Qianmai, wearing a set of maroon alphabet sportswear, came downstairs, and Nan Weiwei, who was waiting outside the dormitory building, narrowed her eyes, disapprovingly said: "Qianmai, are you going to a competition or a beauty pageant?"
Latent Wheat smiles, don't you just put your hair up and put it in a bun? Need to be so surprised
Nan Weiwei reluctantly leaned over, reached out to touch her hair bun, and stared at a small cherry-shaped hair clip studded with light pink rhinestones next to her, and she was stunned: "Why haven't you seen you comb your hair before? However, your hair in a bun... is very elegant. You look thin, with a beautiful neck exposed, and your whole person is white and tender..."
Qianmai almost fainted, so he helped Nan Weiwei's arm to stand firmly, and sipped her a bit, "Is there you boasting and selling it? I am also the second time in a bun. The first time is Huayang Mountain. An aunt helped me with the plate. This time I put it up to make it easier to wait for the next high jump. This hair is too long and I don’t have time to fix it..."
The two talked and walked to the high jump competition area in the art building.
On the way, I met Liu Feipeng, who was also wearing white sportswear. He was walking with several class boys to the shot put area in the northeast corner of the playground. The three of them didn't stop, only waved to each other and made a cheering gesture.
When passing the rostrum, the straight track in the distance was crowded with people. After a shot was fired, cheerleaders cheered on the road and steps one after another. After not being able to survive for half a minute, in the thunderous cheers, a boy swept across the red ribbon at the finish line and rushed forward with inertia. Immediately, they were tightly surrounded by everyone.
Through the slight gaps in the referee's table, Qian Mai took a long glance. The boy wears black sportswear, and his long body looks like Shen Zhou, which looks like Peng Chen.
Compared with the raging fire on the runway, the high jump competition area in the art building looks much deserted. Except for the referee teacher and a few volunteers, most of the people standing around are the participating girls and their friends. Everyone is holding their breath, and there will be no scenes of enthusiastic cheers.
In order to wash the nickname of "Bai Zhan Ji", the boys in the third grade (10) signed up to participate in all men's projects. Everyone is burdened and needs to help each other. They will not have time or leisure, nor are they embarrassed to go to the girls' side to act as a cheerleader. As for the remaining five girls in the class, they are all transferred to the deputy squad leader to provide drinks and snacks for the athletes.
Therefore, at this moment, Qianmai's side was only accompanied by Nan Weiwei.
"There are so many of them, each contestant is accompanied by four or five people." Nan Weiwei is a little psychologically unbalanced.
"To be honest, the standard for me to choose things has always been expensive and not too expensive. Our Weiwei is so good, and we get a top ten. Even if you give me three thousand weak points, I will only take you one scoop. With you One is enough..." Qianmai didn't feel any pressure, and still joking jokingly, took out the number plate and handed it to Nan Weiwei, asking her to help her stay behind.
Nan Weiwei was amused and was no longer so nervous. Carefully helped Qian Mai to fix the number plate, and couldn't help but punch her lightly again: "It's really the emperor who is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry."
The high jump competition in No. 1 Middle School is definitely a torturous and super slow project. Jump from low to high by one centimeter to one centimeter. If you can't pass the jump, you can jump for the second or third time. There are no preliminaries and no standard heights. Every time, they take turns playing in the knockout rounds in order. After the elimination of a batch, the height has also risen, and only then slowly began to move closer to the regular competition rules.
Qianmai's number 033 is very far behind, and after half an hour, she is still waiting. Seeing several junior high school girls who pass by on campus from time to time, time and time again, at the take-off height of 1 meter, I was struck by perseverance to reach the third jump.
Qian Mai and Nan Weiwei really want to find a stool, sit down and wait slowly.
From all directions on the playground, cheers and shouts were heard incisively and vividly from time to time, and the enthusiasm was in stark contrast with the tenacity in the art building. After a while, the campus broadcast sounded again, officially announcing the end of the men's 200-meter sprint in the third stage of the junior high. Peng Chen won the championship with a time of 22 seconds.
Qianmai and Nan Weiwei were so happy that they could not close their mouths from ear to ear. In the art building, they were high-fiving and jumping for joy, causing a lot of girls to pay attention to them frequently. The two of them didn't care, so they were immersed in the class pride brought by sports.
Finally, 032 is ready to play. Coincidentally, the name given by the volunteer was actually Yang Yun.
