Squad leader

The school sports meeting is one of the few moments where you can relax openly and aboveboard in the intense learning state.

However, the experimental middle school does not have a dedicated stand, and students need to carry heavy chairs to sit in every corner of the playground.

After the self-study in the morning, Jiang Tian was packing his schoolbag, thinking about how many sets of questions he could do when there were no items in today's competition.

In a blink of an eye, Ding Yang had turned Ding Yang's stool upside down and stuck it on his arm, carrying Jiang Tian's stool with one hand and his own stool with the other.

Jiang Tian frowned, "Give me back the stool."

Ding Yang ignored him and left with the stool on his shoulders.

Zhang Lei is puzzled, what are these two people doing, it's like they have taken gunpowder since yesterday.

Old An: "Mengyao, find a boy to move a table and put things there."

Jiang Tian took the initiative to raise his hand, "Teacher, let me move it."

The corridor is very crowded, and everyone is carrying chairs in various strange postures, moving down while afraid of bumping into each other.

Class [-] was on the top floor of the fourth floor. Jiang Tian couldn't go downstairs for a while, so he leaned on the table and looked out the window to the playground, and he could just see the seat arranged by Class [-].

Ding Yang's lean and straight back can be seen at a glance. There are two stools on his body, like a pair of shackles. He consciously put the two chairs at the back of the seating area.

Two people with a height of 1.8 meters will block people in the front row.

Ding Yang put the two stools side by side, and sat down contentedly.

He said a few words to Zhang Lei, then lifted his ass and left unhappily.

The corridor was a little empty, Jiang Tian carried the desk with both hands and walked down, carefully staring at the steps.

Walking around in traffic jams, finally dawdled to the third floor.

Ding Yang slid up against the wall and stood in front of Jiang Tian.

Jiang Tian thought he was going back to the classroom, so he moved his position to make room for half of him, but Ding Yang stood in front of him and remained motionless.

Jiang Tian raised his head in confusion: "What are you doing?"

Ding Yang: "Why not! Give me the table!"

Before Jiang Tian could react, Ding Yang grabbed the table.

"you……"

"What me! I don't have a whole lot of meat and I want to carry a table. You won't be exhausted. You have no idea!"

Ding Yang held the desk in one hand, and carried Jiang Tian's schoolbag in the other to the sitting area.

Jiang Tian shouted from behind: "Give me your schoolbag!"

Ding Yang cursed in his heart why he was carrying so many books, but he never let go of his schoolbag.

"It's just such a short way, why are you hypocritical?"

Jiang Tian understood that there was no reason to talk to people like Ding Yang.

After settling the table, Lao An explained the discipline, encouraging everyone to study in any occasion, and then wandered back to the office to prepare lessons.

Jiang Tian reluctantly sat next to Ding Yang, trying to pull the stool to the side, but Ding Yang stepped on the leg of the stool and couldn't move.

Jiang Tian simply immersed himself in his studies, pretending that Ding Yang did not exist.

There are few boys in the liberal arts class, so basically all the boys who can breathe in the class have to participate in the school sports meeting.

Ding Yang is tall, with long legs and long hands. Zhang Mengyao, relying on her piercing eyes, offered Ding Yang a track and field event in addition to the heavyweight one. Ding Yang was kind enough to accept it.

When Zhang Mengyao came to ask Ding Yang to go to the inspection, he hummed softly at Jiang Tian very proudly, and almost had the words "I'm so awesome" on his face.

Zhang Mengyao sneered, "Don't be complacent, the squad leader is also very good at sports, maybe you can't outrun him."

Ding Yang was taken aback, thinking that when Jiang Tian was in a bad mood, he always liked to run, he always hummed and hummed for ten laps, and he liked to play table tennis with his physical education teacher every time in physical education class.

"I thought nerds were useless."

Zhang Mengyao found out Ding Yang's number book - 520, and joked: "Yo, it's a good number."

Ding Yang had goosebumps all over his body, "No, change it for me, this number is too hypocritical!"

Zhang Mengyao flipped through the order book, "You are the only one in this game, and you can't change other numbers. If there is one, I will change it for you."

She stroked the number book in her hand, shook the rusty paper clip in her hand and continued: "Here are paper clips and tape. If you are worried about poking holes in your clothes, you can use tape to stick them on. The paper clips issued by the school are almost rusted. Artifacts."

Ding Yang reluctantly nodded, picked out a fairly clean paper clip and pinned it to his clothes. Anyway, this old school uniform is useless, and it doesn’t matter if it gets dirty with rust. He glanced at Jiang Tian’s side face, "By the way, What's the monitor's number?"

