lame brain

The afternoon of the first day was basically the preliminaries for the sprint and long-distance race. The three grades came one by one, and the cheers from the stands could be heard from far away.

The broadcast said that contestant No. 150811 please go to track one.

The slightly smaller one in the middle of the two grandstands is the rostrum. Unlike the grandstand, which is open-air, the wind and rain can make you feel ecstasy. The rostrum is covered by a roof, and the radio station is placed underneath. There is a long platform with three microphones connected to wires. Of course, there are also three chairs in front of the microphones. The backbones of the three broadcasting stations are sitting there, broadcasting some broadcasts of the sports meeting.

In order to encourage all classes in the school to actively submit manuscripts, the school stipulates that a piece of refueling manuscript is counted as 0.1 points, and the publicity committee members of many classes almost smashed to death on this 0.1 point.

"Jia Jia, how many manuscripts do you have?" The publicity committee member of Class [-], Senior Two took a pen and wrote desperately on the notebook on her lap, without raising her head, she asked the companion next to her.

"Ah?" Jiajia with two ponytails counted the papers pressed by a math homework book, "Ten! Go to the radio station? Hey, I just ate half of the ice cream in my hand... "

"You still eat it in such a strong wind, and you're not afraid of the packaging floating in your mouth." Lu Fang, the sister of the publicity committee, took the time to glare at her unreliable companion, "Go, see my mother is so busy now, how can I be so leisurely lying on the stairs? Go to the rostrum to submit the manuscript!"

The two exchanged glances, and they seemed to be turning against each other. Suddenly, they both heard a familiar male voice coming from the side.

"I'll hand it in. I just happen to be going to the rostrum."

The hearts of both of them jumped. When they looked up, the tall figure of the handsome male god was standing between them. Although there was no movement on their faces, it was not something she could bear just being under the gaze of those gentle eyes. .

Jiajia tremblingly handed over a stack of painstaking manuscripts, and it was Lu Fang who thanked him when he took them away.

"Need not."

It wasn't until the figure of the male god disappeared from their sight that they realized it.

"It's all your little hoof that caused Pooh to read our joke!"

"Hey, how can this be blamed on me..."

……

The two girls who are both Pooh fans were quarreling, and after a while they hugged together, and they were infatuated for a long time.

At this time, Fang Weiming had no idea of ​​the impact of his actions just now. He was climbing the narrow stairs leading to the rostrum. In the blind spot of most people's sight, he took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket, Calmly caught in the superimposed oil manuscript.

Anyone who has seen the well-hidden diary in his study will be able to recognize the paper torn from his diary at a glance.

On it was written his cheering phrase for someone who was about to run 50 meters.

Yes, this is his ultimate goal.

"President, come to inspect?" A boy sitting on the radio station closest to him joked.

"Come here to deliver the manuscript for our class." Fang Weiming put the manuscript on a pile of papers on their table, pressed it with a water cup, then flicked his sleeves, and left without taking a cloud. The other two girls asked to read the cheering script he sent first, and as expected, not long after, the whole school heard the literary and funny writing on the radio.

Fang Nanshen said that if the style changes a little and the handwriting changes a little, it will not make people suspicious, although in fact he thinks that no one will doubt this.

Fang Weiming, who was doing these things, did not blush and his heart beat. He listened to the radio script he wrote at his desk last night. He did not have the slightest shame of being a brainless anonymous crush. After all, he did not do it once or twice. , he has become accustomed to it.

Standing on the field, Jiang Yeqing moved his hands and feet, and heard several broadcast scripts cheering him on. The boy next to him looked back at him, "Hey, Boss Jiang, I didn't expect it, it's still quite popular. Which of your little fans wrote it!"

Jiang Yeqing smiled, and couldn't help but show off the muscles on his hands, "That's right, many girls have a crush on brother, but they are too inferior to dare to confess!"

The boy: "..."

He couldn't laugh or cry, "Just kidding, how can a soft girl dare to fall in love with you secretly, she would have been scared to tears by your bad face."

Jiang Yeqing: ...

If it wasn't about to fire a gun, he would definitely rush up and kick this kid until he fell to his ass and squatted, and see how poor he is!

