You Boys Play Games Very Well

Shan Zhu came to deliver breakfast as usual, but Ling Meng's bed was empty. He was a little surprised. Ling Meng didn't have class this morning, so he shouldn't have woken up so early.

"Mengmeng? You go to the playground to find him, he's gone for a run." The roommate showed him the way.

"Running?" It's really raining red, and the otaku actually wakes up for a run in the morning?

"Isn't there going to be a school sports meeting soon? He has to train."

"I never thought that Mengmeng would participate in the sports meeting, what event?"

"5000-meter long-distance race."

Shan Zhu: (O_O)?

Seeing Shan Zhu's expression of disbelief, the roommate laughed loudly: "When we were freshmen, all of us had the same reaction as you when we heard it. You should go find him, or you may be running out of time now."

There weren't many people on the playground in the morning, and Ling Meng was still very eye-catching in light yellow sportswear.Shan Zhu saw his figure from a distance, and he looked small against the background of the wide track. It was hard to imagine that such a Ling Meng would actually participate in the long-distance running event that most people would stay away from at the sports meeting.

Ling Meng, who was jogging, turned around a curve, Shan Zhu subconsciously took a step back and stood in the shadow of a tree.

Ling Meng didn't notice Shan Zhu, and ran past him not far away.Shan Zhu watched from a distance, and didn't stop until he finished three laps.

"Huh? When did you come?" Ling Meng looked at Shan Zhu who was walking towards him in surprise.

"You're on the third-to-last lap."

"Oh... I only ran eight laps in total." Before Ling Meng could breathe steadily, she became interested in the breakfast in Shan Zhu's hand, "What's for breakfast this morning, omelette? Great, my favorite Eating pancakes."

Ling Meng's enthusiasm for food is also one of the motivations for Shan Zhu to insist on bringing him breakfast. No matter what he buys, he will sincerely say that XXX is my favorite food, which makes people feel that it is worth paying for him.

"You just finished running, eat later." Shan Zhu didn't give it to him, but carried it by himself, and accompanied Ling Meng to the playground to do stretching.

"By the way, how did you find this place?" Ling Meng asked while stretching his legs.

"Your roommate said you were preparing for the sports meeting."

"He told you that?" Ling Meng rolled his eyes, remembered something, and dropped his fist on Shan Zhu's chest, "It's not all your fault."

"Why do you blame me again?"

"Where did I take the initiative to practice, it is clear that our instructor asked me to run every morning from today until the start of the sports meeting. I originally planned to run casually in the three days before the sports meeting."

"Your instructor will still catch the sports meeting?"

"He made a surprise bed check last night, and he accidentally found the twelve condoms in my drawer. His feudal thinking, even college students' love affairs, how can he tolerate this?"

Shan Zhu imagined that scene, inexplicably wanted to laugh.

"You still have the nerve to laugh? I've dealt with this matter at first, but who knew that you suddenly flicked me on QQ, and you were caught by him again."

"What's your problem with me playing on QQ?" Shan Zhu wondered, the director was too harsh, "You suddenly said that there was something urgent to download, and you didn't reply to WeChat asking, I was worried that you would pop up and try."

This time Ling Meng felt guilty: "Isn't it because I changed your note to a pornographic anchor..."

"……Ha ha ha ha."

"Don't laugh!" Ling Meng complained to him, "Because of this incident, I was taken to the office by the director to have a long talk, and told me about the dangers of many young people addicted to Internet pornography. Do you think I will be angry every time I meet you? Unlucky, it was like that during the live broadcast before, and it’s like this again now.”

"It's really a bit miserable. To make up for it, I'll run with you starting tomorrow."

Ling Meng glanced at the slippers on his feet, noncommittal.

"Don't worry, I won't wear this for running."