Transfer Students

Lu Shaohang was lying in the infirmary, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

It seems that he has been poisoned by Pei Yu, his mind is full of his back running against the wind, his broad and powerful shoulders, and the joke of "back or hug".

"Puffpuffpuff—"

Ye Sijia poked half of her body through the crack of the door, and saw that Lu Shaohang was the only one inside, so she entered the room.

"What are you thinking about so preoccupied? I called you several times at the door."

Lu Shaohang shook his head and said listlessly, "Why are you here?"

"Look at you," Ye Sijia said, "The bump between you and Pei Yu in the morning was frightening to death. It's also thanks to him being your pad, otherwise you wouldn't have broken any bones when you fell."

"exaggerate."

"Why don't you believe it?" Ye Sijia handed him her mobile phone, "Look, I recorded this."

That 15-second video fully recorded their whole process from the start to the sprint. Lu Shaohang saw the scene where he crashed into Pei Yu's arms at the end. Earth, a proper disaster movie.

If Pei Yu hadn't hugged his waist to cushion him when he fell, he would have been able to grab the ground with his head, and the consequences would not have been as simple as sprained ankles and bruised arms.

"Is your foot okay? It seems a little swollen."

"Slight injury, it's all right now."

Lu Shaohang returned the phone to her and asked, "When will the 3000 meters start?"

"Hurry up, I just came to see you, and I'm going to cheer for Pei Yu later." Ye Sijia looked at the time, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"The smell of disinfectant is too bad, let's go."

"Then you wait for me, and I will help you."

Ye Sijia brought him back to the class base camp, which happened to be not far from the finish line of the 3000-meter race. Lu Shaohang moved a bench and sat next to the track. On the starting line 200 meters away, the contestants stood in several rows back and forth.

At first glance, it looks like running a marathon.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the contestants rushed towards us like a flood.For some reason, Lu Shaohang found Pei Yu in the crowd at a glance.

Then I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Pei Yu was wearing the white T-shirt of their class. When running, the breeze blew the T-shirt backwards, and the outline of his strong chest was faintly outlined.

Lu Shaohang remembered that one night before, he saw Pei Yu helping the noodle restaurant carry flour with his shirt off, and his mouth felt a little dry.

Ye Sijia sat on the side with him, and when Pei Yu passed in front of them, she stood up and cheered passionately.After the other party ran away, she sat down again, looking at Pei Yu's back with reluctance.

"Why do you think he likes me so much? He has a good figure and a good study. It's just that."

Lu Shaohang thought for a while, and then gently reminded her: "He doesn't like your type, stop dreaming."

"Oh," Ye Sijia looked at him, "Then what type does he like?"

"...It's not like you anyway."

Ye Sijia snorted: "Aren't you just saying it for nothing? But I didn't think about it, the handsome guy was right in front of me, and I didn't see it for nothing—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Pei Yu!

She stood up excitedly, grabbed Lu Shaohang's shoulders with both hands, swayed left and right, and almost jumped: "He passed two people again! So handsome, so handsome! How many laps is this?"

Lu Shaohang was shaken so hard by her that he wanted to vomit: "The fourth round, there is still half of it."

Ye Sijia didn't care about it, and let out another series of screams at the top of her throat. Lu Shaohang quickly pushed her back to her seat and said, "Bring a pen and paper, write your manuscript and send it to the rostrum for broadcasting. I can't stand it if you call me that."

"That's right!" Ye Sijia trotted to get a pen and paper, and brought a copy to Lu Shaohang when he came back, "Let's write together."

"You for me..."

"That won't work. They only helped you in the morning, so you have to write a copy yourself to make sense."

Ye Sijia handed him a pen and paper: "Write quickly, I'll hand it in when I'm done."

Lu Shaohang pulled off the cap of the pen reluctantly, but his head was empty, and he really couldn't think of any new words.

"I've finished writing two articles, why are you still free?" Ye Sijia was speechless.

Lu Shaohang glanced at the manuscript in her hand, eloquently, and couldn't help laughing: "Why didn't you write like this when you were writing?"

"Then you have to ask the invigilator why you don't shave your beard and dress handsomely, so as to give me inspiration." Ye Sijia didn't want to make trouble with him again, "Hurry up and write, after the competition is over, people won't read the manuscript .”

"You pay first, don't wait for me."

"That won't work! Write it quickly, hurry up!"

Lu Shaohang was annoyed by her urging, so he could only bury his head in writing, but Ye Sijia was dissatisfied with what he squeezed out under perfunctory manner.

She leaned very close, wishing she could start writing for him.

"If you say one more word, I won't write it..."

Before he finished speaking, a towel fell from the sky and covered Lu Shaohang's head tightly.

Ye Sijia's scream exploded from his ears again. He removed the slightly wet towel and looked up, only to see Pei Yu's back.

