Transfer Students

"Everyone on your marks—ready—!"

The six finalists bowed their waists and legs, put their hands on the ground, and looked ahead. The cheering crowd on both sides of the track also fell silent for a moment, staring nervously at the people who wanted to cheer for them.

There was only a "bang" gunshot, and amidst the enthusiastic sound waves, several figures rushed out like arrows leaving the string.

"Hold!"

Lu Shaohang made a mistake at the start and was a second late.

It was this second that opened the distance between him and Pei Yu by several meters.

He immediately rushed to catch up, the adrenaline soaring.

Under the astonishing explosive power, the sound of his heart beating violently made him unable to hear the cheers around him. His eyes were fixed on Pei Yu's back, and the red line at the end of the [-] meters was no longer in his eyes.

Pei Yu is his end point!

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, Pei Yu cast a glance at him. Before Lu Shaohang recovered his senses, he bumped into the other person's chest!

"boom--"

Amidst the exclamation, the two fell down on the rubber track.

No one expected this unexpected situation. A large group of people came around, and the referee teacher hurriedly maintained order: "Scatter, scatter! Don't get together!"

Lu Shaohang lay on the ground and blinked before realizing that they had already crossed the finish line.

It's just that he didn't slow down, and plunged into Pei Yu's arms with all his strength.

"Damn it, you're doing a terrorist attack, it's scary!" Han Zhe rushed over and asked with concern, "Did you get injured? Why does it hurt? Talk!"

Lu Shaohang shook his head, tilted his head, saw Pei Yu beside him being supported by Jiang Le, and sat up slowly.

He blinked again and asked Han Zhe, "Who won?"

Han Zhe said, "Pei Shen is number one, and you are number two. The difference between the two of you is only a few tenths of a second."

Lu Shaohang closed his eyes, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted, and he collapsed on the ground.

Pei Yu kicked him: "You can't lie down after running, stand up."

Lu Shaohang remained motionless.

"What's the matter? Are you hurt?" Zhao Min, the head teacher, ran over and saw the two of them sitting and lying down, and couldn't help frowning worriedly, "Han Zhe, Jiang Le, you two take them to the medical office If it doesn't work, go to the hospital."

Liu Jiayang said anxiously: "No, sister Minmin, our class will have a competition later."

As soon as the words fell, an announcement sounded from the rostrum. Please prepare for the men's 4x100 relay race. Han Zhe, Jiang Le and Liu Jiayang will all participate.

"That Zhang Yang, come here..."

"No teacher," Pei Yu said, "I'm fine, I'll just help him to the infirmary."

Lu Shaohang opened his eyes a little, feeling that the sun was a bit dazzling today, so he sat up abruptly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

"Really? Don't hold on." Han Zhe knows his personality best. Lu Shaohang is competitive, and he probably feels uncomfortable losing to Pei Yu. Even if he is really hurt, he will probably not say anything.

Zhao Min was still worried: "I have to go and see."

Pei Yu stood up, stretched his hands and feet, and said, "I'm really fine, you go and do your work first, I'm here."

The rostrum was urging the contestants and referees to take their positions, and Zhao Min was going to help record the results of the long jump competition, so he ordered a few words to leave first.

When the people around him gradually dispersed, Pei Yu looked down at the people sitting on the ground: "Can I get up?"

Lu Shaohang stretched out his long thin and straight legs, and said, "Go first, I'll sit here and rest for a while."

Pei Yu went around behind him, bent down, put his hands under Lu Shaohang's armpits, and "lifted" him up without a word.

"Fuck, what are you doing?! Let go!"

Lu Shaohang threw him away as if he was electrocuted, his face was so red that he was about to bleed.

Pei Yu looked at him amusedly: "You occupy the track, how do you race? Is the relay a hurdle?"

Lu Shaohang was so angry that he couldn't speak, he shook his head and left, but was grabbed again.

"What are you doing again!"

"You're limping, what do you think I'm doing?" Pei Yu went around in front of him, lowered his body slightly, and said, "Come up, I'll take you to see a doctor."

"No need." Lu Shaohang bypassed him and heard Pei Yu say, "I'll give you another chance."

He turned back coldly: "What?"

"I said, I'll give you another chance." Pei Yu came to him, "Carry it on your back or carry it, you choose."

His tone was lukewarm, but his eyes were firm and domineering that no one could question.

Lu Shaohang's face turned blue and white.

A few passing girls looked at the two of them, with unknown smiles on their faces. Lu Shaohang was like a light on his back, and he just wanted to escape here quickly.

He said angrily, "Back."

Pei Yu stood still, Lu Shaohang looked up at him suspiciously, and saw Pei Yu raised his eyebrows: "Come up by yourself."

Oh shit.

Lu Shaohang stabbed Pei Yu 1 holes in his heart.

He said "thank you" with a fake smile, limped around behind Pei Yu, put his hands on his broad shoulders, and jumped onto Pei Yu's back.

This is the first time he has been carried on his back.

The hands holding the thighs had an unusually high sense of presence. Lu Shaohang seemed to be sitting on a soldering iron, scorching hot, but he didn't dare to move.

The whole body began to heat up, even the tips of the ears were steaming.

The infirmary is obviously not far from the playground, but the road is extremely long, and every step is a torment.

After sitting firmly on the hospital bed, Lu Shaohang finally heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately pushed him away: "Go, it's none of your business."

Pei Yu laughed angrily at him: "Please find out, you bumped into me, logically our roles should be switched."

