Who is not Bai Yueguang?

Xue Qiao's handsome is handsome with a little bit of sharpness, but when he talks to people, he always has a little smile in his eyes, and he looks very kind and patient.

Bi He looked up at him, sighed and said in a low voice, "I really can't do it... I've booked the last one."

"Then don't run." Xue Qiao said, there was nothing unusual in his tone, "If you don't want to run, then don't run, 1000 meters is quite tiring."

Instead of persuading him to persevere as Bi He expected, it was somewhat surprising.Bi He bowed his head and thought about it for a while, and said distressedly: "If you promise others, you can't go back on your word, and if you abstain, it's not easy for the monitor to explain to Mr. Zhao..."

Xue Qiao looked at him and said with a smile: "Actually, it doesn't matter, it was because he closed his eyes and was blind."

Bi He hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head and whispered: "Forget it, there must be a beginning and an end."

There was a sudden "bang" behind him, and Bi He was taken aback. Immediately, there was a loud sound of cheering in his ears, and the crowd rushed from one end of the playground to the other.

It was the first group that started.

Bi He was so nervous that he blinked non-stop, and his thick eyelashes trembled accordingly.

Xue Qiao pulled him to the lawn, avoiding the crowd.Before Bi He could react, he was already squatting beside him, his slender fingers gently pressing the calf muscles protruding from Bi He's shorts.

"Press it a little bit, have you warmed up yet? My legs are cramping for a while."

Bi He listened to his deep and adult voice, and shook his head blankly.

Xue Qiao looked up at him and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't be the last one."

In the second group it was Bi He's turn, he was on the fourth runway.

The volunteers shouted loudly for the athletes to get on the track, Bi He walked slowly towards the fourth track, and heard Xue Qiao calling himself behind him.

He turned his head, and the other party raised his finger to point to the direction of the destination: "I'll wait for you over there."

Bi He was taken aback, and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just pursed his lips and smiled.

One lap of the playground of No. 450 Middle School is 1000 meters, and [-] meters is actually only a little more than two laps, but for Bi He, who has thin arms and legs, it is already a very arduous long march.

What does it mean to catch ducks on the shelves, that's it.

"preparation--"

Bi He bent down, stepped on the running aid and took a starting position like the person next to him, feeling a little awkward.

"boom!"

There was another sound of cheering that resounded through the sky, and before Bi He had time to think, he had already rushed out with other people on the runway.

He knew that with his own endurance, he absolutely couldn't charge at the beginning, so he was quickly left behind by the opponent who was like a flying arrow.

He recalled the method Xue Qiao taught him after school a few days ago, and took a few breaths rhythmically.

But Rome was not built in a day, what's the use of a week of training, Bi He still entered the state of thinking that he was about to die after running a lap.

There are classmates in the same class running slowly, shouting for Bihe to come on.

Only in sports games where middle school students' sense of honor is easily overwhelmed can Bi He look like a part of the class.

He turned his head to look in a daze, but he didn't see Xue Qiao.

That's right, Xue Qiao said to wait for him at the finish line.

After running the second lap, Bi He could no longer bear to stop and walk slowly.

He felt that his throat was burning hot, and the sound of enthusiastic cheering had already turned into a vague buzzing in his ears.

He swallowed, feeling his throat cut sorely.

The boy in the sixth lane rushed too fast at first, and now he seemed to be out of breath, dragging his feet in pain a few steps in front of Bi He.

"Jiang Jiang! Run!"

This sound was so clear that even Bi He heard it. Before he could react, the boy on the sixth track had already raised his head and rushed out with a loud shout.

Bi He: "..."

He hesitated for a few seconds, then ran with a blank face.

There are still 100 meters.

The surging crowd has gradually squeezed to the finish line, and those running fast in front have already crossed the line.

There are still 50 meters left, and there are only Bi He and the boys from the sixth lane left on the runway.

The sound of cheering became more intense.

Bi He felt that he really couldn't run anymore, and it seemed that he would enter death mode if he took another step.

He really didn't want to run the 1000 meters, but it was strange that although Bi He was withdrawn and unsocial, he really agreed to the long-distance running, and he didn't want to break his promise to his classmates, and he didn't want to let his classmates down in the end.

So he and the boys on the sixth lane increased their speed together.

20 meters away from the key point.

Bi He raised his head, his vision was a bit blurred, but he still caught sight of Xue Qiao at the finish line.

Xue Qiao's projects were all on the second day. He didn't change his sweatpants that day. Whoever wore short, fat and ugly school uniform trousers took advantage of him to become a long-legged oppa. He was so tall and straight with a black T-shirt on his body. And handsome.

He already looks like an adult.

Bi He was thinking vaguely, Xue Qiao raised a hand in his sight, he actually didn't say anything, but Bi He knew that he was cheering him on.

You won't be the last.

This is Xue Qiao's voice.Bi He closed his eyes, took a sharp breath, and accelerated.

He thought this was probably a flashback.

After crossing the finish line, he couldn't stand it anymore, and crashed into the arms of Xue Qiao who was waiting in front of him.

A strong arm supported Bi He, who was limp all over, Xue Qiao was knocked back by the force of his rushing, and the other's hairy head rested on his shoulder, he was really exhausted.

Bi He took a big gulp of air, his ears were still buzzing, and all the people walking around seemed to be phantoms, but he could hear Xue Qiao's voice.

Kind and with a smile.

"Congratulations, not the last one."

Suddenly, a small firework exploded in Bi He's heart.

It is very small and the voice is soft, which is incompatible with the hot summer sports meeting.

But Bi He was extremely happy.

This is probably the feeling of having friends, Xue Qiao is really a very good friend.