Zhang Mengyao flipped through the order book, "Fate, you 520, he 521, you two are hypocritical together."

Ding Yang glanced at Jiangtian's number book as if nothing had happened, "There's no need to change it, the squad leader is hypocritical with me, and my 520 glue is also fine."

--boom!

With a gunshot, Ding Yang rushed out like a spring!

Cross the line in a blink of an eye!

Class 100 is a bit far away from the [-]-meter runway, but it doesn't hinder the cheers of the crowd!

Zhang Lei even jumped up and stepped on the stool and shouted: "Brother Yang, you are awesome!"

Zhang Mengyao praised, "I really didn't realize that he is so good."

While surrounding the physical education teacher to record his grades, Ding Yang casually tore off his baggy white school uniform T-shirt, and looked at the fit student next to him, complete with gym pants and spiked shoes, with great pride and disdain.

The referee teacher of the sports group said while remembering the results: "Yes, which class? Are you interested in joining the school team and taking a special move?"

Ding Yang's tail was about to go up to the sky, "It's so-so, I'm still concentrating on my studies, and I'm not interested in the school team."

The teacher turned his head and criticized the special student again: "I haven't practiced much in the past half a month, what kind of results are there!"

Ti Tesheng next to him almost poked a hole in Ding Yang with his eyes.

Ding Yang hurriedly returned to his seat in Class [-], picked up the hem of his school uniform T-shirt and wiped his sweat, revealing the tight lines of his lower abdomen.

Lu Lei came over, "Brother Yang, can you stop being so coquettish!"

Ding Yang shook his little curly hair, "Cut, this is handsome!"

He subconsciously looked in Jiang Tian's direction. He was immersed in the exercises and never looked up from the beginning to the end.

Zhang Mengyao patted Ding Yang on the shoulder, "The preliminaries must have passed, let's take a break first, there will be four hundred preliminaries later."

Ding Yang pulled the back of the chair, stepped over with his long legs, and leaned against Jiang Tian with his whole body steaming. He picked up his schoolbag and started looking for a water glass. It is common sense to replenish water after strenuous exercise.

"Damn, where is my water glass?"

Ding Yang plucked his hair irritably.

Jiang Tian stopped his pen and handed over his thermos, "Drink mine."

Ding Yang's eyes lit up, he took it with a wag of his tail, and shouted very loudly, "Thank you squad leader, Ron."

Jiang Tian said "childish" in a low voice.

There are chrysanthemums soaked in the water, which has a faint bitter taste, which is just right for autumn.

Ding Yang unscrewed the lid, poured water into the lid of the cup, and poured it down his throat without touching his lips.

"Why is it so troublesome for you to drink water?"

Ding Yang said embarrassingly, "I'm afraid I'll get you dirty."

Jiang Tian took the water glass, unscrewed the cork and handed it back to Ding Yang, "Don't be so awkward."

With crooked smiles, Ding Yang held the water cup in both hands and began to gulp down.

"Hey hey, I was handsome just now, the monitor, right?"

Jiang Tian concentrated on calculating the probability of Xiaoming and Xiaohong winning the prize, without raising his head, "It's okay, so-so."

Ding Yang's mouth was almost grinning to the back of his head, and he still watched the game.

The 400m preliminaries begin——

Zhang Mengyao sorted out the broadcast manuscript in her hand, and threw it to Ding Yang, "You send it to the rostrum for the inspection."

Ding Yang cursed, "I'm the kind of speeding boy in the arena, let you do it like this."

Zhang Mengyao rolled her eyes, "Master Feichi, go quickly!"

While walking, Ding Yang casually flipped through the hype broadcast scripts written by his classmates. When he saw a copy of the extraordinarily beautiful handwriting, the corners of his mouth almost hung on the back of his head.

Jiang Tian's handwriting is very beautiful. He has practiced Zanhua Xiaokai and thin gold fonts. The two fonts together have a kind of bony vigor and beauty, a bit like the kind of snow lotus that grows tenaciously on the edge of a snow mountain. , spotless and upright.

Just like him, he is calm on the surface, but he is more stubborn than anyone else on the inside.

To the 400m athletes:

The vigorous posture like a tiger is the eternity engraved by you across the prehistoric times; the keen eyesight like an eagle is the light illuminated by you flying across the sky.The fearlessness of never giving up is the wings, and the strength of going forward is the light, illuminating you to pierce the darkness and embrace the dawn!

Rain and rainbow, sweat and sunshine, victory is waiting for you at the finish line!

