self-deprecating

On the second day, Gu Ze had only one 1000-meter run, while Han Zizhou had a 3000-meter run, which was the last on the third day.

Gu Ze looked at the women on the field for 800 meters, "Look at them, they are both delivering water and running with them."

Han Zizhou also looked at the playground. A girl obviously couldn't run anymore. A boy next to him was holding a bottle of water on the inner side of the lawn, talking while running, probably to encourage the girl.

"I'll run with you later?"

Gu Ze shook his head, "Forget it, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up with my speed."

"Then go ahead and remember to come back first."

"That's easy." Gu Ze smiled, jumped off the stands, and landed firmly on the ground.

"Be careful! Take the stairs next time." Han Zizhou hurriedly told him.

Gu Ze raised his head and waved at him, then ran to check.

Running has always been Gu Ze's strong point. When he was a child, he always adhered to the truth of "run if you can't beat him". He was chased across several streets and then ran home.

Later □□ encountered the teacher patrolling, Gu Ze only thought of one sentence, "As long as you run fast enough, the teacher will not be able to catch up with me", so naturally there is no "honor" for the Monday meeting to read the review.

1000 meters was just a short distance for him. As soon as the starting gun fired, Gu Ze rushed out.

This kind of long-distance running will save physical strength in the first half of the distance, and only in the second half can there be room for sprinting.Unexpectedly, Gu Ze maintained a very fast speed from the beginning, without any thought of conserving his physical strength, and remained in the first position.

The audience around him did not agree with his running style, "If you run like this for a while, you will lose strength in the second half of the lap, and you will definitely be overtaken."

But Gu Ze didn't think of slowing down at all, he still maintained his speed and was about to catch up to the last place.

The slogan of the sixth class is very loud.

"Brother Ze! Brother Ze! Dominate the No. [-] Middle School!"

"Brother Ze! Brother Ze! Dominate the No. [-] Middle School!"

……

Gu Ze was also in a good mood. He ran to the stands of Class Six and waved at them with energy left.

The upper body is straight, the legs are long, and the steps are even and brisk, and the arms are kept at a fixed frequency by the waist.

With blue sky, white clouds, green grass and sunshine, Gu Ze is very sunny and attractive.

Han Zizhou stood in front of the finish line with the pass card he asked for from the squad leader, watching Gu Ze run towards him step by step.

Gu Ze speeded up a bit, crossed the red line, and then ran towards Han Zizhou with his hands open.

Hugged Han Zizhou in his arms.

Han Zizhou staggered two steps to stabilize his figure, only to hear Gu Ze leaning against his ear and asking, "Are you handsome?"

"Handsome, boyfriend."

There were bursts of screams and cheers erupting from the stands, Gu Ze let go of Han Zizhou, and walked slowly on the runway with his shoulders.

"I'm suffocating! I'm going to faint!" Bai Lu excitedly shook Zhong Xiaofan's arm beside her.

"Me too! I'm dead! I'm really dead!"

"It's true! I hit it for real!"

"I really can't do it! Died in place!"

"I'm going to move the Civil Affairs Bureau here, and get the certificate stamped now!"

……

Several boys sat next to the girls in the class, showing similar, indescribable expressions.

Girls these days are horrible.

Why so crazy?

Isn't it just that Brother Ze didn't stand still after running, so Brother Zhou went to help him?

Do you need to think so much?

The girl looked at their unspeakable expressions, "Straight men like you don't understand at all."

Yao Jie turned his head silently and asked Duan Yuelin, "So they want to say, Brother Ze and Brother Zhou are not straight?"

"..." Duan Yuelin was silent.

"Brother Ze and I have known each other for so many years, Brother Ze is definitely the most straight in the world! Brother Zhou is also very straight!"

Duan Yuelin thought for a while, and said, "This is an era of looking at faces."

"..." Now, it was Yao Jie's turn to be silent.

