In the men's 3000m, Wen Liang won first place without any suspense. This distance was nothing compared to his long-distance running every morning. The boy from Class 3 never found a chance to surpass Wen Liang from beginning to end. He gave a thumbs up as soon as the race was over. When he heard that Wen Liang would also participate in the 5000m the day after tomorrow, he was even more convinced.
Back at the camp of Class 3, Ji Su was already waiting by the side, wiping Wen Liang's sweat with a towel. There was no need to be too shy at this time. Before she could say anything, she was pulled to cheer for the girls who were participating in the standing long jump. Ji Su's beautiful eyes were full of apology. Wen Liang smiled and waved his hand to let her go. He sighed in his heart, even a small class committee member was so helpless, let alone the common people
Class 3's territory was in the southeast corner of the playground, next to the rostrum, with more than a dozen tables lined up in a row. Ren Yi found a bag of the cheapest sour plum powder from the snacks and drinks on the table and threw it over. Wen Liang opened the bag and ate while getting angry: "I have at least brought honor to the class. Brother Ren, you didn't flatter me, but you used this sour thing to humiliate me?"
Ren Yi just ate a popping candy, and with his mouth wide open, he sizzled and said, "I... or... it's not me..."
“Stop!”
Wen Liang's teeth itched when he heard this. He pinched Ren Yi's chin, picked up the kettle beside him and poured it in: "Drink some water to calm down, and speak human language!"
Ren Yi took a few gulps of water and finally spoke fluently: "Damn, if I hadn't been cheering for you, would you have been able to get first place? I don't care, you treat me to lunch today, or I'll die in front of you."
This threat was really powerful. Wen Liang smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I'll call Zhihe later... By the way, why haven't I seen this fat guy all morning?"
Ren Yi pointed to a toilet in the corner of the playground and said, "Everyone is smoking in there. There are so many people. The students are drunk from the smoke and think they are using the toilet as a paradise."
“Good poem!”
Wen Liang praised him and sat down next to him, too lazy to look for Liu Zhihe again. Boys of this age smoke largely out of curiosity, coupled with the childish mentality of being young and ignorant, thinking that holding a cigarette in their mouth will make them look more handsome, thus creating a large number of smokers. The toilet is undoubtedly a good place to smoke and fart. Wen Liang knew that it was useless to say it, so he let them go. I remember there was a joke in later generations that said, those who don't smoke or drink, live to 63 years old - Lin Biao; those who don't smoke but only drink, live to 73 years old - Zhou Enlai; those who only smoke and don't drink, live to 83 years old - Mao Zedong; those who smoke and drink, live to 93 years old - Deng Xiaoping; those who eat, drink, gamble, and whore all live to 103 years old - Zhang Xueliang; those who don't smoke, drink, gamble, or whore and do good things, live to 23 years old - Lei Feng. This is of course just a joke, but this is how things are in the world. Those who follow the rules may not live better than those who have no taboos.
The morning passed quickly, and all the events were in full swing. People who were scattered all over the place came back one after another, and the results seemed pretty good. Ma Gang took out a small notebook, squeezed into the crowd with sweat on his head, and asked, "Wen Liang, how was your shot put preliminary round? Did you make it to the next round?" He wanted to collect data for the arrangement of the afternoon competition.
The result of the 3000m race was obvious to all. Some people were jealous of the fact that they won first place, but due to the class honor, they couldn't show it too blatantly. No one watched the shot put. Without waiting for Wen Liang to answer, they took the opportunity to make a noise, saying, "Classmate Wen Liang is naturally better than ten people when it comes to talking, but it's not enough to just talk well in the shot put."
"That's right. I heard that Lao Meng from Class 10 is also participating in the competition. His arms are thicker than his thighs. It's an extraordinary performance for him to make it to the next round."
"Next round? I don't think it's going to happen!"
Wen Liang's popularity had improved after the autumn outing, but the day before yesterday he had a fight with Gu Wenyuan at the school gate, which suddenly made his image fall into a negative state. Whether it was reverence or disgust, except for a few people like Ji Su, Ren Yi, Meng Ke, everyone else was intentionally or unintentionally distancing themselves from him. Today, he accompanied Ji Su to help him run, which made a big splash, and naturally attracted more attacks from everyone.
Ji Su had just returned from the infirmary with a girl who sprained her ankle when she saw this scene. Her pretty face, which had been smiling gently, suddenly turned colder. She parted the crowd and stood in front of Wen Liang's table, looking coldly over. The people who were making a fuss had never seen Ji Su so angry before, and they were so scared that they shut their mouths.
"You, Li Yang, when I asked you to sign up for the 3,000-meter race, you refused to do anything for the class. Now, I see you have plenty of energy. How about you run the 5,000-meter race the day after tomorrow?"
Li Yang opened his mouth and looked away with his head down.
"And you, Zhou Ming. Even if Wen Liang failed the shot put competition, he at least tried his best for the class. When Ma Gang asked him to sign up, he didn't refuse, nor did he run away like some cowards. He signed up for seven events by himself. What else do you expect from him?"
Not many people in the class knew that Wen Liang had signed up for seven projects. When Ji Su told them, they were all shocked. Many of them already regretted it. Most of the students of this generation were kind and didn't have so many schemes. Immediately, several boys came over and hugged Wen Liang's shoulders, saying, "Good job!"
"sharp!"
"What's your game this afternoon? I'll come over and cheer you on!"
Zhou Ming was so upset by what Ji Su said that he snorted and said nothing more.
