It can't be one meter or two.
Sang Zhi picked out the key words.
One meter two, no.
Reverse the order and connect again.
Not one meter two.
Sang Zhi was completely fascinated by the few words, and didn't notice what Sang Yan said to the person next to him, let alone what the person lying on his stomach looked like.
At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and although it was overcast under the tent, it was not cold, and the sultry temperature was everywhere. Her face was slightly red from the roast, and her mood was a little irritable, and she couldn't stand the inexplicable splash of dirty water.
"I'm not one meter two." Although Sang Zhi felt that he didn't need to confirm this, he couldn't help but care, "I'm one meter five or five, where am I not one meter two?"
"It's all one-five-five? Then this classmate, you look—" Sang Yan didn't care, and looked down at the list, "You're quite short."
"… "
"Okay, you have to say it in advance. Otherwise, it will be easy to misunderstand."
"… "
Could it be that she would say "I am 1.55 meters tall" when she sees someone
It's like showing off.
"Check for yourself if the number on the clothes matches the list." Afterwards, Sang Yan pushed the person next to her, "Don't sleep, come and do me a favor, brother."
The man who had been lying on his stomach moved twice before lifting his face from his arms.
Sang Zhi took advantage of the situation to look over.
The man looked sleepy, his eyes were half-squinted, and he seemed a little uncomfortable with the brightness. I haven't seen him every few months, his hair has grown a little longer, covering his eyebrows, and he has been sleeping a little messily. Her complexion was cold white, but her lips were as bright as rouge.
The evildoer-like is not gradual, and it is more and more seductive.
Duan Jiaxu sat up slowly, leaning back, as if he couldn't sleep, and replied lazily, "Huh?"
Sang Zhi stared at him for two seconds, her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly retracted her gaze, pretending she didn't see it. She found something for herself to do, and according to Sang Yan's words, she found her name and number on the list on the table.
0155.
Sang Zhi looked down at the number on her chest, and then said to Sang Yan, "That's right."
"Your number is quite interesting." Sang Yan said casually, "as if the whole world would not know about you."
Sang Zhi was not happy: "I didn't choose this myself."
Hearing the conversation between the two, Duan Jia Xu lifted his drooping eyelids. Noticing Sang Zhi and the clothes she was wearing, he raised his eyebrows, and most of the sleepiness disappeared instantly.
Then, suddenly laughed.
Sang Zhi heard the sound and looked.
I saw him staring at the clothes on his body, lowering his chin and smiling, his smile undisguised. The meaning is particularly obvious, that is, he is blatantly mocking her clothes.
This reaction made Sang Zhi immediately think of the class uniform that her grandmother probably didn't want to wear. Her ears grew hot, took a deep breath, and walked to the side angrily.
Duan Jia Xu could still faintly be heard saying with a low smile, "Your sister's aesthetics are not bad."
"… "
Now it is also popular to form a team by bullying the small.
two! old! male! people!
Sang Zhi simply pretended not to know them.
She stayed with the girls in her class who also participated in the long jump, and waited for them to match the names and numbers of the contestants.
The girl's name is Cen Rui, and her personality is relatively quiet. At this time, she seemed to feel a little bored, so she took the initiative to say: "Sang Zhi, do you know those two brothers?"
Sang Zhi reluctantly nodded: "But I'm not familiar with it."
"How did you meet?" Cen Rui was curious, "It seems to be a lot different from our age."
"My mother's friend." Sang Zhi casually said nonsense.
"what?"
"My mother likes to dance square dance, they often dance together." Sang Zhi said, "Occasionally invite them to my house for dinner, and I know each other."
The words "square dance" and "frequently dance together" seemed to strike Cen Rui's head like a thunderbolt, and she asked incredulously: "You mean square dance? Like "The Beautiful Seven Fairies"? "
Sang Zhi said without changing his face, "Yes."
"That's still..." Cen Rui's expression was indescribable, she choked out a sentence, "It's quite trendy."
"It's alright." Her reaction made Sang Zhi feel instantly relieved, "It seems that everyone at this age likes to dance this way."
"… "
Soon, Sang Yan called their group to draw lots and arrange the order of the game.
Sang Zhi picked one at random, and was assigned to the penultimate one.
There were three inspectors, besides Sang Yan and Duan Jiaxu, there was another woman. They wore uniform black short sleeves and uniform white hats.
After the inspection was completed, they took the contestants to the competition venue.
