After I was marked by a rival

When walking in the phalanx, they would shout slogans when passing the rostrum. Dou Zhiyuan heard a few class slogans that were quite funny, such as "Grade 1 (Class 6), the beast descends the mountain, no matter how many classes he has, all of them will be turned over", "6 Class [-], No. [-] in the world, the eldest is dead, the second is paraplegic" and so on. The painting style is getting wilder than the other, and Lao Zheng's face on the rostrum turns green.

Fortunately, the slogan of their class is quite satisfactory, this wave should be able to increase the favorability in Lao Zheng's mind, right?

Unexpectedly, when he walked to the rostrum, Dou Zhiyuan, who was holding the class flag, heard shouting from behind: "Class 3 participated in the sports meeting, Class 4 went to bed early, my class Dou is awesome, I have to say goodbye to the soft girl, Class 3, class 3, high morale, undefeated, sweeping the field!"

Dou Zhiyuan: "..."

After shouting passionately, the other classes all laughed. Unexpectedly, they would also call out to the class next door and make fun of the flag bearer of their own class. Looking back, I still held back.

It wasn't until he reached the edge of the playground that Dou Zhiyuan turned around and asked the girl behind him, "Who thought of the slogan?"

The girl said excitedly: "Wei Tong thought about it, saying that our class is more peaceful than other classes. I am afraid that others will not remember the temporary change. Isn't it amazing?"

Dou Zhiyuan ground his molars, and after thinking about it, he still couldn't help laughing: "It's pretty amazing, it's awesome."

After walking in the square, the student representatives and school leaders spoke. Dou Zhiyuan went up to speak, and then Lao Zheng announced the official start of the sports meeting.

Dou Zhiyuan's competition was ahead, so he even rejected the request from the rostrum to make a pre-match broadcast.

Returning to the rest area of ​​his class while taking off his school uniform jacket, Dou Zhiyuan saw Wei Tong sitting on the steps of the stands, lowering his head to Yuan Lin in class 4, showing his slender neck: "Help me pin the number plate .”

The number plate of the No. [-] Middle School is the most primitive kind of fabric, which needs to be fixed with pins. Generally, it is difficult to handle it by yourself, and you have to help each other.

Dou Zhiyuan squinted at Wei Tong. He took off his school uniform jacket. He probably didn't bother to unzip the zipper and took it off by pulling the collar. I don't know.

It was the first time that Dou Zhiyuan felt that the summer school uniform could be so ill-fitting, so he walked over and casually said, "Yuan Lin, have you issued your class number cards yet?"

"Huh?" Yuan Lin turned around.

Dou Zhiyuan motioned him to look at the rest area of ​​Class 4: "The first project will be inspected soon..."

"Oh..." Yuan Lin immediately stood up and said, "I almost forgot!"

He is the sports committee of Class 4, and hastily stuffed a stack of number plates into Dou Zhiyuan's hands: "God Dou, please tell Jiang Ran that I will get the number plates for your class, and you can help him get the number plates for Big Boss Wei." Hold on, I'm leaving!"

After speaking, he jumped over the row of chairs in the stands and went back to his class area.

Dou Zhiyuan sat down beside Wei Tong.

Wei Tong straightened up and looked back at Dou Zhiyuan, following his movements, the hem of the school uniform finally fell down, covering his waist, and he lazily said to Dou Zhiyuan: "Your first event starts at 9:50? "

Dou Zhiyuan gave a "hmm", found Wei Tong's number plate, and fixed the pin for him.

Wei Tong turned his head and waited for Dou Zhiyuan to give him another number plate: "My 9:40 is about the same as yours, so I won't cheer you up."

"To each other," Dou Zhiyuan smiled, and helped him pin the number plate neatly, "Looking forward to your wonderful performance from the air."

"Where's your number plate?" Wei Tong lowered his head and rummaged through it and said, "Hurry up, I'll fix it for you too."

Dou Zhiyuan smelled a faint scent of perfume wafting from his glands, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Has anyone told you..."

"What?" Wei Tong turned around.

"It's nothing," Dou Zhiyuan gave up and said, "Don't squeeze into the crowd for a while, exercise will speed up the volatilization of pheromones in your body."

"I know..." Wei Tong pointed to the waiting area for Omega athletes on the playground, "I haven't reached the point where I can't read."

what do you know.

Dou Zhiyuan said that to bow his head to an Alpha without any scruples and show the back of his neck is tantamount to luring others to commit crimes.

But forget it, I only blame the school uniform's POLO shirt collar is too short, it would be nice if it could be a little higher.

At 9:40, Wei Tong's inspection has already started.

The sprint race is generally the most concerned event in the sports meeting. Because of the excitement, the winner can be determined in a short time, so the plastic track beside it was crowded with students who came to watch, and there were many people. Come on for your own class.

