Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

All unfinished journeys, fate is unwilling to be mediocre...

The weather in Taipei is like an innocent child, moody. One moment the sky is clear, a breeze may greet the flying birds in a friendly way, but more often it fights back against the birds' indifferent attitude.

The rehearsal time for the sports meet was scheduled for the afternoon extracurricular activities. Although Wang Can missed the opportunity to show his skills, he could not escape the fate of being misunderstood. His strong and healthy appearance deceived too many people. Finally, the head of the grade pulled him to the flag team to shine.

On the green lawn outside the red plastic track, students sat in rows according to their classes, occupying the perimeter of the playground. In front of each class were several desks for writing cheering notes and distinguishing between classes.

The opening ceremony began with a "Hello... Hello..." sound of the microphone being tested successfully. The whistling cold wind blew up the loose school uniform jackets, quietly flowing down the untied school uniform pants, caressing the fragile ankles. The athletes waiting in the stands hugged each other for warmth.

Xu Xiaoxiao, wearing a white shirt tucked into black suit pants and white sneakers, entered the playground holding a wooden class sign, followed closely by Xu Xiaoxiao, holding a red class flag in the air. Three people in a row, four people in a column, the twelve athletes in spring school uniforms kept a distance of one meter in front, behind, left and right, and walked along the white line of the runway towards the rostrum.

Mo Zhichun walked on the innermost white line of the team, with his hair flying all over his face, and he couldn't raise his hands to tuck his hair behind his ears, so he sighed quietly. Pei Qiubai and Gu Ye next to him didn't have this worry at all.

"Walking towards us are the athletes from Class 18 of Senior 1. Vitality and energy are overflowing in everyone, and friendship and encouragement are conveyed in everyone's heart. The young men are dressed in bright clothes and riding horses, full of vigor and vitality.

Keeping one’s feet on the ground and working hard is their immortal oath…”

“Keep our feet on the ground and work hard.” The slogan disappeared in the whistling wind, and finally they walked past the rostrum, merged into a team, and quickly ran to the place under the national flag and stood still.

Mo Zhichun tucked the hair that had been eaten by her behind her ears and stood in the team waiting for the athletes from other grades to come in. Of course, the seniors in the third year of high school, who were busy with their studies, were still writing numbly in the examination room.

Red, yellow, blue, green and pink flags accompanied the young people's brisk figures as they stretched their bodies, igniting the vitality of youth.

"The first item of the meeting is to raise the national flag and play the national anthem. Everyone stand up." A calm and solemn voice echoed through the playground through the loudspeaker.

The students sitting around the playground stood up suddenly, their eyes focused on the slowly rising red national flag, until the national anthem was finished and the five-star red flag fluttered on the top of the flagpole...

The rest of the process is the same from elementary school to high school. Leaders give speeches, and athletes in the audience mechanically raise their arms and applaud at the right time. Classes scattered around the playground, students were handed out cut calligraphy practice papers early, and copied the cheering scripts printed by the students who ran away from school yesterday onto the calligraphy practice papers. The awards and rankings are fixed, but it would be a waste not to take the Morality Award.

After the game, the sports meet officially started. Lv Xueqin accompanied the athletes participating in the 100-meter race to the registration. Mo Zhichun and Xu Xiaoxiao were in different groups. They took off their black autumn school uniforms and handed them to Lv Xueqin outside the railing. They each found their positions to move their hands and feet. The big red printed numbers were dotted on the white number cloth, and four silver paper clips were stuck on the light blue summer school uniforms.

"Sister Mo, Sister Xiaoxiao, classmate Li, classmate Ji, come on in the competition. Pay attention to safety, safety first, competition second."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to go to the bathroom, Gu Ye sneaked to the basketball court behind the rostrum and cheered them on through the fence.

"Come on, I'll wait for you at the finish line." Pei Qiubai winked at Mo Zhichun, picked up the school uniform with black rubber bands on the cuffs from Lu Xueqin's hand and hugged it in his arms, his bright red lips moving up and down as he uttered a word silently.

"You guys go and wait at the finish line. It's windy here, and it's warmer because of the rostrum at the finish line. Zhizhi and I will be fighting for seventh place. To advance to the finals, it will depend on the battle between professional athletes Li and Ji." Xu Xiaoxiao pushed Lu Xueqin out of the small side door opened by the fence and returned to the competition team.

Among the male and female contestants, half of them were forced to do it. Compared with the three or four minutes of torture, the more than ten seconds of gasping for breath was like the last item in a clearance sale. Although it was a bit worn, it was still a bargain.

The gun went off, the swords were unsheathed, and at the start, the professional runners in spiked shoes were half a body length ahead of the others. When they were halfway through the race, they slowed down and looked back, and saw that they were far ahead of the others. They adjusted their speed and slowly welcomed the news of entering the finals. The spectators at the fence screamed, "This is too arrogant, it's a hatred, brother." The amateur runners were running in a sparse manner, and after being booed, they could only speed up and run breathlessly to the finish line.

Lu Xueqin pressed the clothes in her hands, freed one hand, took out a pen and paper from her school uniform pocket, and handed it to Gu Ye.

"Gu Ye, please do me a favor and write something for me. I say, you write it. This is fresh material for a novel."

"With four parts of indifference, three parts of ridicule, two parts of indifference, and one part of upturned corner of his mouth, he crushed his opponents with absolute strength, causing devastating psychological trauma to his opponents. Many years later, when his name is mentioned, the figure running wantonly will always come to mind. The breeze pulled up the corners of his mouth, and he ran towards the dazzling sunshine. His eyes seemed to be filled with stars and the sea, falling on the girl's heart. The sound of bangs bangs composed a prelude to a chaotic secret love..."

"Just write these first, and skip 10,000 words later." Lu Xueqian said regretfully. The sisters are full of ideas, and they wish they had a computer at hand, so that they can write the story of the protagonist getting married and having children.

"Eh~" Gu Ye dragged out his doubt. In his eyes, the boy was clearly provocative and deserved a beating. He was indeed strong, but they were on different paths and could not work together. He still couldn't stand the other party's disrespect for the game and the opponent.

After recording Lv Xueqian's impromptu performance, he closed the pink notebook, put the signature pen on the cover, and handed it to Lv Xueqian.

"Interview the author from Lu University. How did you judge the rich facial expressions of student No. 555 by looking at the back of his head? Do you have X-ray vision?"

Lu Xueqin shook her head and said meaningfully.

"Brother, you haven't read enough books. This stuff is all based on my years of experience and rich imagination. Logic and the like don't have much presence in cool stories. Everyone knows that a handsome guy will turn ugly if his facial muscles tremble when he runs fast, but the protagonist of a youth campus idol story has a big aura. If everyone has Pei's face, even if they make faces, they will think Pei is the most handsome. So this stuff is written for fun, it's just self-beautification of imagination. Who doesn't like beautiful things? If they don't have it in reality, they are not allowed to have it in dreams. Everyone is the protagonist of their own life story..."

"Will I look ugly if I make a face?" Pei Qiubai, who was standing aside as a pillar, suddenly spoke up.

"No, no, no, Brother Pei, I'm just giving you an example. With your looks, you'll never be ugly no matter what expression you make." Your bone structure is there, so it's impossible to be ugly even if you want to.