Sang Zhi actually couldn't believe it.
Although she knew that Nanwu University would have students as volunteers, it seemed to her that Sang Yan and Duan Jiaxu would sign up.
She didn't want to be laughed at by the two of them, and walked behind with Cen Rui.
Bring them to the playing field, and the task of the inspector is complete.
Sang Zhi gradually relaxed and prayed for them to leave quickly. Just after eleven o'clock, the sun became more and more violent, and she squatted down and hid under the shadow of the person next to her.
Not long after, someone suddenly put a hat on her head.
Sang Zhi was stabbed by the sun and couldn't open her eyes, so she subconsciously raised the brim of her hat and raised her head.
Noticing the person in front of her, her expression froze.
When he looked away, he saw another person standing beside him. The thing she prayed for just now didn't come true, neither of the two left, and now they're coming to the door.
Duan Jia Xu squatted in front of her, her hair pale in the sunlight. He tilted his head slightly, put his arms on his knees, and said with a half-smile, "Xiao Sangzhi is wearing a bit beautiful today."
Sang Zhi ignored him.
Sang Yan stood beside him, with a camera out of nowhere in his hand. In the next second, he aimed at Sang Zhi and said, "It's time to go to the beauty pageant."
"Brother!" Sang Zhi's eyes widened, "Why did you take pictures?"
"My parents asked me to take the photo." Sang Yan bent down slightly and brought the camera closer, "Okay, kid, I'm dressed like Miss Hong Kong today."
"I haven't said that you are dressed like Popeye today," Sang Zhi immediately jumped up and grabbed his camera, listening to the mockery in his words, "Don't take pictures! I don't see you taking pictures when I usually look good!"
"Is that so?" Sang Yan raised her hand high with foresight, and asked humbly, "When will you look good, tell your brother if it's okay, or you won't know about it."
"… "
Sang Zhi wanted to jump up, but he immediately held his head down.
Can't move.
She felt like she was about to explode, but she was so suppressed by him that she couldn't move, and there was nothing she could do. Sang Zhi endured her temper and said, "Brother, I won't take it anymore."
Sang Yan's hand still did not let go.
Sang Zhi continued her efforts and said, "You can continue filming, it's alright."
She was really in so much pain.
Originally, Sang Yan went to college, which was something she was thankful for and worthy of gratitude. Unexpectedly, she would have to endure Sang Yan's torture during school.
As if she didn't hear her words, Sang Yan raised the corners of her eyes slightly, still maintaining her original movement: "Didn't I pat it well?"
"..." Sang Zhi couldn't take it anymore and threatened, "I'll tell Dad if you do this again."
"Okay, go and file a complaint." Sang Yan said indifferently, "I'll be home for a long time."
Stalemate for a moment.
Duan Jiaxu also squatted by the side and watched for a while. Not long after, he stood up and ripped Sang Yan's hand away from Sang Zhi's head, with a hint of mockery in his words: "Can you stop bullying my sister?"
Sang Yan: "?"
Although I know that this person is no better than Sang Yan.
But with thighs to hug, Sang Zhi hid behind him very shamelessly, and said arrogantly, "Did you hear me, my brother told you to stop bullying me."
Sang Yan stared at the two of them for a long time and felt absurd: "Who is your brother?"
She pointed at Duan Jiaxing of course.
"Okay, brother." Sang Yan put down the camera in his hand, and seemed to think that the deal was a good deal, and his expression became happy, "I'll send it to you."
Unconsciously, it was Sang Zhi's turn to play the order.
In terms of sports, Sang Zhi is not really good at anything, but after weighing it, he still thinks that the long jump is easier. She simply chose this one.
This is the first time Sang Zhi has participated in the school sports competition.
Originally, she didn't feel nervous, and thought about leaving after the dance. Sang Zhi didn't think about whether or not he could get the ranking.
But now inexplicably two more people are looking at her.
Sang Zhi slowly exhaled.
She stood on the runway, glanced forward at the jumper, and estimated in her mind how many steps she would run. Soon, Sang Zhi listened to the referee's orders and began to run forward.
When he was one meter away from the jumping line, Sang Zhi stopped for a while and continued to run. As if afraid of hitting the line, she glanced out of the corner of the eye, stood accurately in front of the jumper, and jumped forward with all her strength.
The world was quiet, and there was only the whirring of the wind around.
After a few seconds, the referee came over with a ruler to measure the distance, with a careful and serious look: "0155, the first score was 0.0-0.5 meters."
