My old enemy from my previous life shared a bedroom with me

Qin Yuan turned his head and looked at the sprint field in the distance.

The crowd was crowded, and there was a faint sense of excitement over there, as if there were still people cheering.

He grabbed his phone and looked at the QQ group of his class. Sure enough, there was already a live broadcast of the frontline cheerleaders.

"Come out, come out, Zhou Huayu from our class has entered the final!"

"The physical education teacher's grades are not allowed to be checked for the time being, but I heard that the beast in Class 6 is still number one."

"That's for sure, sports students, they are doing professional training."

Qin Yuan stared at the QQ group, and suddenly typed a line: "Who knows how Ruan Qingmu's grades are in class 9?"

The group was silent for a while: "I don't know, he and Zhou Huayu of our class are not in the same preliminaries group. But does the boss want to know? Let's go find out!"

After a while, someone suddenly posted a line of words in surprise: "!! He really got in, I don't know the exact result, but... what the hell is it that they are the first in their group?"

There was silence in the group of Class 1, and Fu Songhua's avatar jumped out: "Hahahaha, how weak is their group?"

"Yes, good luck in the lottery, is this?"

Qin Yuan looked at it indifferently, and typed up: "Entering the final is based on personal results, not the first place in each group."

The class group was stuck, and Fu Songhua sent a confused expression: "Forget it, let him go, I have to go to the long jump, and those who have no events are welcome to come and see! 88~~~~"

By the sandpit on the side of the standing long jump, the physical education teacher is calling: "Come on, a few teams who have entered the finals, come to me to report and sign, and I will take a roll. No. 2204 Guo Yuanfan?"

"To!"

"2101 Fu Songhua?"

Fu Songhua quickly stuffed the mobile phone to the classmates around him, and shouted loudly: "Here!"

The physical education teacher drew a tick with a brush, and then called: "2911, Fang Li?"

Behind the crowd, a faint voice sounded: "Here."

Fu Songhua was shocked, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Fang Li who showed his head behind the crowd: "Who??"

Fang Li was wearing a light blue sports vest and shorts, his usually tightly wrapped arms and thighs were exposed for the first time, with slender and smooth lines and straight legs.

He pursed his lips, looked at his feet with a pair of amber eyes, and didn't dare to look at the boys around him.

He didn't look at Fu Songhua either, and walked quickly to the physical education teacher.

The second monk Fu Songhuazhang couldn't figure it out, stepped forward a few steps, and stood beside him, his voice changed: "You, why are you here?"

Fang Li finally raised his head: "Yeah, I signed up for the long jump. I was in another group just now and made it to the final. What's wrong?"

Fu Songhua stared blankly at him, and was about to speak, when the referee teacher had already clapped his hands: "Okay, let's assemble, the competition will start, each person has three chances, record the best score, and take the top six, is it all right?"

"No problem!" A dozen or so boys shouted vigorously, all stretching and preparing for it.

"Okay, the first contestant is ready, 2204 is taking off for the first time, and 2101 is ready."

Fu Songhua couldn't care less about Fang Li, and hurried to the jumping area, looking around anxiously.

"Sports Committee, come on!" Several boys and girls from Class 1 waved at him again and again, their voices were loud, making him even more irritable.

Damn it, why are the people in class 9 so bad, they just let the people in their own class to fend for themselves, and no one came to watch Fang Li's game?

"Da Liu, have you seen the people from Class 9?" He whispered to the boys who followed him.

That boy was the one he sent out to inquire about the news: "I was about to tell you, the sports committee! I looked around, and their class is really weird, like a mess of sand!"

The boy beamed with joy: "There is no one to cheer for any project. Poor, I just run my own. After the run, it will be fine if someone can pass the saliva!"

"Fuck! So miserable?" Fu Songhua cursed casually, it seems that it is really not a discrimination, it is a virtue.

That kid Ruan Qingmu is really unreliable!

His cry came from ahead, he was standing by the bunker, when he looked up, he saw Fang Li looking at him without blinking.

Fu Songhua grinned, smiled at Fang Li, and took a deep breath.

Separate your legs slightly, bend your knees slightly, swing your arms vigorously, quickly kick the ground with the soles of your feet, and take off!

The fine sand flew up, bringing up a yellow mist of sand, his vigorous body drew a beautiful slash in the air, and landed steadily.

The referee teacher quickly measured the result and smiled: "Not bad, the first one to pass 3 meters today, 3.02 meters!"

"Oh, old Fu is awesome, Class 1 is awesome!" The cheerleaders in their class howled immediately, and some girls waved small flags.

Fu Songhua spat out the few grains of sand splashed in his mouth with a smile, and looked up to find Fang Li, but he didn't see it.

Turning his head again, the thin figure stood still beside the preparation area of ​​the bunker.

