Nancheng warms up quickly in spring, and the spring sports games of each school are held earlier than other places.
The sports meeting lasts for two days. During these two days, there is no need to attend classes or stay in the classroom for self-study. For most students, it is equivalent to two days of school vacation. The more courageous students even skipped two days of school.
The opening ceremony of the sports meeting was sunny that day.
When entering the venue, the classes are required to dress uniformly. At a glance, almost every class is in school uniform T-shirts and trousers.
Zhuang Fangqin rarely wore a brightly colored skirt today. She stood by the class queue, waiting to enter.
"What's the matter, everyone listless?" Zhuang Fangqin glanced at the team, "Tuck your school uniforms into your waist."
"But that's ugly." Zhang Wenjing said worriedly.
"This is the opening ceremony, not a cultural performance. You don't need to be very good-looking, as long as you look energetic." After Zhuang Fangqin finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes and approached her, "Zhang Wenjing, have you put on makeup?"
Zhang Wenjing shrank back: "No, I'm a natural beauty—"
"Come up to the leader in a while and press your lips together so that no one will find out," Zhuang Fangqin said, "Draw your mouth like a flower."
Zhang Wenjing immediately compared her heart: "I know!"
Zhuang Fangqin turned his head and saw the people in the penultimate row, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
"Yu Fan," she said, "Did you hear what I said?"
Yu Fan was so sleepy that he didn't have the strength to sing a different tune, and he didn't care about it.
He raised his eyelids, moved his hands slowly, and tucked the hem of his clothes into the waist of his trousers.
Because we are about to enter the arena, the teams are lined up vertically.
Chen Jingshen stood at the end of the line and lowered his eyes following his movements.
Yu Fan was stuffed very sloppily, and the hem of his clothes was wrinkled and crowded together, stretching out the boy's waistline.
Chen Jingshen glanced at the other people beside him, and quickly turned his gaze back.
Why is his waist so much thinner than others.
The school stipulates that two classes enter the arena side by side, and they are next to Class 8.
Zuo Kuan was quite lethargic at first, but when he turned his head and saw Wang Lu'an, he burst out laughing, "Fuck, Wang Lu'an, your ass is so big, you look so stupid."
The students in both classes laughed out loud.
"Damn it, why doesn't your class have a waist tie?!" Wang Lu'an blushed, "What the hell, who is not an idiot with a waist tie? Look at the other classes, everyone is equally ugly!"
Zuo Kuan said, "Look back."
Wang Luan turned his head away.
Yu Fan stood lazily, with his head drooping from sleepiness, his hands in his pockets, and his wide school uniform suddenly tightened up to his waist, giving him a messy handsome look.
Not to mention Chen Jingshen, although he is a bit weak, but his image is completely fine, with broad shoulders, long hands and long legs, and anyone who has an expression on his face can go directly to the student brochure.
Wang Lu'an: "..."
What's the meaning? The only handsome guy with a pierced waist in the whole school is all gathered behind me, right
The opening ceremony lasted for an hour before disbanding. Their class was assigned to the stand next to the rostrum. The location was excellent, and they could look closely at the school leaders when they turned their heads.
Zhuang Fangqin is in a good mood today.
For her, it doesn't really matter how many places she gets in the sports meeting, as long as everyone in the class is present, she doesn't care even if she is the last one.
She took out the snacks purchased at the supermarket last night and shared them with the students, then called the contestants in the class, and emphasized to them one by one the location of the inspection and the time of the competition.
Yu Fan was forced to participate in two events, one relay and the other long jump, both today.
It was almost time for the long jump inspection, Yu Fan rubbed his eyes, planning to secretly find a place to smoke a cigarette to refresh himself.
"Student Yu..."
Yu Fan turned around and saw that there were some girls in the class who hadn't said a few words.
A bag was opened toward him, so heavy that they had to carry it together.
"We used the class fee to buy some food and drink," the girl said, "There's Red Bull here, it looks like you're sleepy... Would you like a bottle?"
Yu Fan glanced into the bag with drooping eyelids.
Although he has never bullied any classmates in the class, everyone still feels a little afraid of him.
Seeing this, they hurriedly said: "If you don't want to drink, forget it..."
The boy's hand reached into the bag.
Yu Fan took out a bottle of Red Bull and said, "Thanks."
Yu Fan took the Red Bull and poured it into his mouth. With that posture, when Zhuang Fangqin turned his head, he thought he was drinking openly in broad daylight.
