“Classmates!”
After class, the sports committee member Sun Liyu stood on the podium with a stack of sports registration forms and shouted, "Does anyone want to sign up? Take the initiative! Bring honor to the school!"
Sun Liyu spoke passionately and generously, but the group of people below pretended that they saw and heard nothing and concentrated on writing their test papers.
"… "
Seeing that no one was willing to cooperate, Sun Liyu had no choice but to knock on the podium with a wooden ruler and tried his best to persuade them: "Everyone should cheer up! Raise your enthusiasm! Sports is a very meaningful thing! It not only exercises the body, but also keeps the body and mind healthy! Have the courage to surpass yourself and challenge yourself! It can also show your other side of passion!"
Sun Liyu really hopes that everyone can cooperate with the registration, but the sports performance of Class 1 is really too poor. If it is changed to competition registration, everyone will scramble for a registration form, but the fact of sports meets cannot be forced.
Is it not fun enough to just do the test papers? Why should we go out and sweat under the scorching sun!
Is it because your academic performance isn't good enough? Why do you want to be crushed and rubbed in the stadium
This situation of no one signing up is not only in Class 1, but also in other classes.
Lincheng No. 1 Middle School has good academic performance and focuses on the teaching of academic subjects. The top scorer in every city college entrance examination comes from No. 1 Middle School. In the past ten years, it has won the provincial top scorer three times. This record is second to none in any region in the country and almost no one can match it. However, on the contrary, the overall sports performance of No. 1 Middle School is not good.
You can't have both study and sports. A middle school student only has two physical education classes a week to exercise.
It is not embarrassing to see weak players from our own school fighting each other in the sports meet, but both Qixing High School and Huanglunqiao Middle School train athletes, and the mention of several provincial-level athletes is enough to make people tremble with fear.
Sun Liyu yelled for a long time, but only Jiang Zhihuo raised his hand. He was playing with his phone while talking, with one leg of his chair lifted up, sitting there in a rather shapeless manner: "Sports Committee, please leave me a form. Just give me the remaining events after you have registered them."
After that, no one responded, and they all wished they could immerse themselves in the test paper.
The monitor couldn't bear to watch it any longer.
The number of people who sign up for the sports meet is a hard indicator. No matter how fast you run, you have to submit the required number of people.
Normally, for such matters that were difficult to decide and caused hatred, the class always had only one solution.
The monitor gritted his teeth and suggested, "Since no one has signed up, let's follow the old rules and draw lots."
Sun Liyu sighed.
The squad leader and Sun Liyu cut out forty-seven pieces of white paper of the same size and mixed them in a bucket together with the notes with the projects written on them.
Sun Liyu shook the paper to mix it up more thoroughly, and walked down from the first group: "Everyone move your fingers, the sooner you draw, the sooner you can get a chance to pass! Don't worry if you are drawn, you don't have to play, the school will have selections, it's just a loss of face in school, you can't get out of school!"
Everyone: “…”
It would be better if I hadn't said "don't worry".
Everyone who drew the lot was trembling with fear, their hands shaking, for fear that there would be a shoe inside the paper they opened.
A boy in the front row prayed to the sky before drawing, with his hands clasped together, extremely pious: "I hope Xue Jinxing and Wang Houxiong will bless me! I love studying! I don't want sports!"
After the shout, morale was boosted. He quickly and accurately picked up a piece of paper and opened it to see: 1,500-meter long-distance race.
Boy: “…”
Sun Liyu patted his shoulder to comfort him and placed a registration form in front of him.
Except for Jiang Zhihuo, everyone in the class drew lots, and those who drew the project fell silent.
The voices of a 5-foot-tall girl in the front row and the girls in the next group at the same table were unusually clear in the eerie silence: "High jump? Are you serious? The pole is taller than me! How should I jump? Should I crawl from the bottom?"
The girl from the next group couldn't comfort her, so she could only help her take off the pen cap: "... Write, and wear a mask when you're selecting candidates. At least no one can see your face. Come on, baby."
