao was at a loss: "Why?"
Liang Yifan fumbled for a while, then turned on the headlight with a snap: "Look, we are the brightest light bulb in this bar."