In early November, Haicheng No. 1 Middle School sports meeting.
Ling Song stood in the phalanx, still wearing the same gray and blue school uniform, holding two bright red and green plastic flowers in his hands, very disgusted.
Looking at the squad leader of the card holder in the front who was dressed in a neat suit and uniform, he felt even more unbalanced.
Wen Yuanchu, who was next to him, complained: "Shouldn't the most handsome stand at the front? Why can we only wear school uniforms and take two such ugly flowers?"
"Stand still."
Wen Yuanchu reminded Ling Song who was standing still.
Ling Song silently turned away.
It's so annoying.
After tossing for half a morning, after listening to the principal's passionate speech at the opening ceremony, I was finally able to sit down on the stage.
Ling Song held a lollipop in his mouth and looked around.
Wen Yuanchu reported a lot of events, and has already been called to play in the field.
It's a pity that it's too far away to see where people are.
After all, Wen Yuanchu still has humanity, and he has to learn even if he is not allowed to play on the sports field.
So he is bored right now.
Zhang Yang and the others were free to play backgammon. Ling Song looked at it for a while, but without much interest, he lowered his head and flipped through his phone.
You can bring your mobile phone in the sports meeting, but you are not allowed to play games.
Ling Song can only check WeChat.
There is a new friend application: add me.
The profile picture is a two-dimensional anime character, and the name is a string of Martian language.
Ling Song didn't think much, and clicked pass.
A few messages came in quick succession.
Ling Song, do you know who I am
It's okay not to know who I am.
I know who you are.
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Ling Song: In one minute, block you without mentioning who you are.
Over there: ... Xia Ranxing.
Who is this
After thinking for half a minute, he couldn't figure it out, so he casually asked those who were playing backgammon: "Do you know who Xia Langxing is?"
"A idiot from class eight," someone reminded him, "girl, stay away from him, don't let him get your ideas."
Ling Song was speechless.
I remembered, the one I met in the exam room during the monthly exam.
"... How do you know he's thinking about me?"
Wang Zide's eyes widened: "Really? Boss, you have to be careful. That person bullies men and women all day long, so it's not easy to mess with."
In what age is this, a high school student with no hair can still bully men and women
Anyway, Ling Song didn't believe it.
"My daughter really has a male face, it's all because her face is too good-looking."
Several people laughed together, and Ling Song, who had been teased, sat silently, put on Wen Yuanchu's earphones, and ignored them.
He also blocked Xia Langxing.
After waiting for half an hour, Wen Yuanchu still didn't come back.
Ling Song was really bored, so he ran to get close to the Youth League secretary.
The secretary of the league branch was a girl, so he mumbled a few words and easily got the pass to enter the field.
Wen Yuanchu jumped high on the other side of the grass.
It was not yet the turn of the sophomore group, so he stood alone outside the crowd and waited.
From time to time, people, especially girls, cast their eyes on him.
With his passport hanging around his neck, Ling Song ran to him and patted his arm: "Wen Yuanchu, did you compete?"
Seeing Ling Song, Wen Yuanchu's originally indifferent expression became gentle: "How did you get in?"
"Sell the passport in exchange for the color."
Ling Song shook his head.
The wind lifted a tuft of dull hair on the top of his head.
Wen Yuanchu raised his hand to help him press down.
There were low-pitched low cries from girls around.
Wen Yuanchu didn't feel strange at all, and helped Ling Song flatten the turned-up collar of his school uniform.
Ling Song blushed for no reason.
This man is really doing this kind of thing in public.
"... I'm going back, you stay here alone."
Wen Yuanchu opened his mouth to keep him: "Don't leave when you come, it will be your turn soon."
Ling Song turned his eyes away in embarrassment, and felt some strange emotions that he couldn't explain clearly.
Why did he get a special pass to watch Wen Yuanchu's game
Did your brain suddenly get flooded
But soon, Ling Song was no longer in the mood to think about these things.
As soon as Wen Yuanchu came on stage, he became the focus of everyone's attention.
Those who were still in the infield, as long as they didn't participate in the competition, almost all came to watch.
Wen Yuanchu remained calm as usual, jumping over the pole easily one after another.
He has a nimble figure and a beautiful posture, drawing perfect arcs in the air.
Ling Song stared at it intently.
He is too envious.
How can this man be so good at everything.
awesome!
In the end, Wen Yuanchu broke the school boys' high jump record with a score of 1.95 meters.
The radio broadcast the happy news three times in a row.
Wen Yuanchu walked back to Ling Song and took the school uniform jacket from him.
Ling Song stared at him in a daze, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "You are too powerful."
"Um."
Ling Song envied and hated.
"Is there anything in this world that you don't know?"
Wen Yuanchu thought for a while and said, "Yes."
Will not please his sweetheart.
Ling Song didn't believe it: "You are too modest, you must know everything."
Wen Yuanchu shook his head: "I'm just an ordinary person."
Wen Yuanchu is an ordinary person, so he is a waste!
Ling Song resolutely does not want to admit this.
Wen Yuanchu patted his waist: "Go back."
Back in the class stands, the whole class warmly applauded to welcome Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu's expression was as usual, but Ling Song, who was shining with glory, suddenly felt a little proud.
Forget it, keep a good attitude, and resolutely don't do pink eye disease.
But there will always be people who are jealous.
Jiang Yiming just came back from running 200 meters and also won the first place.