The students in other classes were scattered, and most of them went to check-in or cheer for the class, and occasionally they could hear a few cheers. Only class 7 was almost full, and everyone was doing their own thing with their heads down.
Last year, their class was the bottom one in the grade, and the fighting spirit in the class had already been smoothed out.
This time, everyone lacked interest and felt that the most important thing was to participate.
Yu Fan took Zhang Wenjing's umbrella and stood beside her, blocking the sight of the podium leader, leaning against the wall and swiping her phone.
Wang Lu'an was sitting in the stands, holding potato chips in his hand, and his mouth hadn't stopped from the moment he sat down. He looked at the people next to him: "Oh no, why are you here to participate in the sports meeting?"
Zuo Kuan's class sat next to them, and Zuo Kuan and Wang Lu'an leaned close together, like people in class 7: "You are all here, what's the point of me running away? What projects have you all applied for?"
"Yu Fan submitted the long jump and relay," Wang Lu'an said, "I ran 3,000 meters."
Zuo Kuan: "Are you not crazy?"
"I'm not crazy, Fangqin is crazy." Wang Lu'an said, "Forget it, I'll just run around casually, and I won't compete for the ranking anyway. If I finish running, I will win."
"Knowing that I have to run 3,000 meters, I eat so much?" Zhang Xianjing sat in the last row of girls, turned her legs and said, "It's potato chips and ice cream, I won't vomit you to death later."
"Impossible, haven't I told you? I have a strong stomach." Wang Lu'an handed the potato chips to the people around him, "Do you want to eat, Yu Fan?"
Yu Fan yawned: "Don't eat."
He found a game in the WeChat applet to pass the time, and after playing for a while, he felt that it was not as interesting as being greedy for snakes. As soon as I quit, I found a dynamic reminder popped up in the circle of friends.
Click in and take a look.
Chen Jingshen liked a circle of friends he posted two years ago.
"..."
He looked up, and sure enough, the person in front of him was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, showing a slender and clean neck.
Yu Fan’s circle of friends actually doesn’t have much content, they are all posted blindly, since they are all posted, he doesn’t care if others read them or not.
But somehow, knowing that Chen Jingshen was sitting in front of him, he was still flipping through his previous posts one by one.
Just, very fucking, awkward.
Yu Fan sat up with a sullen face, just as he wanted Chen Jingshen to stop looking around, a boy spoke to Chen Jingshen before he did.
The boy's name is Gao Shi, and he is their monitor. It took a long time to come forward.
Gao Shi asked hesitantly, "Student Chen, do you have time?"
Chen Jingshen raised his eyelids: "Huh?"
"That is, do you have time to write a radio script? 50 to 100 words, just a few words." Gao Shi said, "The school requires each class to write a radio script for each project, and now we still lack two projects. manuscript."
Zhuang Fangqin just told him to take advantage of this group activity to try to integrate the newly transferred students into the class.
He held back for a long time before he came up with such a solution.
Chen Jingshen glanced at the notebook in his hand, but said nothing.
Gao Shi: "If you don't want to write it..."
"What items are missing?" Chen Jingshen asked.
"Shot put and long jump!" Gao Shi thought for a while, and said, "But the long jump is about to start, and I'm afraid it's too late, or I'll just change a manuscript for this project and hand it in first. You write the lead—"
"Give me a piece of paper," Chen Jingshen said, "I will write about long jump."
Gao Shi hurriedly handed over the pen and paper, just about to say that this thing can be copied online, when Xueba took it and did it, writing like a god.
Yep, the boss at the top of the grade doesn't bother to copy templates from the Internet!
Gao Shi curiously probed to see—
'To Yu Fan, a long jump athlete from Class 7, Grade 2. '
ah? You don't need to write the specific name, do you
Gao Shi originally wanted to remind him, but when he saw Chen Jingshen writing seriously, he swallowed it back and continued to read—
'You are like a sword in the playground, a sunny and handsome sword. '
Gao Shi: "?"
ah? How can I describe it that way
'You stand among the crowd and are the most beautiful scenery on campus. '
Gao Shi: "??"
When the whistle sounded, you ran up like an arrow from the string, and took off like a toad. The arc of the leap was like a rainbow, shining brightly in my eyes. '
Gao Shi: "???"
'Your fighting spirit makes me admire, hard work sweat makes me intoxicated, no matter what the final result is, you are the brightest rose in my heart. '
Gao Shi: "...?"
Gao Shi's eyes widened and he raised his head and lowered his head repeatedly, unable to believe that this thing was written by the expressionless Chen Jingshen.