Dou Zhiyuan was inspecting the high jump field on the side. Jiang Ran had just finished a competition, and was next to him. Seeing the crooked number plate on his back, he smiled and said, "Who gave you another, why is one side high and the other low?"

After speaking, I have to reach out to help him take it down and put it back together.

"Don't move..." Dou Zhiyuan looked towards the runway not far away.

Jiang Ran also followed his gaze.

There was a "bang" gunshot, and there was a burst of fierce shouts on the field: "Come on! Come on!"

Amidst the crowded crowd, a black shadow flashed across the track at high speed.

"Ahhh!" Someone screamed, "Wei Tong! Wei Tong!"

In less than a minute, the competition was over. Someone came back from watching the excitement on the side of the track and said: "Class 1 is too good, one Wei Tong, the other classes are all useless."

"You didn't see the face of No.2. If I remember correctly, he won the first place in the 100 meters last year, right?"

"That one is from class 7. Fan Tiancheng from class 100 won the first place in the 4m last year, but I think he's out of the running. If you don't believe me, watch the finals. I just heard from the referee that Wei Tong almost broke the record. An Omega is too powerful. "

"Boss Wei deserves to be Boss Wei, who overturned my perception of Omega..."

Jiang Ran exclaimed, "Wei Tong, you really are not an ordinary person."

"Well," Dou Zhiyuan nodded, deeply agreeing, "He really isn't."

After 100 meters, it was 800 meters. Lan Xuan stood in Omega's exclusive waiting area, jumping up and down, but couldn't calm down.

"Move more," Wei Tong instructed him, "stretch your tendons so you don't get sprained in a while."

"Xuanxuan! Lanxuan!" Fan Tiancheng called him not far away, "I'll run with you later, don't be nervous, come on!"

"Damn it!" said the contestant from Class 4, "Fan Tiancheng, please show some face, I'm still here."

"Friendship comes first, competition comes second," Fan Tiancheng said with a "hehe" smile, "I will cheer for you too, the same."

The players from Class 4 rolled their eyes.

"I'm so nervous," Lan Xuan said anxiously, "Who wants to see Fan Tiancheng, I want to see Dong Qingqing, at the same table, you go and get the phone for me, the unlock code is 12345, open the album, and there are his photos in it." For the photo, you will help me hold him for a while, and I will try my best to reach the finish line."

Wei Tong: "..." Although it was an unreasonable request, but the athlete was the biggest, Wei Tong went anyway.

Back in the rest area of ​​shift 4, Dou Zhiyuan had already returned and was standing by the steps drinking water.

Bao Ning was sitting there helping everyone to look things up. When he saw Wei Tong coming back, he said excitedly, "Boss Wei, you are so amazing! I just saw you in the stands as an afterimage. There is hope for our class to win the championship, God Dou I also won the first place in the high jump, let’s work hard in the final!”

"Thank you," Wei Tong looked at Dou Zhiyuan, "Are you 3000 meters in the afternoon?"

"Well," Dou Zhiyuan put down the mineral water and said, "Let's go, let's go to the playground together."

Wei Tong and Dou Zhiyuan stood still at the side of the playground. Wei Tong took out Lan Xuan's phone, clicked on the photos, and saw a "Shen Xianqing" category album. When he opened it, a boy with a melon-shaped face and purple hair dyed jumped up. come out:"……"

Dou Zhiyuan came over to have a look: "Who is this?"

Wei Tong thought about Lan Xuan's usual description of this boy, and said uncertainly, "Lan Xuan's...love?"

Dou Zhiyuan: "..."

The 800-meter race started. Wei Tong stood calmly on the spot and helped Lan Xuan hold the phone. On the first lap, he saw Lan Xuan running towards him: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Then it passed.

By the second lap, Lan Xuan was already tired.

He gasped for breath, and his speed slowed down significantly.

"Keep a constant speed," Dou Zhiyuan said to the past, "There is still hope for nothing, and you can rush towards the finish line."

The stamina of Omega is generally not high. After all, Wei Tong is a minority. Lan Xuan is already very good. Wei Tong also followed: "I'll help you grab your idol's magazine next month, hold on for half a circle, immediately It's almost there."

Lan Xuan gritted his teeth and tried his best, No.5 crossed the finish line.

Although the defeat was glorious, Fan Tiancheng was happier than his class winning the game: "Xuanxuan, you are amazing, I invite you to drink milk tea this afternoon!"

Wei Tong got inspiration from Lan Xuan, and asked Dou Zhiyuan, "How do you want me to cheer you up this afternoon? To run with you? Or do you have any idols?"

"Who is the idol? I don't know," Dou Zhiyuan said deliberately, "I only know Wei Tong."

Wei Tong: "..."

Dou Zhiyuan smiled, and heard the announcement of the start of the 100-meter final: "Go, I'll wait for you at the finish line."

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