Wen Liang looked at Ji Su when she was angry. She was completely different from her usual self, but there was a different feeling between her eyebrows. He stood up and smiled, saying, "Mr. Meng from Class 10 forgot to eat this morning, so I got the advantage and got first place in the preliminary round. I don't plan to get second place in the semi-finals!"
Although I know that Wen Liang is a fierce fighter, shot put is a test of arm strength. Lao Meng is a recognized expert and is invincible in arm wrestling, but he still lost to Wen Liang. Ma Gang nodded happily and said, "Okay, this is a new scoring point. Our class has a chance to enter the top three in the total score."
Originally, Wen Liang's projects had few or no applicants. The school had a rule that only classes that participated in all projects could receive the Organization Civilization Award. Giving him all the awards was meant to make up the numbers, and he never thought he would get any points.
While they were having fun, Ye Yuting, who had not been seen since the opening ceremony, finally showed up. After listening to Ma Gang's report with a smile on her face, she encouraged the students with a few words and then let them go, leaving only Wen Liang behind.
The two walked a few steps to the side, and Ye Yuting asked, "Do you know what I did this morning?"
"I'm so stupid, it doesn't matter if I guessed wrong, right?" After being framed by Ye Yuting once, Uncle Wen's vigilance soared.
Ye Yuting was angry and amused: "Bah, I really should say a few bad words about you to Director Zuo!"
This answer was unexpected. Wen Liang was surprised and asked, "Have you reconciled with Director Zuo?"
"What's so good about that? If the principal hadn't insisted on me going, I wouldn't bother to bother with her. Oh, Director Zuo, you are so powerful!"
Wen Liang had a headache, and he was powerless to stop the entanglement between the two sisters. He said, "Okay, let's get to the point. What does your meeting have to do with me?"
Ye Yuting snorted, like a naughty girl who disobeys her elders, and said, "She somehow got our class's entry form. She knew I asked you to sign up for seven events, and she was worried about whether you could bear it, so she asked me to come over and give you a lecture."
These words were untrue and incomplete. With Zuo Yuxi's cunning, how could she do such a thing, let alone scold Ye Yuting because of him. Wen Liang knew that she must have been blocked by Zuo Yuxi on the road, so she came to vent her anger on him, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, finally a female Bodhisattva came to rescue me, otherwise I would have been squeezed dry by an old witch!"
Before he could finish his words, Ye Yuting kicked him hard, "Okay, she is the female Bodhisattva, and I am an old witch, I am an old witch!"
At this time, most people had left. The two of them were in a corner of the playground, so they didn't expect anyone to see them. Wen Liang watched Ye Yuting forget the difference between teacher and student more and more, and get along with them as friends. He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse, so he could only defend himself while whispering, "You murdered your husband..."
Ye Yuting was so used to his sweet talk that she didn't even bother blushing. She rolled up her sleeves with a sneer, her white wrists as white as snow and her slender hands pretending to pinch Wen Liang's mouth.
Wen Liang laughed loudly, turned around and ran away, leaving Ye Yuting there, feeling very angry.
When they arrived at the cafeteria, they met Ren Yi and Liu Zhihe. The three of them got together and chatted for a while, and finally they had an argument over the last piece of braised pork in Liu Zhihe's bowl. Wen Liang said, "How about this, I'll give you a riddle, whoever guesses it gets to eat it, and if no one guesses it, it's mine, how about that?"
The two agreed and said gently, "Prostitutes go on strike, it's a historical term."
Ren Yi and Liu Zhihe discussed for a long time but still had no answer, so they had to admit defeat. Wen Liang ate the braised pork in one bite and said proudly: "Prostitutes on strike - anti-Japanese! You can't even guess such a simple riddle, are you trying to discredit First Middle School?"
The two of them were so ashamed that they took up their bowls and left in disgrace.
Wen Liang sat there for a while, then stood up and went to the second floor, where Xu Yao often ate. He saw her and Ning Xiaoning preparing to leave, so he walked over and said with a smile, "Hello, coach. It's been a long time since we last met. I miss you so much."
Ning Xiaoning didn't even look at him, she just went there with her lunch box. Wen Liang shamelessly shouted, "Coach, walk slowly, be careful on the steps..."
Xu Yao sat upright, looking at him with a half-smile. Wen Liang sat down beside her and asked softly, "Why did you quit the game this morning?"
"What game? I don't remember."
"Women's 1500 meters... for Ji Su, right?" In fact, Ji Su was also signed up by Ma Gang at the last minute, and didn't know that Xu Yao was also participating in this event.
Xu Yao was stunned for a moment, staring at the door. After a while, she said, "I saw her name before the competition. You know, she can't outrun me in long-distance running. If we compete together," she retracted her gaze and stared into Wen Liang's eyes, "will she win or will I win? I don't want to embarrass you..."
The seemingly unruly girl is actually the most kind and considerate person in the world. Of course, she also has her own reserve and pride. With her body and will that she has trained since she was a child, no girl can beat her in a long-distance race. If it is a race that she is destined to win, she would rather withdraw than use her own strengths to exploit others' weaknesses.
Tenderness appeared in Wen Liang's eyes. He reached out and ruffled her long hair, smiling slightly.
Xu Yao's lips suddenly flashed with the unique cuteness and playfulness of a 17-year-old girl, and she said, "But, in the women's 3000 meters this afternoon, I also want you to help me run..."
Uncle Wen was excited just now, but now his legs started to ache!