Friday, the day of the sports day.
Jiang Yao didn't wake up until 7:30, took a quick shower, put down his bangs, put on black-rimmed glasses, and was an ordinary, earthy boy again.
When he closed the bedroom door, he happened to meet him at the same table and greeted him, "Morning, have you just woken up?"
"I forgot to take something, come back, do you think everyone is like you?"
"… "
New day, new ruthlessness.
When he arrived in the classroom, Lao Wu said a few things to note, and then Teacher Zhang notified the students of each class on the radio to go to the playground. There is no stand in the playground of No. 1 Middle School. Students can only drag chairs in the classroom and go to the designated position of each class on the side of the playground.
Class 1 is on the middle floor of the teaching building. There are classes that have come down above and classes that have not left yet. They are blocked at the stairs for a long time and do not move at all.
Jiang Yao simply put down the chair and sat down: "Che Che, sit together, save your energy, and strive to take the first place in the afternoon relay."
Yin Che ignored him.
Han Meng thought it was interesting to see the interaction between the two of them. In addition, Yin Che took the initiative to talk to him last time, and his impression changed a bit, so he joined the conversation boldly: "Jiang Yao, are you embarrassed? No one has a beta."
"He's standing with sore legs for a while and then he knows I'm doing it for him."
Yin Che looked away in disdain, wanted to stay away from this person, and took a step back. Suddenly my knee was hit by something hard, and I almost knelt down on one knee, kneeling halfway to stabilize my body.
Jiang Yao raised his hand: "You don't have to do this great gift."
"… roll."
Yin Che turned his head and looked behind him. A tall and strong boy was standing behind him holding a chair, very close to him.
"I'm sorry, I was careless."
There was no apology in the tone of voice and the look on his face.
Han Meng frowned: "Rong Wei, what do you mean?"
"It doesn't make any sense, I said it accidentally." Rong Wei cut off, "I'll stay away, really."
After speaking, he dragged his chair and retreated to the back of his class.
After listening to their conversation, Jiang Yao realized, "You were just hit by him?"
Yin Che: "You react really fast."
"… "
Han Meng's frowning brows still didn't loosen: "He must have done it on purpose, and he might even come to make trouble."
Yin Che: "Who is he?"
The second time he took the initiative to talk to him, Han Meng's mood was still a little shaken, but he was much calmer than the first time, and he didn't stutter when he replied: "Don't you know him? Rong Wei from Class 4, one of the four Dharma protectors, A lot of people should know it."
Yin Che is obviously not one of many people: "I don't know, have I provoke him?"
Jiang Yao smiled: "Shouldn't you ask yourself this?"
Yin Che: "There are so many people who see me unhappy. Do I have to know them? I don't have the spare time."
Han Meng: "..."
This is so arrogant, he doesn't know how to answer.
Jiang Yao was overjoyed, and clapped his hands in praise: "As expected of us are Cheche."
"Jiang Yao, don't laugh, you have provoked him too." Han Meng was worried when she saw how heartless they were, "Tang Shasha remember? You two brought her down together and let her remember it Although the leader Zhang did not disclose the details, several of our student cadres knew that it was the two of you who testified. Rong Wei has always liked Tang Shasha, can he not hate you two? "
Jiang Yao: "Remember hatred, remember hatred, what else can he do? At most, he does small things. If he dares to play big, I will..."
Han Meng: "Just what?"
Just take advantage of the dark and windy night to put on a sack and drag it to the school grove, beat him up, and make Rong Wei become impotent.
"Just looking for a teacher, what else can I do?" Jiang Yao smiled, white teeth, harmless to humans and animals.
"Even small movements are quite troublesome. Like just now, I find you unhappy from time to time. How uncomfortable? If you are upset and beat him, he may slander your first hand." Han Meng said this When he spoke, his eyes kept glancing at a certain irritable beta, "So you must be calm and don't fight casually."
His worry seemed to be too much, and Yin Che behaved quite calmly. I patted my pants, like nothing happened.
The Sports Committee took everyone down the stairs finally, reached the playground, and found the position of their class. On the left side of the playground, there was a shady place.
Zhang Ke said happily: "This year is so good. Last year, I was tanned by two degrees. After covering it for a winter, I came back in vain. This year, I can finally watch the tea eggs on the opposite side. Hahaha."
Yang Yile said weakly: "That... According to the trajectory of the sun's movement, it will be our turn to bask in the afternoon... "
Zhang Ke: "..."
After all the students are almost seated, the phalanx of each class will line up to prepare for the entrance ceremony. Looking around, a group of classes in fancy clothes, some wearing ancient costumes with folding fans, some wearing gold chains and sunglasses, and some all-girls bigwigs, how to attract attention, obviously not for ranking, but for the rare freedom in this place. Let go at all times and enjoy the unscrupulousness of youth.
