"Of course, the slogan of the experimental class must be domineering and powerful! What is class one? One class must be 'one'! So when the time comes, we will shout in unison, 'Class one class, I am class one, Say it again, I'm a class'!"
"No, 'Class One' is homonymous to 'General', so it would lose momentum when you shout it out. I think it's just like this, 'Grade One Class One, the tiger descends the mountain, no matter how many classes he has, he will turn it all over'."
"The teacher said the slogan must follow the principle of 'friendship first, competition second', let's not stir up conflicts!"
"OK, OK, then 'friendship first, tougher than your mother'!"
In the self-study class, the students brainstormed for the slogan of the school sports meeting, and the classroom was very lively. Xiang Xuehua has already collected more than a dozen options, many of which are inspiring and catchy, and some are strange and funny. After comprehensive consideration, I still chose "low-key and low-key, one class arrives, no applause, just scream", showing the restraint and arrogance of the experimental class.
Yu Ran was woken up halfway through sleeping on the table. He opened his eyes and looked out the window in a daze. He saw countless white fluff fluttering in the wind. Only then did he realize that it was time for catkins to fly in Ronggang.
"Look at the heavy snow," Yu Ran muttered to himself, "I don't know where in the world someone is being wronged."
The sun in April was warm and warm, and it was very pleasant to bask in it. He tilted his face and sighed to Chu Mian, "Hey, this sun only shot me just now, and now it's going over there to shoot you."
Chu Mian lowered her head to do her homework and said, "The sun is not moving, but the earth is rotating."
"I don't fucking know the earth rotates?" Yu Ran slapped the table angrily, as if he was contemptuous of his own cultural level, "The days are long and the nights are short! From west to east! The Tropic of Cancer! I know all of these!"
"Then how do you find the altitude angle of the sun at noon?" Chu Mian asked.
Yu Ran stared at the sky outside the window, and changed the subject abruptly: "Ah, the weather is so nice."
In order to continue to bask in the sun, Yu Ran kept moving his body backwards, over the back of his seat, and lay his head directly on Chu Mian's desktop, seriously hindering the other party from doing homework.
However, Chu Mian was not annoyed, she took out her notebook and forced herself to study on the edge of the table to make room for Yu Ran.
Yu Ran strenuously cast his eyes upwards, feeling dizzy for a while, "Chu Mian, I look at you from this angle, it feels so familiar."
Chu Mian quietly waited for his next words.
"It's like I'm lying in the barber shop and you wash my hair."
Chu Mian threw away the pen, grabbed his hair a little harder, and Yu Ran reflexively "aww", followed by a cheerful laugh.
He returned to his normal sitting posture, moved his neck, and heard Chu Mian ask himself: "How is the relay practice?"
"It's very good. We tried a lap in physical education class today. As long as Zhao Wuli is not the first, we can be very fast." Yu Ran said, "But do you know what I am most worried about? We used it for practice. It’s skipping rope as a baton, when the sports meeting props are changed, I’m not used to it.”
"Are you afraid of losing it?"
"That's right." Yu Ran sighed, thinking about how to avoid this problem.
Suddenly he was enlightened, and excitedly turned his head and patted Fang Zhao in the front seat, "Hey! Brother Diu! Let's discuss something!"
"what?"
"When it's time for the game, you take your dick off and lend it to us. If I accidentally drop the baton, I'll take your organ out of my pocket and make it look like the real thing!"
As soon as Yu Ran finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing, and even gave him a new nickname "Dummy Baton". Fang Zhao was so angry that he opened the window and grabbed a ball of catkins and stuffed it into the burning nozzle.
"Students, don't forget one thing!" Xiang Xuehua patted the desk to remind everyone, "You need to bring your own bench for the sports meeting, otherwise you will have to stand and watch."
Everyone responded again and again.
Yu Ran went home and asked Li Guirong for a stool, but after searching the kitchen and bathroom at home, there was only one fiery red mandarin duck plastic stool. He disliked the old-fashioned color and pattern, and refused to take it to school, begging Li Guirong to give him a new one.
"Why didn't you tell me about this kind of thing earlier? It's already time and the supermarket is closed. You can buy it yourself from any store you pass by tomorrow morning." Li Guirong washed a plate of fruit for the two brothers, "Or there is a bigger one at home, See if you can take it."
After listening to her words, Yu Ran pulled out a huge dark blue folding beach chair from the side of the sofa, and was immediately attracted by the angle it opened. If you take it to school, it will definitely become the focus of the audience, which is enviable.
