Bailangbian

The school sports meeting stipulates that each event, each class must send at least two people to participate. The statistics of the three grades, the number of people is large, and the competition schedule is much longer than that of junior high school. It will take two and a half days.

Yu Dong participated in the fixed-point shooting, 4x400-meter relay and badminton competitions. When he got the schedule and looked at it, Zhang Jing immediately admired him: "It's so cool, one event per day."

"A match takes several rounds." Yu Dong defended.

Zhang Jing has participated in more events than Yu Dong, and there is one table tennis game he is best at.He thinks he can at least get the top three.

"Want to go to the race?" Zhang Jing asked Yu Dong, "Watch Song Fengfeng run, he will run the 1000-meter preliminary race in a while. What time is it?"

Compared with Zhang Jing, Yu Dong is actually a bit withdrawn in class.I used to sit with Song Fengfeng and Zhang Jing in junior high school. Both Song Fengfeng and Zhang Jing were very popular people. When friends came to chat with Song Fengfeng or Zhang Jing, Yu Dong would sometimes participate in the conversation.

But now Yu Dong's deskmate is Zheng Suibo.Both of them belong to the type of enjoying themselves very much. Zhang Jing thinks that even if they don't talk to anyone for a week, they can still have a good time.

There are many things about Yu Dong that Zhang Jing doesn't know, like some secrets hidden deep in his heart, which can only be confessed to Song Fengfeng.

But Zhang Jing still likes Yu Dong very much.Yu Dong was different from him and many people around them.This difference makes him special.

And that's why it's so interesting.

Song Fengfeng approached Zhang Jing privately and asked him to play with Yu Dong as often as he could.You are very annoying - Zhang Jing answered Song Fengfeng this way. "He is your friend, and he is also my friend." He said, "I am closer to him than you in terms of intelligence, and I need you to remind me."

Song Fengfeng laughed at that time.

Hearing Zhang Jing's question, Yu Dong almost blurted out: "There are still 10 minutes to start."

"Then let's wait here, he will definitely come over soon." Zhang Jing continued to flip through the form, "What competition does he have today?"

"There is one shot put left in the morning, at eleven o'clock." Yu Dong quickly replied, "In the afternoon there will be a relay run and standing long jump, one at three o'clock, and one at four o'clock twenty."

Zhang Jing was very impressed: "You have a really good memory. What time was my 400-meter run?"

Yu Dong: "...I don't know."

Zhang Jing: "Can you also remember me by the way? Just remember Song Fengfeng..."

Yu Dong squinted his eyes to recall, and found that he didn't even remember when his own badminton match was, so he quickly grabbed the schedule and studied it with Zhang Jing.

Wu Tong's voice was heard on the broadcast at the venue. Song Fengfeng is not yet standing on the starting line of the men's 1000m preliminary race.Yu Dong and Zhang Jing were bored, found a pair of flying chess in the base camp, spread it on the ground and started playing.

There were not many people in the base camp, some went for inspection, and some went to buy food. Sun Wuyang and a few students guarded the base camp, with huge peacock heads and pink jellyfish components piled up behind them.

"Are you from the Photography Association?" A classmate saw Zhang Jing's camera bag and asked curiously.

"No, I'm just interested." Zhang Jing was a little proud, "I'm the vice president of the Biological Specimen Association."

Sun Wuyang: "Oh, I have heard that it is the association that will close down not long after its establishment."

Zhang Jing: "Teacher, although I have thick skin, I still want to save face!"

Flying chess is not fun for two people, so they pulled Sun Wuyang and another classmate over.Playing around, Song Fengfeng's group had already started running. He hadn't taken the lead at the beginning, and only picked up speed on the second lap, passing by the base camp of Class [-] and Class [-] like the wind.

Zhang Jing and Yu Dong were very involved in the game, and they didn't come to their senses until the broadcast said "all the men's 1000m preliminary races are over".

Zhang Jing: "...Forget it, let's continue."

Yu Dong: "Okay."

The two continued to roll the dice obsessively.

Song Fengfeng returned to the base camp of the eighth class, and Wu Tong also came down from the rostrum and was pouring water.

