After sitting at the same table with the mean school

The men's 3000 meters has always been the finale of the Games.Before this competition, Class One ranked 13th in terms of points in the sports meeting, surpassing two practical classes, three theoretical classes, and two ordinary classes, and ranked first in the experimental class.

Seeing this result, everyone was flattered and told Wu Zhe, who was about to participate in the last project, "God Zhe! It's up to you! Our class's hope of getting into the top 10 of the grade rests on you!"

Wu Zhe smirked, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, is there any benefit if you run into the top ten?"

Liu Lu, the representative of the physical education class, said solemnly: "That will be a brilliant stroke on your resume."

Wu Zhe: "..."

He wore a short-sleeved sports T-shirt, took off his long-sleeved school uniform, and jumped off the stands while leaning on the railing: "Then I'm going!"

The wind lifted her hair, and her back was rustling.Xia Xingyao squinted his eyes and took a look, only to see his upright shoulder and neck lines, the outline receded, like a young man.

Xia Xingyao stayed in the stands to write questions, and was going to take the initiative to cheer up when the game started.

Suddenly, a girl called him from behind in a low voice: "President Xia."

He looked up and found that it was Ming Leya, a girl from the chemistry group, who was the art committee member of the class.Ming Leya pursed her lips, and said, "Mr. Xia, we are writing cheers for God Zhe, do you want to write one too?"

Xia Xingyao opened his mouth to refuse, but suddenly remembered that Wu Che was running on his behalf, swallowed the words, and asked, "How should I write it?"

"Just praise him."

Xia Xingyao took a deep breath: "This is so against your will." After a while, he sighed helplessly, "Let me write it. Hey, why do you say so many things against your will in your life?"

He took the manuscript paper from Ming Leya, bit the tip of the pen, and began to write.Ming Leya leaned over to take a look, and then trembled with laughter.

He wrote:

……

The knife is not sharp, the horse is too thin, what are you fighting with?

Big gold chain and small leather pants, my name is Wu Zhe, remember!

——From The Great Master "Human Force".

Ming Leya seriously doubted that if this thing was handed over to the rostrum and read out, it would definitely frighten the running Wu Che into a stagger.

With the idea of ​​causing trouble, she collected Xia Xingyao's manuscript paper, and secretly wrote a sentence on the manuscript paper, "From Xia Xingyao, Class 3000, sophomore year, to Wu Zhe, a [-]-meter athlete".

They are going to hand it over to the rostrum later.

After Xia Xingyao finished writing the earthy manuscript, he stood up complacently.Seeing that the time was almost up, he quickly ran to the vending machine under the teaching building to buy two bottles of sports drinks, and then rushed to the starting point of the 3000-meter runway.

With the drink in his mouth, he suddenly doubted himself.

Why are you so obedient? !

Wu Zhe said he would buy it for him if he wanted it, is he bewitched?

The 3000m athletes are being checked.Those who have finished the inspection will do warm-up activities behind the starting line.Xia Xingyao mixed in the crowd, watching Wu Zhe behind the starting line from afar.

Wu Zhe seems to have a different painting style from the people around him.

Although he would turn into a pillar of the Quyi team as soon as he opened his mouth, but he didn't speak, and stood there with his lips pursed and his eyelids down, his whole demeanor seemed very cold.There is a thin crease on the eyelid, slender and restrained, very quiet. ——His first impression is indeed cold, arrogant, and bad-tempered.This kind of arrogance and indifference is especially loved by girls. Today, many girls came to watch him run, and they gathered together to point and point with blushing faces.

Xia Xingyao sighed inwardly, so many innocent cute girls were easily fooled by a single face.

There are four rain gods in China: college entrance examination, spring outing, sports meeting, and Xiao Jingteng.

The sports meeting at the end of September did not escape the fate of rain.Xia Xingyao raised his hand to check the time. The 3000-meter race was about to start. Suddenly, thin raindrops fell from the sky.

The drizzle made the sky brighter.

At the right time, the male announcer’s sonorous and forceful voice read the cheering script: "Even if it is raining heavily, even if it is difficult and rugged, I believe that the athletes will be able to overcome obstacles and achieve great results——"

With the sound of the starting gun, many athletes rushed out against the drizzle, and the sound of cheering outside the field also sounded in an instant.

Xia Xingyao's eyes were locked on Wu Zhe, and he found that he was very steady. He ran in the second and third positions at the beginning, not leading the race.

His speed is very uniform, neither fast nor slow, and he seems to be able to handle it with ease, while the others started at a faster speed, and gradually overtook him, and he was mixed into the mid-stream team.

good technology?

Xia Xingyao was thinking approvingly when he suddenly heard an earth-shattering burst of laughter from the rostrum.

