I want this sand sculpture

The opening ceremony of this year's sports meeting is still full of monsters. The Dalabang that Class [-] did not sing was sung by Class [-]. Wan Xu and his class chose the song of psychosis, and their "Ahahahahahahahaha" echoed throughout the playground.

The liberal arts class left before the science class. When Wen Er sang the class song in front of the rostrum, the headmaster's face was livid.

Du Yan and Song Qichen walked at the front of the team holding a sign. Du Yan's sign read "Secondary Senior High School", and Song Qichen's sign read "Flags to victory".

No matter what opinions this group of half-grown teenagers have about the class or the head teacher, their blood boils with enthusiasm when it comes to this kind of time, and they are full of collective honor, especially when they don't see other classes better than themselves.

The two major school grassroots of No. [-] Middle School were in their own classes, and Class No. [-] attracted the attention of most people as soon as they came out, mostly girls.Obviously, this kind of attention-grabbing treatment is very beneficial to this group of people, each of them raised their chins high and looked down on the world.

"It's almost here." When the third class stood in front of the rostrum and sang the class song, Zhou Qin whispered to remind the two frontmen in the first row, "Don't shake your hands, brother Chen, raise it higher!" .”

Hearing this, Song Qichen raised his arms in coordination, and raised "Flag Opening Victory" to the same height as "Gao Er Li Si".

"Don't be nervous for a while, speak louder..." Zhou Qin was still instructing in a low voice, his voice speeding up unconsciously.

Du Yan glanced at her lazily, and when he turned his head, his gaze stayed on Song Qichen's face for a second.Du Yan smiled lightly, "You are the one who is nervous, Miss Qin."

"..." Zhou Qin moved his mouth, but didn't say anything to refute.

Well, she admits that even after being a class president for two years, she still gets nervous at such a big event.

"Don't worry." Song Qichen said, Zhou Qin's cold voice made Zhou Qin feel at ease.

Du Yan turned his head, and the two teenagers looked at each other with a smile, revealing arrogance and confidence, as well as some trust and tacit understanding that cannot be spoken to outsiders.

The breeze was blowing slightly, the non-glare sunlight spread softly on their faces, and the clouds stretched above their heads.

Zhou Qin suddenly realized what happened, she nodded with a smile, "Yeah."

The third class quickly finished their class song singing and left the rostrum with high-spirited steps.

Luo Shengqiang entered the state in a second. He held his head high, shouted "one, two, three, four" in a deep voice, and led the whole class to step forward.

Du Yan cleared his throat, put away all his usual laxity, and raised the corner of his mouth lightly to provoke a non-frivolous smile.Song Qichen held the sign with one hand, and took the other hand out to straighten the collar of his school uniform jacket.

This action is very simple, but Song Qichen does it very seductively.His fair and slender fingers flipped lightly, and there was a desolate and bookish air on his pretty face.

The little girl in the front row blushed secretly, and turned around and wrote him as the hero of her Crispy Duck novel.

The team quickly changed their formation after standing in front of the rostrum. Luo Shengqiang, the sports committee, stood at the front, and Du Yan and Song Qichen held signs, one on the left and one on the right, and stood behind him on the right, and behind him was the large troop of the fourth class.

Luo Shengqiang has a problem, he tends to talk nonsense when he is nervous.Although he had practiced many times before the sports meeting and assured Zhou Qin that he would not make mistakes, as a human being, practice is one thing, and when it comes to that time, the devil knows what you will remember.

So, the members of the fourth class were shocked to hear their class sports committee yelled at the rostrum angrily: "Report! We are the second and fourth graders of senior high school! The slogan of our class is——"

Who knows what the slogan of their class is!

It's over... Luo Shengqiang pinched his sweaty fingers, thinking that this time he would be ashamed and famous.

There was a brief silence for half a second. When everyone was thinking about how to smooth things over, Du Yan shouted loudly: "Class [-] and Class [-]! I'm Class [-]! Just kidding! I'm Class [-]!"

Du Yan yelled loudly, the veins on the back of his hand holding the pole bulged slightly, and the sign floated up and down with his breath.

The students in class four had almost no time to react, so they followed suit.As if to cover up the embarrassment just now, each of them shouted loudly as if they were competing.

As if they had a slogan from the beginning.

"Class three, class three! I'm class three! Just kidding! I'm class four!"

For a while, the entire playground echoed their improvised slogans.

Class [-] students who have already left:? ? ?

After they finished shouting, Luo Shengqiang managed to stabilize his trembling voice, "Our class song is! It's a victory-"

No more mistakes this time, all the students in Class [-] spoke at the same time in a very tacit understanding: "oh~~oh~~"

"Happy and comfortable, full of passion."

"Don't ask why, the stars can be picked."

Teenagers aged seventeen or eighteen laughed wantonly, they were young, they were young.They are flamboyant, they are fearless.

"Youth is a song,

To the light let us sing together,

See the world at our feet,

Kick the dream to the infinite sky. "

"Sing together, sweat makes dreams strong, you make me grow, flags are like wind wings, you give me strength."

……

This song is not difficult to sing, there is no tactful tune or awkward lyrics.They didn't make every sentence perfect, even one or two sentences were out of tune, but this is their attitude.

Although most children of this age are still confused about their future, few of them really have big dreams, but at least they are on the road, and they still have time to search and venture.

Many years later, Song Qichen still remembers this not-too-noisy autumn. Together with his classmates who can no longer remember their faces, he sang a song that was not very brilliant but had great meaning with all his strength.The sky was very high that day, and their always strict head teacher stood smiling in the distance, and the shining person next to him was the person in his heart.

