Molested, damn it.
This was Ye Orange's first reaction.
This is how it feels to be molested by a high school student who is much smaller than me.
Then, he developed a strange premonition.
As if a switch had been flipped, the thought intensified.
Lu Xiao doesn't mean that to him, does he
Not to mention how much I like it, at least a good impression cannot be deceived.
Ye Cheng stood in the corridor for a long time, motionless.
The cravings for teenage education and hormones were once again fighting in his head.
Lu Xiao propped her chin and looked at him through the glass window, her eyes sparkling.
The man just stood there coldly, as if he was thinking about something, his brows were furrowed, and he didn't look very good.
Did you add trouble to him
should be.
Lu Xiao hooked the corners of her lips, thinking indifferently.
Then worry about it.
A headache for him is better than a headache for him alone.
In a few days, the sports meeting kicked off.
The end of October is the season when the Southern Metropolis says it's hot or not.
Sometimes the sun makes people sweat profusely, and sometimes the autumn wind is rustling.
The students all changed into long-sleeved autumn school uniforms, red, black and black, with nameplates pinned to the outside.
With the cover of the coat, everyone usually wears their favorite short sleeves inside.
When it is hot, I take off my school uniform and wrap the cuffs around my waist. Many people like to do this.
Those boys and girls with long legs will also roll up their trousers a few times, trying their best to make themselves look different.
The sports department started to call for assembly early in the morning, and the sports committees of each class went to the playground in advance.
The students of class 20 came to the stands of their own class and sat down noisily.
Ye Cheng called a few boys to come over to help, moved two desks from the classroom, and placed them behind the boards of Class 20.
It took Jiang Jin a day to design the class card. It was almost enough to make a cartoon, but he just made it look like Van Gogh.
The brimming sunflowers spread their teeth and claws, clinging arrogantly to the three big characters of "Twenty Class". They seem to be a group of lively and youthful teenagers, but they unexpectedly fit the style of their class.
The life committee used the class fee to buy two boxes of Momo, as well as various snacks such as Snickers bars, chocolate, and glucose to replenish energy.
Since Hua Wangchun, as the teaching director, was going to preside over the opening ceremony on the rostrum, Ye Cheng could only shoulder the responsibility of managing the class.
While holding the roll call, he arranged for the people walking in the phalanx to gather.
In ten minutes, the phalanx team will enter the arena.
The sun gradually rose in the morning, and the temperature also rose a lot.
The plastic runway exudes a choking smell, and the playground is crowded with people.
Every class committee member relied on roaring to speak, and his voice became hoarse after shouting for a long time.
"The flag class come to the rostrum immediately! The flag class come to the rostrum immediately!"
"The team list of the phalanx in Class 11 is short, please fill it up as soon as possible!"
"Teacher Hua Wangchun, please come to the rostrum!"
All kinds of news are constantly being broadcast on the school radio, making people's brains buzzing.
After Ye Cheng finished handling the trivial matters, she temporarily handed over the class to the life committee members, and left with the phalanx.
Tan Xiaoqi reported for the women's 1,500-meter long-distance race, and stood side by side with him under the rostrum and waited.
The host’s clichéd and impassioned opening remark came from overhead: “Hello, teachers and students! The warm autumn wind is blowing on our cheeks, and we are bathed in warm sunshine. We gather here to welcome the 68th Sports Meeting of the 13th High School …”
Tan Xiaoqi was so hot that she fanned the wind with her hands desperately, and asked Ye Cheng, "Brother Cheng, why didn't Brother Xiao come with us?"
"He is in the national flag class, so he has to walk in the front." Ye Cheng replied casually.
Tan Xiaoqi looked at him and said tentatively, "Have you guys been having trouble these few days? It seems that you haven't seen him talking to him yet."
Ye Cheng said uncomfortably: "The seats are far apart, it's just inconvenient."
Ever since he was inexplicably molested that day, he always felt nervous whenever he saw Lu Xiao, so he deliberately didn't take the initiative to find him.
Lu Xiao also seemed a little embarrassed, and stopped sticking to him all the time. It's only occasionally that I come to him for advice when I have a problem I don't know.
Tan Xiaoqi said, "It's fine if we don't quarrel. In the basketball game in the afternoon, do you want to cheer him on?"
