Quitting My Studies, ‘coz I Want to Date!

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Yao Yi and several classmates huddled together on a stool and shared a table, which looked extremely crowded.

On the opposite side of the class, Fu Chuan occupied a table and stool alone, which was very loose.

"Squad leader, go to the playground, it seems that someone in our class is injured!" A class of students suddenly ran over and called Yu Qingying away.

More than half of the people left in the first class.

At this time, some classmates in Class 2 wanted to eat snacks. Li Ge opened a few bags, looked around, and planned to pour the things on the table.

"Yao Yi, you can make room." Li Ge was very ruthless and chose to let Yao Yi go away.

The other classmates lying on the table are struggling to write, fighting for the honor of the second class's broadcast word, but Yao Yi alone is the only one with a small book to count there.

"Oh." Yao Yi scratched his head and stood up very freely. Then a person stood in the aisle and looked down at the numbers on the notebook, sketching out from time to time.

Originally, the whole school was crowded with people at this time. Everyone was shuttled back and forth. Yao Yi was forced to move around by abruptly, and finally he stopped with a backrest.

"Hiss—" After Li Ge distributed the snacks, he turned his head and looked around, trying to find Yao Yi and let her sit back. But I didn't want to see Yao Yi ran to the first shift, and still leaned against Fu Chuan's desk!

Fu Chuan probably hadn't noticed it yet. He was sitting obliquely with his head down and reading the book. And Yao Yi stood by the table, bowed his head and was still counting.

When someone who didn't know saw this scene, they might think they were close classmates, and Li Ge felt a toothache when he thought of the competitive relationship between the two.

What a crime, Yao Yi doesn't care about anything as long as he starts to do math problems.

"Pus-Pus-" Li Ge didn't dare to run over, only trying to make a little sound to attract Yao Yi's attention.

Li Ge picked up the phone and gave them a close-up, and then sent it to Yao Yi's phone.

This time it worked, Yao Yi bit his pen, tilted his head and took out the phone from his trouser pocket.

She frowned first, then looked up at the opposite side, and saw Li Ge, who was waving wildly.

Seeing that Yao Yi was still silent, Li Ge sent her another message:

The three exclamation marks fully reflected Li Ge's anxiety and madness.

Yao Yi turned his head to see the familiar back, then glanced at Li Ge, as if he understood something. He gave Li Gebi an ok gesture, and then naturally sat down beside Fu Chuan incomparably.

"??" Li Ge was stunned.

Everything in Li Ge's eyes resembled a slow-motion playback. After Yao Yi sat down, he even raised Erlang's legs, put the notebook on his knees, and concentrated on his own problems. Fu Chuan, who was next to him, turned his head and glanced at Yao Yi, and then turned back to look at his book.

…Excuse me, he thinks too much.

Li Ge turned around in despair, feeling for the first time that the emotions between learning the gods were not understandable by mortals like them. Their competition is full of grandeur and grandeur, and it's not what narrow people like them think.

He was wrong!

Li Ge walked out of the logistics area in a daze and disappeared into the crowded playground.

As for Yao Yi, she understood Li Ge's meaning as helping her find a place to settle down.

Fu Chuan still took the logic theory that he hadn’t read before. He considered his back to the table, while Yao Yi was in the opposite direction from Fu Chuan. She put it on her lap for a while, probably feeling tired, The little book is placed on the table, lying on the table and writing.

The two of them turned a deaf ear to the noise of the outside world, and focused on doing their own things. There was almost a vacuum around them, and the others couldn't get in at all.

At least it was this scene in the eyes of Yu Qingying, who had rushed back.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Qingying stepped forward to break the silence.

"Yao Yi, why did you come to our class?" Yu Qingying smiled slightly. "The monitor next door will also say that we snatched you over later."

"No." Yao Yi didn't even lift his head, doing his own question with heart.

Yu Qingying suffocated, clenched both hands, and then released it after a moment: "Yao Yi is really open-minded. I don't mind that our two classes are competitors."

Yao Yi was puzzled and raised his head: "The empty space in our class was squeezed out by your class. Isn't it right that we get along friendly?"

Fu Chuan suddenly closed the book and glanced at Yao: "Go to the supermarket?"

Yao Yi looked at Fu Chuan blankly, feeling inexplicably that he was going in the wrong direction.

"Let's go." Fu Chuan stretched out **** to hold Yao Yi's collar.

"Oh." Yao had to close the notebook and stumbled to follow Fu Chuan, leaving Yu Qingying in a daze.

The weather was a bit cold and the wind was strong, and Yao Yi sniffed.

Fu Chuan's Yuguang fell on Yao Yi, and said, "Last time you asked me to eat breakfast, did you still count?"

Yao Yizheng wanted to answer that he had already invited him once, and then he swallowed Fu Chuan's cold and sharp eyes.