Sun Liyu also placed a form in front of Jiang Zhihuo: "Brother Huo, I've left you 3,000 meters, long jump, and relay, is that okay?"
These were the same events that he participated in the past two years. Jiang Zhihuo had no major problems and gave an OK score.
After handing out the registration forms, Sun Liyu notified: "Those who are selected for the project will be selected for the third grade next week. There is still one week left, so everyone should hurry up and practice."
The selection of events for Class 1 is so difficult, and the difficulty is no less for Class 4, which also has difficulties in sports. According to Sun Liyu's inquiries, the registration process for Class 4 is even more rigorous.
In a class, the class monitor set the questions, the sports committee member acted as the referee, and the two students competed in a quick-answer mode to decide the winner of the project. This not only consolidated the subject knowledge, but also made the opponent feel the double psychological and physiological crushing.
Physical education class.
After the warm-up exercises, the physical education teacher blew the whistle to dismiss the students. The students who were participating in the selection for the sports events trained separately, and the rest of the students were free to do what they wanted.
Jiang Zhihuo and another boy who had been drawn for the long jump changed into short-sleeved shirts and shorts, put on knee pads, and prepared to roll a few laps in the sand pit. When they turned around, they found Yan Mu standing on the other side of the playground, staring at the high jump pole in front of them with a complicated expression.
At this time, boys from other classes were trying to do the high jump.
I saw the boy retreat, then retreat again, sprint, then pause in front of the pole, jump up in a standing long jump posture, and kick the high jump pole away with one foot.
Boy: “…”
Yan Mu: “…”
"Go dig the sand first." Jiang Zhihuo said to his companion, "I'll be there in a moment."
Companion: “Where are you going?”
Jiang Zhihuo: "Pretend to be cool."
He walked towards Yan Mu.
There was already a small circle of people around the high jump area because of Yan Mu. When they saw Jiang Zhihuo coming, the crowd consciously made way for him.
Jiang Zhihuo patted Yan Mu's shoulder and asked, "Did you sign up for the high jump?"
Yan Mu frowned, obviously extremely unwilling to admit it: "Yeah."
It wasn't that he wanted to sign up, but no one else wanted to sign up, so the last high jump spot was forced upon Yan Mu.
At that time, the Sports Committee gave the task of forcing Xie Qiu. Xie Qiu took the registration form and sat in front of Yan Mu. Feeling Yan Mu's depressed eyes, his voice was trembling: "Yan, Brother Yan... Look at this high jump, he has to be high to jump. With your height, you can jump over it with one leg, steadily."
Yan Mu: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo wanted to laugh after hearing this. Thinking back to the sports meets in the past two years, it seemed that Yan Mu had not been seen there
I rarely saw him playing ball during physical education class. He either did exercises alone or with others.
Jiang Zhihuo: "I remember you didn't apply last year?"
Yan Mu: "Well, no."
He was reluctant to attend sports events because there were too many people and if he wasn't careful, he would get into contact with someone.
Jiang Zhihuo glanced to the side again and saw Yan Mu seemed to be thinking about something. He pondered his expression and clapped his hands in the end, understanding: "You don't know how to dance, right? I'll teach you?"
Yan Mu raised his eyes: "Teach me?"
"Yeah, but I'm not a professional." Jiang Zhihuo said truthfully, "It's enough to know some moves and pretend to be cool."
Yan Mu did not refuse and said, "Okay."
Jiang Zhihuo smiled and raised his hand to gather those who were also practicing high jump nearby: "Come on, come on, are there any of you who don't know how to jump? Brother Huo will teach you how to show off in the arena. Whether you can jump well or not is one thing, but jumping well is more important! I promise to teach you until you can jump well enough to be so good that it's criminal."
These words lifted the atmosphere around them, and all the boys responded in unison: "Teacher Jiang, please give us some guidance!"
Jiang Zhihuo adjusted the pole to a height of 1.75 meters: "I'm not a professional, I can't jump higher than an athlete, so I'll just pretend to be 85 points."