Lu Shaohang pursed his lips tightly, lowered his head and wrote a few strokes on the paper, then stuffed the towel together with the manuscript into Ye Sijia's hand: "Here you are."

Ye Sijia looked at it, not to mention the short text, and didn't even write the name of the class.

But Lu Shaohang's complexion was not very good, and he looked preoccupied. She didn't want to bother him anymore, so she added a few words to him on her own initiative, and then trotted all the way to the radio station.

Towards the end of the competition, most of the contestants have exhausted their physical strength, and only those who have been leading are still sprinting hard for the ranking.

Crowds began to gather on both sides of the track, cheering for the players in their respective classes.

Pei Yu's name also began to hit Lu Shaohang's eardrums frantically.

When he looked back, it was Liu Jiayang who led the temporary cheerleading team in his class to cheer for Pei Yu near the finish line.

Lu Shaohang stood up, his eyes fixed on the last corner.

I was a little nervous.

"I'm coming--!"

Someone yelled, and people on both sides of the track turned their heads to look. Lu Shaohang thought the crowded heads in front of him were an eyesore, so he stepped onto the track directly.

The first thing that caught my eye was the simple white T-shirt 200 meters away.

"You are heroic; you are courageous!

The heart beats for you, the blood boils for you..."

The cheering script was read on the radio at the right time, impassioned, cadenced, and the atmosphere of the game became more and more enthusiastic.

"...Victory is just ahead, Pei Yu, the finish line is waiting for you!"

The sound of cheering around was louder and louder, and Lu Shaohang's ears and mind were already filled with the name Pei Yu.

Everything is like slow motion in a movie.

He saw Pei Yu striding towards him, exuding vigor and vitality that he had never seen before.Suddenly, Pei Yu raised his hand, and before he could react, the gentle and powerful heel of his palm pressed his forehead.

There was a pat on the head.

The moment he passed by, he heard Pei Yu chuckle unsteadily: "You're really obedient."

Lu Shaohang stood there dumbfounded, the strands of hair on his forehead were messed up by Pei Yu.

It wasn't until a burst of cheers erupted behind him that he came back to his senses.

He stood outside the crowd and watched Pei Yu being thrown up by a dozen big boys cheering, his forehead felt hot for a while.

Ye Sijia sighed and complained: "What's the matter with the radio station? I read your manuscript and not mine. My writing is much better than yours..."

Lu Shaohang blinked and looked back.

"What's yours and mine?"

"Didn't you hear the radio station read it? Lu Shaohang, Class 2, Senior Three." Ye Sijia rolled his eyes at him, "You just wrote "waiting for you" in two big characters, and the rest of the content was written by me! If you don’t choose me, you’re really drunk.”

"Oh," Lu Shaohang said lightly, "Maybe I think you talk too much nonsense."

Ye Sijia was stunned for a moment before realizing: "Hey! Where are you going?"

"My foot hurts, go home."

"There will be an 800-meter relay race later."

Lu Shaohang waved his hands without looking back, and left the playground quickly, not even attending the class dinner at night.

He climbed into bed early, but didn't feel sleepy. When he closed his eyes, all he could think of was the image of Pei Yu running towards him, and even the warm touch of the other's fingertips passing through his hair was still fresh in his memory.

Unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning, he reached for the phone next to the pillow, opened and closed all the apps one by one, and finally found Han Zhe in his WeChat contacts, hoping to pass the time of insomnia with this chatterbox.

But Han Zhe didn't respond to messages for a long time, so Lu Shaohang could only call him.

As soon as he got connected, he heard Jiang Le singing in the background sound like crying and howling.

"Hello? Shaohang! Hurry up and come out to karaoke, you are the only one missing!" Han Zhe shouted at the top of his voice.

Lu Shaohang frowned, and raised his voice: "What time is it still singing?"

"It's not even ten o'clock, and tomorrow is the weekend, so you don't have to get up early." Han Zhe said, "I'll send you the address, come here quickly."

Lu Shaohang asked: "Who is there?"

"Ah?" Han Zhe didn't understand why he asked so suddenly, "Just the people in our class, didn't they get good grades in the sports meeting? Everyone came out to get together and celebrate. Ye Zi said that your feet hurt, so I didn't call you... ..."

"Pei Yu is here?"

"He is here, he is the great contributor to winning two championships, he must be here."

"……Oh."

Han Zhe waited for a long time but did not hear back, thinking that the inexplicable cold war between him and Pei Yu was still going on this week, so he persuaded: "Come on, let's give each other a step down. Otherwise, staying at home by yourself will be boring. "

Lu Shaohang got up from the bed and began to put on his clothes.

When he went downstairs to put on his shoes in the hallway, he suddenly found that he was wearing two socks of different colors.

The balloon in his chest that was full of emotions was suddenly punctured by this needle.

He stood against the wall for a moment, then turned and went upstairs, threw his favorite coat aside, fell back on the bed and did not move.