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Time passed quickly, and it was time for the sports meeting in a blink of an eye.

It is impossible for the school to delay the usual class time, so it took up Saturday for the sports meeting.

In the early morning, the students gathered on the edge of the playground and sat on the viewing platform outside the playground under the sun.Because everyone in the stands is too small to open umbrellas, many girls took off their long-sleeved school uniforms and put them on their heads.

The sports committee took the schedule and reminded one by one what time to go to the check-in, and the life committee hurriedly distributed the snacks bought in advance to the students.

Lao Liang stood at the front, and because there was too much noise outdoors and too many whispers, he had to shout at the top of his voice:

"... Those who have a project will go to check in advance! The sports committee should do a good job of organizing! Those who want to exercise don't eat, and eat after the project is over! Be careful of gastroenteritis and appendicitis!... Don't be greedy for cold, drink less ice water and less water Eat popsicles! Life committee members! Don’t buy cold drinks for everyone!... When our classmates compete later, remember to cheer! The sports committee has a project, and other students—squad leaders, please organize and shout slogans! Come on! Words, if there is no competition, write more!"

Lao Liang rolled his eyes around, looked at the whole class, and ordered a few students with good Chinese scores to write cheering words.

Sitting there, Jian Ze'an thought that he had nothing to do with himself - because he participated in the basketball game, he had no time to practice other things, and he didn't sign up for the sports meeting.

Waiting to watch the game today, eat, drink, and relax with confidence.After all, he had to practice basketball again this week, and Cheng Zichen was afraid that he would relax because he didn't make up lessons after school, so he asked him to take pictures of the exercises he did and send them to the other party every day.I've been busy all week, that is, I can take a break from the sports meeting this morning.

As a result, after Lao Liang called a few other classmates, he suddenly looked at him: "Jian Ze'an, you have studied very hard recently. Although your Chinese performance is not so easy to improve, the attitude teacher has seen it, and it is worthy of praise. Then today you As a representative of our class, write more words of encouragement."

The tone seemed to regard writing cheering words as an honor, and it seemed that he reluctantly handed it over to him to encourage Jian Ze'an.

Jian Ze'an: "..." No need, duck no need.

He really wanted to tell Lao Liang that this honor should be given to other students, but he didn't have the nerve to speak up. After Lao Liang finished speaking, he went to talk to other students, so he missed the last chance to refuse.

It just so happened that the representative of the Chinese class who was entrusted with the important task of coordinating everyone to write cheers had already started to make a fuss: "Come on, come on, just now Mr. Liang said to the students who wrote cheers, let's assign tasks? Let everyone participate All the students in our class have at least one contribution."

... Their classes are not good at study, but their sports are still good, and their enthusiasm for participation is also high.After counting around, their class actually participated in the project with 16 people.

There were not many manuscripts arranged by Lao Liang, so they divided them up and down, and Jian Ze'an had to write cheering manuscripts for four classmates.The corner of his mouth twitched, reluctantly, but the other three students nodded in agreement, and he didn't want to be too hypocritical, so he didn't object.

First of all, the sports meeting is the opening ceremony. The main thing is that the two hosts, a man and a woman, will come to the opening ceremony with a high-spirited autumn, golden autumn season, and high-spirited students. Even if the ceremony is over, the host announces the start of the sports meeting.

For the sake of time, generally running, medicine ball, high jump and other events are carried out at the same time. Of course, the result is that everyone is basically watching running. Not many people watch other events in a small field. Only the host reports the results. Only then will all eyes focus on the past.

The first is the 50-meter run for boys and the 50-meter run for girls. At the same time, there is a high jump competition in the middle of the playground.

Jian Ze'an was assigned to write a cheering draft for the girls' 50-meter race.The representative of the Chinese class squeezed over, handed him a few sheets of paper and a pen, and urged: "Hurry up, there are only 50 groups of boys in the 5-meter race, and it will be over soon. I have to hand the manuscript to the rostrum. Write it quickly." ah!"

"Okay..." Jian Ze'an replied weakly, racking his brains on the white paper.

His Chinese proficiency... not bad overall, even in the top ranks in Class [-], but the main point deductions were for the composition.

Now if he was asked to praise the girls in his class who participated in the 50-meter race in a short time, he didn't know what to say.Holding a pen, I blurted out a few sentences, "Song Xiyun, come on, you run really fast, as fast as the wind", and then got stuck.

So he bent his elbow and yelled at Lin Xiao who was sitting next to him: "Lin Xiao, do me a favor, can you write cheering words? Two sentences?"

Lin Xiao was putting his coat over his head at the moment, using the clothes to block the glare of the sun, and hiding underneath to play with his mobile phone.After being poked twice by Jian Ze'an, he pulled off his coat. Suddenly, his eyes came into contact with the white environment, and he squinted uncomfortably, and then he saw clearly the paper that Jian Ze'an pushed over: "Can't you copy a few sentences from the Internet?"

"No. Just now the class representative said, 'What you can find can be found by others. If you crash a car, it seems too dishonest. I'd rather write badly than copy it'."

Lin Xiao had nothing to do, so he had to look down at Jian Ze'an's cheering manuscript, and he read it along, and let out a low muffled laugh from his throat:

"What you wrote has no literary talent at all."

"Yes, you have." Jian Ze'an angrily elbowed him again, "You have a brilliant literary talent—a great writer, help me and make up a few sentences?"

"Well, you can't just say that she runs fast, you have to...expand it." Lin Xiao's language is not the same as that of Jian Ze'an, and now he pretends to understand it very well, and he seems to point out Jiangshan with confidence, "What metaphors do you want? , an exclamation sentence, modify it, describe it...you understand?"

Jian Ze'an shook his head decisively: "I don't understand. Give me an example?"

