I want this sand sculpture

接下来的400米决赛是在一个小时后举行的，杜衍刚刚软磨硬泡还挨了顿揍，终于说动宋起尘给他写一封两千字的情书。

So classmate Du Yan is in a good mood now, and it will be no problem to let him run another thousand and five.

"Are you really running with me?" After Song Qichen said that he wanted to run with me, Du Yan expressed his shock, "You still have a relay in the afternoon."

Song Qichen crossed his arms and raised his eyes to look at the backlit Du Yan, "Who do you look down on, Brother Yan?"

The result of the 400-meter race was obvious. Because of Song Qichen's super-student bonus, Du Yan rode the track and won the first place with an absolute advantage.

Director Chen was very happy and included their afternoon drinks.

The race in the afternoon was much easier, and there were only some interesting events such as relay running, class tug-of-war, and the teacher's 400-meter race.Because they are all group events, the discipline on the playground is not so strict. The referee teacher allows relatives and friends to gather around the field.

The relay run is a total of 400 meters, four people relay, and each person runs [-] meters.Divide into male and female groups, girls start first.

None of the girls in the fourth class could fight, so four active ones were pulled out, including Zhou Qin and Xu Min who were forcibly pushed out.

"Save the child." Xu Min was crying, holding the baton and standing at the starting point, she ran the first baton.

"Wake up," Zhou Qin tightened his shoelaces, ready to go to the third position, "You are almost twenty."

"Shut up, you!" Xu Min glared at her, and after receiving the begging eyes from the other party, he recovered his expression of bitterness and hatred, "Can you let Brother Yan come and run as a woman..."

Du Yan who was peeling off the lollipop wrapper for Song Qichen: "???"

"No!" Luo Shengqiang stood up sternly, "Sportsmanship! Show your competitive spirit to Sister Min! How can you cheat on the field?!"

Under the supervision of the Sports Commission, Xu Min desperately dispelled Princess Du's attention.

Du Yan gave Luo Shengqiang a grateful look.

Luo Shengqiang: "Why are you looking at me? Look at me and I won't let you run away!"

"..." Du Yan looked at him in disbelief for a while, then turned his head and whispered to Song Qichen, "Can I beat him up when it's over?"

Song Qichen suppressed a smile, "Isn't that the plan from the beginning?"

At this time, Luo Shengqiang didn't know what he was about to face, and he was still staring at the four girls in his class on the court.

Looks very much like a moron.

There was no suspense in the women's relay race. With the hard work of the four girls, Class 4 won No.[-] and missed the award.However, their mentality was very good. After the run, they were all happy, "The most important thing is to participate."

I have to go over to comfort the grief-stricken sports committee.

In the men's relay race, the players from the two sports classes were determined to take the shame of being [-] in the morning, and all of them were professional sprinters with strong strength.

Under such a situation, even though the fourth class has two masters, Du Yan and Song Qichen, they still only got No.3.

Just a little accident happened.

Luo Shengqiang ran first, because he is recognized as an explosive player, and he can widen the gap with other classes at the start.The second one is a boy who is not too tall. He is not very conspicuous in the class and has poor physical strength, but he is said to be quite fast in sprinting.

Song Qichen and Du Yan ran the third and fourth legs respectively. According to Du Yan's original words, "Even if you fall behind, Lao Song and I will catch you back." His attitude was very arrogant, and Luo Shengqiang wanted to hit someone.

The accident happened within 100 meters of Song Qichen.

The two sports classes are very strong, and they didn't expect to earn a place in these two classes. What they didn't expect were the two "dark horses" in class eight.

The first shot in Class [-] was a black and thin boy, who looked very inconspicuous, but his explosive power was astonishing. He was the first to rush out as soon as the gunshot rang out--half a second, the timing was very clever, and the referee Did not see it.

Luo Shengqiang was three or four meters behind him.

The second runner in Class [-] was the team's shortcoming. When Song Qichen took over, a short-legged boy from Class [-] ran in third place, already more than ten meters ahead of them.

Song Qichen took the baton with his backhand, raised his legs and rushed out with almost no reaction time. He didn't need to save his energy for sprinting. He concentrated all his strength in the 100 meters. Du Yan had never seen Song Qichen run so fast.

As Du Yan said, he is confident that he can catch up to third within 50 meters.

Just when Song Qichen surpassed his short legs and was still more than ten meters away from Du Yan, the "dark horse" from Class [-] made his move.

An inconspicuous stone stopped obliquely in front of Song Qichen. According to his current speed and direction, he would step on it in half a second.If he wanted to avoid it, Song Qichen would definitely disrupt the rhythm.

"Old Song!" Du Yan roared with his eyes wide open, he was standing facing Song Qichen, he could clearly see how the stone came from.

Song Qichen showed no expression, he stretched out his right hand - grabbing the red and white baton.

"Song Qichen!" Du Yan was in a hurry, he wanted to stop him, but Song Qichen stood there staring at him.

Song Qichen didn't slow down at all. It wasn't that he didn't see the stone, and it wasn't that he could avoid it. He just didn't want Class Eight to win.

This kind of engraved in the bone, dissatisfaction.

They dared to use dirty tricks, but even if they were allowed to use them, they would not be able to win.

So Song Qichen didn't slow down at all, and didn't dodge. He stepped straight on the stone, then staggered a bit, leaned forward, and passed the baton in Du Yan's hand.

"Run!" Song Qichen shouted.

Du Yan didn't say anything, turned his head and ran away.

