A short 100-meter run is indeed not long, but it is not an easy task to suddenly achieve 100% strength in a short period of time.
It is easy to stretch the tendons and cripple the feet.
Qiao Fengtian is the last one, the joint position where "Ming Jin withdraws his troops", success or failure is here. When the cheers and shouts suddenly rang out, he stepped out of the junction area, and the muscles on his waist and abdomen twitched and twitched.
The resistance of the newly built red rubber runway is not as great as that which has been submerged for a long time. It rubs against the shoe upper, and makes a faint "rustling" sound as it slips slightly to prevent stumbling. While Qiao Fengtian is struggling to swing his arms and legs, he can't help himself. He had to tightly curl his ten toes, which were sleeping in his shoes, in an attempt to increase his grip.
The direction was towards the wind, Qiao Fengtian raised his hand and threw the two decorative drawstrings hanging from his coat behind his neck, giving birth to a small section of purple-red hair with different-colored roots, which danced with the rhythm of his steps in the sunlight. .
Qiao Fengtian's original hair color was not dark like Zheng Yu's, but faintly brown. If it is in the light, it is more like it has been diluted with water and is generally shiny and pale. Due to nutritional deficiencies when he was young, and due to his natural and unresolved special constitution, a derogatory term for "yellow-haired boy" was firmly implemented on him.
With enough energy, he ran for about 50 meters. Suddenly, some of the parents standing on the side shouted "Hurry up!", Qiao Fengtian tilted his head slightly and looked at the assistant who was behind him. I don't know when, he has followed with the thunder speed of chasing the wind, only a small step wrong.
In an instant, Qiao Fengtian took a step forward as if his butt had been scalded, "bass", and his speed was so fast that he responded quickly, causing the surrounding to applaud again and again, making him look like he was turning a bowl over his head, like a street performer.
Run ass slowly!
Zheng Siqi has taken the lead by so much, and he has to run second. The responsibility is not entirely on his own head!
So why do you want to share the same line with this small spinning top? !
Qiao Fengtian wanted to raise his head and lament why he didn't have that effort, so he could only tighten the baton in his hand and accelerate again. The blasted wind whistled in his ears, accompanied by the sound of his short breathing, seeing a red finish line very close, he did not dare to loosen the tangled soft tissue half of his body.
Qiao Fengtian and the vice president hit the line almost at the same time. The crowd shouted "Oh hoo", and they all gathered around to see the final result.
Qiao Fengtian was grabbed by the physical education teacher who was responding to him, and he didn't rush out 10 or 20 meters because of inertia. As soon as he stopped walking, Qiao Fengtian immediately supported his knees and lowered his head to pant heavily. There was a heavy and sour discomfort in both calves, the soles of the feet were hot and humid, the throat was tight, and there was a faint smell of blood.
As soon as he raised his head and opened his mouth, he immediately tightened his chin, like a feather scratching lightly at the eye of his throat, and coughed hurriedly. This kind of itchy cough is the most annoying. Generally, the more you cough, the more itchy, and the more itchy, the more you cough. Qiao Fengtian put his hands around his mouth, coughed with red eyes, and turned around in the gap between the crowd to find water.
"Here, here, don't turn around."
A bottle of water was handed over in front of him, and looking up along the water bottle, it was an arm with a high sleeve.
Qiao Fengtian took the water from Zheng Siqi's hand, "Thank you-kekekekeke."
"Okay, you drink first, don't talk first."
Zheng Yu took the lead and pulled Xiao Wuzi's arm all the way to push aside the crowd.
"Uncle Joe first!"
Qiao Fengtian swallowed a mouthful of mineral water, wiped off the water stains on his upper lip and looked back at him, "Really?"
"Really!" Xiao Wuzi pointed to the registration office, "The physical education teacher over there said it! Our third class is divided into 21 points, and the second class next to us is divided into 22 points!"
The parents of the classmates who were onlookers raised their arms and cheered, applauding.
Qiao Fengtian breathed a sigh of relief. The old gentleman who moved his pen by Zheng Siqi gave him a head start so much that he was only one second away from the vice president. To say that this person was corrupt that day, it would not be easy to catch him, he would have to slip out of the alley and alley along the heating pipe. Blame him.
Zheng Siqi raised his hand and pressed his sweaty neck, "It's not bad, I didn't lose."
Qiao Fengtian suddenly clutched his neck and stepped forward, almost feeling the thin calluses on his palm.
"I..." Zheng Siqi saw his quick response, raised his hand in the air, paused for two seconds, his eyes flashed under the lens, and then closed his hand and apologized, "Sorry..."
Qiao Fengtian immediately felt that he had overreacted. He removed the palm from his neck and shook his head, "It's alright."
The more he wanted to behave like ordinary people, the more he would appear to be different. Special groups are very few, and they are only a mere crowd. Most of them are desperately trying to hide in front of others, so they are easily to blame.
"I-I don't have an opinion on you." Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and pondered the wording, and whispered, "I am, I am a little neurotic, so—" Zhang mouth was indifferent again.
Zheng Siqi smiled and pushed his glasses.
"You're nervous again."
Qiao Fengtian looked up at him, and the content in his eyes was clear: How can you know, is it obvious
Zheng Siqi took a small step forward and used a volume that only the two of them could hear clearly. He pointed to the two Bai Shengsheng hands hanging beside his legs. There was a faint smile in his words, but he sounded sarcastic, "When you're nervous, you grab your hands, don't you know?"
