my sunshine

Just two weeks after the start of school, the school started early the teacher-student sports meeting that should have been held at the end of October.

The weather was still very hot, and "Autumn Tiger" probably had no intention of leaving at all.Almost everyone stayed in the school's open-air stadium, sitting neatly on the circular steps according to the order of the class, one by one.Obviously there is no place to fight, and most of the students are sitting obediently, but the whole stadium still gives people a noisy feeling.

However, even if the environment is disturbing, the students are still quite happy. It's fine if they don't take exams or attend classes. Students who don't need to compete can rest in their own seats and do what they want to do.Yang Ping is the kind who doesn't have to compete. He doesn't compete, but he doesn't have anything to do.It happened that the classmate next to him went to the competition, and he couldn't come back for a while, so he simply lay on his back on the concrete steps.When others see him, they probably think of Jigong and the like, but he just doesn't care.

It was afternoon, and the sun was so strong that Yang Ping couldn't open her eyes, so she raised a hand and placed it on top of her eyes.Slowly squinting his eyes, he saw that the edges of his hands were painted red by the sunlight, and the lines on the back of his hands became more and more clear.Yang Ping saw small forks on the back of his hand, and he felt that his skin was like the field of his grandmother's house.

Suddenly, Yang Ping's eyes went dark, and she felt her vision suddenly dimmed. Her palm touched something like cloth, and something fell on her from above, covering her upper body.Before Yang Ping could think about what it was, a few words slowly sank down on it: "Don't be afraid of being seen by the class teacher, classmate Yang."

This is, Xing Siyu.Although it's been two weeks since school started, we haven't said anything more, but his voice is easy to remember, "So, you put something on my head, monitor. Help me hide it, so that I won't be caught by the teacher." see?"

"Ha. That's not true. I just got hot. Well, I threw my school uniform jacket on your head."

Why did this person come to make friends suddenly? We probably don't know each other well. Isn't it afraid that I will get angry if you talk like this?It’s only been two weeks since school started and I don’t know anyone well. He, the class monitor, seems to be well received among the boys at least. It’s a pity that the girls in our class should control their appearance more. Then he has a potato face or something... Wait, What did he throw at me...

"You, um, why don't I take the clothes back." The voice sounded a little cautious, as if worried that the person under the clothes would get angry.Yang Ping couldn't see him, but thinking about whether a big man was worried about a short man was annoyed, she suddenly became excited, not only not angry, but also a little happy.He was used to being bullied by big men because of his size, yet a big man was worried about whether he was angry.

"No, it's good to block the sun. Your clothes were confiscated by me, sir. If you want to go back, there is no way." Saying this, Yang Ping grasped her clothes tightly, but slowly spread her hands, " Not dirty, maybe?"

"Hahaha, oh. I probably sweated a little. Do whatever you want. I'm going for a run." Then he lost his voice.

Are you sweating a little?Yang Ping suddenly thought of the indescribable smell of her roommate's dirty clothes, which were far away, and the squad leader's clothes, unexpectedly, did not smell of sweat.My God, it turns out that there are still boys whose clothes have no strange smell. I originally thought that only girls would be like this. He is so big and three rough, he can't be a woman, and there is also a sense of salt.It smells surprisingly good?Do my clothes have this smell?Yang Ping sniffed her cuff close to her nose, and then sniffed vigorously, but she didn't smell the similar smell on the squad leader's clothes.It seems that not everyone has it, and Yang Ping seems a little lost.

Thinking of the strange smell, Yang Ping propped up the clothes from the inside, like a sail, and the sun seemed to seep in from the outside of the clothes, like fine sand leaking from an hourglass. , a steady stream.And Yang Ping stared at the spun yarns, wondering where the sunlight went.

After a while, Yang Ping laughed unconsciously.Why do you play with his clothes, like a pervert, don't care if he is dirty, just sleep with a cloth covered, the key is that you can't lift your hands...

The athletes marched continuously on the radio, the teachers and students were cheering for cheers on the playground, and the students were chatting beside them, but Yang Ping didn't hear any of these voices.That afternoon, the boy fell asleep. He seemed to have dreamed of the sea, dreaming that the sun was talking to him...

The author has something to say: The sports meeting is indispensable in high school life, but it is dominated by sports students.And those of us are actually reading novels secretly below, after all, we will be scolded by the class teacher at other times.