I also want to pull wool today

"Then I will reluctantly run a few laps with you."

"Old Comrade Bai, please cheer up and look at me, and see who I am looking at."

——Cheng'an School Games

Preparations for the afternoon games of the No. [-] Middle School Games are also underway, and the runway is covered by half of the hot sun and half of the trees.Not many people are willing to sit on the artificial lawn in the middle - it's too hot.

Chen Ran asked a classmate who was working as a staff member to take a good seat in advance, and the group sat down on a stepped blue iron track chair. It was right next to the track, and they could still see the race clearly.

"Kuan!" The box was placed up and some cool water spilled out.

Bai Cha and Gu Nian brought a box full of ice cubes, placed it on the third floor of the track chairs, and made a small turn to sit on the lower floor.Xiong Jin sat on the top with an umbrella and fixed the umbrella. The small umbrella of the head teacher's daughter could barely cover the five of them from direct sunlight.

Who doesn't want to watch the game in a refreshing way?

An ice cube box is added to the third layer of seats to cool off and increase weight.

Chen Ran carried a basket and poured out all the summer sweets.

The ice cubes began to melt, and some of them were soaked in the old ice. Baicha led the faucet to add some water.The fresh lemons from the shop opposite the school gate were green and yellowish, undulating in the water.

"Plop—" Soaked a few mini watermelons.He reached out and stirred the accumulated ice, letting it sink, the melon-green husk chasing his index finger and twirling.

Chen Ran opened a bag, and there were tomatoes in it, the kind of tomato dishes that are common in the kitchen.He heard Lin Zicheng yelling at them from the side of the runway: "Please! Pour the tomatoes!"

Lin Zicheng, tomato lover.

The red ones and the yellow ones went down with a few thuds, Xiong Jin looked at the box and felt familiar: "This, is Chen Ran's bookbox?"

"I don't care. After all, the books are all piled up on the table, and I haven't read a few of them."

Ji Yao: "The teacher in charge is going to be so angry when he hears this."

"Attention all students! Men's 1000m runners, please take your place on the track!" Fang Yuan was still the same big speaker, it seemed that he had put in a lot of effort: "Track No. 2, Lin Zicheng, Grade [-]."

Bai Cha watched the familiar figure walk to the track with the corresponding number on the same hands and feet.

The first year of high school is still in the growth stage, and the school uniform is loose. It should be that Lin is too thin. Even if the wind can't blow him away, it can still make him frown.

"I understand you're thin." Ji Yao peeled off a shredded orange and handed it to Ah Cha, looking at her figure on the runway, she was really puzzled: "But Cheng Zi usually eats so much, where does the fat go?"

Do not like to eat sweet, but fruit is not sweet to eat lonely?He took the orange, and the smell of the orange and the peel made him think of the orange peel for some reason, and he replied casually: "Probably because he is restless."

The fresh oranges are delicious.

"Prepare—" The referee held up a referee command gun, the orange meat was swallowed down the throat, and several students who were close to the gunshot stepped back covering their ears.

"boom!"

Bai Cha watched Brother Xiong in the morning, and knew what flying speed was, and watched Lin Zicheng in the afternoon, and knew what jumping speed was.

It was just a gust of wind blowing.

There was a faint smell of mint laundry detergent. As soon as he smelled it, he looked at the back and said, "Come on, he put too much laundry detergent."

At the beginning of the race, a group of accompanying runners flocked together to run around the inner circle. A few students ran past them, muttering:

"Which class is on the second runway? It's very beautiful!"

"It seems like class seven, but a friend of mine said that someone in their class failed to get WeChat at noon today."

"Flower of Gaoling?"

"Is this how the word is used! I don't know, forget it, handsome guys are always with beautiful women, his ideal type - I guess, it should be the kind of good sister who is a good student."

"No, why can't you play with handsome guys?"

"Current girl, baby! But yes, I think his friend looks better, he looks like a little prince!"

"Then you ask WeChat?"

"I dare not, Kangkang will do! My sister is beautiful alone hahahaha."

"Hey! Junior girl!" Xiong Jin sat on the top, lifted the small pink umbrella for the sunshade, smiled very brightly, and had the intention of making trouble: "Do you want the little prince to WeChat! We have it!"

"I rely on!"

The other party was taken aback, and there was another student behind the senior and senior sister—the little prince I mentioned just now.

"No, no, excuse me, excuse me—goodbye, senior sister!" The two little girls pulled and ran away.

"Huh? Do I eat people?" Xiong Jin was confused.

Chen Ran sighed: "You better save it, my good brother!"

"Ah Cha, don't worry!"

"Huh? Don't, don't cue me, I don't have any feelings."

Excellent beautiful sister?Ah Cha was puzzled. Ah Cha looked up and saw Song Beibei who was sitting on the radio station.

Is that so?No wonder he keeps looking back in the classroom, that's how it is.

Xiong Jin looked at Bai Cha with an enlightened look on his face, she turned to Chen Ran and asked in a low voice, "What is Ah Cha thinking?"

"I don't know? Our hint is not obvious enough?"

"Mom, are you all sitting still?" As one of the staff, Keqin had to run all over the field. The crowd saw these five people sitting on the track chairs. They sat firmly and didn't move much.

