There are three groups left.
"It's our time again," said the long braid.
"again… "
Finally, before Zhang Ninglang, Li Xingmin staggered and withdrew from the competition unwillingly but helplessly. The girl with a small waist looked at him with a smile and said, "It's okay, we are already very good, and, thank you for your hard work."
With gentle words, soft words, and a charming smile, Li Xingmin was going crazy with excitement.
Only then did people realize that there were only two groups of people left on the court, and the relatively thin Zhang Ninglang was still on the court.
"Dark horse?!"
Almost most of the people are happy for Zhang Ninglang, and even some students are a little excited because he was not favored at the beginning because of his thinness, so he can persist until now when he is basically treated equally in the second half, everyone is inexplicable especially happy.
In fact, most of the time, when there is no interest involved, people are always happy to see the weak counterattack.
"Second place, very good."
That's what everyone thinks and says, including the long braids.
The reason for this is because of the other group of people on the field, the freshman boy is tall and burly, with muscles all over his body, and he has been relatively stable since the beginning of the game...
Zhang Ninglang can't win, this seems to be a consensus.
"However, not being able to win is enough."
That's what other people think and say.
But Zhang Ninglang wanted to win, maybe he didn't want to win, he didn't have to be the number one, but he didn't want to stop, as he said, he could persevere, no matter how heavy or tired...
It took him a lot of effort to muster up the courage to fight this time, as long as he still has a little bit of strength, he will never give up.
A game in the eyes of others is an important self-suggestion in the heart of Zhang Ninglang, who has just experienced shrinking and hesitation, and finally mustered up the courage to stand up.
"Woo." The tall boy whistled.
Zhang Ninglang turned his head.
"Continue? Senior." The boy asked with a smile.
"En." Zhang Ninglang nodded and said simply.
"That's it."
After the boy finished speaking, he moved first, came three quick, almost elastic squats and stood up, then jumped up and glanced at Zhang Ninglang.
At this time, no one shouted "radish squat", and the mentally handicapped game became a silent duel between two men.
At least Zhang Ninglang was silent but tenacious.
Squat down and stand up.
Squat down and stand up.
Squat down and stand up.
Simple movements, three times, each of Zhang Ninglang's movements seemed slow and difficult, but he didn't do anything perfunctory. When he stood up for the last time, he staggered slightly, almost losing his balance...
Amid the exclamation, Zhang Ninglang gritted his teeth, pushed forward with one leg, and resisted firmly.
He turned the feeling of this retarded little game on its head.
Now, everyone feels as if they are watching the last lap of a 10,000-meter race in a sports meeting, and the one who is gritting his teeth on the track is the silent classmate they usually ignore.
There was thunderous applause.
"I guess my little brother is reluctant to let it go. You guys don't know how slippery my hands are, how elastic and soft my back feels...the aftertaste is endless..."
Li Xingmin said with a wretched face.
"Get out. You think everyone is the same as you." A girl in the same class in the front row turned around and said angrily, "Look at my little brother's hands."
With this reminder, many people noticed that Zhang Ninglang put his arms through the legs of the girl with long braids, but his hands did not touch her thighs at all. Unlike many people holding her thighs, his hands passed through the legs. In front of him, clenched his fists.
"He has been like this from the beginning to now." The female classmate said.
On the stage, the tall boy frowned, took a deep breath, squatted up three times extremely quickly, and then showed a relaxed, indifferent expression. Xu Tingsheng discovered that his legs had actually started to shake.
"Hurry up and applaud him, louder and more enthusiastic."
"Why? He's fighting with my brother."
"Hold him up and make him embarrassed to slow down."
Xu Tingsheng told those around him, and the cheers for the tall boys almost broke the windows. Infected by the heroic cheers, the boy was emotional and excited.
"Senior, give up. You see, I'm still very relaxed." The boy said to Zhang Ninglang, bouncing around with the girl on his back.
Zhang Ninglang smiled.
squat down.
stand up.
Everyone can see that he has been extremely difficult, and he has to use all his strength for every distance, and the sweat keeps rolling down his face.
"Brother, forget it."
Except for a few in 602, many students in Chinese Class 2 began to persuade Zhang Ninglang, and the girls were especially distressed.
"Senior, let's not compare, shall we?"
The long braid said on Zhang Ninglang's back, her voice was already a little unnatural, she wanted to struggle, to get down...
At the beginning, she insisted on Zhang Ninglang taking the stage, she didn't care about winning or losing, she just wanted to play this game with him, and wanted to be carried by him, not other boys... Even if they were the first to be eliminated, it didn't matter.
Zhang Ninglang swayed, stood firm, and lifted the girl up.
The girl understood and stopped struggling.
The second time, squat down.
stand up.
"Hmm! Ah!"
Zhang Ninglang snorted for the first time, and to everyone's surprise, he stood up.
the third time.
People are no longer surprised, he still stood up. Every second, he seemed to fall... But after every second, he didn't fall, and he was unconsciously giving people the illusion that his thin body would never fall.
Xu Tingsheng suddenly remembered the first time they met, that little boy who was too shy to speak in front of Apple, that too shy Zhang Ninglang. "This, I have to tell Apple, a different little brother, I finally found my own little brother. Your cousin is not good at eight years old."
The tall boy didn't leave any gaps, and didn't even give everyone time to applaud. He still squatted down and stood up extremely quickly.
first.
the second time.
At least on the surface, everything looks smooth, and the speed has not slowed down at all.
The third time, the boy was exhausted when he got up, and his figure suddenly stopped... If he was playing steadily, he could have slowed down and started again. At this time, no one cares about the speed... But his speed is too fast, too fast... There is no buffer...
So, this time, he couldn't stop...
The boy fell straight down and sat down on the ground. Fortunately, he firmly hugged the girl on his back and was not injured.
There was no reaction at the scene.
"Is this a win?" Old Wai muttered.
The next moment, cheers: "Win! Brother won!"
The applause sounded, and people didn't seem to notice that they were so exaggeratedly excited about the victory of a small game.
In the applause, Zhang Ninglang turned his head and whispered to the long braid: "This is the first time I carry a girl. If you want, as long as I still have a little strength, I want to carry you forever."
The long braid said: "Senior, let's fall in love. I can't wait, I'm afraid others will find out your goodness."