Not many people looked at him, Fu Songhua was still surrounded by Class 1 students, it was very lively, and some people politely peeled off the chocolate wrapping and handed it to Fu Songhua: "Old Fu, hurry up!"

Following the referee teacher's order, Fang Li suddenly lifted his feet off the ground and jumped up in the breeze.

His movements were not large, but extremely coordinated. In Fu Songhua's sight, he soared into the sky like a dexterous swift.

Then it fell lightly, bringing up a burst of dust and sand. ...

The referee teacher bent down and took a measurement. A surprised voice came from the side of the bunker: "Oh, this classmate is not bad. This height jumps so far? 2.92 meters!"

Fu Songhua was holding a piece of chocolate and stuffing it into his mouth, almost choking on it.

Standing long jump requires the coordination and strong muscles of the lower limbs and the hip muscles, as well as the coordination with the upper limbs, not to mention the dexterity. Fang Li's height must be less than 175. What is the distance between take-off and landing?

He is only ten centimeters shorter than him, but he is very good at sports, isn't he?

Fuck, I never thought Fang Li was so muscular and flexible? !

The students who were watching the battle finally came to their senses, and someone whispered, "Isn't this Fang Li from Class 9, the one who usually loves you?"

A girl answered in a low voice: "Where is the cowardice, why didn't I find him so handsome before. He looks so handsome in the air!"

"Hey, don't you think, he dances very easily, not at all gnashing his teeth like others."

"That's right!" The girl in another class laughed and said, "I just took a picture, wait for me to send a comparison picture to the grade group."

Usually the school prohibits public use of mobile phones, and during the sports meeting, there are a few times when it is allowed. Almost every student has a mobile phone, taking pictures and chatting openly.

Fu Songhua listened with pricked ears, quickly took his mobile phone, glanced at the grade group quickly, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You beauty, do you have a grudge against me?"

The one above is Fang Li, jumping lightly in mid-air, his delicate face is facing the sun, sure enough, he has not deformed at all due to exertion, but because of the momentary exertion, he looks more heroic than usual, with a beautiful posture.

The next one is his comparison, which is more fucking eye-catching.

At the moment when he took off, the muscles on his handsome face were twisted and ferocious, and his white teeth were bared, as if he wanted to eat people.

That girl is not in their class. Seeing him, a boy from a foreign class who overwhelms her class, is not pleasing to the eye no matter how handsome she is, and she smiles like a schadenfreude: "I don't have a PS, it's all straight out of high-definition." ,Thanks."

Fu Songhua turned his head and grabbed the boy next to him in grief and anger: "Where are the agreed photos?! Our soldiers in front are bleeding and sweating, and your logistics can't even keep up with Zhang Shuaitu, and let people in other classes discredit my heroic appearance! ?”

While talking, he clicked on the photo of Fang Li and saved it, then grabbed a bag of snacks and ran to Fang Li's side.

"Here." He grinned with snow-white teeth, carefully peeled off the chocolate and yogurt box, and handed it over, "Replenish your energy, and you can jump farther later!"

Fang Li was moving his ankles silently by himself, looking at the things handed to him, but not taking them.

"No need," he whispered.

Fu Songhua was embarrassed, his hands froze in the air, and after a long while he muttered sadly: "Then you go hard."

Fang Li looked at his disappointed face, and explained hesitantly, "I'm too full, and I feel uncomfortable when I exercise."

"Oh, that makes sense." Fu Songhua suddenly realized, "You have a small appetite, like a cat. Then eat after you dance, and I'll keep it for you."

On the other side, the boys from Class 1 yelled loudly: "Sports Committee, stand by the sandpit and pose, and I'll take a picture of Zhang Shuai swiping the screen for you!"

Fu Songhua suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled Fang Li, turned to his classmates and called, "Come on, take a group photo of us!"

"Crack", the photo is complete, and the smile freezes.

The morning sun gradually rose into the sky and became more dazzling.

Under the bright sun, a cool breeze blows over the boys' flying black hair and their sweaty cheeks.

Wanton and warm, passionate and gentle. ...

At the logistics point of class 1, Qin Yuan held the score sheet and told the publicity committee member: "As soon as Fu Songhua's final score comes out, fill in the ranking and send it to the broadcasting station immediately."

The publicity committee member of their class is a quiet girl, nodding repeatedly: "Yeah, it's already written, this is the first project to get results today, we must win it!"

Qin Yuan nodded and looked down at his wrist.

Although there are several watches at home that his father bought for him, which are expensive and suitable for boys of his age, he almost never wears them.

There was a sports meeting today, and there were many occasions to check the time, so he touched a sports-style limited-edition electronic watch and put it on.

The dial on the wrist had already pointed to 100:[-], and the announcement sounded again: "The finalists of the men's [-]-meter sprint in the second group of high school, please report immediately, thank you!"

Qin Yuan stood up suddenly: "You guys watch here, I'll go for a while, and I'll be right back."