"Okay." Yao Yi bowed his head and narrowed his mouth, feeling that he was taken advantage of.

Fu Chuan took the campus card in Yao's hand and went to the window to brush two cups of soy milk. I kept a cup for myself and handed Yao another cup.

"Do you just drink soy milk?" Yao Yi thought he would order other things to eat.

"Swipe again next time." Fu Chuan said lightly, returning the card to Yao Yi.

"Oh." Yao Yi bit the straw and walked out of the cafeteria behind Fu Chuan. He lowered his head and drank for a while before reacting: Why would she give him the brush next time?

Before he had time to question Fu Chuan's shrewd abacus, Yao Yi was already sitting with him under a tree in the flower bed.

Fu Chuan ignored Yao Yi, put the soy milk aside, picked up the book and continued to watch, returning to the state in the logistics area just now.

Yao Yi stared at Fu Chuan for a while, and finally took out his notebook to continue the calculation.

…

The next afternoon was the five-kilometer race. Yao Yi was still wearing a school uniform with a piece of thin wool inside.

"Is that a sports student? Looks very strong!" Han Jiaojiao shook his hands anxiously, worried about Yao Yi.

Among the six players on the field, Yao Yi stood on the far right and was close to the rostrum. The person next to her was dressed coolly, short-sleeved shorts, and a pair of sneakers. She even had a backflip on the spot.

The other contestants still have a look at the competition, at least watching their opponents so arrogantly can warm up calmly. Not only was Yao Yi wrapped up like rice dumplings, his eyes were also wide open, and he was extremely surprised by the player, his eyes full of respect and admiration.

Zhao Qian, who was standing on the edge of the playground, had already covered his eyes and felt ashamed.

The referee blew his whistle, and all the players lined up their positions and put themselves in a ready-to-run position.

There are running aids on the starting line, obviously, except for professional athletes, no one else will use it at all. The amateur players have already posed, but Yao Yi is the only one.

She squatted on the starting line, looked down on the running gear, and even poked her feet.

Now even Han Jiaojiao couldn't stand it anymore, so she covered her face and looked elsewhere.

"Classmate, are you alright?" the referee teacher asked Yao helplessly.

"Oh, okay." Yao retracted his foot, then slowly moved the walker aside.

Yao Yi's appearance of a country bumpkin entering the village made the professional athletes next to her laugh. Someone at the playground started to laugh quietly.

The referee teacher was serious and raised his gun: "Prepare—"

The first to start was the athlete, followed by Yao Yi. People with a discerning eye can see that the athlete's running posture is very standard. As for Yao Yi's short hair and long legs, his running posture is unrestrained and unrestrained.

In the stands, there are many unknowing seniors in the second and third years of high school and seniors complaining: "Is that a student running on behalf of you? Isn't it obvious that the gender is wrong, and it is shameful to let a boy go to a 5,000-meter race against a girl? "

"Girl, girl!" The high school student next to him shouted loudly after listening, very loyal to help the first grader explain.

The athletes slowly moved away from everyone, except for Yao Yi, who was biting tightly behind her. One lap, two laps, and three laps. By the fourth lap, the athlete has surpassed the other players by a full lap, and the distance is still widening.

In the playground, everyone in the stands was shouting.

This kind of rolling competition is really exciting. A few of them are cheering for the players in their class, and more of them have the mentality of watching the theater and are attracted by the athletes' rolling speed.

Yao Yi started to slow down and was soon dropped by half a circle.

Li Ge held the binoculars he didn't know where he got, and he was very anxious.

"One by one, are you running out of strength?" Han Jiaojiao clasped his hands tightly on his chest, extremely nervous.

Yao Yi couldn't feel the emotions of the audience, she just felt that the school uniform was a little in the way, slowed down and began to undress.

There was an uproar on the court, and everyone's attention shifted to Yao Yi.

Zhao Qian stood on the side and shouted: "Here! Yao Yi, here!"

As expected, Yao Yi threw the school uniform over in the air, and continued to take off the thin woolen clothes on his body. When he ran past Zhao Qian, he stuffed the clothes to him.

Sure enough, he felt different when he went into the battle lightly. Yao Yi had already been dropped for a full lap at this time, while the other players had two laps and three laps.

Yao started to increase his speed and get closer to the athletes.

Although professional athletes have a better understanding of the equipment and have better endurance than ordinary people, she has just practiced for a short time, and the long-distance running is not a long-distance running. By the third lap, the breath had begun to mess up.

After Yao Yi immediately caught up, the athlete didn't care at first, thinking that she was just another player who was over a few laps by herself.

Just staring at Yao Yi's short hair, the athlete suddenly recalled that he had never seen this back. As if recalling something, the athlete was overwhelmed with shock for a while.

"Fuck, over!" There was a commotion in the stands.

The frightened athletes gradually slowed down, covering their abdomen with one hand, and watched Yao Yi run farther and farther.