It can't be that he is less than 1.2 meters tall.
Sang Chi picked out the key words.
One meter two, no.
Reverse the order and connect them again.
Less than 1.2 meters tall.
Sang Chi was completely attracted by those few words and didn't notice what Sang Yan said to the person next to him, nor did she notice what the person lying on the ground looked like.
The sun was shining brightly at this time. Although it was shady under the tent, it was not cold. The sultry temperature was everywhere. Her face was slightly red from being baked, and she was a little irritated. She couldn't stand the dirty water he had thrown at her for no reason.
"How am I less than 1.2 meters tall?" Although Sang Chi felt that he did not need to prove this, he still couldn't help but complain, "I am already 1.55 meters tall, how am I less than 1.2 meters tall?"
"It's all the same. Then this classmate, you look..." Sang Yan didn't care, lowered his eyes and flipped through the list, "You look quite short."
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"Okay, you have to tell me in advance next time. Otherwise it will be easy to be misunderstood."
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Does she have to say "I'm 1.55 meters tall" to everyone she meets
It's all done as if to show off.
"Check if the number on your clothes matches the list." Then, Sang Yan pushed the person next to him, "Don't sleep, come and help me, brother."
The person who had been lying down moved twice before raising his face from his arms.
Sang Chi looked over.
The man looked sleepy, his eyes half-closed, as if he was not used to the brightness. After not seeing him for a few months, his hair had grown longer, covering his eyebrows, and was a little messy from sleeping. His skin was a cool white, but his lips were so bright that they looked like rouge.
She looks even more charming as she does not get any more evil.
Duan Jiaxu sat up slowly, leaned back, looked like he was half asleep, and said lazily, "Yeah."
Sang Chi stared at him for two seconds, her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly looked away, pretending she hadn't seen it. She found something to do, and according to Sang Yan's instructions, she looked for her name and number on the list on the table.
0155.
Sang Zhi looked down at the number on his chest, and then said to Sang Yan, "It matches."
"Your number is quite interesting." Sang Yan said casually, "It's as if you're afraid that the whole world doesn't know about you."
Sang Zhi was unhappy: "This is not my choice."
Hearing the conversation between the two, Duan Jiaxu lifted his drooping eyelids. Noticing Sang Zhi and the clothes she was wearing, his eyebrows raised, and most of his sleepiness instantly disappeared.
Then, he suddenly laughed out loud.
Sang Chi heard the sound and looked over.
He stared at the clothes on her body, lowered his chin and smiled, his smile was not concealed at all. The meaning was particularly obvious, he was blatantly mocking her clothes.
This reaction reminded Sang Chi of the uniform she was wearing, which even her grandmothers probably wouldn't want to wear. Her ears started to feel hot, and she took a deep breath and walked to the side in anger.
Duan Jiaxu could faintly be heard laughing and saying, "Your sister's taste is pretty good."
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It is now popular to form teams to bully the weak.
Two old men
Sang Chi simply pretended not to know them.
She stayed with the girls in her class who were also participating in the long jump, waiting for them to finish checking the names and numbers of the athletes.
The girl's name is Cen Rui, and she is quite quiet. She seemed to be a little bored at this moment, so she took the initiative to ask, "Sang Zhi, do you know those two brothers?"