The school's sports meeting still failed to escape the curse of the past years. The weather was not good. It rained all day the next day, so the school had to change the venue to the gymnasium. If you are waiting, you can finish the indoor projects first. Although the indoors do not need to be exposed to the wind and rain, there are many places for the indoor stands, but there are basically a large layer of dust, and it takes a long time to wipe them. It can even wipe off an entire full napkin.

The athletes who are going to compete are on the bottom floor, the stands above are full of people, and there are a few students standing sporadically on the surrounding railings with access cards around their necks, there are men and women, most of them are holding cameras in their hands. Recording the heroic posture of athletes.

Among this group of people, there is a pair of men and women who are very prominent. They have the feeling of "they are taking pictures at the railings, and the viewers are watching them upstairs. The bright moon decorates the windows, and they decorate other people's dreams".

However, the reality is not what most people think.

Guan Yanqing looked at Fang Weiming who was concentrating on taking pictures, and couldn't bear to say, "...Pooh, you can't just take pictures of him! Isn't it all about a nose and a mouth? You should be bored after so long, right?" Looking at his appearance, she always felt that if his face and body were replaced, it would be a textbook version of STK idiot's standard equipment.

Fang Weiming didn't have the slightest awareness to refresh his friend's three views. Although he couldn't see it from the outside, he was actually devoting himself to the rectangular screen of the camera now.

Guan Yanqing was jumping on the side, but he still calmly finished filming the whole process, turned off the power of the camera, and took another spare one from Guan Yanqing's neck to continue filming.

I am very satisfied holding my baby camera and thinking, I have taken a lot of good shots this time, and I can find time to wash them out.

Compared with last year, the harvest is quite good.

The two walls at the entrance of the gymnasium posted the bonus points of each class in the first and second grades in the past three days. The third group only participated in long and short distances, soy sauce, and no scores were announced.The school has always attached great importance to the group events of the sports meeting, so it is divided into three times. For example, the long rope, for example, ten people and eleven legs, and for example, today's four times one hundred relay.

The weather on the third day was still not optimistic. Although it was overcast in the morning, it still held back the rain, and I only hoped that it could hold back in the afternoon. It would be better if the few remaining projects were finished.

However, the four times one hundred relay is the last item.

Jiang Yeqing felt bad looking at this day, plus it was the third day, and the management was looser, a small number of people saw the bad weather and were afraid of sudden heavy rain, so they sneaked back to the classroom to play , There are not many people who still insist on staying on the playground to blow the cold wind.

Fang Weiming, who Jiang Yeqing had changed into sportswear, stood on his corner of the runway, always feeling stuck in his heart that if the wind was any stronger, it would definitely blow this person away, several times I couldn't help but want to go over and tell him to find someone to replace him.

In fact, he also passed by like this, and was blocked back by someone saying "it's all right".

With a dark face, he scolded himself for eating salty radishes and not worrying about it. If he wants to be brave, let him do it. It's none of his business.

House seemingly endless rain.

Those who hoped that they would not come would always come, and when the second stick was moved, the rain was so immortal that there was no sign of it, and it fell all over the body.

When Fang Weiming, who was in third place, gave him the baton in the hazy rain and fog, Jiang Yeqing still had time to say to him, "Go and hide from the rain!"

When he turned around in a trance, he seemed to see the person who sent the baton across thousands of mountains and rivers to show him a satisfied smile. Jiang Yeqing still remembered his smile after a long time, although he always took that It was the illusion that I was drenched in the rain, and somehow it was engraved in my memory, and it couldn't be washed away by the claws of time.

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……

The moment I handed over the baton to him, I seemed to hand over to him everything I had accumulated over the years.

At that moment, it felt like she was about to shed tears in front of him.

I don't know, maybe it was mixed in the rain.

……

After chasing his back for too long, I have felt exhausted, and this exhaustion has deepened with the passage of time and my growing fantasies.

When will you be able to look back at me?

Ah Qing?

***

Sports meeting is definitely what I fear most, not one of them.

The Propaganda Committee's manuscripts were written in a dark and dark way, and the head teacher always liked to watch and supervise...