Little crying bag sticks to the dead enemy

If there is one, there will be two. Many students on the playground ran happily in the rain.

The rain was pouring, but the students were enthusiastic. It was rare for someone to accompany them in the rain and go crazy together. The bean sprouts in their hearts that were looking forward to breaking the ground couldn't help but burrowed out.

The teachers originally wanted to terminate the activity, but they couldn't help but sigh with emotion when they saw the scene in front of them, so they let them go.

Qiao Fan stood guard at the terminal, his heart pounding, and in the hazy rain, he felt that he was a warrior welcoming the triumphant return of the king.

He opened his hands, without any doubt as to who would be the first to reach the finish line.

Yu Jingyu saw Qiao Fan standing at the finish line from afar, he rushed straight to hug him, and led him back two steps.

Then she turned her head and kissed Qiao Fan's exposed neck concealedly.

Qiao Fan was so excited that he put his arms around Yu Jingyu's waist and jumped up, "Jingyu, you are amazing! You are amazing!!"

Yu Jingyu's eyes were full of smiles, and on the playground where people were coming and going, he couldn't help but rub the tip of his nose against the reddened nose of the other party, to be intimate with him and share the joy.

In the end, the literary and art committee was considerate, brought two towels and two umbrellas, and asked them to go back and take a hot bath and change their clothes.

Yu Jingyu looked at Qiao Fan belatedly, and sure enough, the vest that he was wearing underneath was also exposed after being soaked by rain.

Yu Jingyu put a towel on Qiao Fan's shoulders to cover him up, put his arms around Qiao Fan's shoulders, and went back to the dormitory with an umbrella.

Because of the rain, the next basketball game and tug-of-war were moved indoors.

When Yu Jingyu was in the dormitory, he took a glass of water for Qiao Fan with a thermos for him to hold.

At this time, Qiao Fan's hair was half wet, and he had just taken a hot bath. He was nestling in a chair with a thermos cup in his hands, his face was flushed, and he looked furry, as if he was glowing.

Several people noticed these two people, and some of the girls quietly leaned here.

Yu Jingyu leaned on the back of the chair, tilting his head slightly to listen to Qiao Fan's speech, the two seemed very close.

The game on the basketball court was very exciting, but it was a pity that the two people on the court didn't pay attention at all. Occasionally, amidst the burst of applause, they looked up and then bowed their heads and got together to talk in a low voice.

In the end, Qiao Fan fell asleep directly on Yu Jingyu's shoulder.

After the competition, the rankings were announced. After counting the scores, the No. 1 class was indeed No. 3, and the No. [-] class was No. [-] in the second class.

However, unexpectedly, there were two new records in this sports meeting. This person is Yu Jingyu. He not only ranked first in the 5000-meter long-distance race, but also broke the school's record and the city's record!

If you break the record once, you can add 10 points, and if you break the record twice, you can win an extra 20 points for the second class, allowing the second class, who is 18 points behind the seventh class, to counterattack and reach No.1 in an instant!

The students in the second class were all overjoyed now, it was nothing short of unexpected joy.

The Class [-] students who had always been sure to win were dumbfounded, and looked at them with a "lying" face, especially the long-legged one who lost to Yu Jingyu, his face turned green.

No. 1 middle school is very real. In addition to certificates, the prizes are directly bonuses. No.1000 class is 2700 yuan, No.3500 yuan, and No.200 yuan. Distribute prizes such as towels and stationery as encouragement.

The students in the second class who had a huge sum of 1000 yuan naturally danced for a while.

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and today the school will be on holiday after the closing ceremony.

Qiao Fan followed Yu Jingyu, not knowing how to ask, "Am I going to your house?"

Yu Jingyu had already seen through this guy's petty thoughts, so he didn't take the initiative to ask the bad-hearted, enjoying the feeling of the little sticky bag sticking to him.

When the teacher was talking to Yu Jingyu, Qiao Fan gestured for him to go to the bathroom.

After running out of water and washing his hands, Qiao Fan turned around and bumped into a boy head-on, his mind was sore.

"Hmm!" Qiao Fan covered his nose, his eyes turned red instantly.

It hurts.

"Sorry, did it hurt you?"

The other party reached out to help Qiao Fan, and as soon as his hot palm touched Qiao Fan's skin, Qiao Fan subconsciously avoided, "You let me slowly..."

The other party looked at the teardrops hanging on Qiao Fan's eyelashes, and said, "I'm Fang Zhanyi from Class One, Class One, Senior One. Can I have a contact information? If you feel uncomfortable, you can come to me, and I will take care of it." .”

Qiao Fan looked up at him, and what he saw was a slightly curly hair that had grown enough to hang over his ears, and a smile in his slanted eyes, he was a very handsome boy.

Qiao Fan sniffed: "No need."

Fang Zhuyi: "But you cried."