Contributions from Class [-], Grade [-]

"Although I don't know what he wrote, but this scholar's literary talent is really beyond recognition."

Ding Yang strolled to the rostrum, and many people were handing in broadcast drafts. Two girls at the broadcasting station were broadcasting drafts alternately, and a boy was reviewing drafts. When they encountered one, they could tell that they were copied, or the project time was not suitable. directly skip it.

"Student, give me a pen."

Ding Yang added a sentence at the end of Jiang Tian's manuscript:

——Ding Yang, Class [-], Grade [-], you are the best, come on!

Ding Yang, who quietly finished his bad deeds, looked smug. He put Jiang Tian's manuscript first, and stared at the boy reviewing the manuscript with "eyes like an eagle", "This must be read!"

The boy reviewing the manuscript took a look at the manuscript paper, and it was clearly written by two people. The sentence added at the end wished all the strokes would fly out, but it can be seen that the font is a kind of publicity, just like the Frost Chunrui in the front The font is exactly like two people.

He glanced at the manuscript and found that the literary talent was not bad, so he handed it over to the broadcaster who read the manuscript.

"Don't worry, wait until the first round of the [-] preliminaries."

After explaining everything, Ding Yang was satisfied to queue up for inspection.

"Ding Yang is here!"

Class [-] is quite close to the starting point of [-]. Ding Yang can be seen in the crowd at a glance. Apart from his outstanding looks, what's more, his wild and unruly curly hair is very recognizable. When the wind blows, it's like the mushrooms in Plants vs. Zombies explode.

Ding Yang fanned his shirt angrily, moved his wrists and ankles briefly, and gave a thumbs up to the position of the seventh class.

Listening to the cheers of the class, the name "Ding Yang" came out from the mouths of the people around him over and over again. Jiang Tian was always distracted when reading the questions, and he was a little out of focus. He simply closed the book and watched the game. After resting, I saw Ding Yang bared his teeth and gave himself a coquettish thumbs up.

--boom!

Gunshots rang out.

When the normal game was not affected, the sweet girl on the broadcasting station transmitted through the experiment through the antique loudspeaker:

Contributions from Class [-], Senior [-], Contributions from Class [-], Senior [-]——

……

Rain and rainbow, sweat and sunshine, victory is waiting for you at the finish line!Ding Yang, the third and seventh class of senior high school, you are the best, come on!

???

Jiang Tian was stunned, didn't he write the last sentence? !

After thinking about it, Jiang Tian understood what was going on.

Forget it, let him go, this person is really childish!

Ding Yang listened to the radio script, bared his teeth and crossed the line.

"Cow batch!"

"Ding Yang is second! The first is the sports committee of the third class. Chen Tianyang has a special physique. It is not a loss to lose to him. Our class is stable in the final!"

Zhang Mengyao broadcast the game in real time.

The first day of the competition ended smoothly, Lao An put his arms around Ding Yang, "You can do it, the real person doesn't show his face, I'll treat you to dinner today!"

Lao An is not as tall as Ding Yang, but he has to put his shoulders on his shoulders. The two of them standing together are like Ding Yang hanging a bag.

Ding Yang shook off Lao An's fleshy hands with pain all over his body, "There is no need to eat, can you not change the seat for me?"

The old An chicken thief rubbed his mustache, and he didn't know what kind of idea was brewing in his small eyes, "I don't care about changing seats. You have to ask the monitor, I'll listen to him."

Ding Yang jumped, "Aren't you the head teacher, why can't you even do this!"

Ding Yang rushed upstairs angrily to get dinner.

Lao An shouted at him angrily: "You boy deserves a beating, dare to question me!"

After dinner, Ding Yang carried Jiang Tian's stool back to the classroom, and continued his self-study at night.

Tired all day during the day, Ding Yang was visibly sluggish at night. After flipping through the "China News Weekly" bought by Lao An for a while, he fell asleep on Stitch's head in a daze, with his hair rubbing against Stitch's ears. Stitch added bangs.

Seeing that he was soundly asleep, Jiang Tian quietly put a piece of toilet paper on him to prevent the saliva from dripping onto his doll, then gently closed the window next to him, and pressed down the curtain with an Oxford dictionary.

The school sports meeting on the second day was all final events, and the most exciting thing was the men's 4*100m relay.

Zhang Mengyao took a look at the few players on the field. Zhang Lei was the first, short but explosive, and fast in the straight line. The second was Zhou Yuwen, who lived in the same room as Jiang Tian. The one with long legs played steadily, and corners were not a problem. The three straights were Jiang Tian, ​​and the last corner sprint was given to Ding Yang.

