The villains are all my vests

Chapter 35 I will do whatever pose you like (25)

There is still 1 minute to prepare for the game.

Zhang Yang held a piece of crumpled paper and rubbed it next to Gu Zhihuan: "Brother Huan, can you write cheers like this?"

The 3000-meter long-distance race is a long and boring process.

Therefore, during the long-distance running, each player's support team is allowed to write a cheering speech for him, which is read out by the host.

Gu Zhihuan took it over and took a look.

On the paper was a series of crooked handwriting——

"Thank you to all the contestants for participating. You are the stars in the night sky this summer. You are calm and determined, but it is a pity that the victory belongs to Brother Yue. You belong to Class [-] and [-] of Senior High. You are destined to be just an unknown junior who will set off the protagonist. Thank you for your cooperation !"

Gu Zhihuan: "..."

Zhang Yang rubbed his hands excitedly: "What do you think? Isn't it very imposing?"

Jiao Pei took the note from Gu Zhihuan's hand, glanced at it, and commented: "It's very wretched, very shameless, and very beating."

The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth drooped: "This is a full-score composition that can only be produced by gathering the aura of the seventh class."

Gu Zhihuan smiled lightly, "Han Yue should like it."

While Gu Zhihuan and the others were discussing here, the competition had officially started.

The referee stood outside the runway holding the starting gun: "Men's 3000-meter race, get ready!"

Han Yue turned his head and glanced at Gu Zhihuan.

Against the light, Gu Zhihuan couldn't see Han Yue's expression, only vaguely felt that he should be smiling.

If Gu Zhihuan's "three good students" skin is a habit she has developed since she was a child, then Han Yue's "indifference and alienation" is more to cover up his love for Gu Zhihuan.

The farther away Gu Zhihuan was, the more tense Han Yue became.

It wasn't until Han Yue's accident this time... After the relationship between the two eased, Han Yue's domineering and secondary nature was re-exposed.

Thinking about it this way, Gu Zhihuan felt that Han Yue's selection as the "experimental subject" was not a purely bad thing.

Gunshots sounded.

Han Yue ran out like an arrow from the string, leading far from the beginning.

The people in Class [-] have subconsciously gathered around Gu Zhihuan: "Wow, brother Yue is too strong, he came up so fast."

The sports committee is very worried: "3000 meters is more important than endurance."

"We believe in Brother Yue's endurance!" Everyone said in unison.

Zhang Yang nodded desperately: "A man can't say no!"

Jiao Pei snorted lightly.

Han Yue is always far ahead.

Yao Daming, who was behind him, was thrown away for almost a full circle.

With a cold face, Gu Zhihuan involuntarily looked towards the finish line.

Zhang Yang pulled the people from class [-] to stand in front of the finish line, and he rolled up the fifth and third exam papers into a paper trumpet: "Here, come, cheer up, make your slogan louder, don't embarrass Brother Yue."

Everyone in class seven held their heads high.

Gu Zhihuan was pushed to the front by them.

Tao Xingchun was beside her, holding a bottle of water, smiling all over his face.

Han Yue's figure gradually approached.

Zhang Yang took the lead and yelled the slogan: "Class [-], class [-], always the first, Brother Yue first, dance disco tonight!"

The corner of Gu Zhihuan's eyes twitched: "I remember the previous slogan was not this?"

Zhang Yang waved his hand, and said triumphantly: "Seventh class talent, I improvised."

Han Yue stopped 100 meters before the finish line.

Zhang Yang led the people to shout the slogan three more times.

There were big hot sweat on Han Yue's forehead, he half bent over, and put his hands in front of his knees.

This action caused Han Yue's wide basketball uniform to drop slightly.

Many girls screamed frantically, dragging their friends to take pictures of Han Yue.

Gu Zhihuan frowned towards the center of his brows.

In the background, the cultural and entertainment committee picked up the manuscript handed over by Zhang Yang in grief and indignation.

She originally wanted to put this manuscript at the bottom, but the 3000-meter submission was not enthusiastic. All the good-looking people went to participate in basketball, high jump, swimming and other sports. The exhausting 3000-meter will always be class The most non-existent person in the group participated.

Commonly known as the abandonment of the Buddha's nature.

Han Yue glanced sideways at the specially set up radio station.

The cultural and entertainment committee member felt cold all over, gritted his teeth and read out Zhang Yang's manuscript.

"Thank you for your cooperation..."

The members of the clerk read to the end, and the audience was silent.

Zhang Yang was very disappointed: "The tone is wrong, this doesn't reflect the momentum our Class Seven should have."

So, in order for Han Yue to feel their encouragement and love, Zhang Yang strode onto the small stool he had prepared long ago, and waved his hand: "Class Seven——"

Everyone: "Come on!"

"Brother Yue—"

"First!"

"Who's number one?"

"Brother Yue!"

"Who is Brother Yue?"

"Han Yue!!!"

Gu Zhihuan has lost sight of this cult-like brainwashing.

Han Yue interacted with the Class [-] students very leisurely and calmly. With a smile on his face, he kept waving to those who were waiting for him at the finish line.

However, the next moment, Han Yue's smile froze.

A small figure silently chased after Han Yue, passed by Han Yue, and then broke out with an unprecedented momentum and slammed into the red finish line fiercely.

The audience was silent.

Zhang Yang was stunned for two seconds: "Damn Yao Daming, why did you rush up?"

Both eyes of Yao Daming were closed. When he heard Zhang Yang's voice, he seemed to come back to his senses. He opened his eyes tremblingly, glanced at Zhang Yang, rolled his Adam's apple, and was about to speak, but his face turned pale. He fainted in Zhang Yang's arms.

Han Yue ran over with a sinking face: "Where is the number one?"

Zhang Yang hugged Yao Daming tremblingly, and knelt down in front of Han Yue: "Brother Yue, he passed out."

Han Yue: "..."

No.1, which is at your fingertips, was handed over in an unexpected way, which everyone did not expect.

Just as Gu Zhihuan was about to step forward, Tao Xingchun had already come to his senses.

He handed Han Yue the water he had prepared long ago, and patted him on the shoulder: "You are already great to be second."

Han Yue lifted the hem of his clothes, wiped the sweat off his brow, and began to look for Gu Zhihuan in the crowd.

Gu Zhihuan was originally standing at the front of the line, but after hearing Zhang Yang's shameful slogan, she silently retreated to the end.

The front was full of people, Gu Zhihuan had to squeeze through the crowd.

Han Yue's height of 1.8 meters [-] stands proudly.

After changing his suit, he became a little more arrogant and conceited.

A head of chestnut hair reflected a soft color in the sun, which was very beautiful.

Seeing that Gu Zhihuan was blocked by a group of people, the sports committee directly strode over: "Everyone gives way, I don't have eyes, don't block my sister-in-law's way."

The crowd is automatically separated.

Han Yue and Tao Xingchun faced her sideways.

Tao Xingchun raised his head and looked at Han Yue motionlessly.

The warm sun in the afternoon covered him, illuminating the look in his eyes.

Gu Zhihuan's footsteps stopped.

It was an extremely uncomfortable look.

Greed to the point of chilling.

　Where is the cute recommendation ticket~
　　


(End of this chapter)