When Han Zizhou and Gu Ze returned to the class, the girls had already calmed down. Lao Zhang sat in the front row and said with a smile, "You two have such a good relationship."

"Well, it's a good relationship."

"I'm very happy that you have a good relationship. My friends who had a good relationship when I was in school are also very close now." Lao Zhang seemed to think of his school days. "It's your grade director. We have a very good relationship."

Han Zizhou thought about it, the grade director always had a straight face every time, and he practiced the lion's roar skill very well, but he didn't expect to have a good relationship with Lao Zhang, who is always smiling and has a Buddhist temperament.

Gu Ze smiled, "Then you ask the grade director to deduct less points from our class, and he will deduct points when he dozes off in class, which will affect the weekly evaluation."

"You boy! It's useless to think about it." Lao Zhang waved his hand at them, "Go back to your seat and sit down."

The two smiled and returned to their seats.

The two didn't compete after that, and there was nothing to do in the stands. Gu Ze took a copy of "Must Memorize Ancient Poems for College Entrance Examination" from the school committee and began to memorize them.

After reciting one song, Han Zizhou checked it for him, and the two of them played Solitaire one by one, spending most of the afternoon like this.

The morning of the third day was similar, except that Gu Ze recited ancient poems, while Han Zizhou wrote the newsletter for the sports meeting.

The squad leader held a stack of A4 papers, "One person writes five copies, one point for each manuscript, three points for excellent manuscripts, and there will be evaluations after the sports meeting is over."

Han Zizhou also took the five sheets of paper from Gu Ze, spread them out on his lap, and started writing with a black gel pen.

Gu Ze is still struggling with "Red Cliff Fu".

"Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains..."

"And my son and I are suitable for each other." Han Zizhou answered smoothly.

"There is no breeze on the river, and there is no bright moon, only the big sun." Gu Ze raised his hand to block the sun, "The sun is so good today, it's a bit dry."

Han Zizhou handed the school uniform jacket beside him to Gu Ze, "Hold it."

Gu Ze took the coat and covered his head inside, "Don't you feel sunburned?"

A few girls had already ran to the shade, and there were sparse people sitting in the stands.

"It's okay." Han Zizhou straightened his coat, "It's good to cover the endorsement."

Gu Ze nodded and continued to recite, "The dead are like this, but they have never gone..."

Maybe it was because the sun was too bright and warm, and there were few people in the stands, and it was very quiet. Han Zizhou's school uniform exuded the smell of clean and soft laundry detergent, which made people feel at ease.

Gu Ze fell asleep with his back on his back.The book in his hand fell beside the seat, and his body was also tilted to one side.

Han Zizhou didn't hear the sound of reciting the book for a long time, and when he turned his head, Gu Ze had fallen asleep sitting up.

Han Zizhou had no choice but to support Gu Ze's body and let him lean on his shoulder.Just like in the classroom, when Gu Ze was sleepy, he would lean on his shoulder and take a nap for a while.

The wind in April seems to bring the fragrance of flowers, quiet and quiet.

When Gu Ze woke up again, it was time for Han Zizhou to run 3000 meters.Han Zizhou handed over the written newsletter to the squad leader, and went to gather in the middle of the playground by himself.

Gu Ze thought for a while, then asked the class monitor for a piece of A4 paper, "Squad leader, give me another piece of paper, and I will also write a newsletter."

Naturally, the more newsletters, the better. The squad leader immediately handed him the papers and asked, "Do you want to take two more?"

Gu Ze waved his hand and only took a piece of paper.

On the 400-meter runway, it takes seven and a half laps of 3000 meters before it starts. Han Zizhou just keeps mixing with the team at a moderate speed.

After running three laps, I saw Gu Ze standing outside the track with a bottle of water.

At the school's radio station, the girl who was broadcasting said in a very formal voice, "Student Han Zizhou from Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School, as long as you work hard, success is not far away, as long as you keep going forward, you will gain something.