Han Meng regretted: "I just said that our rabbit ears are not bursting, it is too ordinary, otherwise I will change into a bunny girl now, I will bring it, it should be able to regain a city..."
Chen Yingying held him down: "I knew you fucking wanted to wear it yourself."
"I'm here for the honor of the class!"
"No." Chen Yingying refused ruthlessly, and threw the rabbit ear headband to him, "Put it on quickly, Lao Wu asked me to take a group photo to decorate the class garden."
Han Meng had no choice but to put on the headband aggrieved and took off his jacket, revealing the same cute pink sweater inside.
Jiang Yao also took off his school uniform jacket, picked up the headband and put it on his head. Halfway through wearing it, it suddenly got stuck: "Oh, it seems that my hair is tangled, it hurts, Cheche, you help me see!"
Yin Che drank the mineral water calmly: "Let you have such long bangs."
"It really hurts! I can't take it down, I'll go, quick, help me see where I'm stuck."
"It's annoying." Yin Che twisted the cap on the bottle and leaned over, "Take your hand away, let me see—"
Jiang Yao took off his rabbit ears with lightning speed and put them on his head.
"… "
"Well, it really fits." Jiang Yao nodded with satisfaction.
Yin Che squeezed the mineral water bottle in his hand, and the water splashed into the air.
"Jiang—Yao—"
"Crack!" The shutter sounded.
The splashed water droplets reflected brilliant and dazzling light under the sunlight, which was frozen in mid-air and also in the photo.
shining.
The entrance ceremony of Class 1 finally won the fifth place in the grade, and Han Meng threatened to take the first place next year, even if it was famous in the history of the school.
After the entrance ceremony, the sports meeting officially began.
Guo Zhixiong handed out a number plate to each student who had a competition event, which was actually an A4 piece of paper, with the numbers written on with a black marker, and then pinned to the clothes on the back.
The relay ran in the afternoon, Jiang Yao was not in a hurry, watched the other students go to the battlefield one by one, and asked him at the same table: "Would you like to go and see? Han Meng will run a thousand in a while, and the time to witness the miracle has come."
Yin Che raised a newly opened bottle of mineral water at him: "Don't talk to me today."
"I'm just kidding, I didn't meet you, why are you angry." Jiang Yao didn't know how to repent, "I don't mind wearing rabbit ears, but you little b is a burden."
Yin Che squeezed the mineral water bottle in his hand and raised his eyebrows to look at him.
Force one more sentence, and then throw you.
Jiang Yao understood the signal and didn't want to go back to the dormitory to change his clothes, so he didn't provoke him again.
Before setting off, Han Meng made a lot of rhetoric, "Let you see the mighty power of Master Han", "The school grass is going to give way today", he said as if he won the first place, but he only took the sixth place, or He was supported by the sports committee and the monitor.
Chen Yingying: "The standard ending, no surprise, what about practicing for a week?"
Han Meng was panting like a donkey, his face was pale, his hair was disheveled, and he couldn't take care of the image of a delicate and handsome man: "I'm... practicing for a week... every day... running two hundred meters... five days... no... one Kilometers…”
Guo Zhixiong: "Fuck, can you count like this? Your physical education is taught by a math teacher, right?"
"I... vomit!"
"Fuck it! Who has a garbage bag! Hurry up! My pants ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Damn, I'll let you do what you can, you have to be brave! Zhang Ke quickly throw a bottle of mineral water over here!"
…
The noisy morning passed in the blink of an eye.
In the afternoon, the cool and cool place of class 1 turned into a sun-bathing hell just as Yang Yile said.
The temperatures in late October weren't too hot, but prolonged exposure to direct sunlight was a bit overwhelming. Umbrellas are not allowed in the school, for fear of poking their faces and causing danger. Students can only wear school uniforms and coats over their heads, and roll up their sleeves all the time. There are more and more popsicle sticks and ice drink bottles in the trash can. more.
Jiang Yao also put on his school uniform, but he didn't roll up his sleeves. He was wondering if it would be a little strange to attract the attention of his classmates. He turned around and saw that he didn't even take off his jacket at the same table. Above the neckline, only a small half of the white neck and a cold little face are exposed.
"Aren't you hot?"
Yin Che shook his head, his attitude was a little more friendly than in the morning.
I don't mind, Jiang Yao doesn't care about him anymore. When it came time for the official game, Yin Che still didn't take off his jacket, holding the number plate in his backhand, trying hard not to get behind him.
Jiang Yao couldn't understand this confusing operation: "Can you just take off your coat and don't go up?"
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't help."
Do you want him to help, or do you want him to help
Jiang Yao finally decided that it was the former.
"Give it to me, brat, I know you want brother to help, can you be more frank next time?"
Yin Che didn't speak, and when he finished, he said, "Thank you."
The four classes in the relay race competed together, starting with the men's group from classes 1 to 4, and each class was basically alpha. There were only a few alphas in Class 1, and Han Meng did not report for the relay after 1000 meters. In the end, three alphas and one beta were selected.
