As a man of mountains and seas, Ji Xingling's men's 1500 meters will certainly not lack audiences. Lin Jing originally wanted to wait for him to finish running near the finish line, but the stands were crowded with people, and he couldn't squeeze in for a long time. In the end, Niu Weidong saw him wandering back and forth three or four times below, as if he was very homeless, so he opened his mouth to pick him up. Carried to the front row.
Ning Fangfei also made a cheering flag, and Marxism-Leninism squeezed over and sat next to her with two glasses of Coke: "I finally understand why I have to reserve a seat in advance every year on the 15th. These little girls, how can I come to see you?" Those who participated in the competition were clearly here to chase stars, and the screaming at the sign-in desk made me almost deaf."
Coincidentally, the runners who ran 1500 in each class this time seemed to be quite handsome, just standing there in a row was very eye-catching. Ge Hao led a few boys to hang up the cheering banner, which was still the same series as Shanhu Tsunami, but the font was more than doubled on the original basis. In the words of Mr. Li, this is called the first to win an overwhelming victory in terms of area.
There are a few girls in the front row who often go to concerts and have a complete set of star chasing tools. This time they came directly with binoculars. Lin Jing adjusted the focal length of his mobile phone for a long time, and found that the equipment was indeed not as good as others, so he brazenly called him: "Student, can you lend me a use?"
Others should not be able to do it, but if the handsome guy comes out, everything is easy to talk about.
Five seconds later, Teacher Xiaolin successfully harvested the telescope × 1.
After finishing the warm-up exercise, Ji Xingling turned his head and glanced at the auditorium in the distance, and saw Lin Jing standing beside Niu Weidong, looking at this side with a telescope. Push it to make a standard smiley face.
Lin Jing: "..."
Ge Hao squeezed to his side: "Brother Lin, what are you looking at, you are smiling so happily."
"Huh? It's nothing." Lin Jing returned the binoculars to the school girl in the front row, "Have the banners been hung?"
"It's ready, but it's a pity that the stands are not enough, otherwise we can stretch another five meters," Ge Hao handed him a small paper flag, which was specially made by the girls in the class for the 1,500-meter race. It was made of cherry blossom pink paper Printed with a Q-version portrait of Ji Xingling, he is cool and flirtatious, with a crooked mouth, super cute.
Lin Jing looked around and saw the same pink flags everywhere, and the girls almost always had one - Wang Hongyu was very generous in this matter, and even approved a part of the class fee, but it was true, after all, the cost of a single flag was less than Twenty-five cents, a few hundred yuan can be exchanged for the shocking effect of cheering for the whole audience. In the video materials, it seems that Class One of the second year of high school is very respectable, and it is a good business that can make money without losing money.
The starting gun is fired, and the game officially begins.
The buddies in the front row may have been temporarily pulled to make up the numbers. They have no experience in long-distance running. Panic. Ji Xingling belongs to the unaffected group. He has been walking at his own pace, staying at the bottom of the first echelon without rushing. When he passed by the stands of Class 1 of Senior Secondary Class on the first lap, he was even in the mood to fly to the audience in the front row eyes. Surrounded by screams, Lin Jing pressed the shutter with his thumb, accurately freezing the young master's arrogance for a moment. The young man on the screen was in high spirits, the sun just passed by the tip of his hair, casting a semicircular brilliant halo there, his eyes were slightly squinted, his smile was a little snarky, and more Invincible handsome.
"Ji Xingling, come on and run!" Marx and Lenin also yelled, "You, Teacher Ning, are going to cry!"
The students around laughed in unison, and Ning Fangfei didn't laugh out of anger, and simply sat down beside Wang Hongyu with a cup.
In such a youthful and passionate environment, even a calm adult will be hooked with a little cute childishness.
In the last 200 meters, Ji Xingling began to sprint towards the finish line. He ran very relaxed. It seemed that he didn't have much effort, but he flew all the way like the wind, and he ran like a Qilin clan enveloping lightning. The red color The class uniform was like a fire burning wantonly in the sun, igniting the roar of the whole stand. Song Tao and a few boys stood outside the track and almost missed him.
