I want this sand sculpture

In the autumn sports meeting, Luo Shengqiang was definitely the most enthusiastic one.In Wednesday's physical education class, the adults of the fourth class of sports committee swept away the previous depression and led the whole class to run four laps around the playground.

Wen Er had been disbanded for a long time and had been free and active for a long time, but Li Si had no intention of stopping.

"What are you running, we're not signing up for the marathon..." A girl complained softly in the line, but no one echoed, after all, everyone was too busy panting for breath to talk.

"Marathon?" Luo Shengqiang's ears moved, but obviously he misheard, "Marathon is good! Shall we add two laps?"

"No!!!" His suggestion was opposed by all the students in Class [-].

Wan Xu pulled Huang Yubin across the playground, quietly mixed into the team of Class [-], and followed Du Yan and Song Qichen at the end of the team.

The two teenagers with excellent physical strength are not afraid of running, but this does not mean that they are willing to sweat profusely in the sun like fools.So the two relied on their long legs to slowly follow the fish at the end of the line.

"Brother Yan," Wan Xu glanced at Luo Shengqiang who was shouting one, two, three, four at the front of the line, and said hesitantly, "Is your class sports committee crazy?"

Du Yan gave him a strange look, "No."

"Then why is he so happy?" Wan Xu calmed down. His physical strength has always been poor, and he gasped after running for two steps.

"Shouldn't he be happy?" Du Yan asked back.

"Your class is fined to run away, are you happy?!" Da Huang shouted in shock, and smiled shyly after receiving the curious eyes of the students in Class [-], lowering his voice, "Then is he a pervert?"

Luo Shengqiang, who was leading the race, sneezed, but he didn't care. He rubbed his nose and continued to devote himself to the great cause of leading everyone to keep fit.

If you sneeze or something, just run a few more laps.

"What about us?" Song Qichen, who had been running silently, turned his head.

"Punish to run away," Huang Yubin said, "Didn't you offend Mr. Chen and run with the whole class? I even bet with the class who picked it up... Oh, yes, I pressured Brother Yan, five yuan Well, don't let me down."

Du Yan didn't know what to say for a while, he gave Da Huang a complicated look, "I offended your uncle."

"It's not Brother Yan, why don't you have any competitive spirit?" Wan Xu was very dissatisfied with Du Yan's answer, "I beat Brother Chen."

Song Qichen: "...what does it matter to me?"

"It's none of my business." Du Yan kicked Wan and Huang out of the team with disgust, "If you two are free, go buy a bottle of water for me and Lao Song, and run for a long time. I'm dying of thirst."

"Come on!" Wan Xu responded happily, "What do you want to drink?"

"Coke—" Du Yan elongated his voice, "Two bottles, iced!"

After four laps, most of the students in class four collapsed on the turf, feebly complaining about the inhumane behavior of the sports committee.Even if the early autumn wind brings some pleasant coolness, Du Yan and Song Qichen's physical strength is not bad, and it is quite tiring to run for four laps non-stop.

Du Yan didn't sit down, he bent over with one hand propped on his knee, and the other hand raised the hem of his jacket to fan the wind, and halfway he pulled it up to wipe the sweat off his head.

The young man's thin waist was faintly visible with his movements, and half of it could be exposed with a little effort. When the hem of the clothes was lifted up, he could faintly see the not-so-exaggerated abdominal muscles, and the thin sweat made the originally white skin glisten.

Song Qichen scanned around casually, and found that most of the girls around him had their eyes fixed on this boy who didn't know it. There were even girls from other classes who pretended to be passing by, but actually looked at Du Yan with blushing faces.

Geez, that's annoying.

I have to find a chance to clean up my boyfriend.

Song Qichen withdrew his gaze, walked over and stood in front of Du Yan, blocking those eyes that made him uncomfortable.

Noticing a black shadow standing in front of him, Du Yan raised his head strangely.When he met Song Qichen's gaze, he was stunned for a second, then stood up, and the hem of his clothes was naturally put down.

"Does it look good?" Du Yan asked with a smile.

"I remember I told you a word." Song Qichen didn't answer the question that he knew the answer at a glance.

"What?" Du Yan asked.

"Show face." After Song Qichen finished speaking, he raised his left eyebrow provocatively.

"..." Du Yan hooked Song Qichen's neck, pretended to be vicious, and pressed his throat to blow hot air into his ear, "Don't think I really dare not hit you."

Just as Song Qichen was about to reply, Luo Shengqiang yelled: "Brother Yan and Chen! Stop chatting! Come here, Teacher Gao, and tell you the precautions for long-distance running!"

Song Qichen choked for a moment, a sentence stuck in his throat for a long time before he could utter it, and finally he could only utter one dryly: "Fuck."

Du Yan squeezed his shoulders reassuringly, and said in a low voice, "Don't be angry, we'll beat him up after the sports meeting."

"..." Song Qichen felt that Du Yan must have some strange misunderstandings about him, "I don't really want to beat him up..."

Du Yan just smiled at him, then turned his head and shouted at Luo Shengqiang: "Hey - let's drink some water!"

"Okay!" Luo Shengqiang was very generous, "Then hurry up!"