Four people stand together, Zhang Lei, who is 1.7 meters 520, is sandwiched between three bamboo poles like a small potato, Jiang Tian and Ding Yang have two numbers, one is 521, the other is [-], a group of girls in the class are covering their mouths and laughing, Made a few boys inexplicable.

Five people put their hands together——

"One, two, class seven rush!"

Zhang Lei's first shot was in the middle position, the second shot was Zhou Yuwen's body was not special, and his legs were not as long as a big guy, sprinting was not Jiang Tian's strong point, and the third shot was a bit difficult for him to chase.

When he arrived at Ding Yang, Jiang Tian anxiously handed over the stick.

The moment the two hands touched, Jiang Tian's hand was hot, while Ding Yang's was cold, dry, and steady.

Looking at Ding Yang's grinning big white teeth, Jiang Tian suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of security. Although there was still a long distance before the track to catch up with the former, it seemed that with Ding Yang around, he would definitely be able to catch up.

"Hey, leave it to me."

After 50 meters, the only one who competed with Ding Yang for crossing the finish line was the sports committee member of the third class, the sports student he met during the 100-meter preliminaries.

Meet each other on a narrow road, do not give an inch, you will live and die.

--Depend on!

Ding Yang gritted his teeth, completely disregarding his expression management, and rushed over with a roar.

With a slight difference, the third class was first, and the seventh class was second.

The four of them signed up at the finish line together, and Zhang Mengyao picked up the four of them with two coats from their stools.

The coats belonged to Ding Yang and Zhou Yuwen. Zhang Lei didn't like to wear coats, so Zhang Mengyao didn't bring them for him. Jiang Tian's coats were folded in his bag, and Zhang Mengyao didn't bother to look through them for him.

Ding Yang took the coat and hung it directly on his elbows, and wiped his sweat with his T-shirt in annoyance.

Zhang Lei put his arms around Zhou Yuwen's shoulders, and said, "It's good, it's good, it's pretty good for our grass-stage team to be second!"

Zhou Yuwen obviously didn't want to be stuck with Zhang Lei's sweaty body, so he took the coat that Zhang Mengyao handed over and thanked him.

In the end, he rushed too hard, and Chen Tianyang from the third class was a little bit upset. Ding Yang went over to help him, and said in admiration, "Brother, you are awesome!"

Chen Tianyang waved his hand, "You are a dog, you chased so hard!"

Zhang Mengyao was not happy after hearing this, and coaxed, "Hey, Chen Tianyang, what are you talking about!"

Ding Yang stopped Zhang Mengyang with a smile. Boys like to joke among themselves, "Just kidding."

Chen Tianyang looked at Zhang Mengyao's fierce expression, "You tigress is so fierce, be careful that you won't get married in the future!"

Zhang Mengyao put her hips on her hips and stared: "I want you to take care of it!"

After most of the day, Class [-]'s bonus points were already ranked second.

Lao An wandered around, "This year's results are good, I thought there was only one spiritual civilization award at most."

Zhang Lei continued, "Ding Yang is too good, rely on my brother Yang to lead the flight."

Lao An glanced at Ding Yang approvingly, "Yes."

Ding Yang rubbed his hands and discussed with Lao An in a low voice, "Teacher, you see that I have worked so hard, can you stop changing the seat for me..."

"Okay."

Ding Yang's eyes lit up immediately, "Really?"

Lao An looked at Jiang Tian, ​​who was stuck in the sea of ​​questions before he finished wiping off the sweat, "It's fine if the squad leader agrees."

"It's boring!"

The last race is a long-distance race, an anti-human 5000-meter race, and registration is on-site.

Zhang Mengyao came over, "Brother Yang, don't you want to sign up for one?"

"5000 meters, if you run to your death, I'll forget it."

"How can you, you are so wise and powerful, you can report one, and the squad leader will report anyone who can't escape to death."

Ding Yang thought about it, Jiang Tian dared to sign up even with his small body, and it's not like he was inferior to him, so let's forget about his studies, but he had to compete on the playground.

A man's damn desire to win.

"Then sign up for one, and watch your Yang brother dominate the playground!"

Zhang Mengyao happily filled in the names of Ding Yang and Jiang Tian, ​​"Squad leader, brother Yang, godfather! If you exceed the third class, it's up to you! I'm going to piss that bastard Chen Tianyang to death!"

Ding Yang pretended to salute, "Yes, madam."