Qianmai was shocked and hurriedly craned his neck to look around. I saw a few girls walking in the corner, and they were indeed Iron Lady Yang Yun and Zhang Meili.
Seeing Qianmai, Yang Yun also seemed surprised. He smiled, raised her "Nine Yin Bagua Claws" and put it on Qianmai's shoulder again: "I thought I was wrong. You weren't all cheerleaders before. Is there such a shortage of Olympian sports talents? Even you, a little dwarf like you, must be on the field?"
The girls nearby laughed at the words, and they were very curious about what results the Olympiad girls would achieve. Cheer up from the bottom of my heart, hoping to give these legendary "talented women" off the beaten track in the arena.
Qian Mai patted Yang Yun's phoenix claws and rubbed his slightly painful shoulder. This guy was not as strong as usual.
"The school women's basketball team came to participate in the high jump, aren't adults bullying the children?" Qian Mai muttered quietly.
"The last time I participated in the school sports meeting, I wanted to participate in a few more events." Yang Yun'er got hot, touched his red face, smiled, turned and walked to the benchmark.
Nan Weiwei's noodles were not depressed, so she took out the mineral water from the bag and handed it over.
Latent Wheat took a sip, then moved his hands and feet a little, and leaned forward and whispered: "You don't need to mind what Yang Yun said. She is so careless, she doesn't speak her brain, a bit like "stupid sister", nothing else. with effort."
"She is tall and strong, a head taller than you, how can she compare?" Nan Weiwei's beautiful eyes were filled with worry.
"It doesn't matter, if the height difference is too large, then the ranking will be re-ranked." Qianmai explained to Nan Weiwei, watching Yang Yun's movements with his eyes motionless.
I saw Yang Yun grazing his hands, withdrew from the benchmark one foot away, compared with the height of the benchmark with his hand, and curled his mouth in disdain. Then, she heard her say loudly to the referee teacher: "Teacher, please lift me up to 1.35 meters."
The referee teacher recognized the women's basketball center, glanced at her tall and powerful, and couldn't help but feel refreshed. They had just been beaten up by these girls in a ballet-like high jump posture, and Ray had a nervous breakdown. Finally came a bold and confident man, and he couldn't help but wave his hand: "That's it!"
Volunteer Le Dian ran over to adjust the benchmark, which caused other participating girls to exclaim.
Yang Yun lived up to his expectations, rushed forward and leaped hard, nearly surpassing the benchmark, and finally landed beautifully on the soft cushion. At this moment, everyone in the audience cheered for her.
When it was Qianmai's turn, the volunteer was going to lower the benchmark, but she was immediately stopped by her voice.
Yang Yun brushed off the sweat on his forehead and screamed: "Latent wheat, don't be aggressive, it will bloom if you fall off your butt."
There was a lot of laughter in the art building. The referee teacher is also smiling, and gently joins the persuasion family: "This student, you must do everything according to your own situation. I suggest you choose to take it slowly."
Qianmai stared closely at the benchmark and shook his head resolutely: "Teacher, I have considered it well, and I want to take it in one go."
Nan Weiwei's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat. Although she knows that Latent Wheat has never done anything uncertain, the height of the benchmark has passed her neck. Can this work? My palms were sweating, my pink fists clenched, and dull pain came from my fingertips.
Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, the referee teacher was also very helpless. The current students are really tough. If you don't fall a few times, you don't know that the sky is so great. As a result, the red flag was also happily waved.
The art building suddenly became silent, and the participants were full of interest, following the second crab-eating latent wheat intently, wondering whether they would like to challenge them in the future.
Latent Wheat abandons distracting thoughts, concentrates, takes a deep breath, and "swishes" forward. He took off with his right foot, followed by his left foot, and his body was like a light Xiaoyan. He leaped forward, slung his back beautifully, and fell heavily on the soft cushion amidst the surprise of everyone's gasp.
All the actions were done in one go, over!
The room changed from surprise to joy. Nan Weiwei rushed up and hurriedly checked the whole body of Qian Mai, her lips trembled incoherently: "You didn't fall, right? I was scared to death. My heart was about to jump out just now."
"It's okay, this one is quite soft." Qian Shangmai showed a big smile, and got up from the soft cushion.