The 1.5-meter-tall girl in Class 1 who was picked to do the high jump had a sad face: "175 is only 85 points? I can just walk over there without even having to lower my head."
Everyone around was laughing, and a boy who was on good terms with the girl pulled her hair.
Jiang Zhihuo moved his wrists and ankles and began to teach: "There are two types of high jump: leap and flop."
"You need to run up for the leap, and the best number of steps for the run-up is eight to twelve, with the front part being a straight line and the back part being an arc."
"Besides this, the most important thing is that the movements are natural, the speed should be fast, the joints should be coordinated, and the torso should be extended."
"For the Flop, you need to use explosive power to jump, arch your back, and throw your legs up. Lastly, and more importantly, don't touch the bar!"
"Of course, you don't have to listen to what I said above. We athletes don't care whether your posture is standard or not. As long as you can jump over it, it's fine. I'll show you."
Jiang Zhihuo took a few steps back.
The crowd also retreated and formed a circle of moderate size.
Jiang Zhihuo jumped lightly twice on the grass, then leaned forward and rushed towards the horizontal bar. Then he stepped on the ground, tensed his calf muscles, and leaped into the air like a leopard leaping in the air, with his back arched, shoulders tilted, head raised, chin, neck, and Adam's apple forming a very beautiful arc.
He crossed the horizontal bar with an extremely light posture, landed on the mat with his back, and quickly got up, raising an eyebrow at Yan Mu.
The clouds are very thick today, and the sun is not hot, but my whole heart feels like it is burned by the sun, and my breathing stops.
The flamboyant and enthusiastic young man is the most eye-catching, with an extremely handsome curve at the corners of his lips, which is pleasing to the eye. He is just doing a simple high jump, but people gather around him in circles, and many girls even take out their mobile phones to take pictures.
The boys who were doing long jump together saw that there were more and more people here, so they squeezed in. When they saw Jiang Zhihuo pretending to be cool in high jump, they immediately pulled his shoulder and said angrily: "Brother Huo is obviously in our long jump group, why are you in the high jump group?"
"Pretending, didn't I say that?" Jiang Zhihuo was particularly frank, "Pretending doesn't matter whether you're in the long jump or the high jump!"
The boys in the long jump group all dragged him away, "That's enough, come back to training."
On the surface, he was teaching, but in fact, he was showing off in front of Yan Mu. Jiang Zhihuo felt very happy. Before leaving, he did not forget to look back and asked Yan Mu with a smile: "Do you know how to do it? The most important thing is to be handsome, nothing else matters."
There was only one high jump mat on the playground, and many classes took turns to jump over it. Brother Huo was pretending to be too cool, and there were crowds of people surrounding him, so he couldn't let go. The group hesitated for a long time before one person went up. The pole was lowered to 1.4 meters, but they still hadn't jumped over it.
Yan Mu took the initiative to walk to another place. When the girls who were watching saw Yan Xueshen leave, they also left and moved to another sand pit.
The boys who were practicing long jump saw the crowd moving over and there were quite a few pretty girls among them, so they immediately rubbed their hands and were eager to give it a try.
Jiang Zhihuo didn't care. He was used to the girls' gazes. The forum posts were still red. Now these girls looked at him not only for his face, but also for the day when he could form a pair with Yan Xueshen and have a tragic love triangle. Their thoughts were very impure.
He walked to the starting line.
Jiang Zhihuo is a natural born king of force, and he looks great in everything he does.
From a distance, I could see him sprinting forward. His jumping body was like a stretched, sharp bow. He sprinted, jumped, landed, and took off, lifting up half of his clothes to reveal a strong and thin waist with a sunken waist and obvious abdominal muscles.
It was the next turn for others. Jiang Zhihuo wiped his hands with a wet wipe and took out his cell phone.
Yan Mu was doing questions when a message popped up at the top of the screen.
Jiang Zhihuo: Handsome or not.