The projects that Wu Tong participated in will start tomorrow, and today he will basically spend the day in front of the rostrum and the microphone.He waved his hands to anyone who talked to him, and kept silent, as if he wanted to recharge his energy.But when he saw Zheng Suibo walking down the runway carrying the flag of Class One and Class One from a distance, he couldn't sit still immediately, and rushed over with two bottles of water.

Song Fengfeng rested in the base camp for a while, and then set off to participate in the shot put competition.

When he arrived at the inspection office for the shot put competition, he finally saw Yu Dong and Zhang Jing who were poking their heads out of the crowd.

Yu Dong was too eye-catching, with so many people, Song Fengfeng could still see him at a glance.

Song Fengfeng involuntarily pulled a smile on his face, which he couldn't suppress.

"You guys didn't watch my game just now, but I saw it, playing chess on the side of the track." He grabbed Zhang Jing's camera, "So I didn't get a picture of my heroic appearance!"

"Boss, I'm a film machine, it's loaded with film, how many shots does it take per roll, how expensive is one roll." Zhang Jing began to play tricks, "I specially kept the film for you and Yu Dong to shoot the same scene Competitive photos."

Song Fengfeng raised his eyebrows and spared him.

Both Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng will participate in the 4x400 relay race in the afternoon, and the two happened to be drawn into the same group.

Song Fengfeng expressed his satisfaction with Zhang Jing's arrangement: "Boss treats you to milk tea."

The shot put venue is very sunny without any shelter.Both Yu Dong and Zhang Jing put their winter school uniforms on their heads. Even so, Yu Dong's face was still red and hot from the sun.

He hoped that no matter whether he lost or won, Song Fengfeng could end the game before his face was sunburned and peeled off.

Most of the players who signed up for the shot put competition were fat and strong. Song Fengfeng stood in it and looked very thin.

"They didn't have enough shot puts in their class, so Song Fengfeng replaced them." Zhang Jing found the angle and position, and took two photos of Song Fengfeng. "I guess I can't even throw the top five."

As soon as he finished speaking, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a flashing light captured by a camera among the crowd watching the battle.

Zhang Jing stared in that direction subconsciously, and then found that there were actually three cameras on the opposite side.

And they are all digital machines, not film machines like his.

He froze for a while, then suddenly realized: the camera was not aimed at himself, but Yu Dong beside him.

The Photography Association of City No. [-] Middle School is well-known in the city, has won many awards, and often participates in various activities of the City Photography Association.They were also approved to take photographs in large-scale activities of the school, but gradually, the photography association began to sell photos of certain influential figures in the school, and was caught and criticized by the school several times.

Obviously, one of their targets this time was Yu Dong.

Zhang Jing knew that Yu Dong didn't like being surrounded by people, let alone being photographed.He hastily pulled the school uniform off Yu Dong's head so that he could cover his face.

"Be careful if you get too much sun, your face will peel."

Yu Dong tied the sleeves of his school uniform under his nose, covering most of his face.

Not long after, the opposite camera quietly disappeared.

Song Fengfeng also ended the shot put competition, and his ranking did not even make it into the top eight.

Nearly twelve o'clock, the last race is the men's 200-meter sprint.The three bought food and drink, and sat in the shade of a huge tree beside the rostrum to eat and drink.Zheng Suibo is getting ready at the starting line. He is wearing a sportswear and looks very energetic, which is different from usual.

Yu Dong took a closer look and found that there was a jellyfish sticker on the man's face.

Yu Dong: "..."

He inevitably thought of Wu Tong's comment.

The jellyfish stickers were bought by the female students in the class at the stationery store, and they happily put them on their arms and faces, saying that they are to strengthen the image of the class mascot.Yu Dong still doesn't understand why jellyfish was chosen as the mascot.

Zheng Suibo has a very good temper.He thought, anyone can play with him, anyone can tease him.

Yu Dong spoke his mind, but he was actually a little envious.Just like the same, he also envied Song Fengfeng and Zhang Jing.

Wu Tong ran over from the other side of the runway, patted Zheng Suibo on the shoulder and said something.The good-tempered Zheng Suibo immediately became angry, and yelled "Your head is broken" at the back of him who ran away laughing.

Zhang Jing: "Oh, Zheng Suibo is so fierce?"