Yu Ran was very satisfied. Early the next morning, he took the folding chair and took a taxi to school. After finding the venue, he stretched out the chair and lay down. The surrounding students hugged their own low benches, and all of them cast surprised glances. This time he truly "stands out from the crowd".
Bai Yuzhu came out of the teaching building with a kettle in her hand, and saw an unusual monster in her class from a long distance away, and after a closer look, it turned out to be Yu Ran. She kicked the beach chair, "You know how to enjoy it enough, if you wear sunglasses again, it will be like you are going to the beach to bask in the sun?"
Yu Ran was unmoved, and said to her: "Teacher, I feel like I'm lying on it, and I feel like I'm enthroned."
"What?" Bai Yuzhu didn't hear clearly.
The surrounding students helped Yu Ran repeat: "He said, he has a feeling of being a chicken!"
Bai Yuzhu also laughed along with them, found the class monitor, and told her: "Remember to go to the canteen to buy water for the athletes, pulsation, etc., and then buy a box of popsicles to distribute to other students. If the class fee is not enough, ask me for it."
At 8:30 in the morning, the national anthem was played on campus. After the school leaders finished their speeches, the spring sports meeting of Chengjun Middle School officially kicked off.
Track and field events are relatively late, and most athletes are still warming up. Yu Ran looked around, but couldn't find Chu Mian, so he asked others for the location of the radio station, planning to take time to find him later.
The physical education teacher began to call the high jumpers to gather. Yu Ran raised his hand first, then ran into the teaching building to change his shorts and T-shirt, and then came out to stand in line.
However, he only signed up for this event to make up the numbers, and he didn't usually practice much. When it was his turn, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Bright music lingered around the campus, and at this moment, Yu Ran heard a familiar magnetic voice from the radio: "Today you are heroic, today you take the lead, like waves on the sea, like vigorous swallows, what falls is The bar, rises the faith—"
Chu Mian was sitting in the radio room, reciting the athlete's cheering script in a serious manner, completely unaware of the situation outside the field. When it was the turn of the girl next to him to read the manuscript, he raised his head and glanced out the window, and quickly searched for Yu Ran.
The classmates in the class had already written manuscripts for today's athletes, and Chu Mian found Yu Ran's manuscripts and kept them at hand, ready to read them when he went on stage.
After Yu Ran heard Chu Mian's voice, the original nervousness was effectively relieved, replaced by the expectation of seeing each other later. He focused on the details of the high jump movements of the previous players, intending to imitate them.
When it was his turn, Yu Ran chose the most suitable angle for a run-up. His classmates shouted slogans and "Come on" behind him, and he rushed towards the crossbar without hesitation.
When he was about to approach the jumping position, Yu Ran suddenly slammed on the brakes, and with a few "oops", he got under the pole.
People around laughed, the referee blew his whistle, Yu Ran turned around and laughed awkwardly: "I'm not ready yet!"
He jumped a few times to warm up on the spot, returned to the starting point of the run-up and started the second attempt. This time, he focused all his attention on the position of the crossbar, accelerated his run-up rhythm, poured all his strength into his legs, and jumped—
His back easily passed the crossbar, and his whole body lay lightly on the soft cushion.
All cheers!
Not only the students in Class 1 and 1 applauded Yu Ran's smooth movements, other classes were also attracted by him, enthusiastic "Come on" one after another.
Satisfied, Yu Ran pulled up the waistband of his trousers, adjusted his state and completed the third back-flying high jump, still maintaining the level of the previous one, and landed perfectly on the mat.
A new round of screams broke out in the group of girls.
Sitting in the radio room, Chu Mian clearly saw Yu Ran's high jump, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of her mouth, and continued to read the manuscript with her head down in peace.
Not long after, the broadcasting room received new manuscripts one after another. Chu Mian casually unfolded a few manuscripts to keep in mind, only to find that the contents above were not quite right.
The compliments in the first few lines were quite normal, but at the end it was sublimated into "Yu Ran, I like you", and some people directly wrote "After school, I will wait for you on the roof of the laboratory building"—obviously they wanted to take this opportunity to borrow The announcer's mouth confessed to the boy.
Chu Mian flipped through the stack of newly delivered manuscripts. There are quite a few girls doing this. If she really helped them read them all, Yu Ran might become famous in Chengjun.
He had no choice but to sort out these manuscripts and put them aside.
After some of the competitions are over, the main track and field event comes. For the past two weeks, Yu Ran has practiced the 200-meter rhythm on the track almost every day. As soon as the signal gun fired, he had an absolute advantage and led all the way to the finish line.
