Beta was teased by me

The plastic runway was scorched hot, exuding a rubbery smell that wasn't too strong but couldn't be ignored.

Sheng Cifan had a rare opportunity, and was thinking about how to tease him well, but he walked straight back to the track, straightened his back as if nothing had happened, and kept his eyes straight, just like a walking popsicle.

The troublemaker who was still ready to move was chilled by the popsicle, and turned his attention back to the physical examination.

Seeing that the first group ran to the position of the 100-meter sprint on the last lap, Sheng Cifan stood next to the physical education teacher with a pen in his mouth and began to record the results.

Except for the No.1 girl who happened to be stepping on the passing line, all the rest failed.The physical education teacher has long been used to it, and calmly directed the second group to prepare for the exam.

Sheng Cifan went through the roster and stopped at the physical fitness test at the end of last semester. His time was four minutes and ten seconds, a perfect score, while Lu Xiuyang, four minutes and 50 seconds, was just on the full score line.

"Quick, quick, Lu Xiuyang undressed!"

"Sisters and sisters, my nose is about to bleed."

"It's not nosebleed you sprayed, it's saliva!"

"..."

500 meters, less than four laps, the starting point and the finishing point are not on the same line, Sheng Cifan is at the finishing point, following the direction of the sound, the first thing he sees is the most eye-catching Lu Xiuyang, he takes off his coat and stops his arms The students in the liberal arts class next to him screamed nympho.

Ai Yingying was sitting on the grass, sticking out his tongue and panting. He was still lifeless one second, and almost jumped up from the ground the next second: "Brother Sheng, help me over there to help Mr. Lu lift his coat, hurry up."

Sheng Cifan lifted his lips: "Is Lu Xiuyang's physical test so flamboyant?"

"It's not coquettish, it's handsome." Ai Yingwen took out a spray bottle in his pocket, and sprayed it on his body, "I ran 800 meters without messing up my pheromone, but now it seems to be leaking..."

"Don't worry, no, I didn't smell it."

Ai Yingwen rolled his eyes: "You'll be damned if you can smell it as soon as Beta."

The sports committee stood beside Sheng Cifan: "How long do you think Lu Xiuyang plans to run this time?"

The whistle sounded, accompanied by a burst of screams full of vital energy, more than a dozen boys rushed out of the starting line.

There are fools who use their brains to sprint at a speed of [-] meters, and there are also those who choose the tail of the crane from the beginning to focus on the participants.

Lu Xiuyang didn't run fast, he was in the middle of the team, and he was different from the people who slapped the whole sole of his feet on the track. His steps were light, his legs were long and his strides were long, and he maintained his own speed and moved at a constant speed.

Sheng Cifan responded casually: "It's just at the level of the full mark."

The Sports Committee is doing chest-expanding exercises: "In the last exam, he was in the same group as me. He stood behind the finish line. He didn't cross the line until the physical education teacher yelled at him for four minutes and 49 seconds."

After Sheng Cifan's physical test, he usually puts his head into the basketball court next door and never cares about the situation on the track. Now he learned about this from others, which is a bit uncomfortable.

The sports committee continued to praise: "What did you think when Nuwa created humans? Just make people look good, and return the fucker to everything."

A group of people ran over in front of them, with uneven footsteps. Compared with the slightly ferocious expressions of others, Lu Xiuyang's expression was still calm and indifferent as always, and he didn't care at all.

Sheng Cifan turned his face away and deliberately did not look at Lu Xiuyang. The next moment, a coat spread over Sheng Cifan's head with a faint smell of mint.

I couldn't hold back the word "fuck", Sheng Cifan was about to step forward to throw back his coat, Ai Yingying immediately hugged Sheng Cifan's calf, "Brother Sheng, I don't dislike it, give me Mr. Lu's clothes for a while .”

Sheng Cifan ignored those words, determined to cure Ai Yingying's blind worship problem.

Ai English: "Brother Sheng?"

Sheng Cifan ignored him, and put his clothes on his body: "I'm a little cold."

Ai Yingwen's fanning hand froze: ... In the high temperature of more than [-] degrees, with two coats on his body, brother Sheng is absolutely extraordinary.

In physical education class on Monday afternoon, Class [-] and Class [-] collided. Xiao Yong came out of the equipment room with a pair of badminton rackets in his arms, "Hey, Sheng Xiaofan, you are back."

The two punched each other, and Sheng Cifan asked about the recent training situation of the swimming team. Anyway, he couldn't go back to training for the time being, so Sheng Cifan didn't ask too much.

Xiao Yong was eager to tell Sheng Cifan everything in detail: "A newcomer has recently joined the team. Like you, he specializes in 200m and 400m freestyle. His training results the day before yesterday were better than yours."

Sheng Cifan chuckled: "It seems that Team Chen has found a treasure."

Xiao Yong put his arm across Sheng Cifan's shoulder: "Anyway, I won't deal with him."

Sheng Cifan stared at Xiao Yong contemptuously, and there were not many people who could deal with this guy: "The sense of crisis is coming again?"

Xiao Yong said calmly and frankly: "I mainly attack one thousand and five, and you are the one who is in danger. After resting for so long, I don't know how much state is left."

Chatting here, the physical test over there is also coming to an end.

The guy who sprinted to the front at the beginning was still a little bit strong, but now he was far ahead. Xie Fei fell behind him for a whole lap, and now he just passed by Sheng Cifan with a "hum huh huh", The clothes are so wet that half a basin of water can be wrung out.