"oh~~ let's sing together when the flag is flying,

oh~~ The world is boiling and we sing together! "

After the last sentence, with Luo Shengqiang's "thank you", all the students in class four bowed to the rostrum.

There was warm applause on the playground.Du Yan and Song Qichen returned to the team with applause and left under the leadership of the sports committee.

As soon as they left the rostrum, all the effort to pretend to be calm just now was gone, and now everyone gathered into a few small groups to talk in small voices, and it was impossible to tell whether it was excitement or fear in their voices.

Luo Shengqiang couldn't hold it anymore, he quickly ran two steps to get next to Du Yan, "It's all thanks to you, brother Yan, I was so scared."

Du Yan's eyes flickered for a moment, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, revealing an extremely pretentious smile, "It's a small idea, just play on the spot."

"Shut up, you," Song Qichen glanced at him from the side, and said indifferently, "First delete the complete collection of slogans you sent me yesterday before speaking."

"..." Du Yan stared, and tapped Song Qichen's hand with the sign in his hand, "I'll really beat you if you do this again."

Song Qichen was not to be outdone, raised his eyebrows, and knocked back with a flick of his wrist.

So just going back and forth like this, an inexplicable war started in a naive and stupid way of playing each other with cards.

The fight came suddenly, and it ended suddenly.

"If you break the sign, you will pay for it." Zhou Qin's emotionless voice came from behind.

The two teenagers in front who were enjoying themselves were stunned for a few seconds, then stopped their hands immediately, held up the sign and walked straight forward.

There was nothing to do in the morning of the first day, and the group of people who had finished sex sat on their own stools and slumped together, shared snacks with each other, and then laughed at the songs of other classes.

The loose energy continued until the afternoon.

In the afternoon, the sports meeting will officially start. Class 400 will sign up for the women's 200m, 400m, long jump, and the men's [-]m and high jump. .

Except for Luo Shengqiang, the people in their class are not considered athletic, and Du Yan and Song Qichen seem more reliable, so the main burden of getting the results in the sports meeting falls on Luo Shengxu and Du Song, and the others are basically just filling in.

In addition to Du Yan, who signed up for the men's 400 meters, there was also Wu Cheng, whom no one expected. Du Yan always had a subtle feeling about this.

Fortunately, they are not in the same group, Du Yan is in the first group, and Wu Cheng is in the second group.

There are still more than ten minutes before the start of the competition. The loudspeaker is already yelling for the athletes to go to the competition venue to sign in. Du Yan is still lying in the class rest area, leaning on Song Qichen like a boneless person, enjoying the love of his boyfriend. Shoulder pinch service.

"Going to sign in." Song Qichen exerted a little strength in his hand, pushing the person who was stuck to him away a little.

Du Yan smiled slyly. He stood up, stretched out his hand to unzip the zipper of his school uniform jacket, and bent down: "Will you run with me?"

"No." Song Qichen refused very simply.

Du Yan clicked his tongue, straightened up, took off his coat and put it in Song Qichen's arms, "Then wait for me..."

Song Qichen took Du Yan's coat and put it on his arm, the pleasant smell of washing powder mixed with the smell of sunlight instantly filled his nostrils.Song Qichen also stood up, and gave Du Yan a push in his dazed eyes, "I'll wait for you at the finish line."

Du Yan took the wrong medicine.

This was the only evaluation of Du Yan by the students in Class [-].

Generally, there will be a process in running, with a steady front and a backward rush, so that it is not easy to get tired later.But Du Yan didn't know what kind of stimulation he had received. From the moment he stood on the starting line, his whole body was excited like he had been drugged.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, he rushed out almost instantly, leaving the person behind him by a distance of more than ten meters, ranking first.

When passing through the rest area of ​​Class [-], the students in Class [-] shouted Du Yan's name like crazy-well, it's not just Class [-], there are also some girls from other classes who are also calling his name, and even a few bold When Du Yan ran past, the girl mingled in the crowd and yelled "Du Yan, I love you".

The consequence of shouting like this is that it has brought great inspiration to the fourth class. They felt that the enthusiasm of their class must not be lost to others, so they changed from simply shouting "Du Yan, come on" to "Du Yan, I love you".

Song Qichen: "..."

How many do you like.

Du Yan still has a relatively clear understanding of his own strength. Although he rushed fiercely in the early stage, he rushed even more fiercely in the later stage.

He rode away at a speed that didn't drop at all and even got faster and faster. When he crossed the line, he dropped the second at least dozens of meters.

The fourth class was boiling, they yelled "Brother Yan No. [-]" and ran over from the rest area by jumping high.

After Du Yan crossed the line, he ran forward for more than ten meters before stopping. Song Qichen trotted over to give him a high-five, and handed him a bottle of mineral water that had been unscrewed.

Du Yan raised his head after receiving the water and began pouring it. The sweat ran down his tight neckline and flowed into the neckline to disappear.

Song Qichen looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, his heart was full of pride.

Du Yan poured most of the bottle of water down, wiped his mouth, raised his eyebrows at Song Qichen, "Is it serious?"

"Amazing." Song Qichen said.

"Brother Yan!!!" Luo Shengqiang's voice came from not far away.

Du Yan's back froze for a moment, and when he turned his head, he saw more than half of the people in Class [-] attacking him like a zombie besieging the city, with their arms outstretched as if to hug him.

"Fuck!" Du Yan's eyes widened in horror, and he turned his head to hide behind Song Qichen, "Old Song, save me!"

Song Qichen: "..."

You are awesome.