Then the announcer coughed and pinched the mic.After about half a minute, the male announcer turned on the mic again, holding back a smile and continuing to read the script:

"Xia Xingyao from Class [-], Senior [-], to Wu Zhe, Class [-], Senior [-]."

"cough."

Just at this time, Wu Zhe ran up to Xia Xingyao, looked at him expectantly, and then rushed past like the wind.

Recalling his expectant and bright eyes, Xia Xingyao couldn't help but confess in his heart: I'm guilty.

The announcer started to read: "...the knife is not sharp and the horse is too thin, what are you fighting with me with? Big gold chain and small leather pants, my name is Wu Zhe, you, remember!"

Xia Xingyao saw with his own eyes that Wu Che, who had already run over, paused and almost twisted his foot.

"..."

The female announcer's voice was dignified and serious: "If you want to fight, then fight.

The east wind blows, the war drums beat, who did we Wu Zhe fear

Shocking thunder, with this sky-high cultivation, the sky collapsed and the ground fell into the purple gold hammer! "

Xia Xingyao: "..."

The classmates who didn't know each other hugged their stomachs and burst out laughing.

Xia Xingyao didn't expect that his crazy manuscript could be read out, and he read it so earthily that he felt embarrassed.

mainly……

Now that the whole school knows that he wrote the manuscript, it is embarrassing.

And he will definitely be hammered by Wu Zhe later.

Sure enough, Wu Zhe ran around again and ran up to Xia Xingyao, and gave him a big middle finger.

The girl next to him began to discuss: "...Wow. Who is number 23 gesturing to?"

"Damn, so handsome, ruffian and handsome."

Xia Xingyao hugged the sports drink in his arms tightly in fear, silently calculating how sure he was in escaping at this time.

The athletes on the field have run to the last lap.The previous fast players were already weak at this time, but Wu Zhe gradually caught up and ran to the second position.

No.1 is a sports student and has been running fast. There is a gap of four or five meters between Wu Zhe and him.With 100 meters to go before the finish line, Wu Zhe began to speed up.The girls onlookers screamed excitedly, and one of them got angry.

Xia Xingyao: "..."

50 m.

20 m.

With the last ten meters left, Wu Zhe was already shoulder to shoulder with the sports student.Under the drizzle, the two of them crossed the line almost at the same time. After reaching the finish line, the sports student turned his head and glanced at Wu Che, who was panting on his knees, and praised him, "Nice, brother."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wu Zhe naturally pretended to be aggressive and forced his breathing evenly: "It's easy to say, brother."

Xia Xingyao ran over and saw that Wu Zhe had stood up and started to walk slowly.He graciously handed the drink in his arms to Wu Zhe, and unscrewed it thoughtfully: "Master, here's a bottle of drink, please drink."

The drizzle was falling, and Wu Zhe had just ran 3000 meters, and now his hair was soaked with sweat and rain.A lock of forehead hair fell on the eyelids, and there was a thin layer of crimson on the lower eyelids.The moment he raised his eyes to look over, Xia Xingyao felt his eyes shake.

The heart suddenly beat irregularly.Wu Zhe stretched out his hand to scoop it up, took a sip of the drink, and tilted his eyes at Xia Xingyao.

Xia Xingyao bowed his knees and asked with great respect: "Can you go, old man?"

Wu Zhe took a breath: "Of course, sir, I am strong and strong, only three thousand. Take it."

"I have good news for you, you won the first place."

Wu Zhe was surprised: "Wow. Wu Zhe is really amazing!"

Xia Xingyao: "..."

The two of them walked slowly along the runway, and after half a lap, Wu Che finally calmed down. He rubbed his chest and watched Xia Xingyao dangerously: "Then let's talk about the refueling draft."

Xia Xingyao pretended to be stupid: "What are you talking about? Hey...the signal here is not good, I will call you when I get back to the classroom!"

He wanted to run with his hands behind his back.

Wu Zhe rushed over and pinched the back of his neck: "Damn, you've embarrassed Dad by writing that kind of thing—! Tell me, how are you going to make it up?"

Xia Xingyao shrank his shoulders and begged for mercy: "Dad, Dad, you don't remember villains..."

While the two were fighting, Ming Leya and another girl, Cong Mei, came to condolences to the athlete Wu Zhe, and gave him a bottle of drink and a dry towel.Ming Leya said with concern: "Shen Zhe, you are all wet, go back to the classroom and blow it up. Teacher Yin put a few blowers in the classroom."

Wu Zhe wiped his face casually and smiled at the girl, "Okay, thank you."

In fact, Xia Xingyao was also drenched in the rain, but he was young, and the boys were very hot, so he didn't care if he got caught in the rain occasionally.