This afternoon is the grade-level basketball competition, and Lu Xiao only applied for the two events of long jump and basketball in the sports meeting.
Ye Cheng thought that she would be fine after running the three thousand meters anyway, so she nodded and said, "Yes, I will also call the rest of our class when the time comes."
"Okay! I'll be a cheerleader for Brother Xiao." Tan Xiaoqi said expectantly.
As the phalanx entered the arena, the sound of taking photos continued to be heard from the playground, and the flashing lights came on and off.
From far away, the group of girls taking pictures could be heard discussing.
"Damn, the leader of the national flag class is so handsome!"
"Wait a minute, zoom in and let me see, your hands were shaking too much just now."
"Isn't this the first brother? Help, don't you all know that he is the team leader? As expected of our school girl, he is so handsome!"
As soon as Tan Xiaoqi left the stage, she heard two girls covering their mouths and screaming.
"Ah, the senior is so handsome! Can I ask him for his contact information?"
"Go and go! But I feel like he should be quite playful, and he looks like a thieves."
"Really? I heard that he has never talked about a girlfriend. Could it be that he is still..."
The two huddled together and laughed.
Tan Xiaoqi couldn't stand listening anymore, she put her hips on her hips and said, "Hey, you freshman, what are you doing in the sophomore area?"
"Sister, don't get me wrong, we are referees." One of the girls with short hair said.
Another long-haired man curled his lips: "It's so fierce, so what's the matter here."
"Hehe, do you want the contact information of the leader of the national flag class?" Tan Xiaoqi looked at them sideways and said.
The short hair immediately became excited: "Senior sister, do you know him? Can you introduce him?"
Tan Xiaoqi sneered and said, "Give up your heart, he has a partner."
"How is it possible? The logistics department said he is single, okay?" the short-haired man blinked and asked doubtfully.
Tan Xiaoqi sneered: "Little sister, you are still too young. Just wait and see, his partner will come to cheer him on during the basketball game in the afternoon."
She flicked her nostrils triumphantly, raised her head and walked away.
Two girls:
"...what the hell, do you know what she's talking about?"
"I don't know, I'm speechless."
Throughout the morning, Ye Cheng was running around.
I was busy delivering water to the athletes and submitting manuscripts to the rostrum.
He was originally scheduled to write it, but he really had no time to think about it, so he handed it over to Yu Kun to write it.
The moment the announcer read it out, the entire Class 20 roared with laughter.
Lu Xiao, who was jumping long distance from a bunker, almost passed out with black eyes.
The announcer read impassionedly: "To Lu Xiao, the second most handsome school grass in Class 20, here I want to explain why he is the second most handsome, because... because the most handsome in my heart is someone else, his His math grades are better than mine... so I think he is the number one handsome."
Her voice gradually changed from firm to uncertain, but out of professional ethics, she bit the bullet and read on.
"The second handsome school grass, Lu Xiao, your eyes are like pitch-black iron tetroxide, your hair is like carbon dioxide flying in the sky, and your long legs are like the two tallest Metasequoia trees behind the cafeteria. May you …may you leap, may you rise to prosper, may you cross the… chasm of the bunker.”
The announcer couldn't read any more, and whispered, "Is this the manuscript written by the science class? Is it so nonsense?"
She forgot that she hadn't left the mic yet, and the sound spread throughout the playground through the radio.
There was a lot of laughter on the playground.
The companion looked at her in horror, while Hua Wangchun was running towards the rostrum on his short legs in the distance.
The referee at the side of the bunker almost fainted from laughter. Holding his breathless chest, he whistled symbolically: "No. 24, Lu Xiao. Come on, may you cross the chasm of the bunker!"
puff-
The onlookers laughed, louder and louder.
Lu Xiao squeezed her fist and her joints crackled.
——Ye Cheng is responsible for the draft of their class.
That's okay, Ganqing is trying to punish him.
No one is afraid, he has to run three kilometers in the afternoon.
We'll see when the time comes.
Lu Xiao decisively ran up and took off, and her vigorous figure flew out.
Sure enough, this leap successfully crossed the chasm of the bunker.
The flying sand brought up is scattered all over the sky, and the winner will be determined once.
Everyone applauded and applauded, the referee nodded repeatedly and said: "It seems that the championship is secure, and Class 20 is indeed full of talents."