Chu Mian stared at his handsome figure, unconsciously rubbed her fingers over the girls' "confession drafts", and considered whether to pick out a few and read them out implicitly, as an encouragement to Yu Ran.
After hesitating again and again, he still closed all the papers.
The most anticipated relay race of the sports meeting finally started, and the students in the auditorium had all stood up and cheered loudly for the athletes in their class around the track. Several classes shouted slogans hysterically, trying to overwhelm others—
"Eighth Class, Eighth Class, I am Eighth Class, to pacify Tibet and recover Taiwan!"
"The Indonesian tsunami, the financial turmoil, and the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and the United States, three shifts are here!"
"Following the heavens, the emperor said, if the fourth class does not win, the judges will not win!"
"Class Three, Class Three, Class Two and Class Three, Senior One last year, Senior Three next year!"
…
In contrast, the slogan of the senior one experimental class was much lower-key, but with the concerted efforts of the students, the slogan gradually became louder, and it was successfully conveyed to the eight people who were warming up on the playground.
After experiencing the high jump and the 200-meter competition, Yu Ran has already entered the state, and the others are still playing for the first time today, so he keeps talking to make everyone happy and let them relax.
"Yu Ran."
Amidst the noise, Yu Ran heard Chu Mian's voice coming from the radio, and it seemed insignificant among the crowd at the moment.
But he subconsciously let out a "hey" and silently agreed.
"come on."
Yu Ran couldn't find Chu Mian's location, and didn't know if Chu Mian could see him, but after hearing the other party's voice, he couldn't help raising his arms high, and said "OK" to the air.
The runners of the men's relay were already in place, and the students around stopped shouting at the same time, took a deep breath and waited for the start of the race.
The referee's whistle blew, and the boys squatting at the starting point were ready to go.
Boom!
Accompanied by the firing of the flare gun, the contestants ran forward with all their strength like arrows leaving the string. The nearby students resumed their cheering spirit and shouted the names of several players, and the sound on the playground was deafening.
Chu Mian had already moved the microphone aside to prevent it from obstructing her sight, and silently stared at the few people on the runway.
The handover of the first two bats was very smooth, but when it came to the third bat, it was a little slower than the class next to it by a second. Seeing Yu Ran who was approaching the fourth bat, Chu Mian couldn't help holding her breath, and tightened her fingers.
Not only was he paying attention to the scene, when the baton was successfully handed over to Yu Ran, the screams of the audience soared immediately, and even girls from other classes rushed to the front row to cheer for him regardless of their image.
"Yu Ran!"
"Come on fuel—"
"Ah! Yu Ran!!!"
When the boy's body hit the red key line, the students in the experimental class of the first year of high school were so excited that they threw away the banners in their hands, rushed up to bring water and towels to the four contestants, surrounded them, and shouted brazenly: "Diaoyu Island is China. Yes, the first place is ours!"
Chu Mian let out a long sigh of relief in the radio room far away, clenched her palms, and found that a layer of cold sweat had leaked out in just a few tens of seconds.
He unfolded the refueling manuscripts written by the girls to Yu Ran again, read it patiently, then put it in his pocket, and handed it to Yu Ran later.
After the women's relay race is over, the campus spring sports meeting is also coming to an end. After the students finished their projects, it was the turn of the teachers of all grades to tug-of-war and jump rope.
Yu Ran was drinking water when he saw the Chinese teacher playing a tug-of-war, he immediately screwed on the bottle cap and rushed to the front, roaring heart-piercingly: "Mr. Wang! Mr. Wang, come on! Save less homework for Labor Day!"
The manuscript of the radio station has been read almost, and now it is time to play music. Chu Mian sorted out the list according to the order in which the students requested songs, and began to play them in rotation.
I looked at my watch, it was already eleven o'clock in the afternoon, and it was rare that I didn't fall asleep all morning.
Before the end of the class, the students returned to the class to clean up the leftover rubbish. Holding the broom, Yu Ran said to Fang Zhao, "Actually, we have another important project that we can't compare to."
"what?"
"Quidditch!" Yu Ran said, straddling the broom and riding on it.
In the Harry Potter series, Quidditch is a well-known ball game in which wizards compete on broomsticks. In fact, Yu Ran hadn't watched a few movies before, but because he thought Chu Mian liked it, he re-watched it a while ago, and then he fell in love with the magical world logically.
"Fly!" Yu Ran rode a broom and ran around the field, "Quick, everyone follow me!"