Yu Dong: "...Wu Tong is a special case."

Wu Tong returned to the rostrum and took the microphone from his senior sister: "Now, the men's 200-meter sprint is about to start, and I will give you a live commentary."

Yu Dong found that Wu Tong is a person who can talk nonsense.

He first introduced the players on the starting line very quickly, and when he talked about Zheng Suibo, he said neatly, "The jellyfish representative of Class [-] and Class [-], Zheng Suibo".

Zheng Suibo jumped up and down in anger: "Shut up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the starting gun was fired.

Yu Dong, Song Fengfeng and Zhang Jing held the iced black tea and sighed at the same time: "Oh..."

Zheng Suibo, who started a step slower than others, failed to catch up in the following distance and became the last one.

This is the last game this morning, and many people on the playground have gradually left.Zheng Suibo took a bottle of water from his classmates at the finish line and strode towards the rostrum.

Wu Tong was packing up his things on the rostrum, and when he saw Zheng Suibo approaching arrogantly, he quickly left the people from the broadcasting agency, turned around and ran away.

"Stop!" Zheng Suibo ran after him, "Don't run!"

Yu Dong and the others had already moved to the carport with the crowd, Wu Tong and Zheng Suibo passed by them, they saw Wu Tong still running and laughing.

Zhang Jing: "Your tablemate is also weird."

Song Fengfeng stroked his chin and didn't say a word for a long time. On the way home with Yu Dong, he caught a chance to whisper to Yu Dong: "What's the relationship between Zheng Suibo and Wu Tong?"

Yu Dong: "What do you think is the relationship?"

Song Fengfeng stared at him, his eyes widened a little bit, and he said "oh" after a while.

Looking at his expression, Yu Dong felt that what he was thinking might not be right: "What did you think of?"

"...The relationship between touching the butt?" Song Fengfeng lowered his voice mysteriously.

Yu Dong: "No!"

On the relay run in the afternoon, Song Fengfeng took a photo with Yu Dong as he wished.

After Zhang Jing finished filming the two of them, he ran to Guan Chuyang's high jump competition venue, holding a film camera in his hand and rushing left and right, occupying favorable terrain.

"You run so fast, let me go later."

Yu Dong poked Song Fengfeng.

Song Fengfeng was looking at the direction Zhang Jing was leaving with a strange smile, and turned his head when he heard Yu Dong's words: "That's not okay."

Yu Dong stretched his arms and legs to warm up.The starting gun on the starting line had already sounded, and he and Song Fengfeng were the key third runners, waiting by the side.

"It's very hot." Yu Dong was just joking with him, and didn't really plan to let Song Fengfeng let him go.

Song Fengfeng looked at Yu Dong, and spoke slowly after a long while: "Yu Dong, this is a competitive competition, I can't let it go. All the classmates are watching. I can let you do other things, even the last one. You, but this kind of thing is not acceptable."

He was so serious that Yu Dong felt embarrassed.

"I'm just kidding."

"Then I have to explain clearly." Song Fengfeng spoke eloquently, "Don't get me wrong."

Yu Dong smiled at him.The weather was too hot, he had only stood under the scorching sun for a while, and his face was already red, as if he had been burned.

Song Fengfeng looked at Yu Dong's face, Yu Dong didn't have the nerve to respond to his gaze, and his eyes were only on the runway.

The school committee is the second stick.Although he is not too tall and his legs are not too long, he runs very fast. Halfway through the second lap, he is already one position ahead of the people in Class [-] and occupies the first place.

"Chen Yao! Chen Yao!" The cheerleaders from Class [-] screamed from the sidelines, and the girlfriend from Class [-] of the School Committee also shouted among them.

Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng stood on the starting line.

They start to move.

The baton was firmly handed over to Yu Dong.

Class [-] was the second to pass the baton, and Song Fengfeng ran out to catch up with Yu Dong.

Yu Dong's ears could only hear the sound of the wind and loud human voices.They shouted their names loudly.All the voices, all the voices in this area, all merged into their own name.

He felt flustered for a moment, but soon, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Song Fengfeng who was already walking with him.

Yu Dong's fear also suddenly disappeared.

He gritted his teeth, contracted his abdomen, and ran forward desperately.

