I want this sand sculpture

The men's 400-meter final and the [-] meters were both on the morning of the second day, first [-] meters and then [-] meters. The time between the two events was not very long.Luo Shengqiang was a little worried about whether Du Yan could survive.

"Brother Yan," Luo Shengqiang handed Du Yan and Song Qichen a chocolate bar each, "Don't fight too hard for one thousand and five, the focus is on the four hundred finals."

Du Yan took the chocolate bar and gave it to Song Qichen who was next to him. He sat on the stool and stretched his legs lazily: "Relax and be strong, I won't embarrass you."

"Hey, that's not what I meant," Luo Shengqiang said anxiously, "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Du Yan smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "I know."

Song Qichen took out a chocolate bar and chewed it lightly in his mouth, feeling the sticky feeling on the tip of his tongue.

Sure enough, he still prefers lollipops.

After stuffing a whole bar of chocolate into his mouth, Song Qichen opened a bottle of water and took two sips.

"The men's 500-meter competition is about to start. Athletes are invited to sign in at the competition venue. The men's team..."

The loudspeaker next to the rostrum sounded, Song Qichen stood up, and grabbed Du Yan, who was still squinting and basking in the sun on the stool, looking drowsy.

"Let's go." Song Qichen said.

Du Yan stood up with Song Qichen's arm, took off his coat, and revealed the number plate on the back of the T-shirt.

Amidst the high cheers of Class [-] students, they walked side by side to the sign-in office, leaving behind two arrogant backs.

"257, Du Yan." Du Yan squinted his eyes and stretched his waist. Today's sun is bigger than the day before, and the sun shines on the runway, emitting an unpleasant smell of plastic.

"I know you," a senior high school senior with a high ponytail was in charge of sign-in for Boys [-]. She held a pen and wrote Du Yan's name on the form. I went to your class to see you."

Du Yan was stunned, and subconsciously looked at Song Qichen, who just raised his eyebrows.

Du Yan smiled, "Thank you."

"Thank you, I like you so much, why don't you thank them one by one?" Senior sister laughed.

Du Yan choked for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"256, Song Qichen." Song Qichen relieved him in time, with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, this godlike senior sister changed the subject: "I know you too, my other girlfriend likes you, and she wanted to confess to you after the college entrance examination, but she didn't expect you to have a girlfriend, she cried a lot It's night."

Song Qichen's smile froze on his face for an instant, and he dryly suppressed: "I'm sorry."

"Hurry up and get ready," the senior sister waved her hand in a very good mood, "Come on for the competition."

Song Qichen and Du Yan are on the adjacent track, Song Qichen is in the inner circle, Du Yan is in the outer circle.

Du Yan was putting his hands on his hips, flexing his ankles, raising his eyebrows at Song Qichen provocatively from time to time.

Song Qichen didn't take off his jacket, he pulled the zipper of his jacket all the way up, and the collar was turned up to cover his neck and chin - in stark contrast to other sports students wearing sports vests on the runway.

This game is the highlight of the sports meeting. Almost all the participating classes sent a few people to help, and stood around the starting point to form a huge circle.

When Song Qichen bent over to tie his shoelaces, the support team (crossed out) from Class [-] arrived late, shouting their names.

"Why did you come here?" Du Yan's voice sounded from the front right.

"Sister Qin, Xu Min and the others made a sign, and brought it here just after it was finished." Luo Shengqiang said.

Song Qichen tied his shoelaces and stood up, "What brand?"

"That's it." Xu Min let the boys behind him lift their arms a little too high, revealing two strip-shaped signs covered with white cloth.The sign is quite big, and two people have to hold both ends.

Xu Min blinked mysteriously, "You guys will know later."

Class [-] probably had the most supporters, almost the entire class was there, and the scene was very grand.It wasn't until the referee teacher blew his whistle to coax them back that Song Qichen felt that the surroundings were quieter.

"preparation--"

Following the referee's shout, Song Qichen set up his starting position and tapped the toe of his shoe on the ground——in good condition.He tilted his head to look at Du Yan, just in time to collide with his turned back gaze.

Du Yan raised the corners of his lips, revealing a confident and arrogant smile.

"boom--"

Gunshots rang out, and a dozen people on the runway rushed out at the same time.

Du Yan didn't run very fast this time. He ran steadily in the middle and front. There were about four people in front of him, and three of them were not sports students.Song Qichen was more than one meter behind Du Yan, ranking sixth.

This kind of long-distance running must not be rushed too fast when starting up, otherwise the physical strength will easily fail to keep up later, and the sprint stage will not be able to sprint.Therefore, experienced athletes will not rush to the first place as soon as they come up, but maintain a constant speed and wait for the opportunity to exert force.

Even so, their speed is indeed not slow.

The surrounding rest area crazily shouted the names of the athletes from each class, and the voices became louder and louder, secretly competing with the class next door.

When approaching the rest area of ​​Class [-], the whole class stood up, and those who couldn't see clearly stood on chairs in the back row.Zhou Qin directed the four boys to hold up the sign and tore off the white cloth on it with a swish.