"Brother Xing is super A!" The cheers were loud, and the pink flag flew all over the sky—but you had to pick it up again after flying. One is that contemporary students can't throw it around like this, and the other is that this flag is definitely a limited edition. Money, the other school wants it but has not yet, so it is worth taking it back and cherishing it with high school memories.
Lin Jing also stuffed Xiaoqi into his schoolbag, and was just about to follow the big team to watch the stage, when Niu Weidong stopped him and asked him, "How are you getting ready to dribble?"
"..."
Lin Jing's mind is currently full of super-burning images of Ji Xingling when he crossed the line, and he almost forgot that there is still a bad sports meeting, and he can't say it directly, so he can only perfunctory in a student-style way: "I have practiced a few times, it should be similar. "
Niu Weidong was very satisfied with the answer: "For comparison, there are teachers from other schools coming to observe this time. You must fully demonstrate the good spirit of our Shanhai students."
Lin Jing:
The surrounding students also followed:
Yu Yizhou thought in surprise, what the hell is there to observe
But maybe the previous generation had some good filters for the "fun sports meeting". Anyway, according to Niu Weidong, there are quite a lot of teachers from foreign schools.
On the runway, Ji Xingling jogged for another distance before gradually stopping. There were people around to help relax the muscles, some helped to pass water, and more people cheered at the top of their voices. Lin Jing took his school uniform and ran down the stands, intending to send it in, but saw that Song Tao had helped find a sportswear, so he didn't join in the fun. Young Master Ji caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, and was immediately a little unhappy. After the crowd dispersed, he came over and hooked Mr. Xiao Lin's shoulder: "Hey, why don't you congratulate me?"
Lin Jing replied: "There are so many people, we can't squeeze in."
"Then I'll give you a chance now." Ji Xingling took the school uniform from him, and emphasized while putting it on, "Except for 'You are amazing', I am almost on the verge of PTSD, do you know?"
"You actually said the order of PTSD correctly, that's amazing."
"..." Forget it, it's cuter for you to shut up.
The collar of Ji Xingling's school uniform was turned in a little bit. Lin Jing, who served him well, helped him pull it out and fix it. Then he asked very naturally: "One thousand five is over, are you going home now? Goodbye then."
"What are you kidding, how could I miss your funny dribble."
"... Ji Xingling."
"what?"
"Do you want to go to an Internet cafe to play games now?"
"You'd better save some effort to dribble."
"..."
The two were talking, and a group of people walked past beside them, dressed like fucking Teletubbies, colorful and round. Lin Jing asked curiously: "There will be a closing performance later?"
"I don't know." Ji Xingling stopped the person behind him, "Jia Fei, is there going to be a performance in your class?"
"No show." The boy who was stopped was laughing so much that his stomach ached, "It's fun to dribble the ball and unify the costumes. Teacher Zhao's idea. It happened that there were ready-made clothes left over from the school art festival last time, so I borrowed them, Brother Xing I'm going first."
Lin Jing:
Lin Jing turned around and asked, "Do you still have this dress?"
Ji Xingling was puzzled: "Do you want to wear it?"
To be honest, Lin Jing really wanted to. Because the Teletubbies are equipped with complete equipment, from head to toe, it belongs to the kind that even your own father will not recognize after wearing it. It is perfect equipment to hide your head and face.
"Then you may not have a chance." Ji Xinglingle said, "The art festival in our class has always been attended by two girls, and at most I can only lend you a skirt."
"..." Teacher Xiaolin decided to shut up.
The only thing I can comfort myself is that "multiplayer dribbling" is already the least stupid of all interesting projects. It only needs two people back to back, arms hooked, and run 50 meters with the ball between them. Each team has six people, and the team that completes three sets of relays first will win.
Because the time of the multiplayer dribble game was postponed for one hour, it became the last event of this sports meeting—how can I say that there are more spectators, and the atmosphere is very joyful, just like Chinese New Year.
