Bailangbian

Song Fengfeng took the headband and went downstairs, and gave the chocolates to Zhang Jing and the monitor.

The monitor is even more sensitive than Zhang Jing: "Who sent it?"

Song Fengfeng said he didn't know, and Yu Dong stayed in the classroom, but even he didn't know.

Today is the first day of the school sports meeting. Many students came to the school early in the morning to prepare props for the opening ceremony. Before Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng came, the class was already noisy.The squad leader recalled for a long time, but he didn't remember who released it.

"I gave it to Yu Dong, but he said he wouldn't eat sweets." Song Fengfeng told the squad leader the milk tea Yu Dong wanted to order, and while the squad leader was taking notes, he turned to talk to Zhang Jing, "And he looked very unhappy."

"Why?" Zhang Jing said, "He doesn't eat sweets? Then he drinks mandarin ducks with milk?"

Song Fengfeng bit off half a piece of chocolate: "Are you jealous of me?"

Zhang Jing: "...you think too much, Fengfeng, it's impossible. The cards and snacks Yu Dong received are much more expensive than yours. Do you remember the wine chocolate we ate last week? That letter Even Yu Dong can't understand it, it's so delicious."

The box of wine chocolates was given by a younger sister in the second year of junior high school, when Yu Dong was in school.Yu Dong said, "I'm sorry, I can't take it." The junior girl blushed and threw the box into Song Fengfeng's car basket, turned around and ran away.

"Delicious." Song Fengfeng recollected the taste of the box of liqueur chocolates, "Is that in Russian or German? It's so delicious, but it's a little short, and there are only four in a box."

"You ate two yourself!" Zhang Jing was indignant, "Will Yu Dong be jealous of your Dove?"

Song Fengfeng shrugged: "It makes sense."

The attention of the two was quickly attracted by the high jump project.The study committee member took part in the high jump. Although he was tall and had long legs, he just couldn't get over it.He was not ashamed or angry, and he flicked his hair, put the pole on it, turned around and said to the referee: I will jump again.

Song Fengfeng and Zhang Jing applauded for his calmness and demeanor far beyond those of his peers.

But this time it still didn't skip.

The crowd dispersed and gathered around the track one after another. The men's 400-meter race was about to start.

Since there are 12 classes in each grade, the group competition will be held twice, from the first to the third year of junior high school.Song Fengfeng is the representative of Class 1 of the third grade. Since it was not his turn, he started warming up nearby.

Zhang Jing is the conscientious leader of the broadcasting team. He kept writing on a pile of small notes in his hand: "The one who appears on the runway now is Song Fengfeng, the representative of Class 1 of the third grade of junior high school who is known as the Flying Eagle. He is vigorous and vigorous. The figure is like a black shadow on the runway, making the opponent frightened..."

"It's over." Song Fengfeng said, "Be humble."

He completed the warm-up exercise, and the 400-meter group competition in the first grade just started.Song Fengfeng stepped over the crowd to watch the game, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a boy with a fair face who was taller than a first-year junior high school kid among the crowd of spectators on the opposite side of the playground.

Yu Dong really came down to watch the game.

The sun was extremely fierce on the day of the school sports meeting, almost the fiercest day in October.Yu Dong squinted his eyes in the sunlight, with a calm expression, looking left and right, as if he was looking for someone.His fairness seems to be firmly fixed in his genes, and it is difficult to be affected and changed by the vicious sunlight by the sea.Qiuyang's drying just made his cheeks slightly red, and he looked a little more angry.

When the game was over, Song Fengfeng ran across the playground and directly pulled Yu Dong to the base camp of Class 1 of the third grade.

Yu Dong doesn't have any projects. He is mainly responsible for staying in the base camp and guarding everyone's water bottles, coats, wallets, and glasses.Zhang Jing stayed with him, kept writing on the small note, calling Song Fengfeng a cheetah for a while, and comparing the study committee member to a flying swallow for a while, racking his brains and exhausting all available metaphors.

Seeing no one around, Yu Dong whispered, "Song Fengfeng received the chocolate."

"Well, I've finished eating." Zhang Jing continued writing furiously.

"Who sent it?" Yu Dong asked again, "Do you know?"

Zhang Jing shook his head: "It doesn't matter who gave it to me, I ate it anyway."

Yu Dong failed to get an answer from Zhang Jing, so he turned his head and looked around.The students in the class are basically in the base camp, chatting in groups.No one seemed particularly close to Song Fengfeng, and no one gave Song Fengfeng too much attention.Yu Dong stared around but found nothing, but Song Fengfeng noticed him looking around boredly, got up and walked over.

Yu Dong sat blankly for a while, then turned to Song Fengfeng and asked, "Don't you have a competition?"