Lu Shaohang's lips pursed into a straight line.

Pei Yu pulled the chair next to him and sat down, rolled up his right trouser leg, only then did Lu Shaohang realize that his knee was bruised.

"You...why didn't you just say that?"

Pei Yu raised his eyelids to look at him, Lu Shaohang swallowed nervously.

"Give me the iodine over there."

Pei Yu raised his chin at him, and Lu Shaohang followed his advice.

The wound was not deep, but it was a bit large. Pei Yu simply disinfected it, put down his trouser legs, and went to the school doctor.

Lu Shaohang's ankle was a little red and swollen, and his elbow was scratched by the rough rubber track. The school doctor helped him treat the wound and found an ice pack to apply to his ankle.

"Cold compresses within 24 hours, and then hot compresses, and wait for the congestion to dissipate by itself, and it will be fine."

"Thank you, teacher."

"That's fine, you can just stay here. I'm going to watch the game. Let your classmate call me if something happens."

There were only the two of them left in the infirmary, so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, Pei Yu said, "Then I'm leaving too, Han Zhe and Jiang Le should come to you later."

"and many more--"

Lu Shaohang called him subconsciously, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

After waiting for a while, Pei Yu took the initiative to break the embarrassment: "You lost, remember our bet?"

When this was mentioned, Lu Shaohang was not very happy.

"You're lucky." He took a deep breath, raised his head again, and looked at Pei Yu: "I don't wish to admit defeat, I admit it."

Pei Yu smiled and sat back in the chair: "Tell me, why did you bump into me at the finish line just now? Is it an accident, or is it unconvinced?"

"..." Lu Shaohang pressed his stabbing ankle, and said in a low voice, "I sprinted hard, and I didn't stop."

"Oh," Pei Yu nodded, and asked again: "Then why are you angry when I say I will carry you on my back?"

Lu Shaohang: "...I didn't."

"The eyes can breathe fire, but the mouth is still stubborn?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Lu Shaohang's eyes: "I treat you like a chicken, are you happy?"

Pei Yu laughed out loud: "So I was angry about this, that's what I said, you have to be 1.8 meters tall, and you have nothing to do with chickens."

For some reason, Lu Shaohang became even more angry.

Seeing his handsome face turn red and white, Pei Yu felt inexplicably relieved, and wanted to tease him deliberately: "It's because I can't speak, so I should let you choose one from the back and the hug. What do you choose?"

There was a string in Lu Shaohang's heart, which broke with a "click".

The eyes of the two were glued together, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was indescribably subtle.

A heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

"Hang, are you okay!"

Before Han Zheren arrived, the voice came first, and the two people who were looking at each other lowered their heads in panic, and the ambiguity in the air quickly dissipated.

"Sail—"

Han Zhe led a group of people to push the door in. When he saw the ice pack on Lu Shaohang's ankle, Liu Jiayang let out a "wow" and threw himself to the side of the hospital bed and began to fake cry.

"My brother Hang, what can I do with this?!"

Pei Yu moved the chair aside to make room for him to perform.

Lu Shaohang was so troubled that his temples hurt suddenly, if it wasn't for the pain in his feet, he really wanted to kick him out.

"Your feet are swollen like this. You can't run the 3000 meters in the afternoon. Isn't this killing me? Oh, hello..."

Jiang Le said with a smile: "As for it, if it doesn't work, our class will abstain."

"That's not so good. The long-distance running has quotas for every grade and class in the whole school. If you abstain, our class will have no grades. It's not good. And I think Miss Minmin will be criticized by then." Liu Jiayang bitterly said Zhang face, and sighed: "Then I won't have a good life."

Han Zhe said: "I have submitted the entry list, what else can I do? Can I change people?"

"Tell the teacher, it should be fine. But it's 3000 meters, I can't run down anyway." Liu Jiayang glanced around, "Who can come to the rescue?"

Han Zhe looked at the sky, Jiang Le looked at the ground, and the others looked at each other, pretending not to hear the words.

"I knew you all had this kind of virtue!" Liu Jiayang hugged Lu Shaohang's injured foot with a look of displeasure.

At this time, Pei Yu suddenly said: "Since there is no one, I'll run."

Everyone turned their gazes to the corner beside the hospital bed, especially Liu Jiayang, who looked at Pei Yu as if he were looking at an angel.

"Brother, Brother Yu! You are my real brother!"

Pei Yu signaled him to stop, glanced at Lu Shaohang, and then said to Liu Jiayang: "Your brother is a bit too much."

Liu Jiayang doesn't care so much, as long as he can participate in the 3000 meters, that is his brother.

Now it's dinner time, it's time for him to show his loyalty.

"Brother Yu, I've paid for all lunch and dinner, please sit still, I'll call you back from the cafeteria right now."

"No, I'll eat by myself." Pei Yu got up and walked out.

"Then let's go together," Han Zhe talked about the dinner, "We won the 100-meter race and the relay race this morning, let's have a meal together to celebrate, hanghang, you should lie down here, and we will bring you back later .”

Lu Shaohang let out a muffled "hmm".

When everyone left the infirmary, he suddenly fell on his back on the bed, and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh—"

Before the end was finished, Pei Yu's laughter came from the door, and he froze.

"You haven't forgotten about the bet, have you?"

Lu Shaohang sat up with a cold face, pretending to be calm: "I haven't forgotten, just tell me."

Pei Yu looked at his messy hair and smiled deeper.

"When I run 3000 meters for you in the afternoon, please cheer me on."