The tablemate is sick and delicate

"Please go to the third group of long jump contestants to go to the inspection office for inspection... Please go to the third group of long jump..." The melodious and clear voice of the sports host came to Lu Sanqi's ears through the loudspeaker.

It's time for him to go to the inspection. It was Xia Dong who reported the long jump for him. He will definitely complete it well, or he will be disappointed.

Lu Sanqi clenched her fists subconsciously, digging her nails deeply into her palms. This posture has not changed since Xia Dong left, as if she doesn't feel any pain.

Xia Dong was dragged away just after the opening ceremony, Lu Sanqi watched Xia Dong leave without looking back, laughing and playing with a group of friends while walking towards the supermarket, then Xia Dong's figure gradually disappeared in the the corner.

Lu Sanqi stood by the playground, watching the athletes and staff coming and going, he thought, Xia Dong might have forgotten what he promised him.Lu Sanqi's throat was a little dry and burning. He obviously needed water to infiltrate him, but he didn't have the desire to drink water.

This is the first time he has appeared in this kind of place after his illness was cured, alone, in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar crowds, and noisy voices, but he knew that this sense of helplessness came more from familiar people leave.

Many things appeared in his line of sight.

The shot put rolling on the ground, the flying sand raised by the bunker, the number plate behind the athlete, the stretched red ribbon at the end of the runway, the timer in the referee's hand...all these things flashed before his eyes, becoming more and more serious. Fast... Even a blurry afterimage appeared.

The signal gun in the running referee's hand made a bang, which became very clear in his ears. The shot put referee blew his whistle, and the sharp and piercing sound reached his ears, hitting his eardrums hard, even It passed through the ears and reached the head, turning into dull pains.

He could hear the breathing of people around him, rapid... peaceful...

Some coaches are reprimanding sports talents, which hinders the sports team...

"Student Lu Sanqi from the third group of long jump please come to the inspection office for inspection..." He heard someone calling his name on the speaker, but it was gradually overwhelmed by the current sound of the speaker, which became even harsher.

Lu Sanqi recognized a direction from his blurred vision, and staggered towards it.

It is an equipment room dedicated to placing discarded sports equipment. It is just a dark and narrow room, which is Lu Sanqi's current mental support.

He can't do it...he can't do it...Lu Sanqi kept denying himself in his heart. He curled up in the corner, protecting himself with the safest posture, his body was shaking constantly, and his whole body was in pain, but His consciousness was still tense, even on the verge of collapse.

If he didn't get a good grade, reprimand... scolding... questioning... scenes appeared in Lu Sanqi's mind.

"You bastard! You bastard! You're just like your mother!" the father roared.

"Crazy! No matter how rich the family is! You are still a fool!" The classmate laughed and satirized.

"Oh, what a child, how could he become mentally ill? It's a pity." The sympathy of relatives and friends.

"Are you...are you feeling unwell? Don't forget to take the medicine..." The mother was worried and nervous.

I'm not sick, I have no problems, I just see more than you guys...

One second before Lu Sanqi completely lost consciousness, a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind.

"But you're already healed, you're such a little glass heart." The boy's upbeat ending voice, accompanied by a smile, lingered in his ears.

Lu Sanqi seemed to see a handsome face, with peach blossom eyes, high nose bridge and thin lips, and pointed canine teeth when he smiled.

To remember him...is a very good thing...