After a morning of hard work, their class won two first places in the finals, two first places in the group stage, and five second and third places.
Overall, the results are very impressive.
When eating at noon, Ye Cheng deliberately ate a little less.
The first project in the afternoon is 3 kilometers. Eating too much is not easy to digest.
Compared with other shorter projects, the 3,000-meter project is a big one.
Therefore, before the start of the run, many people gathered on both sides of the runway, cheering for their class.
Almost all of the 20th class were dispatched, holding ribbon bouquets and inflatable handheld sticks, and whistling whistles.
"Squad leader, Li Junxiao, come on!!" Tan Xiaoqi took the lead and shouted.
Others shouted: "Squad leader, come on! Li Junxiao, come on! You are the best!"
Ye Cheng stood at the starting point, but did not see Lu Xiao in the crowd.
He had already warmed up, and the short sleeves on which the number plate was attached were slightly sweaty, and he moved his wrists and ankles a few more times on the spot.
A yellow-haired buddy next to him said to him: "Are you Ye Cheng? Are you going to run together later?"
During the long seven and a half laps, everyone would find someone with a similar speed to follow.
He thought to himself, what kind of sports advantage does the first grade have, and it is probably just to make up the number by driving ducks to the shelves.
Because the school has a requirement for the number of entries, each class tacitly sent two people to participate. One is responsible for serious running, and the other is most likely to fish in troubled waters.
Who in class 20 was responsible for fishing in troubled waters, the result was clear at a glance.
Huang Mao pointed to the boy in shorts on the other side, and said, "That guy is a sports student, here to break the record. Damn, I don't want to be with him."
"How long does it usually take you?" Ye Cheng asked him.
He replied, "Within fifteen minutes."
Ye Cheng: "..." You are too slow, brother.
He sincerely suggested: "Why don't you go to Li Junxiao, the one on runway 3."
That guy is the real fish in troubled waters.
Huang Mao gave him a strange look, so he had no choice but to turn around and look for Li Junxiao.
"Everyone in position, ready-go!"
With the referee's gunshot, all the athletes at the starting point rushed out.
Long-distance running is not as exciting as sprinting. At the beginning, everyone didn't work too hard, only the sports student was far ahead.
Following behind him was Ye Cheng, whom Huang Mao thought was a "hunt".
There was overwhelming cheering and cheering from both sides of the aisle, and the slogans of various classes were mixed together, and it was almost impossible to hear clearly.
"One class after another, extraordinary!"
"Five classes and five classes, work together to create success!"
…
After the first lap, the ranking did not change.
Ye Cheng and the first place were very tight, only about 30 meters away, a problem that could be solved with a sprint.
His strategy is obvious: follow the first few laps first, and try to overtake on the last lap.
But this time the follow-up was not easy.
As a sports student, that person was used to maintaining a relatively fast speed at the beginning, and the group of people behind couldn't keep up at all. Even if they kept up, they didn't have the physical strength to surpass him in the end.
Therefore, there is almost half a playground between the third place and the two of them.
On the second lap, the two of them were already a full lap ahead of Huang Mao who was running at the end.
Huang Mao opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Ye Cheng running past him.
His delicate face was slightly flushed, and he kept breathing evenly through his nose, and he didn't look like he was struggling.
Every time they passed the crowd gathering place, everyone spared no effort to cheer.
On the last lap, the sweet voice of the announcer sounded.
"To Ye Cheng, the most beautiful monitor in class 20, I have been fascinated by you since the first day I saw you... Cough cough, treasure, I had noodles for lunch today, what kind of noodles did I want? , want to see you..."
When the word "treasure" came out, Ye Cheng stumbled.
The announcer trembled and continued: "When you are speeding on the runway, you are like a deer running freely in the jungle."
It sounded like it was finally normal, but the next second.
"You are not running the ordinary road, but the road leading to my heart..."
Ye Cheng sprained her ankle and almost fell down.
The laughter outside the runway was deafening.
He looked at the rostrum, Lu Xiao was running down in a hurry, chasing Hua Wangchun behind him.
…
Ye Cheng took a deep breath, temporarily held back her smile, and chased forward.
He was really convinced by this mentally handicapped thing.
He closely followed the first place for seven laps, but that sportsman was indeed very good, until the last half lap, he still had astonishing explosive power.