Song Qichen took two steps forward by inertia, and knelt straight on the runway.

"Brother Dust!!"

"Song Qichen!!"

"Boss Song—"

There were screams behind him one after another, Du Yan bit his lip tightly and told himself not to look back, he gripped the baton tightly and rushed towards the finish line.

He reached the finish line as fast as he could, without any joy, and he didn't have time to hear the referee announce his results. He turned around and ran towards Song Qichen, his face dark and frightening.

Du Yan's anger reached its peak the moment he saw Song Qichen stepping on a stone.

Song Qichen had changed from kneeling to sitting. He was sitting on the turf at the inner edge of the runway, rubbing his right ankle with one hand, surrounded by a circle of worried-looking people from Class [-].

Seeing Du Yan approaching, Song Qichen raised his head and raised his eyebrows, his expression a little ugly.

Du Yan didn't speak, he half-kneeled in front of Song Qichen, and pulled away his hand rubbing his ankle.His fair ankle was already swollen, red and purple.

"Brother Chen, this is..." Luo Shengqiang, who had never dared to ask, finally opened his mouth. He didn't see why Song Qichen suddenly knelt on the ground behind him.

"..." Du Yan frowned and helped Song Qichen up from the ground, putting one of his arms on his shoulder, "I'll take him to the infirmary."

When helping Song Qichen out of the crowd, Du Yan glanced at the short-legged Eighth Class who pretended to pass by casually.

He knew this person. He skipped class and went to an Internet cafe together before, so he didn't have a deep impression.If it hadn't been for such a show today, he really wouldn't remember this person.

The short-legged subconsciously avoided Du Yan's sight, but felt a little apprehensive.

The look in Du Yan's eyes just now was so cold that he shivered unconsciously.

Everyone knows that there is a man named Du Yan in No. [-] Middle School who must not be messed with. Everyone wants to see what kind of character this campus legend is like.After getting in touch with him, Short Legs found out that Du Yan was not as difficult to get along with as rumored, and he had never seen anyone be cruel. He couldn't help laughing that the "key point" of No. [-] Middle School is that anyone can be a school bully.

Until that glimpse just now, the school tyrant burst out all of his viciousness and directed at him.

Only then did he understand why Du Yan couldn't mess with him.

But it's too late.

Song Qichen half leaned on Du Yan's body, raised his right foot, and was supported by him to the school infirmary.

In fact, the ankle is very painful, Song Qichen is not afraid of pain, it may be that the recent life is too comfortable, when the pain that he hasn't felt for a long time suddenly hits, he can't bear it for a moment.

Ever since he met Du Yan, Song Qichen seemed less and less able to get used to the pain.

Although the ankle was swollen, they won class eight.

Song Qichen was in a very happy mood.

"Angry?" Song Qichen took a quick look around, making sure no one was paying attention to them, then stretched out his left hand and pinched the tip of Du Yan's nose.

Du Yan slapped his hand away, and pursed his lips deliberately not to look at him.

"Angry at me?" Song Qichen asked again, stretching out his hand to scratch Du Yan's chin again.

Du Yan lost his temper by his boyfriend's rare flattering gesture, he said sullenly: "No."

"Then you carry me over there." Song Qichen said.

"Ah?" Du Yan was stunned, never expecting that his cold, unreasonable, and occasionally violent boyfriend would make such a request that didn't fit his image.

"It's nothing." Song Qichen turned his face away awkwardly, and he cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment.

Du Yan saw Song Qichen's reddened ears.

Hold!This is too cute!

Gan!

"I've said it before," Du Yan's mood suddenly rose, he stopped while talking, supported Song Qichen with one hand, walked in front of him and bent down, "You are so cute, you will be caught by me Bullying."

While lying on Du Yan's back, Song Qichen kicked the man who was about to fly into the sky - with his uninjured one.

The young man's thin back made Song Qichen feel at ease, he leaned lazily on Du Yan's shoulder, and buried his face in his neck.

The sun was very comfortable, Song Qichen smelled the smell of shower gel mixed with sweat under his body, and felt a little sleepy.

It would be great if this road was longer, Song Qichen thought so.

Seeing these two people again, Xiao Zhang, the school doctor's sister, was startled.

"Did you do it?" She touched the ankle of Song Qichen who was put on the bed, stared at Du Yan and asked immediately.

"It's not me!" Du Yan was startled, and quickly shook his head to prove his innocence.

"Did you fall over the ditch?" the school nurse asked again.

"..." Song Qichen realized for the first time the harm of stereotyped thinking to human beings. He looked at the school doctor complicatedly, "No."

"Then how did you do it?" The school doctor sister breathed a sigh of relief, and got up to get the ice pack at ease.

"It's just a twist." Du Yan took the ice pack, squatted down and carefully placed it on Song Qichen's red and swollen ankle.

The cold touch made Song Qichen shrink back indistinctly.

Du Yan noticed Song Qichen's little movement, he got up and got on the bed, and put the ice pack aside.Then he gently lifted Song Qichen's two legs, and put his ankles on his thighs.

Song Qichen lay uncomfortably on the hospital bed, letting Du Yan stick the ice pack on his ankle.

"Why is it twisted?" The school nurse's sister took the ointment and fixed gauze that will be used later and put it on the table, watching Du Yan unskillfully apply ice to Song Qichen, "His foot is not twisted, so don't rub it."

"Oh..." Du Yan reluctantly let go of Song Qichen's left ankle.

Song Qichen: "... I stepped on a rock."