Yan Mu:
Jiang Zhihuo: I saw you looking this way, your eyesight is very good.
Jiang Zhihuo: 5.0!
Yan Mu: Handsome.
Jiang Zhihuo: It's cool, you didn't jump just now? I'll teach you in private later.
Yan Mu: Okay.
After saying this, Yan Mu changed the subject again: You are looking at me too.
Jiang Zhihuo admitted frankly: Yes.
The two of them are very open with each other and there is nothing they can't talk about.
Jiang Zhihuo: Now you are the only one looking at me with pure eyes, everyone else is looking at me with a CP supporter's eyes.
Yan Mu: …
"Brother Yan." Xie Qiu had just finished running a lap and was sweating all over. He grabbed a bottle of water and sat next to Yan Mu, panting.
His luck was really bad. He lost to his opponent by one question and was forced to participate in the 1,500-meter race. He had to cram at the last minute and had no ideals. He just hoped that he could run to the key points and not out of breath after the race.
Xie Qiu was really expecting Brother Yan to say a few words of comfort. After all, high jump is a lot easier than 1,500 meters. But Yan Mu said nothing. He just lowered his head to type on his phone, and only said "hmm" to him when he remembered something.
"Brother Yan?" Xie Qiu glanced over and found that Yan Mu was sending a message, and asked again, "Who is it?"
Before Yan Mu answered, Xie Qiu raised his eyes and found that there was an expression on Yan Mu's face.
Yan Xueshen always has a stern face, and it becomes very obvious when he slightly curls his lips.
Xie Qiu didn't know whether he was surprised or happy: "Brother Yan, what are you laughing at?"
Yan Mu was thinking about what to reply, but the other party's hands were obviously faster and he sent a series of messages in a few seconds.
Hearing Xie Qiu's words, the typing hand paused: "Is there?"
"Yes!" Xie Qiu blurted out, "I've known you for a long time, but I've never seen you show any expression, let alone laugh. You never showed any expression when you were chasing the school beauty before... No, I did."
Yan Mu: “?”
"It's Jiang the school bully." Xie Qiu counted on his fingers, "Frowning, disdain, hate, stay away from me, all kinds of expressions. You two really don't get along. You quarrel as soon as you meet, and you can't be pulled apart. Brother Huo is impulsive, and I didn't expect you to be impulsive too. We almost fought several times. I've never seen you lose your temper so much."
Yan Mu: “…”
Xie Qiu: "Oh, by the way, do you remember what you said before, next time if you want to beat someone up, don't pull you? You're already so angry!"
Yan Mu: “…”
Every word felt like a sharp knife stabbing into my heart, making several "swish" sounds and splattering blood all over me.
Xie Qiu didn't notice and was about to stab him: "Yeah, so, you know how surprising your expression just now was, right? So who could make you laugh like that? Anyway, it couldn't be Brother Huo. The couple supporters on the forum are too fake. If they knew that your relationship was incompatible, they definitely wouldn't dare to support you like that."
Yan Mu: “…”
Xie Qiu asked again: "Anyway, I think it's amazing. He was like that before, but now he can be repaired a little bit. But that's it. Brother Yan, how can you be gay because of him, you are such a jerk."
Yan Mu: “…”
Xie Qiu was puzzled: "Why don't you speak?"
In the past, Brother Yan would at least reply with a “hmm”, but now he didn’t say a word. Xie Qiu asked again: “Are you chatting with that omega in your family?”
Yan Mu: “…”
He turned off the screen and glanced at Xie Qiu silently.
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? Or maybe I didn't scold you harshly enough. Brother Yan, you tell me, I will always stand by you!"
Xie Qiu had an innocent look in his eyes and a resolute tone, ready to stand up for his brother. He had no idea that his few words had already stabbed the man full of blood.
“Enough…” Yan Mu withdrew his gaze.
Stop scolding me, you’re being cruel enough. It makes me feel cold.
This... Can this still catch up with someone...
The author has something to say: ps. The information about high jump comes from Baidu~
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