"In this fruitful September, we ushered in the Autumn Games again," the principal's thousand-year-old speech was speaking slowly on the podium, but the standing students seldom looked at the principal, not at The cloud is looking towards the ground. In short, it doesn't look at the principal, but it still gives the principal face. For example, Mu Meng and Wan Muqing are newcomers in this term. However, Yan Ling and Hong Yan were not at all mindful of the principal. This is likely to be their last sports meeting, and perhaps the last chance for the two of them to be together.
Yan Ling and Hong Yan looked at each other at the same time, and there would still be such a little tacit understanding in three years. It seems that their battlefield is destined not to be on the broadcasting station this year, but on the field.
"Now I announce the official start of the sports meeting." The principal's words finally came to an end. After a while, they would go to the radio station and take a look at it, even if they did their duties. In fact, to be honest, many people do not understand the two of them. They are the most qualified to stay on the radio station, but they do not use their rights to earn the benefits that others seem to deserve.
"Women's 100-meter race athletes, please come to the inspection office for inspection." Meng Yang's voice came from the podium. She has been used to sitting in the stands for so many years and cheering for the students silently, but this year she never expected it. However, Mu Meng and Wan Muqing have not stayed at the radio station all the time. It seems that they have been running projects for the past two days.
"The women's 800-meter finalist, please come to the inspection office for inspection." After saying that Mu Meng went to the inspection office and waited, but Yan Ling was different, got up and asked Hong Yan, "Will you still wait for me at the finish line this year? ?" Yan Ling didn't know why she would ask this, she just wanted him to be by her side, but why? This may be the last time. When the sports meet is over, he should go to another city to prepare for the art test, and Hong Yan is destined to not be in the same city.
"The last year, how could it not be?" The two smiled at each other again. In the last year, Hong Yan was absolutely impossible to let himself regret this matter.
"Yanling, come on!" Yan Ling saw her classmates cheering for herself, and walked towards the inspection office with her expectations. The third year of high school obviously carries more thoughts than the first year and second year of high school, but it is still the first to arrive.
"Senior sister, you also run eight hundred?" Mu Meng saw Yan Ling and immediately went to say hello. In fact, at this school, she still likes Yan Ling and Hong Yan very much. I don't know why, Mu Meng always treats them. Kind of inexplicable intimacy. He didn't understand until many years later.
"Well, so are you, come on!"
"Senior sister, you have to come on, too."
"You should go now."
"Sister, see you again." Mu Meng didn't know that this was not only the last time she met Yan Ling in high school, but also the last time she ran 800 meters at the sports meet.
"Come on, Mu Meng!" Mu Meng always felt that she was hearing hallucinations. She seemed to have heard the guy named Wan Muqing cheering for herself. Could it be that her ears had a problem? Just let him be happy.
"Yanling get up, I'll help you go back." Hong Yan really didn't let herself have any regrets. He appeared next to Yanling the first moment when Yanling reached the end, he knew that Yanling needed him very much at this time.
"I will accompany you on the journey at 3,000 meters. We will always be the best partner." Mingming Yanling wanted to show her most beautiful smile to Hong Yan at this time, but when she thought of the upcoming separation, she shed tears. Then it flowed down involuntarily.
"Hey, how can you cry when you walk with me, so you don't want to accompany me." Hong Yan knows why Yanling shed tears, but his duty is to keep her from crying, even for himself. .