Chen Ran turned his head and propped his face lazily: "Cheng Zi knows it well, Ah Cha is here, what are you afraid of? When he finishes running around, we will still be in place." He casually picked up a tomato in the water and threw it away. it goes up.

The tomato leaves hadn't been picked yet, turned over in the air and fell back into his hands.

Lin Zicheng also ran fast in the early stage, and now he has already passed in front of several people—running into the second lap.

Chen Ran immediately turned around, picked up the borrowed horn and shouted at his back: "Cheng Zi! Did you suddenly look back and feel touched by the brothers waiting for you!!"

"No! The next one—" Classmate Lin was far ahead of the one behind, panting and insisting on answering him.

Xiong Jin: "Tsk! My younger brother is running a race, don't harass him!"

Keqin: "? You are so magical."

"Come back when you get tired later, let's cut melons together after Cheng Zi runs." Ji Yao handed her an orange.

"Good."

The support of each class in the school sports meeting is really hardcore, and there are small gongs and snare drums. It can be regarded as a 4D surround experience, from far to near.

Class flags of different colors ran around the field, and the flags were blowing in the wind.

What can you do under the hustle and bustle?Baicha took a bite of the lemon.

"Tsk." This citric acid.

Hearing that the sound of the drum was approaching, the sound of the noise was also approaching.How many laps is it?It's been a while too.

Lin Zicheng ran past him and said softly, "Old Bai, I can't hold on anymore."

He said so, but he still ran away.

Baicha was rarely in a daze, turned over and ran down the grass while biting a lemon.

"Oh! Ah Cha! Damn! Where are you going!" Chen Ran just took a bite of the orange.

He waved: "The last car laps, I think he is pitiful."

Then reluctantly run with him.

"Hey! OK, wait for us!",

Lin Zicheng was actually not very tired, active and energetic, he just ran up to him and said a word, feeling that he had the right to be tired, and pretended to be pitiful once.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that Bai Cha had synchronized his journey with him.

Hey, my lamb can be regarded as running with me.

"Will Lao Bai hit me at the finish line?" He will, he will.

"I'm running fast, and Lao Bai is running fast with me? That's not good, how tired I am." Thinking this way, he continued to adjust his pace and planned to slow down. Anyway, he was leading.

The sheep didn't know what the husky was thinking, he saw that Lin Zicheng had slowed down, and his face turned pale.

He shouted beside him, "Lin Zicheng?"

No voice responded to him.

Lin Zicheng's mind was full of: "Is Lao Bai tired? Then I can run more slowly?" He squinted his eyes and looked forward, um... not far from the finish line, there is only half a circle left.

It doesn't matter if you don't look, he squinted his eyes and really confused Bai Cha: "Is he tired? That won't work, it's almost the end!"

What can be done to cheer up the boys in the competition?

Pull the girl he might like to see him?Yes, it will definitely work!

The two had different thoughts, and their self-righteous abacus was tinkling.Lin Zicheng made up his mind to run slowly, and stabilized his mind about the number one position.But Baicha ran away and went straight to the radio station.

Alarm bells ringing in Lin's heart - "What? Where are you going? Didn't you cheer for me?"

He said with a question mark face: "Old Bai——"

It's time for no one to answer him, it's a good reincarnation.

Chen Ran and his party followed behind: "Acha, where are you going!"

"Look for rescuers!"

--Broadcasting station

"Beibei! Please read this manuscript!"

Song Beibei accepted the manuscript in response, and pressed the switch with the microphone.Suddenly the table was pushed hard, and when she looked up, it was her deskmate who came: "It's okay, I'm with—eh? Ah Cha!"

He pulled her and ran, the microphone was on, and the wind could be heard in the audience.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Save people!" His tone was really upright and firm.

"what?"

Song Beibei was dragged here by him, but Lin Zicheng was still running slowly.

Bai Cha was so angry that he wanted to rush up and throw classmate Lin over his shoulder: "God, hurry up, there's only a little bit left to reach the finish line."

Classmate Lin on the runway was stupefied.

The classmates around them saw it ignorantly.

"Ah, I'm so pissed off, Song Beibei was dragged here by me, do you hear me, can you be more excited? Hurry up!" Bai Cha shook Song Beibei's hand.

Classmate Lin was very confused. Although he also quickened his pace, he still had to ask: "Cough—Comrade Bai—I'm running, what's the matter with Guan Beibei?"

Day by day, why is the pace of the story so fast?What is this all about?

Song Beibei was the first to wake up. She was fluttering in the wind with a microphone: "Oh my God, what are you pulling me here for?"

Innocent, she still held the microphone used to read the manuscript in her hand.

The smart girl glanced at the bewildered Lin Zicheng, and then at her bewildered and impulsive tablemate.

oh?I see.

It is true that silence is golden.

But obviously this situation seems to be a bit of a misunderstanding.

She immediately turned serious, let go of the hands of her deskmate, and stood on the side of the runway without blushing and not jumping into the microphone: "The following is an on-site contribution from Baicha, a classmate of Grade [-], and he said——God, let Lin Zicheng run faster .The broadcast is over."

Sure enough, Song Beibei was Song Beibei, the extraordinary kind, and this outstanding girl knew it at a glance.

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Try to update daily from today, harm, I can.Begging for a wave of collection, it doesn't move and I panic (staring fiercely)