"It's coming soon."

Yu Dong turned to look at Zhang Jing again: "You also have a competition."

After the men's 400-meter race, there is the men's 4000-meter long-distance race, and Zhang Jing is among them.

No one wanted to apply for the 4000-meter long-distance race. As a sports committee member, Zhang Jing was coerced by Teacher Tong when he handed in the form, so he had to fill in a name himself. "Don't expect anything from me." He didn't look nervous, "I don't expect anything from myself either."

When Teacher Tong heard what he said, he directly twisted his shoulder: "Zhang Jing, you can do it!"

Zhang Jing rubbed his shoulders, frowning: "What can I do... I don't want to be a sports committee member, but it just happens to be my turn."

Teacher Tong didn't hear his complaints, and sat under the tree watching the game happily holding a thermos cup filled with wolfberry, red dates and chrysanthemum tea.She is not very old, but she pays great attention to health preservation. She often makes tea in the office and asks students to pour it if they want to drink. You are welcome.Yu Dong drank it a few times when he went to talk to her about things, and said that the taste was too weak for his taste, so he wanted to bring some honey and add it.

Teacher Tong told Yu Dong not to go to crowded places, but to take care of his arm first.Chatting on one end, the starting gun on the other end has already been fired.Yu Dong came back to his senses suddenly, turned his head and realized that Song Fengfeng had disappeared.

"Song Fengfeng!!!" A group of people on the runway were running and shouting, "Come on!"

Teacher Tong took a sip of warm tea slowly: "I can win."

Song Fengfeng first won the first place in the group stage, and then he won the first place in the final.

"I broke last year's record by 0.2 seconds!" He walked back with a few people with a towel on his head, and kept talking after catching Yu Dong, "I also set last year's record."

Yu Dong nodded.

"Why don't you go to see it?" Song Fengfeng was a little disappointed, "I ran very well and started very fast. When I crossed the finish line, the reporter from the school newspaper seemed to have taken a picture of me, and I saw the camera."

Yu Dong said "hmm" twice, patted his thigh with his left hand, and applauded Song Fengfeng.

Song Fengfeng sat beside him to rest for a while, and dragged him to watch Zhang Jing's match.

Zhang Jing's 4000-meter long-distance run needs to circle the playground 10 times.He occasionally plays badminton or takes a walk, but he has never participated in a four-kilometer competitive competition. Now standing on the starting line, he is in a daze.

"10 laps!" He turned his head and yelled at Song Fengfeng and Yu Dong outside the track, "10 laps, friends!"

"Just 10 laps." Song Fengfeng raised the milk tea in his hand, "The signature stockings you ordered have arrived, waiting for you at the finish line."

Yu Dong also smiled at him, still patting his thigh with his left hand and applauding Zhang Jing.

During the first lap, Zhang Jing still looked a bit like that. Although he was not the leader, he was not far behind.

By the third lap, Zhang Jing had become the third from last.

Song Fengfeng ran after him: "Stockings! Your stockings!"

Zhang Jing made it to the fifth lap and started walking.

Yu Dong and other students in the class followed Zhang Jing and moved outside the track: "Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Zhang Jing wiped the sweat from his face: "Please don't work harder! If I add, I have to move forward, I can't get off the stage. I'm going to abstain, teacher!"

Teacher Tong quickly caught up from the end of the cheerleading team: "Zhang Jing, you abstained here and I look down on you! Whether you can persist in the big exam next year and three years later depends on today!"

Zhang Jing: "What does this have to do with the 4000-meter race?"

After he started to take a walk, he stopped panting and breathed evenly, and he was full of breath when he argued, and he was justified: "Mr. Tong, you have an idealistic worldview, and you are not Marxist at all."

The referee ran past on the outside and shouted loudly: "Contestants don't chat! Run or run!"

Zhang Jing: "I won't run away..."

Teacher Tong and everyone: "Run!"

His voice was completely suppressed, so he could only hang his head and continue to grit his teeth and walk.

Zhang Jing was finally invited off the track by the referee. His walking behavior seriously delayed the entire game process.Zhang Jing began to push his nose and face again: "I will persevere until the end, whether I can pass the exam next year depends on today."

The referee happened to be his political teacher, and he blew the whistle: "Isn't it idealistic again! Zhang Jing, the representative of Class 1 of the third year of junior high school, complete the competition!"

Zhang Jing returned to the base camp and received warm hospitality. Everyone fanned him and handed him cold milk tea in stockings, and told him that he was the first one to be announced early by the referee since more than ten school sports games in the [-]th Middle School. Competitors who finish the game.

It can be said to have made history.