Long-distance running wears people's will, everyone stood in line before shooting, thinking of Ding Yang's fiery temper, even though Jiang Tian remembered Ding Yang's appearance of finding fault in his mind, he still reminded out of good intentions: "Control your speed, Don't rush too hard."

Ding Yang raised his eyebrows, "Then if I run first, you won't change positions."

Jiang Tian avoided the serious and light, "These two things are different, you should warm up quickly."

"I don't care, do you agree?!"

Jiang Tian had no choice but to say, "Okay, okay, listen to you, you go to warm up first, or you will get cramps easily."

"Got it!"

5000 meters, [-] and a half laps, it took an hour to run slowly. At the beginning, some students cheered enthusiastically, and then there were very few.

Ding Yang was one and a half laps away, and Jiang Tian was two and a half laps away.

Jiang Tian's feet were a little cramped.

Ding Yang slowed down. Jiang Tian felt that Ding Yang wanted to tell him something. He endured the pain to speed up. Once the long-distance running speed is damaged, it will seriously affect the performance.

Ding Yang: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Tian: "No...it's okay, I have a little cramp, don't worry about me, I'll be overtaken if you don't hurry up."

Ding Yang said angrily, "If you exceed it, you will pass it. Stop and don't run."

Jiang Tian firmly said: "No!"

The two of them dawdled for half a circle, and saw that the ones who came later surpassed Ding Yang.

Ding Yang couldn't move Jiang Tian, ​​he glanced at Jiang Tian's stubborn side face, flushed from the long-distance running, the sweat on his forehead dripped down his cheeks, and the school uniform T-shirt was soaked, clinging to his upper body, The muscular lines are exquisite, but still thin.

This kind of person is used to excellence, and has always treated honor like his own father!

Ding Yang gritted his teeth, tore off the number book that was pasted on Jiang Tian's chest, and held it tightly in his hand.

He held up Jiang Tian's directory, "I'll take you to the finish line."

The whole place is boiling!

"Ding Yang, Ding Yang is crazy, he started sprinting in just over a lap!" Zhang Lei jumped to the side of the track!

"Ding Yang, come on!"

"Class Seven, come on!"

"Ding Yang, come on!"

Holding Jiang Tian's phone book, Ding Yang rushed over with his last breath!

I could almost feel the smell of blood in my throat, and in a whirl, I heard the physical education teacher shouting: "Get up, get up, walk, don't lie down!"

Ding Yang stood up with his collapsed arms. There were still many students on the playground who were still persisting before crossing the finish line.

Ding Yang shook his dizzy head, his curly hair was covered with sweat, his whole face was flushed red, and he felt that his face could not accommodate his facial features. He reported his grades to the teacher, and took small steps towards run back.

Jiang Tian still had half a circle to go. He tried to speed up and sprint, but his ankle hurt too much. In the end, he could only take small steps to move towards the finish line.

Jiang Tian lowered his head and ran, and gradually felt that there were more people around him running at almost the same frequency, and then he heard Ding Yang's panting voice: "Don't worry, the end is coming soon."

The two of them ran to the finish line synchronously like two people with three legs.

Zhang Mengyao pulled Zhang Lei and Zhou Yuwen over to pick up the heroes. Ding Yang returned the number book to Jiang Tian. Jiang Tian saw that his number book was wrinkled in Ding Yang's hands, and suddenly smiled. His mouth was red and his teeth were red. Beads of sweat were still hanging on his face, and it was steaming, which was very beautiful.

Jiang Tian took over the number book that was drenched in Ding Yang's sweat, "Thank you."

Ding Yang raised his eyebrows, "You're welcome."

Zhang Lei and Zhou Yuwen wanted to help Jiang Tian to the infirmary, but Ding Yang grabbed him and squatted in front of Jiang Tian, ​​"Come up!"

Jiang Tian was a little embarrassed, "No, it's not that serious."

Ding Yang pressed Jiang Tian on his back, "There's so much nonsense, come up as soon as I tell you!"

Jiang Tian had no choice but to let Ding Yang carry him to the infirmary.

Jiang Tian's ankle was a little swollen, and the school doctor prescribed some anti-swelling spray. Ding Yang sat on the side, his red face still not gone, his throat was a little uncomfortable, and he coughed twice from time to time.

Ding Yang suddenly remembered something, "I didn't run first, I was a little short...that seat..."

Jiang Tian raised his head to look at Ding Yang, his silver eyes gleamed, probably due to the reflection of energy-saving lamps in the school hospital, but Ding Yang felt that they were the most spiritual eyes in the world.

"No more."

Ding Yang jumped up excitedly, couldn't hide his smile, "Yes!"