"Haha... Latent Wheat, you really have two things. However, you fell really loud with this fall. Like a rotten egg, you made a slap." Yang Yun ran over in an untimely manner to gloat: "Also, your actions It's really ugly. It's not a back-leaping or a leap-over. Did you invent it yourself? Any tricks?"
Qianmai was too lazy to care about her, but Nan Weiwei had long seen her displeased, she gave her a stern look, and said coldly, "Whatever it is, you can get through it. You still think about it, how can you surpass it later? , Wheat’s height can be placed here."
Nan Weiwei was very realistic, and Yang Yun's face immediately turned cloudy and sunny in the next second.
The two referee teachers were overjoyed and talked to each other about the previous school records. He fully agreed to the increase of the benchmark required by the participating players, and I very much hope that this year's high jump will break the record.
It's a pity that most of the classmates are embroidered with fists. Due to nervousness or poor performance, they are soon out of the game. Some of the classmates have a decent athletic quality. Although they have worked hard, they have lost their reputations because of repeated loss of poles.
Qian Mai and Nan Weiwei relaxed, found a corner to sit on the ground, opened the plastic bag and shared the snacks they prepared early.
"You jumped really well today, there were still some gaps when you passed the pole. It shouldn't be a problem to add another centimeter to the top." Nan Weiwei repeated the situation at the time.
Latent Wheat smacked his mouth and simply repeated the chewing action. Hearing the words, he shook his head gently: "No. I haven't practiced the Eight Classics. I rely on the foundation I made when I was a child by turning over the yard and the fence with my cousin. The landing posture was wrong, and when I just fell, my chest was shocked. It's uncomfortable. At this point, Yang Yun has done very beautifully. She has been standing from beginning to end."
Nan Weiwei nodded and said yes, then pulled out a chicken drumstick and handed it over. At this time, the march was interrupted and the sound of broadcasting came out again. The two of them couldn't help but straighten their ears. At this time, Liu Feipeng should have a result.
Sure enough, the broadcast announced the results of the men's shot put competition in the third stage. After the announcer's voice was as clear as an oriole, Nan and Qian fell silent. Liu Feipeng ranked third, but Wang Zhigao was the runner-up. The name of the champion was very strange, and neither of them knew much.
After resolving the snacks in his hand, Qianmai opened the plastic bag and handed it back to Nan Weiwei: "These wait and reward Liu Feipeng."
At this time, there was a rare "come on" in the Yiti Building. Nan and Qian turned their heads to see that it was Yang Yun who was about to jump for the second time. Not surprisingly, this time she wanted to make a one-centimeter surpass and asked the volunteers to adjust the benchmark to 1.36 meters.
Yang Yun's backstage was still fierce. The approach, flight, and landing were perfect at first, but after a hundred close, her hand touched the pole and the pole fell. Thus, there was a third jump. It may be nervous, but it was even worse this time, as he directly touched the pole when he vacated. As a result, even the man with a pole fell heavily on the soft cushion.
Qian Mai snorted very unkindly, and wanted to run up there for a bit of revenge, but after looking at Yang Yun's green face, he still endured it very hard.
After that, Qianmai jumped twice again, all of which were safe to pass. When I have time, I chat with Nan Weiwei and listen to the radio by the way.
Unconsciously, the participating girls slowly dispersed, and the volunteers began to clean up the equipment and sanitation in the competition area.
"It's over?" Nan and Qian looked at each other, a bit of hindsight.
Before they could get out of the art and sports building, the third-stage women's high jump rankings were reported on the radio. As expected, Latent Wheat ranked first, and Yang Yun ranked second. In addition to the accident, Nan and Qian did not cheer at this moment, and looked at each other with a confused face: "Being a champion, is it so easy?"
Instead, the students who heard the broadcast from other competition areas took the lead in high-fiving and celebrating.
F3 and Liu Feipeng are practicing on the basketball court, warming up for the semi-finals with (5) in the evening. When Qian Mai's name appeared, Peng Chen jumped and scored a three-pointer. Liu Feipeng took a shot and smiled and broke his wrists with Zhu Shoubin. Shen Zhou shook his head and looked like an unknown prophet: "I knew that she would not let herself draw water from a bamboo basket."
In the office, Gu Yawei is discussing preparations for the mid-term exam with the teacher. After listening to the broadcast, the corners of the mouth could not help but raised, but the words were very understatement: "She really did not disappoint me." (To be continued, if you want to know what happened, please visit www.qidian.com, chapter More, support the author, support genuine reading!)