Keep walking, your firm belief is condensed on the red runway, and you are sweating, and your constant pursuit is on the green field.

The shouts and applause are all for you. I want to give you the warmest cheers and the highest honor.

Run, boy!

Contributor: Class [-], Grade [-]. "

Listening to the newsletter written to him, Han Zizhou felt a little embarrassed.

The classmate next to him also turned to look at him, as if he just wanted to see if Han Zizhou, who had heard the newsletter, was encouraged.

Han Zizhou was not affected and ran forward at his own speed.

Every time you run around, you can see Gu Ze standing in a fixed position, and it is enough for the two of them to look at each other from a distance.

In the last two laps, Han Zizhou began to speed up, slowly moving forward from the middle front position, constantly surpassing the people next to him.

And those who were in the lead at the beginning gradually became exhausted and gradually fell behind.

Gu Ze casually stood before the finish line.Han Zizhou looked at Gu Ze and just wanted to rush to him, gritted his teeth and crossed the finish line.

There was a burst of cheers from the stands, but Han Zizhou didn't hear them. He only heard Gu Ze standing next to him and said something.

"Finally waiting for you."

His legs were weak, sweat ran down his cheeks, his neck rolled down, his cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was short of breath.

Han Zizhou walked slowly on the runway with his arms around Gu Ze's shoulders. The two of them didn't talk, just walked, and it was fine.

After a few minutes of delay, Gu Ze handed the water to Han Zizhou, "Drink some water, then go back and sit and rest."

Han Zizhou took the water, but before he could drink it, he heard a voice, "Brother Zhouzhou!"

Han Zizhou turned his head and saw that it was indeed Zhang Boya.

"Why did you come here?"

"I'll bring you water." Zhang Boya handed over a bottle of sports drink.

"No need." Han Zizhou raised the mineral water in his hand.

"Hold it..." Zhang Boya still insisted on holding it.

"It's really not necessary. You can give it to the students in your class. I really don't need it. This is enough." Han Zizhou pulled Gu Ze, "I'm leaving first."

"OK then……"

Han Zizhou walked two steps away, then looked back at Zhang Boya, "Don't call me that in the future."

"..."

Only the girl was left standing there alone.

"Brother Zhou, amazing!"

"Brother Zhou, you're so awesome!"

……

The students in the class are very happy and excited.

Smiling at his classmates, Han Zizhou sat on his seat, "I'm so tired."

"Lean on me and rest for a while."

Taking advantage of the situation, Han Zizhou put half of his body weight on Gu Ze's body.

"What do you think of the newsletter just now?" Gu Ze asked.

"Hmm... a little..." Han Zizhou thought for a while, although he didn't know that it was written by a classmate in the class, but it was also a heartfelt wish of the classmate.

Although I sound a little ashamed.

"What's wrong?" Gu Ze asked.

Han Zizhou looked at Gu Ze's serious expression, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, "Isn't it you who wrote it?"

Gu Ze let out his breath through his nose and said "hmm".

"So there's something there?"

Gu Ze swallowed the "shame" and "embarrassment" on his lips, and said, "I'm a little... touched."

"If I knew it, I would have written it to you earlier. This is your last event." Gu Ze seemed to be a bit regretful.

"Then how about you make it up to me?" Han Zizhou asked.

"Huh? How to compensate?"

"Call me 'Brother Zhou Zhou'."

Gu Ze's body stiffened for a moment, "Are you sure? Didn't someone call you just now?"

"I just want to hear what you have to say."

"Then...Brother Zhouzhou?"

Han Zizhou leaned on Gu Ze's shoulder, Gu Ze's voice was slightly hoarse, without any sticky feeling.

"It felt like I was torturing myself."

Gu Ze didn't speak, but turned his head to one side.

It took a long time to realize, what kind of thing is this compensation for?

Writing a newsletter will give you a lot of face, but if you don't write it, you have to make up for it?Compensation for what? !

The author has something to say: Thank you everyone.