In the last straight sprint, Lu Xiuyang ran second in the team, about 1 meters behind No.50.

No.1 crossed the finish line, slumped to the lawn like a dog, and the physical education teacher stuck the timer.

"Four minutes and fifty seconds."

As if hearing the time signal, Lu Xiuyang's speed slowed down, and No.3 found the right opportunity to pass by him.

"Four minutes and fifty seconds."

Seeing that Sheng Cifan didn't answer, Xiao Yong had been training together for a long time, and Sheng Cifan had always been a standout. He guessed that it was difficult for him to accept the sudden change, so he showed the demeanor of the captain and comforted him, "Don't worry, I will accompany you when I come back." You practice."

"Four minutes and 50 seconds!"

Lu Xiuyang crossed the finish line slowly, his expression was calm, his face didn't change and his heart didn't beat, he didn't look like someone who just finished [-] runs.

Sheng Cifan didn't hold back: "Fuck."

Xiao Yong: "What the fuck?"

Sheng Cifan waved his hand casually, took off his jacket and held it in his hand: "It's okay, do you know what a talented player is?"

Xiao Yong shook his head.

Sheng Cifan snorted softly, and lazily said: "Success is 90.00% nine point nine of talent, plus [-]% sweat."

Xiao Yong's character set of the warm team leader was easily overturned by Sheng Cifan before he could fully support it, and he clenched his fist and hammered Sheng Cifan's left shoulder: "Just talk about being a thief, don't sneak around again when the time comes Soak in the water for extra training."

Sheng Cifan didn't have the slightest embarrassment of being exposed. He always looked young and frivolous. Many contestants felt that Sheng Cifan became famous at a young age, had extraordinary talents, and underestimated himself.

Every gold medal that Sheng Cifan won was not just bought online. The "underestimation of the enemy" that he was sure of winning every time before the competition was nothing more than the self-confidence he gained from the training of excellence.

A pair of black-rimmed glasses was obviously exhausted, and with a distance of five or six meters from the finish line, he was shaking like a drunk alcoholic, crooked and about to fall, Sheng Cifan stepped forward to hold him steady .

"Five minutes and eight seconds."

This person, Sheng Cifan, remembered that he had been served milk tea, and he could only remember his face if he couldn't be named. It turned out that this person was not an Omega.

Sheng Cifan kindly reminded: "Stand up for a while, don't sit down in a hurry."

The black-framed glasses squinted at Sheng Cifan, panting heavily, and sat down on the grass with a blank expression, his head buried in his knees, and even his hair was written with indifference.

Sheng Cifan was at a loss: what's wrong?

Ai Yingying had recovered from the 800-meter nightmare, pulled the jacket from Sheng Cifan's hand, and flew towards Lu Xiuyang in a bouncing manner: "Mr. Lu, put it on quickly, don't catch a cold."

There was still the last curve and straight sprint distance left, Xie Fei's steps were sloppy, and his speed was comparable to that of an old man crossing the road with a cane.

It's impossible to pass the exam, so why not just break the can?

Thinking of this, Xie Fei slowed down his pace.

Suddenly, someone jerked his elbow, and Sheng Cifan jumped out without knowing when, and dragged Xie Fei forward.

Xie Fei was in a daze, gritted his teeth, and took quick and big steps.

As the breeze blew, the young man's broken hair was blown up, and the sun was stained on his body, shining brightly. He was born very dazzling.

Lu Xiuyang's eyes were glued to Sheng Cifan who was pulling the meat pier forward at a high speed. His eyes fell, as if someone had squeezed two lemons in front of him. frost flowers.

I don't know who took the lead to blow the whistle, and the playground was full of exclamations.

Omega roared sharply: "I want to wear Xie Fei with my soul."

Fat Dun'er grabbed the fat on his stomach: "Is there still time for me to abandon literature and focus on reason?"

Ai Yingying raised his arms and shouted: "Fatty rushes to the duck, Brother Sheng will take you flying!"

"..."

Lu Xiuyang wanted to sew up all his hissing and screaming mouths, the noise was annoying.

Ai Yingwen noticed that Lu Xiuyang turned around and left: "Mr. Lu, where are you going? Let's witness Fatty's achievements together."

With steady steps, Lu Xiuyang walked towards the water vending machine.

Ai Yingwen sensed the fleeting pheromone, cold and domineering, fleeting, vaguely familiar, and seemed to be nowhere to be found.

The physical education teacher was selectively blind, naked | naked | naked: "GOOD, last place, pass!!"

Sheng Cifan flipped through the roster to record the results: "Da Fei, keep up the good work."

"Give."

It is normal temperature mineral water.

Sheng Cifan took it, took a sip, and found that the water level of the bottle was below half the bottle, and complained displeasedly: "Damn, so picky? Can't you buy me a bottle too?"

The corner of Lu Xiuyang's mouth lifted slightly, he took the water, took another sip before screwing on the bottle cap, his tone was unhurried: "You don't like to drink water, it's a waste to buy too much."

"Chi~" Sheng Cifan has a bad habit, that is, he doesn't like to drink water. Except for a few cups of full sugar milk tea occasionally, he hardly touches water.

Lu Xiuyang didn't sweat much, and the coat he had taken off had been neatly put back on him, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and the zipper was pulled to the standard position on the chest.

"There is no point for running fast."

Sheng Cifan: ...