Everyone is ancient

Except for Lu Bo and Gong Xichuan's classes, other classes are also intensively preparing for the sports meeting.

The teacher in Dongfang Ling's class is trying his best to persuade Dongfang Ling not to go for a run in women's clothing.

Su Su and Ji Yu's classes are arranging to help each other.

The word "help and pairing" always makes people think of poverty alleviation, but this time it is the bean sprouts who did not participate in the sports meeting.

Because women disguised themselves as men, Su Su and Ji Yu didn't sign up for the competition at the beginning, and their superficial identities as boys made it inconvenient for them to be assigned to the cheerleading team, so they were finally assigned to Murong Ming and Duan Muxi as small followers.

Su Su, who finally got the script right, knew who was the real hero and heroine, and looked at Ji Yu with some concern: "How about I switch with you, and I will be Murong Ming's follower for you?"

It was only after getting along that Su Su felt the charm of the heroine. Ji Yu is such a gentle, lovely, understanding little girl, she must not be overwhelmed by this stinky pig like Murong Ming.

Ji Yu could appreciate Su Su's kindness, and was very happy to meet such a good friend under such a nonsensical situation: "It's fine, don't worry."

Su Su still muttered uneasy: "If he has a bad face, don't worry about him. But if he loses the competition and vents his anger on you, you can come and tell me, and I will scold him for you!"

Ji Yu looked at Su Su's worried look, smiled and wrapped his arms around Su Su's neck very affectionately: "Susu, why are you so nice, but Murong Ming shouldn't be such an exaggerated person."

In the second half of the sentence, probably out of concern for Murong Ming's face, Ji Yu whispered in Su Su's ear: "You see, he only clenches his fists every time to get angry, but he has never hit anyone, although he is always incapable of rage, But it shouldn't be too bad."

Su Su patted Ji Yu on the shoulder, who can resist the cute girl's acting like a baby!

"Okay, okay, just be careful not to be bullied."

The normal communication between the two girls, just in the eyes of others, becomes: two fair boys, sitting in the classroom, trying to grab each other's hands with a little playfulness, their playful eyes are full of intimacy .

The light projected from the transparent glass window reflected their smiles with a faint brilliance.

What a scene of pure love on campus!

The teacher who saw such a scene as soon as he walked into the classroom covered his heart a little autistically.

Su Su and Ji Yu had also paid attention to the rumors in the school, but they did not intentionally keep a distance from each other because of the subtle taste that everyone was intoxicated and the only one was sober.

In the back seat, Murong Ming had an angry hash mark on his forehead, and gritted his teeth and said to Duan Muxi: "He said that about me, but I didn't do anything. Where did Su Su's dead gay face say that I have a bad temper!"

Ji Yu is not a bad person, why did he fall in love with Su Su!

Of course, Murong Ming didn't say the second half of the sentence, because he always felt that something was weird.

Su Su, who was sitting in the front row, was about to turn around and fight for [-] rounds with Murong Ming, a younger brother who couldn't quarrel, when Duanmuxi said:

"Well, being angry is tiring too. You slept so late last night, you might as well relax now, or you'll be even more tired. They really don't know you very well, but you haven't had the chance to get to know each other, have you? "

Duanmuxi's personality is somewhat similar to Ji Yu's, with a very gentle temper.

When Murong Ming is angry, he looks like a little lion. The people around him may be hindered by his aura and cannot help but obey, but this will undoubtedly add fuel to Murong Ming's fire.

But Duanmuxi's personality was as stable as a piece of jade, and he calmed down Murongming calmly.Maybe that's why they've been friends forever.

Although Duanmuxi's words were addressed to Murong Ming, it seemed like a kindergarten teacher coaxing the children not to quarrel.

Hearing this, Su Su felt embarrassed to continue arguing with Murong Ming, and secretly sighed in her heart: As expected of a gentle second male, the art of language is just perfect.

Murong Ming, who had calmed down from his anger, was overwhelmed by sleepiness, got up and decided to wash his face.

Somewhat unexpectedly met Dongfang Ling at the door of the toilet.

By chance, this was the first time that Murong Ming met a female clothing boss in their grade.

So he frowned and reminded in a bad tone: "This classmate, this is the men's room."

Dongfang Ling hadn't met someone who misunderstood his gender for a long time. He brushed his hair, stepped on high heels and turned his head into the toilet, leaving a sentence: "This classmate, I am a man."

Hearing the majestic and magnetic voice, Murong Ming was agitated. Looking at the person in the toilet wearing silk stockings and standing with his legs wide open, Murong Ming even suspected that he hadn't woken up.

When he returned to the classroom and sat down with a delicate face, he suddenly said to Su Su and Ji Yu: "You two are not so difficult to accept."

Su Su:? ? ?

I don't know what you're talking about, but I still feel a little offended.

All in all, the sports meeting ushered in the chaos. The first morning event was the men's and women's sprints. Only Dongfang Ling participated in the crossing mission team, but it was Lu Bo's manuscript that appeared first in front of the whole school... .

"The upcoming event is the 50-meter preliminaries for the first-year men's group. Please leave the track. Correspondents are welcome to contribute." The announcer sat on the rostrum and read the notice.