'—Chen Jing, Class 7, Senior Two...'
Gao Shi snapped back to his senses, just about to say that Xueba doesn't need to sign up—
With a sound of "whoosh", Chen Jingshen's hand was empty, and the paper was pulled away.
He looked up, facing a flushed face.
Is this man sick
The effect of Red Bull was so good that Yu Fan felt his face heat up.
The draft paper was clenched into a ball in his hands, and he said to Gao Shi: "You don't know what level of language he is? You ask him to write?"
Gao Shi: "1, 110 points."
Although it is not good compared to Chen Jingshen's other subjects, but if you look at it alone, it is still above average.
Yu Fan ignored him and stared down at him.
Chen Jingshen was sitting lower than him, and was looking up at him with his chin up at the moment, with a calm expression on his face, looking very much in need of a beating.
Yu Fan was thinking about whether to tear up the paper and stuff it in his mouth, or let him swallow it dryly, when Zhuang Fangqin's voice came from the front—
"Yu Fan, why are you still here?!" Zhuang Fangqin glanced at his watch, "Hurry down and check! The long jump will start soon!"
Yu Fan's throat choked: "Understood."
"You know you're still standing? Come down." Zhuang Fangqin grabbed the strong man in place, "Gao Shi, you go to the inspection with him, lest he run away halfway."
"..."
Gao Shi felt a little unlucky.
Seeing Yu Fan standing motionless, he was hesitating how to urge him, when the other party lifted his leg and got down.
When passing by Chen Jingshen, Yu Fan kicked Chen Jingshen's schoolbag with his toes, and warned in a cold voice: "Don't write those shabby radio scripts again."
Chen Jingshen twisted his pen calmly. Just as he was about to say something, the other party hurried down the steps, leaving only a quick and low voice: "...you are not allowed to browse my circle of friends."
Yu Fan was queuing up for inspection when Gao Shi next to him suddenly leaned towards him.
"Yu Fan, our team is a bit unlucky. We are all long-legged and tall, and there is also a sports student. I guess we won't be able to qualify." Gao Shi patted him on the shoulder. Great, do your best."
Yu Fan, who was tallest and had the longest legs in the team: "."
He stretched his body: "Why don't you go?"
"Oh, don't worry, I'll fill you up before leaving." Gao Shi smiled, "And you haven't participated in a sports meeting before, I'm afraid you forgot to register after dancing."
Want to register
Yu Fan said, "It's up to you."
The broadcast of the men's 3,000-meter broadcast sounded on the radio. Gao Shi glanced at the other end of the 3,000-meter starting line, thinking of watching Yu Fan after the long jump, and then went to deliver water to the students who ran the 3,000-meter race.
His clothes were caught off guard.
"Wait," Yu Fan frowned, "I didn't participate in the sports meeting last year."
Gao Shi was taken aback: "Ah? Yes, yes."
Yu Fan stared at him for two seconds and recalled: "I didn't even come to the playground."
It's over, Yu Fan wouldn't think that he was blaming him for not coming to the sports meet, would he
Gao Shi: "Yes, but I know you must be delayed by something..."
As soon as he raised his heart, he felt his clothes loosen. Yu Fan let him go, and turned around silently.
Gao Shi breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to say anything more.
It wasn't until Yu Fan signed his signature that Gao Shi dared to sneak a look at him.
Yu Fan's face was very heavy, very heavy, his eyelids were tense, and he was frighteningly cold.
What did Chen Jingshen say before
Been watching him since high school.
During the sports meeting, I also watched his projects.
In the first year of high school sports meeting, he went over the wall and went online. What sports did Chen Jingshen watch him? E-sports
Damn it, Chen Jingshen is playing tricks on him.
Gao Shi stood on the sidelines and waited. The athletes in other classes were cheered on before they jumped.
When it was Yu Fan's turn, just as Gao Shi was about to open his mouth, the boy quickly started running, and with a high leap, his tall figure drew a beautiful arc in the air—
Gao Shi suddenly felt that the speech written by Chen Jingshen just now was actually not unusable.
After registering the results, Gao Shi still felt a little unresponsive.
He opened his mouth for a long time, and asked dully: "Yu Fan, you, you finished second? Just a little short of that gym student?"
"It's amazing, have you practiced before? I thought you were..."
"What time is the teacher playing?" Yu Fan interrupted him.
There are also teacher events in their school's sports meeting, but there are not many, and they are not included in the class score.