On the two signs, one is bold red and the other is calm blue, with patterns of different shapes painted on them, and white artistic characters in the middle.

When Du Yan and Song Qichen ran past, the atmosphere in class four reached a climax.They jumped up and down, waved their hands violently, and shouted loudly under Luo Shengqiang's leadership: "Chengdong No. [-] Middle School! Brother Yan is number one! Senior Secondary School! Fourth! Brother Chen is invincible!"

Several classes next door cast shocked glances at them.

Then there was a howl of unknown meaning, and Song Qichen was a little worried about the voices of these people.

Although a little ashamed, Song Qichen couldn't deny that he was very happy now.If it was Du Yan... Song Qichen glanced at the windy figure in front of him, well, this person probably has no shame at all.

Because Du Yan was in a good mood, he whistled to the rest area of ​​Class [-], which was like Monkey Mountain in the zoo.

After two laps, the three non-sports students who were running in the front had fallen behind, and several sports students slowly overtook them.Du Yan and Song Qichen still ran steadily in the fifth and sixth positions, but the distance between them was much shorter. Song Qichen clenched on Du Yan's right rear, adjusting his breathing.

In the middle of the third lap, Du Yan spoke in a low voice, with a little shortness of breath in his voice: "Remember our bet."

Before Song Qichen could reply, Du Yan suddenly started to speed up, surpassing the person in front and running in fourth place.

"Fuck." Song Qichen cursed in a low voice, and accelerated to the fifth place.

After the third lap, Du Yan and Song Qichen passed two more people in a row and came to second place.Now the two of them are biting very tightly, Song Qichen may run in front of Du Yan at any time.

"Chengdong No. [-] Middle School! Brother Yan is number one! Senior Secondary School is fourth! Brother Chen is invincible!!!"

Class [-] was even more excited. When Du Yan and Song Qichen ran through the rest area of ​​Class [-] in the last lap, more than half of them jumped off their stools and rushed along the periphery of the track. Reflects the dazzling light.

Du Yan was very excited, all the blood in his body was clamoring to hurry up, hurry up.

They were less than ten meters away from the first one, Du Yan turned his head and shouted: "Let's go!"

Song Qichen understood it, and together with Du Yan started the final sprint without reservation, leaving the fourth class's Monkey Mountain troops behind.

Near, near, almost--

"what--"

"Brother Yan!!!"

"Song Qichen, I love you—"

"Second year of high school and fourth grade! Brother Yan is number one!!"

"Brother Chen is invincible!!!"

"Depend on!!!"

"Du Yan, I love you too—"

In the last 50 meters, Du Yan overtook the sportsman at the front, and Song Qichen followed closely behind him.

After crossing the line, before the two of them stabilized, the fourth group of monkeys jumped up and surrounded them.

"Fuck!" Luo Shengqiang grabbed the necks of the two of them one by one, ignoring the sweat on his body, "If you say you run first, you will run first! Awesome!"

"Let go, let go—" Du Yan panted and broke Luo Shengqiang's arm, "If you didn't run away to death, you'd be strangled to death."

Du Yan, who broke free, quickly ran to the other side, and dug out Song Qichen who had no strength to beat him.

"You two are amazing!" Xu Min also ran over, "That's a sports student! A professional runner! My god!"

"Stop crowding around, they're not hot!" Wu Cheng got into the crowd, and handed Du Yan and Song Qichen each a bottle of water that had been unscrewed.

"Thank you." Song Qichen took the water, raised his head and started pouring.

Du Yan held the bottle and didn't rush to drink, propping his knees to calm down his breathing.

"What are you doing! Don't stand on the track to delay other people's competition! Go back, go back!" The referee teacher saw that the trouble here was almost over, and then came to drive this group of little monkeys who occupied a lot of space back to the mountain.

Du Yan straightened up, saw Song Qichen's coat collar pulled up to his chin, and stretched out his hand to pull it off for him.

"Isn't it hot?" Du Yan pulled Song Qichen's zipper to his chest, looked at the sweat dripping down his fair neck, his pulse throbbing from running, his Adam's apple rolling up and down when drinking... Pulled back.

Song Qichen felt that his school uniform jacket was back near his chin, and glanced suspiciously at Du Yan, who looked away guiltily.

"What?" Song Qichen asked.

"It's nothing..." Du Yan cleared his throat, drank himself, and decided to change the topic to something more pleasant, "One thousand and five, I won."

Song Qichen raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat!" Du Yan hooked his shoulder with a smile, and walked to the fourth class rest area together.

Song Qichen rolled his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and brushed Du Yan's ears intentionally or unintentionally, "Okay."

Then he turned his head quickly and looked straight ahead.

Du Yan's ears turned red all of a sudden, he put his arms around Song Qichen's shoulders hard, and pretended to say calmly: "Three thousand-character love letter! Write it with your heart, don't be perfunctory!"

"How many words?!" Song Qichen stared at him in disbelief. They obviously didn't specify the number of words when they bet!

Du Yan hesitated briefly, "Two thousand five... ouch!"

Well, after a long time, Du Yan, the first brother of his No. [-] Middle School, was once again domestically abused by his boyfriend.