"… "
Sang Zhi could faintly hear the people beside him laughing. As if she didn't hear it, she scratched her head: "Do you still want to dance?"
Referee: "Two more jumps."
Sang Zhi didn't want to dance anymore, but he couldn't break the rules of the competition: "Oh."
Duan Jia Xu, who was standing beside the crowd watching, felt amused, his shoulders trembled slightly, "What's wrong with your sister? Run so fast to the jumping line, then stop and stand for a long jump?"
"This brat is vigilant and timid." Sang Yan recorded the scene just now on the camera, and pulled the corners of his lips, "I guess he is afraid of falling."
For the second time, Sang Zhi still painted the scoop according to the gourd.
But it made some progress, this time jumping 0.8 meters.
When she passed by Sang Yan, she heard him applaud and encouraged him very intimately: "This jump is far, and it is not as long as I can walk a step."
"… "
Chen Mingxu just came over to watch the game. Seeing Sang Zhi's inactive look, he taught her a lesson and asked her to dance well for the last time.
Even if you don't have the ability to jump long, you have to jump well.
attitude decides everything.
Under the double stimulation of Chen Mingxu and Sang Yan.
Sang Zhi pursed her lips. She didn't know who she was competing with, so she decided to make a good result this time to impress them. She adjusted her breath and ran forward slowly.
Start accelerating in the middle.
Jump five centimeters from the jumper and land on the bunker. Then, just like the picture she'd made up a thousand times in her head, one of them didn't stand firm, and Sang Zhi's ankle sag, and her body leaned forward.
Sang Zhi subconsciously stretched out her hands to support her, and her hands rubbed against the sand, causing pain. Then, the whole person fell into the sand pit.
A volunteer came over immediately and wanted to help her up: "Are you alright?"
Sang Zhi was so painful that her tears fell uncontrollably, and he hissed, but did not cry, and said reluctantly, "No, it's okay."
Ankle hurts so badly that Sang Zhi struggled for a long time, but couldn't stand up.
This situation caught everyone by surprise.
Sang Yan and Duan Jiaxu hurried over, even Chen Mingxu, who was watching not far away, ran over.
Duan Jiaxu's distance was even closer. He first ran to Sang Zhi's side, squatted down, grabbed her arm, but didn't make much effort: "Can you stand up?"
Sang Zhi began to regret her truthfulness. Compared with the pain, what made her feel more ashamed was falling a dog and eating shit in front of everyone's eyes. She lowered her head and shook her head.
Sang Yan grabbed her other arm and frowned, "Why don't you continue to stand and jump long?"
Only then did Sang Zhi cry, aggrieved to death: "You are not laughing at me."
The two of them pulled her up together.
Sang Yan squatted down: "Come up and apply some medicine."
Chen Mingxu watched from the side, feeling a little guilty: "Sang Zhi, are you alright? The teacher shouldn't have told you that, if I knew you would dance like that, I'd love to participate..."
Sang Zhi climbed onto Sang Yan's back, with tears still in her eyes, she held back her cry and said, "It's alright..."
Her appearance made Chen Mingxu feel more guilty. He turned his head and wanted to say something, but suddenly noticed Duan Jia Xu who was standing beside him: "Brother Sang Zhi? Why are you here?"
"Ah, I remember." Chen Mingxu began to ramble, "You seem to have told me last time that you are studying at Nanwu University, right? I'm really sorry, I didn't take good care of your children..."
After he finished speaking, he noticed Sang Yan who was carrying Sang Zhi, and was stunned: "Who is this?"
Sang Zhi's scalp tightened.
Her thoughts drifted to the time she called her parents half a year ago. The pain seemed insignificant at this moment, and a huge sense of guilt and fear enveloped her.
how to answer
Saying that he is Sang Yan, is her brother, then all the lies will be seen through, and she will definitely be finished.
Or that he was her brother's friend
Then why is he carrying her on her back, it's very strange.
Seeing that Sang Zhi was so nervous, Duan Jiaxu also thought of something and just wanted to speak.
The next moment, Sang Zhi tightened the grip on Sang Yan's neck, as if to strangle him or to block his next words. Her head was blank, her words were completely thoughtless, and she spit out two words like a broken jar.
"dad."
Sang Yan immediately turned his head: "?"
Pain and tension catalyzed Sang Zhi's tears, which fell down. She sniffed and choked when she spoke: "Teacher, this, this is my father..."
"… "
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