Gao Shi: "There seems to be a relay at eleven o'clock, what's the matter?"
nothing.
Pick your time to hit someone.
On the way back, Yu Fan kept thinking about where to beat Chen Jingshen.
Let's face, the face is the worst.
What would Chen Jingshen say to beg for mercy
Unexpected.
Will Chen Jingshen cry
Cry, it's best to cry with snot running down your nose. Then he took a photo, and the photo, together with the love letter, was posted on the school bulletin board—
Yu Fan walked outside the track expressionlessly, and he had beaten Chen Jingshen ten times in his heart. When passing a certain referee point, he was suddenly grabbed by the arm and dragged into the crowd of onlookers next to him.
He turned his head and met Shang Zhang's demure eyes.
Zhang Wenjing was taken aback for a moment: "Hiss—why do you have such a fierce expression? Didn't you dance well?"
"Is it possible?" Yu Fan said, "Let go."
Zhang Wenjing didn't let go: "Where are you going?"
"go back."
"Come on, come and cheer on your classmates."
Yu Fan paused, and it took him a while to realize that it was the men's 3,000-meter event.
"What lap is it?" He stood still and asked.
Zhang Wenjing said: "It's already the 7th lap, and I will finish running soon."
Yu Fan hummed, and looked around at the half-dead figures running behind, but couldn't find anyone.
"Where's Wang Lu'an?"
"He," Zhang Wenjing smiled sarcastically, "he's squatting in the teaching building."
"?"
"That idiot ate too much food. When he came to the inspection, he complained of a stomachache and went to the toilet... No, Xueba helped him."
Yu Fan was stunned for a few seconds before suddenly saying, "Who are you talking about?"
"Student master, Chen Jingshen." Zhang Wenjing raised her chin, "Here, what about it."
Yu Fan looked along.
Chen Jingshen was tall and thin. He was wearing a school uniform, and he squeezed abruptly next to a group of people in sportswear.
A person who was panting for life after running 400 meters actually came to participate in the 3,000-meter event?
Yu Fan: "Is he a lap behind?"
"How is that possible?" Zhang Wenjing glared at him, "The real Xueba is not showing his face, and he is competing with three sports students for the top three."
"??"
Before Yu Fan could react, Zhang Wenjing shouted to the students in the next class: "Here we come! Sprint now! Hurry up! Shout!"
"Cheer up Xueba!!"
"Sprint to the top student! Sprint!!"
"Scholar Chong! Overtake that little eye in front!!!" Zhang Wenjing yelled.
Amidst their noise, Yu Fan stared blankly at Chen Jingshen exerting strength, accelerating, and then breaking through the 3,000-meter finish line second.
At the last moment, he accelerated a little hard, and Chen Jingshen jogged for a few more steps before stopping.
He stood firmly, and after stopping, he bowed slightly and turned his face, as if he was waiting for the referee beside him to report the result.
Chen Jingshen was sweating a little, his school uniform was damaged during the running, his hair was a little fluttering, and his whole body was messed up, completely opposite to his usual serious appearance.
But his expression was still calm, and his handsome face was sullen, embarrassing the tired boys beside him.
The referee said a number to him, Chen Jingshen nodded, and like all the boys, he grabbed the hem of his clothes and wiped the sweat from his chin.
The tight waist and abdomen flashed by.
— "Ahh! Second! How is it? Have you finished registering your grades? Can I go to deliver water?"
Zhang Wenjing's scream brought Yu Fan back to his senses.
Chen Jingshen obviously also heard the movement here, and looked up at him.
Yu Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked away: "I'm going back."
Fighting with someone who has just finished running 3,000 meters is no match for victory.
Wait, I'll beat you up tomorrow.
But why does this person look not tired at all? Even among so many sports students, he can take the second place.
Is he better at long-distance running than sprinting
Holding on to the ground is also to pretend? Forget it, with his physique, he might be lying on the ground in two minutes—
The arm was grabbed from behind, and Yu Fan was forced to turn around before he could react.
Facing Chen Jingshen's dark eyes, Yu Fan was slightly startled: "What the hell—"
Chen Jingshen shook his body and leaned straight towards him.
Yu Fan was taken aback, and subconsciously reached out to catch him.
Someone taller than him fell on top of him, with his head resting on his shoulders, he could even feel Chen Jingshen's hot body temperature.
"I'm sorry." The person on the body breathed warmly, and said in his ear with a weak voice that seemed to be about to go into shock, "I can't stand anymore."