Yu Dong's mandarin duck was half drunk, Song Fengfeng asked him if he would go to watch his 4x400m relay preliminaries, Yu Dong immediately said "yes" and followed him.

"Is it fun?" Song Fengfeng asked him, "School sports meeting."

Yu Dong said: "My previous school also had a school sports meeting."

"Is it fun?" Song Fengfeng looked back at him, "This is a general interrogative sentence."

Yu Dong bit the straw: "It's okay."

It's actually quite fun.he said in his heart.

The noisy day has passed, the school sports meeting is coming to an end,

Yu Dong found that the emotions of the people around him were getting higher and higher, and almost everyone was eagerly waiting for the final match.

The last game of the school sports day was an exhibition match between the school basketball team and the teachers.

"Although our school's basketball team is not as famous as the football team, it plays well." Song Fengfeng untied his wrist and knee pads, "Wait a minute, I will help you find a good position."

Yu Dong is not very interested in basketball games: "Why isn't the football team playing an exhibition game?"

"There are more teachers playing basketball." Song Fengfeng explained to him, "There are relatively few young teachers in our school, and most of them are female teachers. The male teachers who can play the whole court can be counted on one hand. The basketball game is relatively fast. Easier."

Yu Dong glanced at his watch, there was still half an hour before the usual school dismissal time.

"Can I finish it in half an hour?" he asked, "I don't want to watch it."

Zhang Jing had already recovered from the fiasco in the morning, wearing Song Fengfeng's headband on his head, his school uniform jacket tied directly around his waist, and only a short-sleeved shirt on his upper body: "Why don't you watch it? The most fun thing is the exhibition game."

Yu Dong slowly frowned.

Both Song Fengfeng and Zhang Jing gradually became familiar with his various expressions.There are not many expressions on his face, and the act of frowning often points to various complex meanings: impatience, boredom, scrutiny, sarcasm...

"Savage." Yu Dong said.

The collision of people, the overly enthusiastic cheers on the sidelines, the sound of slapping basketballs, and the sound of sneakers rubbing against the court all made him feel very uncomfortable.

Yu Dong didn't intend to tell them that he was once hit by a basketball while watching a game, and it hit his forehead very accurately.

Thinking of the scene at that time, he couldn't help touching his nose.Had the ball been any lower, his nose would have been crooked.

Song Fengfeng didn't take his definition seriously: "Do you understand the rules of basketball?"

"Understood, I've seen it." Yu Dong was very serious, "It's only when I understand that I feel barbaric."

Zhang Jing was puzzled: "Isn't football barbaric?"

"Savage." Yu Dong said immediately.

Zhang Jing: "Then you still go to see Song Fengfeng's training?"

Yu Dong: "If Song Fengfeng hadn't been training, I wouldn't have watched it."

Zhang Jing touched his chin: "So you think Song Fengfeng is also a barbarian."

Song Fengfeng was taken aback, and quickly looked at Yu Dong.Yu Dong was speechless: "How did you deduce this result?"

Zhang Jing scratched his head and sat in front of Yu Dong with a very serious expression.

The relationship between him and Yu Dong was not as good as that of Song Fengfeng and Yu Dong. Both Yu Dong and him thought that the other party was a smart person, which was the basis for them to become friends.Zhang Jing felt that this was actually trust.

"Yu Dong, we don't have a golf course or a horse farm here, and no one will play lawn bowls or ski with you." Zhang Jing chose his words carefully so as not to hurt Yu Dong, "But we also have many Activities, playing basketball, playing football, I prefer playing badminton and table tennis, do you know what Song Fengfeng likes most? Not playing football, but fishing."

Song Fengfeng corrected him: "It's squid fishing."

Zhang Jing said that such details are not important: "You don't even recognize your classmates now, do you? When you go to high school in the future? The physical education class in the third year of junior high school is basically useless, but high school is different. Can you play volleyball? Basketball? ? Or badminton football?"

Yu Dong looked at him with a stubborn expression.

"Are these important?" He asked Zhang Jing, "I don't think so."

"How do you know if weight is important if you haven't tried it?" Zhang Jing took off the headband and pressed it on Yu Dong's hair, "Maybe you don't think it's important after you try it, but maybe it's fun? Everyone likes it when they play games. Once you get used to it, it's easy."

Yu Dong lowered his eyelids, a little shaken.He knew that Zhang Jing had good intentions, but he really lacked interest.

"I'm good at playing games." He remembered one of his strengths.

Zhang Jing waved his hand, not wanting to say again: "Forget it."

Song Fengfeng pushed Yu Dong, smiling slyly: "Watch the game first today, tomorrow is Saturday, there will be no classes. Come to my house, I have something good to open your eyes."