But since the competition was over, there was no nutritious awards ceremony to follow, and there was no need to continue to get wet. He went to the stage to pack up his things, and then went back to the classroom with Wu Zhe.

There are more than ten people in the classroom, most of them are having fun, and some of them are studying like crazy students.

Jiang Lechi and Yu Yu were secretly sitting in the back row playing chicken with headphones on.A hair dryer plugged in next to them.

Wu Zhe moved a chair and sat down, raised his chin and called Xia Xingyao: "Little Xia, come here."

Xia Xingyao was drenched all over, walked over shaking his hands, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"It's time for you to make amends. See this hair dryer?"

"……Um?"

"Use it to dry my faucet."

Next to him, Jiang Lechi took off his earphones and burst into laughter: "...Pfft ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Fuck me!"

"Brother Zhe! Niubi, dragon head, longan," so he turned his head and looked at Wu Zhe with a presumptuous look, "Dragon claw,... dragon, dragon root?"

Wu Zhe's eyes changed, and the dark eyes stared at him: "Say it again?"

So he begged for mercy on the spot: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I didn't say anything! Please blow the dragon's head!"

Xia Xingyao couldn't bear it anymore, squatting on the spot and laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

Wu Zhe was furious: "Xia Xingyao, don't blame me for not reminding you, this is your only chance to redeem yourself."

Xia Xingyao took the hair dryer with a good temper, tested the temperature with his wrist, and asked, "Your Majesty, why do you have to blow your hair for you? Aren't you afraid that I will burn you to death?"

"..." Wu Zhe leaned against the back of the chair very unclely, took out his mobile phone, and directed Xia Xingyao: "Blow it!"

He played Doudizhu himself.

Xia Xingyao thought it wouldn't be a big deal to blow it up for him, after all, he was shaped into an earthy boy by the cheers in front of the whole school.

He dragged a chair and sat next to Wu Zhe, turned on the blower, and blew Wu Zhe's wet hair.I don't know what shampoo Wu Zhe uses, but it has a very light fragrance. After being blown by the wind, the hot air will come out, making it look light and soft.The hair is a very deep black, which is different from the yellowish tail of ordinary people's hair, and the color is very positive.

Wu Zhe made an inch of it: "While blowing with one hand and dialing with the other, how can you do it well?"

Xia Xingyao pulled his hair: "Your Majesty, aren't you going too far?"

Jiang Lechi, who was eating chicken next to him and waiting to get in, raised his head and said suddenly: "Mr. Xia, have you noticed that you look like a daughter-in-law who waits on the uncle."

Xia Xingyao let out a heck, threw the hair dryer on Wu Zhe, and stood up to touch Jiang Lechi.

Jiang Lechi hurriedly raised his hands in surrender: "Brother! Brother Xia, I have a lot of talk, so pretend I didn't say anything!"

Wu Zhe tugged Xia Xingyao's hand, and said impatiently, "Aren't you bragging? Xia Qing, the work is not over yet, let's continue!"

Xia Xingyao turned his head, gritted his teeth and asked, "Wu Zhe, do you want to die?"

Wu Zhe was frightened, and hastily put down his phone, picked up the hair dryer: "I blow it myself, I blow it myself..."

Xia Xingyao sat back to his original seat without saying a word. Wu Zhe glanced at him during the interval of self-reliance, and found that he... um, not angry enough, he was eating chicken in a solo row with his mobile phone.

Wu Zhe: "..."

Wu Zhe finished playing by himself, and kindly patted Xia Xingyao on the head: "Mr. Xia, do you want to play too?"

Xia Xingyao didn't raise his head: "No."

"Let's blow it!"

"do not want!"

"Please blow it, or what if you catch a cold?"

"I said no."

"Did I embarrass you?" Wu Zhe snorted, "Whether you like it or not, you will fall down."

"..."

Xia Xingyao flicked his hair, it was almost dry, there was really no need to blow it.He played a game of eating chicken with his eyes down, and suddenly felt a warm touch on his scalp.The humming sound of the hair dryer was close to his ears, and someone's slender fingers brushed his scalp, and the tingling sensation went from the top of the head to the tailbone.

Wu Zhe sighed next to his ear: "Forget it, Dad will blow it for you."

The position is now reversed.

Uncle Xia Xingyao was leaning on a chair and playing with his mobile phone, while Wu Zhe condescendingly held up a hair dryer and helped Xia Xingyao dry his wet hair carefully and gently.

This scene had a huge impact on Cong Mei and Ming Leya who had just entered the classroom.

"..." The two girls looked at each other and covered their mouths.

In the eyes of each other, I saw the four words of the incomparable friends:

I, nibbling, arrived, here.