The moment he speeded up, Ye Cheng also speeded up and sprinted.
The two rushed to the finish line at the same time, and finally reached the red line in a state of almost one behind the other.
The athlete's chest hits the line first.
The onlookers cheered and rushed forward, pinching their shoulders to relax their bodies.
The sports student panted and gave Ye Cheng a thumbs up: "Brother, strong, few people in this school can catch up with me."
Ye Cheng's last sprint exhausted all her strength, and she nodded to him with sweat profusely, holding her knees and panting non-stop.
Tan Xiaoqi yelled frantically: "Silver medal, what a class monitor! You don't know how terrifying that guy is. He has been the school's record holder since he entered school."
Jiang Jin also roared: "Brother Cheng, you are my god! Mommy is good at studying and studying, and strong in sports, woo woo woo, I love you so much!"
Ye Cheng rested for a while, drank the glucose handed over by others, and finally recovered.
Not far away, Lu Xiao was walking towards this side, her left ear was red, probably being grabbed by Hua Wangchun.
Ye Cheng looked at him amusedly, and was about to walk over, but suddenly couldn't stand upright, and his body was crooked.
The people next to him exclaimed, trying to reach out to help him.
With sharp eyes and quick hands, Lu Xiao stepped forward to support him first, and frowned, "What's wrong?"
"Hiss." Only then did Ye Cheng feel the pain coming from his ankle, the kind of pain connected to the muscles.
It hurts to move.
I ran so fast just now that I was a little paralyzed.
He supported Lu Xiao's arm with one hand and said, "It seems to be twisted."
Jiang Jin came over to help check: "Did you sprain it while running just now? Go to the infirmary to have a look."
Ye Cheng lifted up the trouser leg a little, her right ankle was already swollen a little.
"Oh my god, it's all red, I have to go to the infirmary quickly." Tan Xiaoqi said anxiously.
Ye Cheng opened her mouth, and just wanted to say, whoever of you can help me get the class card, so that I can walk a little bit with it.
Suddenly, Lu Xiao bent down, put his hands on her shoulders, and carried him on her back in front of everyone.
The series of movements were so fast that Ye Cheng didn't even have time to react. When he came back to his senses, he was already on Lu Xiao's back.
Everyone else looked dumbfounded.
Lu Xiao firmly supported his leg, turned around and walked towards the infirmary.
Ye Cheng was stunned.
Tan Xiaoqi froze for two seconds, then hurriedly covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.
"Fuck...fuck! Brother Xiao's boyfriend is so powerful!" She shook Jiang Jin beside her vigorously, she was so excited that she was about to burst into tears, "Is this something I deserve to watch? Can you see it?! Oh my god, he recites it so manly and so easily, help, help, help!"
Jiang Jin was about to be spit out by her during lunch, and said dissatisfiedly: "I am going to accompany brother Cheng to the infirmary. By the way, did brother Xiao forget that he has a basketball game? Why don't I call him to remind him?" .”
He was about to take out his mobile phone when Tan Xiaoqi slapped him on the back of the hand, making a loud and crisp sound.
"You're sick, what kind of light bulb are you?" She plausibly said, "The basketball game doesn't start until four o'clock, it's still early, don't disturb the young couple."
Jiang Jin: "..."
Ye Cheng never thought that one day he would be carried away in public by a high school student.
And he couldn't help blushing, so red that it was a mess.
Lu Xiao's shoulders were broad and strong, and his hands were weakly clung to each other, and he could vaguely feel the muscle lines.
He was wearing a light gray T-shirt today, and his back was slightly wet with sweat.
Her broken hair half covered the back of her neck, her body exuded a faint smell of orange blossom, and she still used the perfume he gave her.
Ye Cheng stared at his collar in a daze, not daring to get too close to him, and suddenly shook.
He was startled, and hurried up with his wristband.
Lu Xiao's back stiffened, and then returned to normal.
Ye Cheng couldn't withdraw her hand anymore, as if she seemed guilty, so she kept her arms around his neck, cleared her throat and said,
"Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, just support me."
"Can you walk?" Lu Xiao asked.
Ye Cheng said: "It should be possible."
He thought that the other party would put him down.
Who knows, Lu Xiao said, "Oh, but I want to carry you on my back."
Ye Cheng choked.
The arm hooking his shoulder gradually became unnatural. He felt his hand was sore for a while, but he couldn't move it away.