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a cute boy with fair skin and a smile handing him a note: "Our class's newsletter."

This person is exactly Lu Bo who trained Rainbow Fart for a few days.

Because of Lu Bo's honest and friendly smile, the announcer didn't even review the manuscript carefully, so he read it out very unsuspectingly: "xxx, I don't want to compare you to a rocket, because the rocket bears the hopes of countless people, and the class My classmates only hope that you will run as hard as you can and run happily, so I hope you will be a cute...Changtian monkey?! Go forward bravely and create the most beautiful scenery in the race. ..."

The announcer who finished the second half of the reading had a complicated expression on his face: I'm talking about welcome contributions!Not welcome to fuck me bro!

The 50-meter runners in Lu Bo's class who were warming up happily on the track suddenly looked back in the direction of the studio in a daze, wondering if they had heard it wrong.

But unexpectedly met the eyes of the buddies in the back row.

Because the school is rich, everyone's number plate is specially customized, and there is a class badge on it. The buddies standing in front of and behind him can tell at a glance that the person mentioned on the radio is him.

The eyes of the buddies in the back row are like a lighter, silently lighting the firecracker fuse of the Monkey King.

So as soon as the gunshot rang out, he jumped out immediately.

As long as I run fast enough, you won't be able to see the class logo on my number plate! ! !

After I run this distance, I will immediately kill Lu Bo! ! !

I don't know which reason has the stronger driving force, but in the end, the players in Lu Bo's class won the game with a strange outburst.

Although the other contestants lost the game, they gained happiness!

But when the announcer doubted that his broadcasting career would encounter Waterloo, he heard a passing classmate say: "The announcer just now is really awesome. There is no joke in this kind of manuscript. The professionalism is really good."

So, under the strange happy ending, no one came to Lu Bo to dismantle the fact that his newsletter could be directly submitted to the joke collection.

Only a sober Gong Xichuan was left watching helplessly as Lu Bo bit his pen to harm the next contestant.

Lu Bo: "Gong Xichuan, why don't you participate in the competition? I can customize a newsletter for you! If you participate in running, I can compare you to Prometheus after committing theft. If you participate in shot put, I can compare you to You are likened to a peerless lever trying to tilt the earth!"

Lu Bo has never loved writing so much, and he feels that he is full of writing and thinking at this moment.

It was the first time that Gong Xichuan was so thankful that he didn't like to participate in group activities: "No, there's no need."

After Lu Bo's second manuscript was handed in, the announcer was caught in an ideological struggle, but in the end he couldn't get over the idea of ​​hearing others praise him for his professionalism, and read Lu Bo's manuscript with a serious expression. .

For a while, the audience was silent, so solemn that only the voices of the athletes' march and the announcer were left. I didn't know that I thought the sports meeting was over.

Even the 50-meter runner just now had a vague sense of anticipation, wanting to hear what the next brother would be like.

"xxx, if Cupid's ability to shoot arrows is as good as your ability to throw javelins, then I believe there will be love between Antarctic penguins and polar bears."

……

After the competition, Lu Bo's newsletter seemed to be a small performance project, and everyone was looking forward to his draft.

Some people crawled to the door of the studio, like the listeners who used to squat in the teahouse for the storyteller's follow-up.

"How about it, is the manuscript here?"

"not yet!"

"I don't know what he's going to compare his next project to?"

"Hahahaha, I'm waiting too! Just now I was doing forward flexion and pulling my ligaments, and the newsletter made me laugh so hard that I touched the bottom with both hands and did a backflip."

"Brother, I believe you are really addicted to what you said."

In this morning's game, the only one who could steal the limelight from Lu Bo's newsletter was Dongfang Ling who was wearing a skirt.

Among the big men in underpants with hairy legs fluttering in the wind, Dongfang Ling, with fair and slender legs, was standing at the starting point in sports skirt pants, moving his hands and feet.

His eyes stared blankly, ignoring the surrounding discussions as nothing.

After the referee blew the whistle and took their positions, Dongfang Ling pulled off his coat in a very handsome posture and covered it on Yu Duo's head.

The reckless movements and the slightly domineering aura that belonged exclusively to Dongfang Ling made Yu Duo feel like he couldn't breathe for a while.

Under the jacket, there is a line of words on Dongfang Ling's short sleeve: On the field, gender does not matter.

For a while, the justice that blurred gender made Dongfang Ling's posture on the runway extraordinarily majestic.

The teenage girls who are very fond of this can't help but scream for him, and there are a few boys screaming and screaming during the period:

"Men and women are not important, I can do it!"

Hearing this, Yu Duo quietly hugged Dongfang Ling's clothes tightly in his arms.

With a gunshot, Dongfang Ling rushed out.

Out of friendship, Lu Bo put down his pen and led Gong Xichuan to watch Dongfang Ling's race by the track.

Seeing Dongfang Ling galloping on the field, Lu Bo's expression was not as excited as the people around him.

Just when Gong Xichuan thought that Lu Bo also felt that Dongfang Ling's behavior of printing the slogan on his clothes was a little embarrassing, he only heard Lu Bo say in confusion:

"Won't the wig fall off?"