The boy next to him nodded quickly: "Oh, boss, you have to go to see the old Fu in person. I guess you ran over there, and the results have already come out. It was just said in the group that he has danced for the third time, and the results are 3.09 meters, definitely the first!"

Qin Yuan didn't say a word, he stretched his long legs, and ran towards the other side of the playground, running faster and faster!

"Hey? Where is our boss going? Old Fu's long jump is in the south!" Another boy asked suspiciously.

"Tch, Boss Wenya, go pee, I'm sorry to say it directly. Can't you see that Boss is in a hurry? Run so fast!"

……

The 100 meters has always been the most eye-catching event in track and field. It is intense and beautiful. The sports student in Class 6 of the second year of high school practiced sprinting. Last year, the 100-meter time in the first year of high school surpassed the No. 10.5 seconds of the second group.

At the end of the runway, the cheerleaders from Class 6 had already stood there early, shouting in unison: "Lin Hua Lin Hua is the best, stepping on the whole grade of the second year of high school! All, year, grade!"

On the sidelines of the arena, the 8 high school sophomore boys who entered the finals had all stood on the track, flexing their ankles, stretching their legs, bouncing around, and there was a lot of excitement.

A total of nine referee teachers came, one was in charge of the starting gun, and the eight were in charge of clock pinching for the eight tracks.Next to each student, there is another student who assists in pinching the watch, and the final average score is calculated.

No way, the 100-meter score is too easily affected by timing errors. The time is short and the speed is fast. If the difference is less than a few tenths of a second, it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. There have been several timing disputes in the past, and now it is getting stricter.

Bai Jing hugged Ruan Qingmu's clothes, and glanced at the people in Class 6 sullenly: "Cut, what's the air?"

Ruan Qingmu was lazily stretching on the ground, her slender legs were pressed down left and right, the position was extremely low, Bai Jing looked at it, suddenly a little suspicious: "Sports Committee, you do splits really well?"

Before Ruan Qingmu answered, Tang Tiantian next to him suddenly screamed softly, his voice trembling: "Ahh! Fang Li, Fang Li won the third place in the standing long jump!!"

Ruan Qingmu suddenly raised her head and looked at her in amazement: "Really?"

Tang Tiantian was directly eliminated in the women's 100 meters just now, and has been paying attention to the news in various groups: "Look, there is news from the bunker, and there are junior high school girls who are asking who he is!"

Ruan Qingmu glanced intently, then raised her head suddenly: "Find his publicity draft, hurry up!"

Tang Tiantian was taken aback: "What, what? You also wrote about him?"

Before the game, Niu Xiaoqing groaned and choked up a bunch of manuscripts, and just after showing them to the sports committee, Ruan Qingmu rejected them all without politeness, and rushed out more than a dozen promotional manuscripts in one night. They are all empty, saying that if anyone wins the prize, they will fill it up and send it to the radio station immediately, but, no matter what, it is not up to Fang Li's long jump!

Ruan Qingmu waved her hand: "Don't waste time, go!"

Tang Tiantian hurriedly responded, and ran to the women's shot field next door: "Niu Xiaoqing, Niu Xiaoqing! Our class's manuscript..."

Bai Jing stared at Ruan Qingmu dumbfounded: "Sports Committee, you wrote Fang Li in advance? Are you a prophet?"

Ruan Qingmu herself felt a little unbelievable: "I just wrote an article on a whim, this..."

This is really magical!

Suddenly, a voice sounded from the side, rough and sarcastic: "Oh, isn't this the little boy who squeezed out Liu Jun by flattering his beard?"

Ruan Qingmu turned her head slowly, looked at the tall and strong dark boy, and said nothing.

He turned to look at Bai Jing: "There was a silly bird calling just now, did you hear that?"

Bai Jing hurriedly answered in a serious manner: "No, I don't understand the birdsong."

That boy was Lin Hua from Class 6: "Stop pretending, the one from Class 9 is talking about you!"

Ruan Qingmu sighed, and squinted at him: "What's your relationship with Liu Jun?"

Lin Hua slapped her chest violently: "Old Liu is my buddy, we play together, he told me a long time ago, bah, your tricks are disgusting!"

Ruan Qingmu was not angry either, with the most irritating contempt on her porcelain white and delicate face, she looked at him with a smile: "Oh, birds of a feather flock together."

Lin Hua was furious: "What did you say?"

The athletes and cheerleaders from all classes around stopped laughing and stretched their necks to look at them.

What's going on, the sprint champion of class 6 and the new sports committee of class 9 fought before the game?

But if I remember correctly, wasn't that Ruan Qingmu still limping a while ago, he was often seen walking slowly on crutches on campus?

"I said you and him are the same kind. Don't you understand?" Ruan Qingmu expanded her chest, slowly, with a clear voice, "The gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters... Which one do you like?"