The radio was playing "Red Lotus の Bow and Arrow", which recently brainwashed the two-dimensional circle. Yu Ran suddenly became more excited, and invited a group of boys to ride brooms to follow him around the venue.
"Yu Ran, here's Coke!" Cui He called him from behind.
Yu Ran immediately turned around and galloped over on a broom, but he was met with a blank stare from the girl: "No, are all your boys' happiness so simple and mentally retarded?"
Ye Xi found it very interesting, and gave Yu Ran a suggestion: "Do you want to shoot a video? It's the kind where you jump all the way on a broom, and then cut off the part where you landed, leaving you in midair, so that It's as if you're really flying."
Yu Ran was particularly pleasantly surprised after hearing her proposal: "Fuck, yes, yes!"
The other boys also joined in with their brooms in their hands, followed by Yu Ran and jumped up high, quickly becoming a strange scene in the campus.
Holding an ice-cola in his left hand and a wooden handle of a broom in his right, Yu Ran led several boys to jump from the playground to the flower bed, and then from the cafeteria to the entrance of the building, while Ye Xi took pictures together with his mobile phone. Along the way, some people were left behind due to exhaustion, but Yu Ran still walked around the school for half a circle, and finally reached the finish line under the watchful eyes of everyone——
"There are still a few last steps, brothers, follow me!" Yu Ran stared at the road under his feet.
After Chu Mian finished the playlist in the radio room, she handed over the rest of the work to another senior. He walked out of the corridor unhurriedly, and when he was about to go down the steps, he saw seven or eight people jumping towards him on broomsticks in front of him, and his thinking froze.
"Rush, rush, rush—" Yu Ran muttered, leaping up the last step, happily preparing to announce that he had reached the finish line.
Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, his eyes met the face that he had missed for a long time, and the other party's eyes were a little dazed.
It's still the last level... After this signal appeared in Yu Ran's mind, he suddenly let go of his right hand.
With a bang, the broom fell to the ground and slid down the steps.
The boys who were originally following Yu Ran raised their heads, stopped at the same time, and froze in place. Ye Xi also held up the phone and forgot to breathe, staring blankly at Yu Ran who jumped into Chu Mian's arms again, like a humanoid doll pendant.
This scene is not just "deja vu", Ye Xi clearly remembers that one night at the beginning of the year, Yu Ran was hugged by Chu Mian in the same way.
"I've reached the finish line." Yu Rantie gasped softly next to Chu Mian's ear.
"Yeah." Chu Mian's mind emptied, only the verdant trees in the distance remained in his vision.
Obviously, Yu Ran's weight has not changed in recent months, Chu Mian subconsciously tightened his arms to hold him steady.
...Last time, Chu Mian knew that Yu Ran threw himself on him because he was drunk; but at this moment, he did the same thing again, and he knew that Yu Ran was clearly awake.
And still in front of so many students and teachers.
Yexi's heart was beating wildly not only because of the scene in front of her, but also because the current radio music just happened to play the song "Tomorrow, Servant は Junに会いい行く" that she ordered. 》, after the first ten seconds, she felt that her eyes were black and she was about to faint.
"Are you going to come down?" After Chu Mian asked this sentence, she realized that she originally planned to say "you are not coming down yet".
... That's all.
Anyway, the meaning is about the same.
Yu Ran smelled the fragrance of fabric softener on Chu Mian's neckline, which seemed to carry the warmth of his body, so he couldn't help but get closer.
"Not going down?" he replied.
Chu Mian was silent for a few seconds, and then, under the amazed eyes of others, she carried Yu Ran and walked down the steps, entering the place where the sun shines.
The two teenagers immediately attracted attention, and the students around couldn't help laughing and booing, shouting at them like the audience who created the atmosphere in a variety show: "Marry, get married!"
Both sides of Chu Mian's face were flushed, so hot that he wanted to close his eyes.
Yu Ran lifted up the iced cola in his left hand and stuck it to the back of Chu Mian's neck. Chu Mian raised her head reflexively and shrunk her neck, unconsciously exhaling hot air from the edge of her ears.
Yu Ran was tickled by him, and took the Coke down again. He gently put his arms around Chu Mian's neck, and whispered happily, "Chu Mian, summer is coming soon."
"I know." Chu Mian stared at the large green tree shadows swaying in the wind in front of him, "Today next week will be Lixia."
"Well, when the hottest summer comes," Yu Ran said slowly, "it will be the first anniversary of our first meeting."
The midday sun was so bright that Chu Mian felt as if it was raining in his heart...in this rich and vigorous late spring.