Ji Xingling asked, "Why are you silent all of a sudden?"
Lin Jing replied, "I'm trying to talk to Mr. Niu about transferring schools."
"Don't, you have to relax before the game." Ji Xingling embraced him and forcibly led him forward, "You're not stupid, you're so elegant, who's your partner? You have to choose someone of the same height."
"I don't know, I'm not interested, don't ask me."
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The group of Teletubbies in Class 5 had successfully caused the first round of laughter in the stands. Not to be outdone, Class 4 quickly went to the school gate to buy a batch of plastic masks, perhaps also wanting to follow the self-deceiving route of "you can't be ashamed if you can't see your face clearly". A group of idiots in the class seem to have drunk too much fake wine and are imitating basketball stars for a circle, but the audience is also very supportive, and spontaneously set off a wave of people. Lin Jing became even more depressed in an instant, even more depressed than Mr. Li standing on the relay track. I am going to compete with a group of people on the same stage. Can you be a little more normal.
Ji Xingling was also laughing, but what he was laughing at wasn't about the Teletubbies and the fake wine, but about Mr. Xiao Lin who was listless, and wanted to poke him from time to time. At this moment, Zheng Bufan was doing roll call, and asked wonderingly, "Where's Wang Shi?"
"It seems that I haven't seen him for the past two days, please ask for leave."
"But he signed up for multiple dribbles!" Zheng Bufan hurriedly called, but the other party was rather confused, "I had a cold the day before yesterday, so I asked Zhou Zhang to push me up. It was agreed, and he didn't look for you?"
Zheng Bufan: "..."
Zheng Bufan's voice trembled: "Besides Zhou Zhang, can you find someone else to replace you?"
"Zhou Zhang can't do it? Then I have to ask, when will it start?"
"ten minutes later."
"..."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Shi sent a few WeChat screenshots to prove that he had really discussed with the other party and that he did not release the pigeons from the class. But it's useless to have more screenshots at this time, and the screenshots can't be used to dribble. Zheng Bufan can only go to the stage and ask one by one to see who can come to fill this gap.
Lin Jing pushed the people around him: "Are you coming?"
Ji Xingling: "..."
You kinda know how to think.
"Come on Ji Xingling, please."
"Look, Zheng Bufan is going crazy."
"He's so poor."
"It happens that we are about the same height."
"Ok."
"Ji Xingling."
"The game is about to begin."
"Ji Xingling, I have no teammates."
There were many people around, Lin Jing leaned against the pillars under the stands, lowered his head slightly, his expression didn't change, even his mouth didn't move much, from a distance he was still a sunny, gentle, taciturn handsome guy, only his clothes were pulled tightly by him The young master, who couldn't walk away and was forced to listen to the incantation, was more emotionally broken. In fact, some students in the stands were willing to come down at this time, but who is Teacher Xiaolin, since he made up his mind to drag people into the water, he would never miss the opportunity, so he pulled him forward and dragged Ji Xingling to the sign-in board front.
"Hold the pen!"
"I-"
Before the uncivilized language came out, Niu Weidong came out first, and said in a pleasant surprise: "Ji Xingling, are you dribbling with Lin Jing?"
The voice is so loud that it is worthy of being the teaching director of Shan Hai.
The scene was silent for three seconds, and then exploded again with a "boom".
"Brother Xing is awesome!"
"Brother Xing, come on!"
"Brother Xing is number one!"
Zheng Bufan was overjoyed, and hurried down the stands: "Brother Xing, do you want to dribble?"
Ji Xingling: "..."
Can I fucking say no.
"Brother Star!"
"Brother Lin!"
"Brother Star!"
"Brother Lin!"
There is a new combination of cheering in the auditorium.
Until he stood on the starting line, Ji Xingling was still in a dreamy state of confusion. Lin Jing held back his laughter, stood back to back, and lightly bumped the other side with the back of his head: "Hey, arm."
"..."