Just as he was about to say something, Qiao Fengtian was called by the physical education teacher in charge of the transcription to hand over the stick and sign. After taking two steps forward, he suddenly wanted to make a cotton swab and scratch his ear, and felt a tingling tingling that went deep into the cochlea.
Don't you know? In a word, slow and self-paced. Just like the weather is gloomy and humid, the eaves are dripping with rain, I am leaning on the rattan chair and swaying my calves, closing my eyes and reciting a short poem from the North Island.
Qiao Fengtian looked down at the palm of his hand, clenched it tightly, and released it.
-I have no idea.
After a two-hour lunch break, the head teacher, who was in his twenties, filled the playground with a loudspeaker, looking for people to gather. His cheeks were flushed from the sun, and he shouted his clear voice into a broken gong. .
The new campus of Linan Affiliated Primary School is quite far from Taochong Lake, and even farther from the Fourth Railway Station. Qiao Fengtian didn't plan to go home with the big and small five sons, and searched for a small restaurant to make do with a simple meal.
Zheng Siqi intends to fight the table, but Lu Yiming makes a phone call halfway through. As soon as he heard that Zheng Siqi was in the small new district attached to Linan, near the office building where he worked, his words were sincere, and he would definitely take the opportunity to invite Xiao Zheng Yu, who had never met before, to have a meal.
He had declined three times before, but Zheng Siqi could no longer hold back his face and declined the fourth time.
He sighed calmly, "Okay, Zaoer and I will be waiting for you at the door, okay?"
When Lu Yiming arrived, he was wearing a peacock blue pleated skirt with high waist embroidery, and his skin was as white as snow. A short lead-grey knitted cardigan was put on the outside of the skirt, and she was carrying a small leather bag the size of a palm. She walked in a hurry, and there was a fragrant smell, and the makeup on her face was still very meticulous.
Seeing Zheng Yu, Lu Yiming smiled and handed her a five-color macaron in a paper bag, hunched over, and caressed her soft hair on her forehead, "This is the first time I see you, you so cute."
Zheng Yu was waiting for Macaron to look back and forth for a while, Zheng Siqi reached out and pinched her shoulder, and the little girl immediately understood, adhering to the short mouth, the man was soft, "Thank you Auntie, you are also very beautiful!"
Lu Yiming's freshly painted lips then curved into a delicate shape with a more curved arc.
Qiao Fengtian led Xiao Wuzi towards the commercial street next to the school gate, passed Zheng Siqi, and snapped his fingers behind him.
"I'm leaving."
Zheng Siqi turned back, "Hey, after dinner, go straight to the stage to find you two?"
Lu Yiming heard the sound, turned his head slightly, and looked over Zheng Siqi's shoulder. Qiao Fengtian looked at her for two seconds, and when her thick eyelashes flickered, he turned his face back first.
"to make."
Lu Yiming was familiar with the restaurants and took them through a small forest park to a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant next to a pool of water. Lu Yiming took a step forward, turned back and smiled at Zheng Siqi, "The personnel manager of this store is my high school classmate, and the position for me has always been the best."
After the waiter took his seat, Zheng Siqi did find that the environment was good.
It is clean and peaceful, with few people's voices. It is close to the open floor-to-ceiling windows. When you look out, you can see the rockery and flowing water in front of you. Between the gaps, there are densely planted green and evergreen Sanwei kudzu and goose palms. firewood. There are also occasional birds that land on the rock walls and peck at the oily green moss.
Zheng Yu was attracted by a tank of colorful tropical fish in the store, and Zheng Siqi took the menu from Lu Yiming's polite hands. Really good environment, the price must not be too general.
Lu Yiming's drinking posture was very elegant, as if he was afraid of sticking his lipstick on a cup, he only took a small sip. She looked straight at Zheng Siqi's high nose bridge exposed in the mirror when she lowered her head, and pulled a strand of shattered and curly hair behind her ear.
"That gentleman just now," she said, referring to Qiao Fengtian, as if it was easier to start by mentioning something that had nothing to do with her, "It's the first time we met, the one we met on Jiang Road in Qingyi. ?"
Zheng Siqi ordered a shrimp dumpling, "Yes, you still remember."
Lu Yiming put his hand on his chin and tapped his face with five jade-like fingers, "Sir, it's hard to forget at a glance." No matter how you look or what your hair is.
Zheng Siqi flipped a page of the menu, noncommittal—is it
right.
"I still think so, you and him obviously don't look the same." Lu Yiming continued, "He doesn't look the same as others, he looks... kind of weird."
Zheng Siqi ordered another serving of fermented pork ribs, and another serving of almond dew chestnut soup that Zheng Yu should prefer. He closed the menu and handed it back to Lu Yiming.
"wrong."
Lu Yiming raised his neatly drawn eyebrows slightly.
"We can replace weirdness with something different." Zheng Siqi picked up a well-crafted white jade pot at hand, and poured a cup of amber-colored clear tea soup into the set of white jade pots. He put the tea cup to his mouth, looked sideways at the top of the fake mountain, and saw a bird with a red beak and a yellow body.
"When I was teaching, I told my students that when you don't know a stranger, we can try to replace the subjective adjectives given to them with neutral words. This is to leave enough room for ourselves, "
Lu Yiming looked at him and lowered his eyes, then looked up at himself again.
"It's also respect for others, right?"
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Lao Zheng always frightens Xiao Qiao with his hands and feet 2333