"Just—what, like, 'Ah, you run like a deer'. Describe, metaphor, get it?"

Jian Ze'an nodded while writing: "...ah, you run like a deer...and then?"

"Then? Then you can be more specific, describe her running movements or something..." Lin Xiao couldn't make it up anymore, and kicked the buddy sitting in front of them, "Leizi, can you write cheering words?"

Hong Chuanglei, who was eating potato chips in front of him, turned his head inexplicably: "Brother, you ask me?"

Lin Xiao and Jian Ze'an thought of his failed Chinese at the same time, fell silent for a while, and waved their hands in unison: "It's okay, you can continue to eat."

Jian Ze'an is on the side, there are ten people across the aisle, and the people next to Lin Xiao are preparing to participate in the high jump at the moment, and the seat behind is the sports committee, and the sports committee is busy announcing the time and place of the inspection one by one. Others can ask.

Lin Xiao leaned his head over again and edited together with Jian Ze'an:

"Just continue to describe, make metaphors, and make a few parallels."

"I've used both metaphors here! One wind, one deer!"

"Parallel comparison, do you understand the comparison? Three is called a comparison! Let's do it again!"

"What else can run fast?"

"Make it up yourself, I've already given you ideas, and you can write along my lines. It's really impossible to expand a few more sentences and add some adjectives! Don't be a little deer, a cheerful little deer. Then describe in detail how fast she runs, okay? "

After Lin Xiao finished speaking, he put on his coat again and continued playing with his mobile phone.

Jian Ze'an was thoughtful, and wrote down.

After a while, the representative of the Chinese class hurriedly squeezed in from the narrow space between the rows, shouting: "Jian Ze'an! Jian Ze'an! Is it finished? I'm going to the rostrum to submit a batch of manuscripts. If you don't give me a chance, it will be too late!"

"It's finished." Jian Ze'an handed over the paper in his hand, and the representative of the Chinese class placed it directly among the refueling manuscripts, and left in a hurry, apparently trotting all the way to the rostrum.

At this moment, the men's 50-meter progress was almost done. The boys from Class 21 of Senior High School who participated in this event won the sixth place and missed the top three. However, they still received warm applause from the whole class when they came back.The life committee member handed him a bottle of mineral water and gave him a tissue: "Wipe off your sweat and take a rest!"

The women's 50 meters also started.

The first two groups were finished quickly, and then came the third group where Song Xiyun from Class 21 of Senior High participated.

On the runway, the volunteers who organized the competition were registering the results of the previous group of contestants, and the rostrum also began to read cheering words for the next group of contestants.

"Grade 17 class wrote to Li Lanlan..."

"Grade 4 Class [-] wrote to Xu Yaqing..."

"Class 11 of the second year of high school wrote to Song Xiyun." The host paused after reading this.The students around Jian Ze'an, who were sunburned by the sun, cheered up——

"Are you going to Xiyun?"

"It should be. This is the cheering speech, so Xiyun should start running immediately."

"The cheering words seem to be written by Jian Ze'an? He never wrote the last sports meeting?"

The voice of the host echoed throughout the playground through the radio:

"Class 11 of the second year of high school wrote to Song Xiyun, come on, you run so fast, like a cheerful deer in the forest, like a tornado rushing all the way from the sea, like a scud missile sprinting on the vast land. You run When stepping on a plastic runway, it is like stepping on a high-temperature stove, as soon as it hits the ground, it bounces off quickly, and the speed is unparalleled!"

The hostess finished the cheering speech with a crisp voice.

Although she has been trained and has hosted many school activities, this time, she couldn't control the laughter in her voice when she read to the end.

She is clearly not alone.When she finished reciting with eloquence, the whole playground burst into bursts of laughter.In an unknown class next to him, a boy imitated the hostess’s voice with his throat squeezed: “Like a scud missile sprinting across the vast land, its speed is—incomparable—incomparable to—incomparable!”

Originally, the hostess read it normally, but it was really weird to be read by this boy with his throat choked and procrastinating on purpose.

With a "boom", all the classes around heard burst into laughter.

Laughter is contagious, they laughed like this, even if the other classes hadn't heard the boy imitate, they remembered the wave of cheering words again, couldn't help but scored twice, and laughed again.

Not to mention other classes, class 11 couldn't hold back, and laughed very happily hahaha.

Hong Chuanglei at the front was particularly exaggerated, and turned his head to give Jian Ze'an a thumbs up: "Brother An! You are amazing! Your literary talent is amazing!"

Jian Ze'an, who was praised by Hong Chuanglei who failed in Chinese: "..."

It doesn't seem very happy.

Everyone around is laughing.Even Lao Liang wanted to be angry at first, but his face turned serious and he wanted to say a few words about Jian Ze'an. After a little recollection of the cheering words, he didn't tense up, his serious expression broke in an instant, and he shook his head while leaning on the railing, smiling, Can't say anything.

Even the women's 50 meters below had to be postponed for a while because the players couldn't catch their breath from laughing.

When Song Xiyun returned to the stands of class 11 after running, all the passing classes laughed kindly along the way, and someone asked her with a smile: "Stepping on the high-temperature stove... hey, is the runway hot?"

Song Xiyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she covered her face with her hand.

But everyone was joking. Although she was a little embarrassed, she thought it was quite funny.

However, when she returned to class 11, she took the water given by the class committee, and still made a murderous look on purpose: "Who wrote the cheering words? Have a grudge against my sister?"

A classmate answered with a smile: "Isn't Jian Ze'an's writing particularly exciting?"

"Oh? Jian Ze'an—" Song Xiyun pretended to grit her teeth, and walked towards Jian Ze'an, "Your cheering words are really 'wonderful'."