But compared with Wen Yuanchu's record-breaking one, it's not enough to look at.
Everyone's attention was on Wen Yuanchu.
Jiang Yiming threw off his school uniform vigorously, and scolded a small boy who was enthusiastically talking about Wen Yuanchu: "This is my position, get out of here."
The positions in the stands are obviously casual.
The boy refused to accept it, and deliberately argued a few words, and opened his mouth, but seeing the tall and big Jiang Yiming, who was sullen and angry, he didn't dare to speak anymore, and sat down in the back row aggrieved.
Ling Song was bragging a little bit with others, when he happened to see this scene, he curled his lips in disgust.
What kind of person is bullying and afraid of hard things.
There is a basketball preliminaries in the afternoon.
Ling Song repeated his old tricks, and went to the party secretary to ask for a pass, and followed him to the infield to watch.
During the warm-up, Jiang Yiming reminded Wen Yuanchu with a cold face: "Basketball games cannot be won by one person showing off. It requires teamwork. You have never participated in a training session before. If you can't get into it after a while, please quit and replace. "
Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
Ling Song chimed in: "Take care of yourself, who doesn't know that you are the one who likes to show off the most."
Jiang Yiming's face turned darker.
Before he could quarrel with Ling Song, the referee teacher was already urging both teams to play.
Jiang Yiming went on a rampage all the way, kept making small moves, grabbed the ball and didn't pass it to his teammates for a long time, insisting on shooting by himself.
But because he was too impatient, his shooting percentage was not as good as in usual training.
Jiang Yiming became even more angry when he was blocked by an opponent player again, cursing and swearing.
The other party is not a vegetarian either, so he opened his mouth and responded.
The two started arguing with each other, and the quarrel became louder and louder. They were about to fight, and the referee hurriedly blew his whistle to stop them.
Wen Yuanchu walked over, and raised his chin at Jiang Yiming expressionlessly: "Go down and change to someone else."
"Why?! I am the captain!"
"Teacher Ma said it."
Ma Guosheng didn't know when he appeared on the sidelines, frowning, as if he was very dissatisfied with the students in his class who almost got into a fight.
Ling Song leaned beside him, chattering about Jiang Yiming.
Jiang Yiming clenched his fists tightly, panting heavily with a gloomy expression.
Wen Yuanchu signaled him again in a cold voice: "Go down and change."
Jiang Yiming smashed the ball to the ground hard.
The new teammate was not as good as Jiang Yiming, but they played very well together with the others. Their team finally got smooth sailing, quickly increased the score, and kept pressing the opponent until the end.
Unsurprisingly won.
As soon as the whistle sounded, Ling Song rushed up to deliver water to Wen Yuanchu.
While pounding his back, he praised him with hype.
Wen Yuanchu grabbed his hand: "No need."
Remind him again: "Just watch the game when you watch the game, don't always make small moves."
"You mean Jiang Yiming?" Ling Song disapproved, "I just sued him, why am I still afraid of him?"
I am not afraid of anyone except the Regent!
Wen Yuanchu endured it and didn't say any more.
They left the infield and didn't rush back to the stands. They went to the cold drink shop outside to buy ice soda to drink.
Ling Song squatted outside the cold drink shop with a straw in his mouth to tease the wild cats that appeared out of nowhere.
A gloomy voice sounded above his head: "Ling Song, are you very proud?"
Ling Song raised his eyelids.
Sure enough, it was Jiang Yiming.
Ling Song threw out the sentence "I don't know what you are talking about", and continued to tease the cat.
Jiang Yiming scolded: "You're not weaned, are you? Sue the teacher like a primary school student? Are you interested?"
Stretching, Ling Song stood up and put the soda bottle in the box beside him: "Don't drink it, your saliva has spewed in."
"Neuropathy!"
Jiang Yiming raised his fist and wanted to hit someone, but Wen Yuanchu came out of the store after paying the bill, and stepped forward to block Ling Song: "Get out."
Jiang Yiming sneered: "Wen Yuanchu, what do you want to protect Ling Song like a chicken? I really didn't realize that you care so much about Ling Song's grandson."
Wen Yuanchu still said the same word: "Get lost."
His attitude completely angered Jiang Yiming.
Jiang Yiming spat viciously: "What do you think you are? Disgusting faggot, do your parents know that you two men are having sex?"
Ling Song pushed Wen Yuanchu away, stepped forward, and blushed angrily: "Who are you saying is gay?!"
He knows this word, a few days ago he secretly went to the school post bar, and saw a girl teasing him and Wen Yuanchu like this.
But joking ridicule is different from Jiang Yiming's malicious insults.
Things can be eaten indiscriminately, but words can't be said indiscriminately.
Why is Wen Yuanchu a gay guy? He obviously has a girl he likes!
Jiang Yiming said in a strange tone: "Anyone who looks like he has been poked in a sore foot is talking about whoever is, die, geek!"
For people like Jiang Yiming, the more you talk to him, the more excited he becomes.
Wen Yuanchu didn't want to waste words with him here, so he pulled Ling Song who was furious: "Let's go."
Jiang Yiming was still puzzled, and continued to catch up and scold: "Why are you running? Are you guilty? Am I right? You two are shameless gays!"
Ling Song shook off Wen Yuanchu's hand vigorously, turned around and punched Jiang Yiming in the face.