The heat makes breathing difficult to adjust.
Affected by the fever, the knees are faintly aching.
If it was Mo Bei under normal circumstances.
It's not hard to run 5,000 meters.
The technical school runs morning exercises every day.
Resident students are the management model.
Whether boys or girls.
I run three kilometers every day.
I will go back to cooking.
Mo Bei's life has always been self-disciplined.
The habit of getting up early and running is also reflected in the base.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be the earliest person who started Black Flame.
Tinnitus started to appear.
Looking at the crowd not far away, Mo Bei was so dizzy and painful that his eyesight was also decreasing, and the scene was a little blurred, turning black again and again.
At this moment, someone pulled her wrist.
Immediately afterwards, there was an embrace with residual warmth.
Because of running all the time.
His breath is not very stable.
The beating of the heart was even louder, and when it came to the ear, it was clear and deafening.
It seemed to extend into her veins.
Mo Bei's fingers stopped for a moment.
Deafening screams were heard all around.
The brain is blank.
The teacher is blowing the whistle.
"This classmate..."
I haven't waited for anyone to finish.
Feng Nai opened his mouth, smiling, very politely: "Teacher, there shouldn't be any regulations on the competition system, you can't run with someone in your arms."
This... is really not stipulated.
But why is it always you!
The teacher who was blowing the whistle seemed to have a little breakdown.
Fortunately, the leaders just sit and go, and they won't really watch all the sports.
But the students are watching.
And all are shouting.
The teacher had a headache and stood there, not knowing what to do.
Feng Nai opened his mouth again: "This classmate has a fever. Friendship comes first, competition comes second. I'm Friendship Adjacent."
The boys in No. 1 Middle School almost vomited blood when they heard this sentence.
Young Master Feng can say things like fraternity coming to school!
The teacher actually believed it. No wonder he has been coming here since just now. It was he who wrongly blamed this classmate: "Run well, there is still half a lap left."
Hearing this, Yizhong covered his eyes.
Mo Bei raised his eyes, looking at the half-curved lips and the face seeping into the light, completely unaware of the passage of time.
The chest that was so cold seemed to be injected with something.
People, it seems that they only need a little sweetness to persevere.
Especially when you are in a desperate situation.
Fatigue sets in.
The force that imprisoned her was great.
And she was really tired.
After half a lap, it didn't take long.
It's just that the scene in front of me has never been seen before.
On the 5,000-meter runway.
A tall and slender figure hugged another boy horizontally, and walked the rest of the half circle against the light. His handsome and clear side face was very clean.
The girls in No. 2 Middle School were so excited that they didn't know what to say.
Originally thought that at the end, Feng Nai would put him down.
Unexpectedly, the voice said lightly: "Where is the infirmary?"
This location is the closest to No. 2 Middle School.
The girls pointed behind them, and saw that the man's long legs didn't even stop, and he was pacing towards that side, not caring how many people ran down.
Most importantly, no one was put down either.
The last place where Feng Nai let go was the bed in the infirmary.
He put his hand against Mo Bei's wrist, leaned over her ear, his voice was a little low, and his breath hit her face: "Little brother, if you don't cooperate, I don't mind tearing you up." The school uniform, anyway, is a fever, it is better to have a higher temperature."
(end of this chapter)