Song Fengfeng handed over the baton to the last person first, and then Yu Dong also handed over the baton.

The two ran forward a few more steps, Yu Dong panted with his arms crossed, Song Fengfeng patted him on the back, and moved him to the side of the track.

Song Fengfeng's arms were strong and warm, and he walked through the crowd with his arms around Yu Dong's shoulders, as if he was protecting Yu Dong by his side.

Yu Dong felt that he liked the school sports meeting a little bit.

He raised his head and was about to talk to Song Fengfeng, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone diagonally opposite him raising his camera.

Yu Dong subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, took a step back, and happened to step on a brick.The bricks were used to fix the scoreboard and were kicked away by Yu Dong.The iron shelf on which the grades and classes were hung wobbled and fell down when the wind blew.Teacher Han was standing next to the shelf, she didn't notice the iron shelf that fell on her head.

Yu Dong flung Song Fengfeng away, and immediately reached out to stop him.

Guan Chuyang's high jump performance was good, Zhang Jingshou watched her competition, and then raised his camera to help her take a photo with her friends.

After the girls posed, Zhang Jing was about to press the shutter when he suddenly saw Zheng Suibo running back to the base camp across the playground.

"Yu Dong's head was smashed!" Zheng Suibo waved his hands and said to Sun Wuyang, "A lot, a lot of blood!"

Sun Wuyang was taken aback, and immediately rushed to the school infirmary.

Zhang Jing also got up from the ground, and waved at Guan Chuyang: "I won't shoot anymore."

He put the camera into the camera bag and ran to the school doctor's office.

He still remembered clearly the last time Yu Dong was hit on the head, so he was very nervous.

The school doctor's office was full of people, and the students with heatstroke were the most numerous at the sports meeting.The captain of the football team brought two players to the school infirmary to bandage their elbows.

"Song Fengfeng, are you also suffering from heat stroke?"

"No, I came with my friends."

The top of Yu Dong's eyebrow was scratched by the uneven protrusion on the iron frame, and a little blood flowed out.Not much, but it drips down the eyes, which is a bit scary at first glance.Sun Wuyang and Zhang Jing rushed to the school doctor's office, and after confirming that Yu Dong was fine, they all wanted to scold Zheng Suibo.

Yu Dong rested in the school infirmary for a while, and Song Fengfeng stayed with him the whole time.

"You're not going to the game?"

"It's not time yet." Song Fengfeng grabbed his watch and looked at it, "I'll stay with you for another 10 minutes."

Other students in the class also came to visit Yu Dong one after another, and Teacher Han asked Yu Dong to go home to have a rest. The school doctor was so annoying that he simply kicked Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng out.

"Don't sweat and get wet." The school doctor urged.

Yu Dong, who couldn't sweat, took the opportunity to stay aside, eating snacks and chatting leisurely.There was a dull pain above the brow bone, but it was only a skin trauma, and it was bearable.

After Song Fengfeng's captain left for a while, he took his classmates to the school infirmary to rest. This time he really suffered from heat stroke.

Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng saw him busy to and fro, and his energy seemed to never run out.

Song Fengfeng picked two banyan leaves the size of a human face, and sat with Zhang Jing on the left and right, fanning Yu Dong.Yu Dong leaned back on the stone stool, crossed his legs leisurely, feeling like a fatuous emperor who doesn't care about state affairs.

The phone vibrated in his trouser pocket, and Yu Dong took it out to have a look, and found that it was a text message from an unfamiliar number.

[There is really no living expenses this month, I advise you to apologize to Dad as soon as possible, otherwise I will have to help you deal with messy things again. 】

Yu Dong put away his phone and looked up at the sunlight leaking through the gaps in the branches.The confusion just now made his excitement disappear, but this text message deepened his sorrow.

"I have no money." He said to Zhang Jing, "Do you know any way for a minor to make money reasonably and legally? Can I go to work in your clinic?"

The captain was fighting for the leaves of the banyan tree with Song Fengfeng, when he heard the words, he interjected: "I have a way, it suits you very well."

Yu Dong sat up straight: "What?"

"Can you help our team members make up lessons?" The captain pointed at Song Fengfeng, "If you don't want to be high, just make it up like Song Fengfeng, and just pass the exam."