Sports will continue for the next two days.
Ling Song didn't run around anymore, and just waited in the stands obediently.
Without Wen Yuanchu's reminder, he took the initiative to read and study. Taking advantage of these two days, he made several sets of papers.
During this period, Wen Yuanchu took the first place in the long jump again, and advanced all the way to the final of the basketball game.
That fellow Jiang Yiming didn't dare to find fault again, even though he was at odds with others on the court, with Wen Yuanchu around, their class still won the high school men's championship.
Wen Yuanchu is awesome, Ling Song is already tired of saying this.
He was so convinced that he couldn't even get jealous.
There is only one capital letter of admiration for Wen Yuanchu.
After the awards of the basketball game, Wen Yuanchu returned to the stands and sat down beside Ling Song.
He took out two signature pens, put them in front of Ling Song, and asked him to choose one.
Ling Song didn't understand: "This is your prize, what are you doing for me?"
"I don't need so many, I'll give you one."
The basketball game is a team event, and the two new basketballs as prizes belong to the class, but Wen Yuanchu also won the first place in the single event of high jump and long jump, and each won a signature pen, one black and one blue, with a metal casing, a very high-end brand, and the style is also good-looking .
Ling Song was a little embarrassed: "Isn't this something I did for nothing? I will compete in the 5,000-meter race in the afternoon. Maybe I can get the ranking myself."
"I'm happy to give it to you, you just keep it."
Ling Song stopped talking, he picked the black one, thanked Wen Yuanchu, and accepted it happily.
Then I went to show off to Zhang Yang and the others: "Isn't this nice? Wen Yuanchu gave it to me."
Someone said contemptuously: "It's not that you can't afford it, it's just a signing pen. As for being so happy?"
"What do you know, this is a prize that you can only get if you get the first place, it's different from the one you bought."
"... That's not what you won yourself."
"It's the same for Wen Yuanchu who won back." Ling Song was very proud.
It turned out to be a show of affection.
Each person has a couple's signature pen, which really blinds people's eyes.
Dog man man.
No one paid any attention to him.
Ling Song didn't realize that he hated him at all, he just took that pen as a topic when these people were jealous of him.
After writing a few articles, I felt that it was a waste, so I put away my pen.
"I'll wait until the next test."
Wen Yuanchu seemed to be tired, so he took off his school uniform to cover his head, and quickly fell asleep on his knees.
Ling Song got stuck on a problem and had no idea to solve it for a long time.
Rubbing to Wen Yuanchu's side, he stretched out his hand to poke his arm a few times, but Wen Yuanchu didn't move, so he had to forget it.
There was a shadow under the school uniform, against which half of Wen Yuanchu's face was exposed, Ling Song's eyes moved over and paused slightly.
When the man fell asleep, he was soundless and extremely quiet.
Even if there is only a small half of the side face that is not blocked, the contour lines are perfect.
Ling Song subconsciously approached and sniffed lightly.
Wen Yuanchu has a special fragrance on his body, which is very pleasant.
Wen Yuanchu suddenly turned his head and slowly opened his eyes.
Ling Song was taken aback for a moment, and quickly backed away.
It was embarrassing to be caught.
"What?" Wen Yuanchu asked.
Ling Song sneered: "It's nothing, you sleep and you sleep."
"If you are tired from reading, you can also sleep for a while to recharge your energy, and you will have a game in the afternoon."
"I know."
Ling Song didn't have the nerve to tell him more, so he sat aside and continued to work on the topic absent-mindedly.
Why does he always do some inexplicable things recently
They are all related to Wen Yuanchu.
Too strange…
Wen Yuanchu didn't sleep for too long, and woke up in half an hour.
He opened the mineral water and took a few sips.
Ling Song raised his eyes, staring at his rolling Adam's apple.
Until Wen Yuanchu looked over.
Ling Song smiled at him: "Wen Yuanchu, I have finished the math problem of this unit, please help me to correct it."
There was an answer at the end of the exercise book, but he just wanted Wen Yuanchu to correct it for him.
Of course Wen Yuanchu knew that there was an answer at the back of the exercise booklet, so he took it without saying anything, and carefully helped Ling Song correct it.
Then explain to him carefully what Ling Song did wrong.
Ling Song was a little distracted, and when Wen Yuanchu finished speaking, he couldn't help asking him: "Hey Wen Yuanchu, do you wear perfume on your body? It smells so good."
Wen Yuanchu frowned and answered him: "No."
Ling Song's dog nose leaned over and sniffed vigorously: "Obviously, it has such a fragrance, and those girls don't have your fragrance."
"... the smell of washing powder."
Ling Song continued to ask: "Then what brand of washing powder do you use?"
Wen Yuanchu was a little speechless: "I'll go back and ask."
Ling Song said with a smile: "I will also ask my aunt to use yours in the future. It smells just like yours."
"Um."
Wen Yuanchu didn't remind him, it sounded really strange.
As long as he is happy.
In the afternoon, a 5,000-meter long-distance run.
The 5,000-meter race was the last race before the closing ceremony. Half an hour earlier, the two of them went down to the infield to warm up.
Ling Song was very excited, jumping up and down.
Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "Save some energy, don't rush too hard for a while, and save your energy to persevere until the end."
"Understood, Yuanchu father."
Ling Song stretched his hands and feet.
Wen Yuanchu suspected that he didn't listen at all.
Sure enough, when it was the official game's turn, Ling Song was the first to rush out when the whistle sounded.
Wen Yuanchu had no choice but to follow.
"Run slower."
