The clear menthol tobacco flavor is mixed with the sunshine breath.
It is very comfortable to stick on the hot forehead.
It's just that any feeling that can make people nostalgic will make people soft.
At this moment, the last thing Mo Bei needs is softness.
She raised her hand and took the man's hand away: "The teacher asked you to return to the team."
Feng Nai looked at Qing Juan's pale face, no amount of anger seemed to be vented, so he threw the medicine and water to her: "Take it, I'll go back."
After Mo Bei opened the mineral water, he seemed to remember something, raised his eyes, and took two steps back.
Feng Nai's eyes turned cold: "What do you mean?"
Mo Bei moved his throat, his voice was clear and sandy: "It's viral and contagious."
Feng Nai suddenly smiled, took the water she was drinking, and took a sip.
Mo Bei paused.
Feng Nai's voice was still very loose: "Okay, now the contagion is also contagious, so far away from me, how can you talk."
The girls over there listening to these, can be said to be very excited.
Young Master Feng is too flirtatious.
Why didn't I find it before!
"You still want to talk?" The teacher finally came: "This student, I'm reminding you once, go back to the track of your No. 1 middle school."
So, everyone just watched Feng Shao being driven back.
Seeing that his eyes were still on Brother Nan, but since he was a teacher, he had to obey the rules.
But just the frequent side glances are enough to make them feel happy.
This is not a relationship, what is it!
Mo Bei held the mineral water bottle in his hand, raised his hand and took another sip, and sent the medicine in.
I stood there not knowing what I was thinking.
There is 1 minute left before the start of the long run.
All registered students have been assembled.
A certain teacher's attention was always on Feng Nai.
If he comes again, he will definitely blow the whistle.
"Teacher, it's hard work. In addition to keeping an eye on the time, we also need to see if anyone comes to pretend to be a player from our No. 2 Middle School."
"Actually, Young Master Feng can marry me, hehehe."
Listening to this voice, the countdown is finally over.
A teacher thought his work was finally over.
Unexpectedly, I started running.
The man approached the students on their side again.
If you want to control it, you can't control it. Long-distance running is originally a mixed track.
Mo Bei also realized that there was someone beside him, and he knew who it was without looking.
The scent of mint in the nose is too familiar.
Long-distance running is run around a large field.
The starting point is the No. 2 Middle School.
When I run half a lap, I will go to No. 1 Middle School.
Originally, the boys from No. 1 Middle School who wanted to rely on Feng Shao to kill the whole audience were stunned when they saw the scene of running with them.
Although the rankings of both of them are very high.
But Feng Shao's level last year, everyone knows.
After 5,000 meters, he didn't catch his breath, and he was a lap short of him in the second.
Now this...
"There is no hope. The only project we could win in the No. 2 Middle School has also collapsed."
"If I knew it earlier, I should have found out if Mo Nan wasn't going to participate, and then asked Feng Shao to sign up. I think Feng Shao's words are too obvious. What the No. 2 Middle School said on the school intranet must be true."
"People are teammates, shouldn't they release water? What do you think!"
"That's it! Feng Shao, come on!"
Anyone who has ever run a long-distance race knows it.
The further you get to the back, the more you have to adjust your breathing.
But often think so, but can't do it.
Tired feet can't exert strength.
Not to mention adjusting your breathing.
After running 3,000 meters, many people's speed has slowed down. .
Including Mo Bei.
(end of this chapter)