Although that beta is not voluntary.
Yin Che stood on the track of his own class, and before he started running, he frightened the competitors of the other classes next to him, and gathered together and whispered:
"Fuck, that's Yin Che? Didn't he never participate in such activities?"
"I'm so flustered. If I run faster than him for a while, will he beat me?"
"It's not easy to beat you, maybe his dad will sue the principal and find any reason to drop you out of school."
"So scary?? I dare not run away..."
But no matter how scared, the gunshots at the starting point still rang.
The first student galloped like a wild horse, handing over the baton to the second. The second of Class 1 is Guo Zhixiong, that is not a wild horse, but a wild bear. The output depends on roar, roaring and sprinting forward, raising dust all the way.
Jiang Yao stood in the last position, watching the second player quickly approaching the third one, his eyes shifted to his tablemate, and suddenly found that the player in class 4 next to Yin Che was a little familiar.
Take a closer look, isn't this fucking Rong Wei
An ominous premonition rose from the bottom of my heart.
The second handover was completed, and the competition gradually entered its climax. The students on the side of the track became more and more excited. A hundred meters away, Chen Yingying could be heard shouting with rage: "Come on!!! Come on, Yin Che!!!! "
The other students were a little afraid to shout at first, but after listening to the class leader taking the lead in shouting, they let go of their courage. It was the first time to cheer for this classmate who had never communicated before:
"Come on, Yoon Che!!!"
"Take the first place!!!"
"You're the best!!!"
They were a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old hot-blooded middle-aged teenagers. A good brother is a part of the class and the hope of the whole class.
Yin Che also lived up to expectations. His speed was amazing. He quickly pulled back the gap left by Guo Zhixiong, the second player. Less than ten meters away, Jiang Yao could already clearly see the smile that could not be hidden in the eyes of his deskmate.
However, in the next second, Yin Che fell.
Amidst the exclamations and breaths of the surrounding students, the tripped Yin Che slammed heavily on the plastic track, rolled out two laps due to inertia, and scratched his skin when the palm of his hand was on the ground, and immediately saw blood.
The bright and tragic red stabbed Jiang Yao's pupils to shrink.
Before the classmates in Class 1 could react, Yin Che had already propped himself up, his face was gray, he raised his hand and threw the baton directly at someone who was standing still three or four meters away:
"Why are you standing still! Run!"
The players from the other three classes have already taken the fourth, and the fastest has already run more than ten meters. No matter how hard they work, they will definitely be at the bottom.
Chen Yingying's eyes reddened anxiously: "What are you running for!" She wanted to help Yin Che, but there were so many people in front of her that she couldn't rush out for a while.
The baton spun quickly in the air for a few times and passed over the heads of everyone. Suddenly, a hand stretched out, cut it off in the air, held it firmly, and the veins on the back of the hand stretched.
The person who caught it took a deep breath, turned, and stepped.
A strong autumn wind swept through.
"… "
There was silence at the end, and the referee bit his whistle and forgot to blow it.
Zhang Ke opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a long time, suddenly like a dream: "What did I just see... Is that the speed of a person?"
Chen Yingying was also stunned: "Is he possessed by something..."
After three or four seconds, the referee finally came to his senses, glanced at the stopwatch, raised his head, hesitated, looked down at the stopwatch again, and made sure he was right.
"9 seconds... 98, 9 seconds 98!"
It is unheard of for a high school student to sprint 100 meters for 10 seconds.
"My mother... broke the school record??"
"Actually ran faster than Yin Ze..."
"Who is this person? Which class?"
"I ran so fast that I couldn't see my face, but it was so fierce that I was really moved..."
Yin Che sat on the spot, slightly startled.
Seeing that his same table ran to the finish line without stopping for half a second, he immediately turned around and ran back, as if in the blink of an eye, Jiang Yao stopped in front of him and squatted down: "I'll carry you to the infirmary, come up. "
Yin Che swallowed: "No, I..."
"I'll let you up."
Jiang Yao's voice was cold and a little hoarse, like suppressing a wild beast. It was fierce and could not be rejected. It was Jiang Yao whom Yin Che had never seen before. It was a little strange and a little... scary.
He couldn't help but want to obey, and he raised his hand unexpectedly.
"Don't touch you, don't worry." Jiang Yao grabbed his wrist, pulled his shoulders, then picked up his knees, lifted him up, and carried him steadily. All the movements were done through the school uniform, without touching an inch of his skin.
Yin Che crouched on his back, not knowing when he left the playground or how the people around him viewed this scene. Only the broad shoulders of the person in front of him and the muscles of the neck and shoulders were tightened by force.
And his arms around Jiang Yao's neck.
This scene inexplicably made him flustered, the frequency stalled, he dared not look at it again, and looked up at the vast sky.
The autumn is high and crisp, and above the blue sky, two white clouds are slowly gathering together with the help of the wind.