"No, I want to take the first place."
The first lap and the second lap were fine. From the third lap onwards, everyone started to slow down, and Ling Song was no exception.
His breathing was panting, and Wen Yuanchu followed beside him: "Persist if you can, and forget it if you can't."
Ling Song refused: "Wen Yuanchu, don't look down on me."
He rushed forward again sullenly.
Wen Yuanchu was helpless.
He has always known that Ling Song's personality is actually quite stubborn.
Circle after circle, people kept quitting because they couldn't hold on.
People who were still on the runway also ran and stopped, and the distance was wide open.
Ling Song was sweating profusely. After running for a few steps, he stopped and supported his knees to pant a few times, and then continued to run.
This month, he has been running with Wen Yuanchu in the morning, and he still underestimated the difficulty of running five kilometers in one breath.
But he didn't want to be so humiliated and give up halfway.
He stopped Wen Yuanchu also stopped.
Wen Yuanchu didn't persuade him to withdraw from the competition, and just followed him.
Zhang Yang and Wang Zide sneaked into the infield to cheer them on and threw water at them.
Ling Song stopped and took a big sip, wiped his lips, and said to Wen Yuanchu: "You can run faster, why do you keep following me, you run first, don't wait for me."
Wen Yuanchu did not agree: "No."
"I'm with you."
In the last lap, Ling Song's physical strength has reached its limit.
Someone has already crossed the finish line, and those who were originally behind him have also caught up and passed.
He gritted his teeth desperately and persisted, but when he was only half a lap away from the finish line, his legs weakened and he fell forward to the ground.
Weighing the ground with one palm, there was a piercing pain in the ankle, although Wen Yuanchu helped him in time, it was still painful.
Wen Yuanchu squatted on the ground and supported him: "Are you okay?"
Ling Song was covered in cold sweat, gritted his teeth and shook his head: "It's okay."
He struggled to stand up and continue to run.
Wen Yuanchu held him back: "It's really not possible, forget it."
Ling Song refused, sweat flowed into his eyes, he blinked hard a few times, and said with a smile: "Wen Yuanchu, it's rare for me to persist in doing one thing, so just let me do it to the end."
Wen Yuanchu didn't persuade him any more, and grabbed his wrist.
In the last half of the circle, it was almost Wen Yuanchu who took Ling Song's hand and led him forward.
On the side of the track, the dean asked Ma Guosheng worriedly and hesitantly: "These two students in your class are really close?"
Ma Guosheng nodded happily: "Indeed, the student Wen Yuanchu had always been withdrawn, but later he offered to help Ling Song make up lessons, and the advanced led the backward. Ling Song's homework gradually caught up, and Wen Yuanchu was also cheerful and gregarious. I didn’t even participate in the activities, this sports meeting was led by Ling Song, and I also registered for all the events.”
The dean was not happy at all.
"You... stare at them more."
"It's one thing to have a good relationship."
"It's a troublesome thing if it's too good."
Ma Guosheng: "?"
Why is this tone the same as telling him to prevent the students from falling in love early? Isn't that two boys
Only Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu were left on the track, and the rest had either crossed the finish line or retired early.
Under the watchful eyes of all the teachers and students in the school, being led by Wen Yuanchu by the wrist, Ling Song's mind went blank.
What kept echoing in his ears were only his heavy panting, and the sound of his heart beating rapidly due to strenuous exercise or other things.
Boom boom boom.
One sound, very powerful.
He and Wen Yuanchu crossed the finish line side by side.
The classmates who came to help them cheer up rushed forward and surrounded them.
Ling Song almost fell into Wen Yuanchu's arms because of his weak feet and being bumped by an over-excited classmate.
Wen Yuanchu put his arms around his waist and helped him to stand firm. There was no joy on his face when he finally finished the race, but instead he frowned and looked ugly.
"What happened to your foot?"
Only then did Ling Song realize that he had sprained his left ankle just now.
It must be numb.
Wen Yuanchu squatted down and helped him roll up the trouser legs of his school uniform. Sure enough, his ankle was already bruised and swollen.
"I'll carry you to see the school doctor."
"No… "
Ling Song subconsciously refused, and Wen Yuanchu raised his eyes.
Touching the coldness in his eyes, Ling Song swallowed more words that he hadn't said yet.
"Come up."
Ling Song reluctantly lay on his back.
Wen Yuanchu picked him up.
All the students who were surrounding them seemed to feel the coldness in Wen Yuanchu's body, and they automatically stepped out of the way.
Being carried on Wen Yuanchu's back, he left the stadium in full view.
Ling Song felt like a glow on his back.
But he didn't dare to complain too much, and whispered in Wen Yuanchu's ear: "Wen Yuanchu, are you angry?"
"No." Wen Yuanchu's voice was cold.
Obviously there is.
Ling Song was very depressed: "Do you think that I am incompetent and deliberately trying to be strong, which will only cause trouble for others?"
"I just don't want to give up halfway and look like a waste."
"You are so powerful, I can't even compare to you."
Wen Yuanchu didn't answer.
The tense expression eased a little.
"Wen Yuanchu, talk to me..."
"Don't do this in the future, do what you can."
"oh."
"You don't have to compare with me, you have your strengths, you are not a waste, never have been."
No wonder, the regent used to call him a waste.
Ling Song felt aggrieved.
... Forget it, we agreed not to mention that dead ghost anymore.
He lowered his head and leaned on Wen Yuanchu's shoulder.
It's better than Wen Yuanchu.
Ling Song thought to himself, he is really lucky in this life.