Not only can't move away, but also can't move, as if under a fixed spell.
It's not that he hasn't been recited by Lu Xiao before, it's just that they have two completely different moods.
Before he drank too much, Lu Xiao walked slowly under the plane tree with him on his back.
The night was like water, and he leaned his face on the back, feeling a kind of peace of mind that he had never experienced since he was a child.
A child can only feel this way when he is on his father's back.
And in Lu Xiao, he found an unprecedented sense of security.
But at this moment, he was nervous and hesitant.
Accompanied by a sense of unique youthfulness.
Whether it was a T-shirt that was different from a suit, or the unfamiliar campus environment around him, they all reminded him that this was not the Lu Xiao he remembered.
But attractiveness does not distinguish between time and space, no matter which Lu Xiao is, he can't help but want to get close.
Ye Cheng slowly pressed her face against his slightly protruding shoulder blades.
A little nervous, but still very safe.
Lu Xiao's breathing suddenly became rapid, but she didn't say anything, and just let him lean on her.
The infirmary is not far from the playground, and within a few minutes, the two arrived.
After entering the door, Lu Xiao carefully put him on the chair.
He was obviously sweating from the heat, and it was uncomfortable to have someone sticking to his back, but the moment Ye Cheng let go of his hand, he was still somewhat disappointed.
It seems like I can't bear to part with it.
"Doctor Wang, he sprained his ankle, please help him look."
Seeing the doctor bend down to roll up Ye Cheng's pants, Lu Xiao said.
In the first year of high school, he ran to the infirmary every three days.
Either he was injured in a fight and came in to get medicine, or he begged the doctor to give him a sick leave for stomach pain, so Dr. Wang and him were considered half acquaintances.
Of course, Lu Xiao would never forget how he tricked her.
On the sick leave, he wrote "dysmenorrhea" wildly, and he handed it to the head teacher without reading it, but was taken to the office on the spot and punished to stand.
Dr. Wang glanced at him: "I haven't seen you in a few months, why are you still doing a good person and good deeds?"
"We are..." Lu Xiao stuck, "Good friends, it's not a good thing."
Ye Cheng looked up at him.
Dr. Wang laughed and said: "It's a good friend, are you playing house?"
He casually squeezed Ye Cheng's ankle a few times, and the pain caused him to yelp.
Lu Xiao was in a hurry: "Take it easy, how can you pinch like this!"
"You child is too intolerant of pain," Dr. Wang looked at Ye Cheng with distaste, and said, "It's nothing serious, it's just a sprained tendon, just spray a few times with Yunnan Baiyao."
He got up and rummaged in the closet, and thought about it: "Children nowadays are getting more and more delicate... Hey, where is my spray?"
Dr. Wang searched for a long time, but still couldn't find it, so he said to them: "I'll go to the warehouse to look for it, you guys stay here for a while."
As soon as he left, the infirmary fell silent.
Ye Cheng looked around, he was sitting on a chair, and there was a hospital bed not far away, behind which was a screen.
"Do you come here often?" He asked casually.
Lu Xiao squatted down to check his feet, and said casually: "Well, I came here often last school."
For some reason, Ye Cheng was a little embarrassed by his straight gaze.
It's obviously not a private part.
He couldn't help shrinking his feet back, trying to divert his attention: "Is it because of a fight?"
Seeing him backing away, Lu Xiao stretched out her hand to hook his calf, frowned and said, "Don't move, let me have a look."
His hands were as strong as ever, and Ye Cheng's face turned red again instantly.
Lu Xiao lifted his trouser legs up, revealing his slender calves and ankles.
Compared with people of the same age, Ye Cheng's skeleton is not too big. Apart from being taller, to a certain extent, her skeleton is considered slender.
His calf was straight and white, and his ankle was so thin that Lu Xiao could wrap it around with one hand.
The red and swollen parts stand out a little, which is more conspicuous on the white skin.
The blood vessels on the instep were light blue. Before that, Lu Xiao never thought that someone's feet could look so beautiful.
The picture in front of him seemed to overlap with the previous dream, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
The ankles are empty, without any tattoos.
Ye Cheng was staring at him blushingly, when he suddenly heard him ask.
"Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo for someone you like?"
"Huh?" Ye Cheng was stunned.