While speaking, Huang Yubin had already dragged Wan Xu, who was dying, and ran towards him. The former was still carrying a plastic bag from the canteen of No. [-] Middle School.Wan Xu stumbled and followed Huang Yubin to run to Du Yan's side. The two trips from the playground to the canteen and back would have killed him.

Song Qichen could clearly see the distorted expression on Wan Xu's face from ten meters away.

"I didn't say that, your physical fitness is too bad." Huang Yubin took out a bottle of Coke from a plastic bag and threw it to Du Yan. He still didn't forget to dislike Wan Xu who was sitting on the turf panting heavily when he had time. "Like a girl."

Wan Xu stared and was about to jump up, but he was too tired to jump up, so he flushed with anger, "Brother Chen, help me beat him up!"

Song Qichen just took the Coke from Rhubarb, and the cold bottle is very comfortable to hold in his hand. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows.

"Why does Lao Song want to beat him up for you?" Du Yan wanted to fill in Wan Xu's situation, so he asked back before Song Qichen could open his mouth.

Wan Xu was taken aback by the question, but actually thought about it seriously for half a minute, and said confidently, "Because we are young!"

"What's the matter, I'm still his boy—" Du Yan sneered, and the subconscious words were about to jump out, Song Qichen kicked him just in time to barely stop the car, "Same table!"

"Male deskmate?" Huang Yubin was very indifferent to this relationship, "Then I am Wan Xu's male deskmate?"

"..." Wan Xu almost didn't come up in one breath, he stared at Huang Yubin's strong (crossed out) puffy body in horror, "No, you are not."

Huang Yubin looked incredulously at the tablemate who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone on the ground, "Why am I not? I'm not your tablemate? I'm not a man? Am I not your male tablemate?"

This series of soul tortures made Wan Xu trembling and speechless. He couldn't expose the relationship between Du Yan and Song Qichen, and he couldn't leave Huang Yubin alone. He still had to rely on this great god to teach him how to move around. Woolen cloth……

Wan Xutian fought for three seconds, and said firmly: "You are not my male deskmate, you are a girl, so you are my female deskmate."

Huang Yubin: "?"

Song Qichen: "..."

Du Yan: "Pfft——"

Du Yan and Song Qichen still wanted to dawdle for a while, preferably until the end of get out of class, but God, ah, that's not right, but Luo Shengqiang didn't give them this chance.

When being dragged away by Luo Shengqiang, Song Qichen felt that what Du Yan said was very right, he should find a time to beat him up.

The men's 500-meter race is considered the highlight of the No. [-] Middle School Games, because every year, sports students will shine in this event, and then the coaches will focus on training or introduce them to the provincial team.

But also because of this, ordinary arts and science classes other than physical education classes have little advantage in this project.Therefore, people who apply for this project generally just paddle together to get their heads together, and those who are better can get the top three.

In the current form, Du Yan threatened that he and Song Qichen would get first place, which would be even more difficult than giving him a [-] in the final math test.

In addition to one thousand and five, Du Yan also reported for the 400 meters and the relay race. Song Qichen didn't like to join in this kind of fun, so he only reported one more relay race.

What Teacher Gao meant was to tell them not to place too much emphasis on 400 meters. After all, it is too difficult to run well. Song Qichen doesn't care. Du Yan had better focus on the [-] meters.

But the water that was thrown out by what was said, since I said that I want to get the first place, then I have to take it seriously, and I have to come back in the top three at the last time.

So in the next few days, Du Yan and Song Qichen conducted short-term leg muscle training and skill training under the guidance of Teacher Gao.

On the other hand, Ban Ge's connection is also in full swing.Every night before self-study and class, the discipline committee members who inspect the school will hear songs of different styles from the windows of each class. It is enjoyable to meet good songs, and it is not surprising to meet ghosts and wolves. At most, they will give this class more deductions in the notebook a bit.

Class [-]'s victory is fairly standard, because of the teacher in charge, this song has a different emotion in the hearts of Class [-] students, like an invisible rope, binding them together tightly.

Every day at seven o'clock in the afternoon, as soon as Xu Min came to the stage and turned on the multimedia, everyone in the class spontaneously stood up and howled "oh~~oh~~", and even a few boys stood on the stools and waved their homework, as if they were the whole room. The prettiest boy in the classroom.The scene was so grand and spectacular that every time Director Chen came in at this point, he felt like he had entered the primate section of the zoo.

Then go in and mix in and dance wildly with these brats.

In this way, the days were lived day by day in the anticipation of the students of No. [-] Middle School, and soon it was the day before the sports meeting.

On the podium, Director Chen was talking about tomorrow's arrangements and precautions, what can come later than usual, be careful not to cause accidents when moving stools to the playground, athletes should not eat too much before the competition, okay? A lot of it.

Du Yan didn't listen carefully, he leaned on the edge of the back table, his two long legs were stretched out and he casually laid on the ground, his eyelids were drooping, and he looked extremely lazy and comfortable.But if you look carefully, you will find that the lazy handsome Du is putting his right hand in the table hole, pinching his mobile phone to send messages to his boyfriend.

- How do you think you can run for [-]?

Du Yan's boyfriend, Song Qichen, put his mobile phone in the middle of the test paper, with a stack of books in front of him, and typed with a pen.

Then Du Yan's phone vibrated lightly twice.

Dust Baby: I don’t know

Dust Baby: Anyway, faster than you

-so confident?

- make a bet