Qiao Fan frowned, "I'm just more afraid of pain, it'll be fine once the pain passes."

Someone shouted from the other side of the corridor: "Brother Yi!"

Fang Zhuyi glanced back at his classmates, and said to Qiao Fan, "Okay, then I'll go first."

Qiao Fan nodded. When he returned to the classroom, the teacher had already left. Yu Jingyu was standing at the door of the classroom and was playing with his mobile phone. When he saw Qiao Fan coming in, he frowned, "Why are you crying?"

"Huh?" Qiao Fan said, "I didn't cry."

"Lie." Yu Jingyu reached out to catch the teardrops hanging from Qiao Fan's eyelashes, "What is this?"

Qiao Fan: "It's physiological. I just bumped into someone when I went to the bathroom."

Seeing that the tip of his nose was red, Yu Jingyu asked, "Bumped your nose?"

Qiao Fan nodded: "Yes."

Yu Jingyu said: "Go to my house? Last time I promised you to teach you how to play the piano, and this holiday just happens to teach you."

Qiao Fan's eyes lit up, "Okay!"

As a result, as soon as the two walked out of the school gate, they saw a black extended commercial vehicle parked at the school gate, surrounded by students who turned around every three steps.

A man in a suit and leather shoes got out of the car, with his hair combed back, and looked at the school in a distant manner, which immediately caused countless girls to scream.

Yu Jingyu frowned slightly, but Qiao Fan who was beside him showed joy when he saw the man, "Brother?!"

Qiao Fan ran over excitedly, smiling very brightly, "Brother, are you here to see me? When did you arrive, why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Qiao Chen looked at his younger brother, looked him up and down with a pair of deep eyes, and was relieved to find that he took good care of him.

Qiao Chen raised his hand and rubbed his brother's soft hair, "I just arrived, I'm here to pick you up."

Qiao Fan's smile froze, "I'm not going back..."

Qiao Chen narrowed his eyes slightly: "What did you say?"

Qiao Fan suddenly lacked confidence, "I don't know how to face them..."

Qiao Chen: "Don't be petty, you've been out for half a year, don't you go home for the reunion festival?"

Qiao Fan knew he was wrong, he was actually homesick, and wanted to spend the holidays with his parents and brother, but...

Qiao Fan turned his head and looked at Yu Jingyu behind him.

Yu Jingyu stretched out his hand to straighten Qiao Fan's messy hair, "It's okay, you and your brother go back for the holiday, and we'll see you in three days."

Qiao Chen looked at the actions of the boy in front of him, and his brother's well-behaved appearance, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and he glanced at the driver beside him.

The driver understood, stepped forward to take Qiao Fan's schoolbag and put it in the car.

Qiao Fan was still a little reluctant. The driver looked at the boss's face and said, "Master, if you don't leave, you won't be able to catch the flight."

Qiao Fan stepped back into the car and got into the car. When he was done, he leaned on the window and shouted, "Keep in touch with Jing Yu!"

It's like a pair of mandarin ducks that were cruelly separated by their family members.

When the person was out of sight, he picked up the phone and sent messages with "ding dong" and "ding dong".

Sitting beside him was Qiao Chen: his nose was going to be crooked from anger.

Fortunately, the younger brother thought of his elder brother after a while, and started to babble beside his elder brother, talking about trivial matters.

As always, my brother doesn't talk much, and he hums from time to time to show that he is listening.

After the business car left, the students discussed in low voices as they walked, "Wow, that's the transfer student who started school with the luxury car on the post, right?"

"It's him, it's him, and the little fairy who danced at the opening ceremony is also him!"

The other party was shocked: "Really?! Oh my god, he looks so cute. Is that guy in the black suit his boyfriend? It's the gentlemanly scum!"

"It should be his brother, I just heard him called brother."

"Wow! I'm so envious! The good looks of the family!"

The boy at the side glanced at the group of girls, and said twice, "This guy is really good at pretending. He drove a supercar to school to show off last year, and he is doing the same thing again this year."

Another person echoed: "As if someone doesn't have a luxury car at home, who is showing off like him?"

"Brother Yi, I heard that this person is also from Jingshui City, do you know him?"

Fang Zhuyi glanced at him, "Do you know that there are only eight commercial vehicles in the world, and you can't buy them even if you have money?"

The man was taken aback.

A silver luxury car was parked next to Fang Zhengyi, and the driver in a suit and leather shoes got out of the car and opened the door for him.

Fang Zhengyi got into the car, he tied a lock of hair behind his ear, and waved to their classmates, "Shut up your false opinion."

"Receive false opinion!" The students hurriedly waved their hands, as if the embarrassment just now had never existed.

In the car, the driver took a careful look at his young master's expression and said, "Young master seems to be in a good mood."

Fang Zhuyi took out the camera and looked at the things he had taken in the past few days, and smiled when he heard this, "Well, a very interesting thing happened."