Let go of the past

Li Ziqing waited idly against the outer wall of the dressing room for almost 10 minutes. During this time, several waves of people came in and out, but Ji Bing was never seen.He began to glance at the track anxiously. Not long after the gunfire of the first round of the race, some athletes passed by his eyes from time to time, and they had already completed a lap in the blink of an eye.

The contestants in the second round had already formed a team and moved towards the starting point. Li Ziqing turned around and plunged into the locker room, turned to the aisle of the left compartment without even looking, and called out uncertainly: "Ji Bing?"

"What are you doing there?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind, Li Ziqing turned his head in surprise, and saw Ji Bing standing at the entrance of the right compartment, looking at him meaningfully and saying, "There is a girl over there." locker room."

"..." Li Ziqing turned around abruptly and walked back, his face was slightly hot, and he muttered in his mouth: "...Aren't men on the left and women on the right normally?"

"It depends on what you use as a reference. Your left is the right of the locker room." Ji Bing couldn't help but laugh.

"...Shouldn't people be the center?" Li Ziqing argued hard.

"The organizing committee probably didn't expect that there would be people who couldn't understand the sign." Ji Bing said, pointing to the five big characters above the other party's head—Women's Dressing Room.

Li Ziqing: "..."

Ji Bing handed him the handbag containing the clothes in a natural movement, and waited for more than a second. Seeing Li Ziqing looking at him suspiciously, he raised his chin and said slowly: "Volunteer, take it."

Li Ziqing took the bag, and felt that this guy was using him as his nanny for a moment. He couldn't help but think about it, so he made a joke that boys usually tell: "It takes so long to change clothes. I almost thought you were jerking off inside."

Ji Bing's stunned expression flashed past, and then he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "This time is just right for changing clothes, and it's a bit short for masturbation."

A few girls happened to pass by, and when they heard the metaphorical dirty words of the two boys, they quickened their pace and ran away blushing.

The two walked side by side towards the starting point. Li Ziqing turned his head to look at Ji Bing who was calm and calm as if he was walking on a runway, and asked him, "Don't you need to warm up first?"

"It just got hot in there."

Li Ziqing returned the meaningful eyes, and Ji Bing added in time: "...didn't masturbate."

When the two arrived at their positions, they saw the referee teacher counting people one by one with a list, and six or seven names passed by, only to hear him shout to the crowd: "Grade [-], Class [-], Ji Bing."

"Here we come." Ji Bing stretched his arms, followed the instructions and walked to the outermost runway.

Ready, the referee blows the whistle to signal, Ji Bing squats down to make a starting motion, squints his eyes and looks straight ahead, the lines of his bones and muscles are smooth and powerful, elegant and full of aggression, backlighting vaguely from the side, it looks like a dog locked on its prey. Black Panther ready to go.

"Ji Bing, come on! Ji Bing, come on!" Ji Bing's support team, which had been spontaneously organized by a girls' group, stood nearby. The cheers almost overwhelmed the referee's command whistle, and the referee waved at them sternly. Make a silent gesture.

"cut."

"anthomaniac."

The male compatriots around all made same-sex repulsion one after another in unison.

With the sound of a gunshot, the lingering sound was still circling, but Ji Bing pulled away from the others in an instant. Taking advantage of his long legs, he rushed to the leading position in the blink of an eye. The girls even started screaming and cheering desperately, and a few aggressive ones even chased Ji Bing across the lawn and shouted cheers all the way.

Li Ziqing retreated to stand in the shade under the rostrum, with Ji Bing's mobile phone and watch in his school uniform pocket, and Ji Bing's clothes bag in his hand. The moving figure looked around for half a circle, then lowered its head and kicked its feet in boredom.

"Li Ziqing!" A cheery girl rang in his ears, Li Ziqing looked up and saw that Su Mei was running towards him, waving her forearms vigorously.

"Do you have a competition?" Su Mei ran in front of him, raised her head with her hands behind her back, and looked at him with a smile on her face: "Then I will cheer for you!"

Li Ziqing smiled and shook his head: "No comparison." Then he raised the bag in his hand: "I am logistics."

"What did you take?" Su Mei's curiosity was aroused, and she glanced into the bag twice with probing eyes.

"The clothes of the athletes in our class."

Su Mei let out an oh first, and after a moment of reaction, she suddenly looked up at Li Ziqing, and asked in surprise, "Would it be Ji Bing's?"

"En." Li Ziqing nodded, then raised his chin towards the distance, and said casually, "Isn't he running?"

Su Mei was caught off guard and snatched the bag from Li Ziqing's hand, and said ecstatically, "God helped me!"

Li Ziqing was taken aback by her sudden movement. After a while, he stretched out his hand to her, and said with a slightly serious face: "Stop making trouble, you are not in our class, give me the clothes."

"I voluntarily join the logistics department of your class." Su Mei hugged her clothes tightly, as if a soldier was holding on to the last position, with a fearless revolutionary expression on her face, "You can safely leave the clothes to me to protect!"

Li Ziqing felt a pain in his head, so he had to deliberately sell miserably: "Give it to me quickly, I don't want to be scolded by Ji Bing in a while."

"Wow." Su Mei said expectantly: "What does Ji Bing swear at? I think it must be cool!"

Li Ziqing: "..."

"Su Mei." During the stalemate between the two, another female classmate ran over, she seemed to be in the same class as Su Mei, but she complained about where you had gone when she came, and then she noticed Li Ziqing next to her, His eyes lit up, and he asked Su Mei gossipingly: "He is your boyfriend? He's pretty good~"

"No, no." Su Mei hugged her clothes bag and shook her head like a rattle, "My prospective boyfriend is Ji Bing."

The female classmate seemed to be used to it, and smiled helplessly: "Are you still thinking about Ji Bing?" While talking, she noticed the thing she was clinging to tightly, and asked curiously: "What is it in your hand?"

"Ji Bing's clothes." Li Ziqing answered for her, looked up at Ji Bing's last half lap on the track, looked away and said with a headache, "Then you take it first, I'll get water."

"Okay, okay." Su Mei hurriedly agreed.

Li Ziqing walked under the rostrum and walked towards the class's temporary supply station. When he arrived, he found that Xiao Kaicheng was nowhere to be seen, only a female student was standing there, and she was writing a press release for the class competition with her head down.

"Where is the mineral water?" Li Ziqing searched around but couldn't find it, so he asked the female classmate.

"Ah, the squad leader led some boys to move." The female classmate answered him quickly, "I've been away for a while, and I think I'll be back soon. You can wait here."

Li Ziqing had no choice but to see that Ji Bing had reached the finish line for the first time on the track, so he turned around and went back the same way.

Ji Bing refused the sports drinks of various flavors offered by several female students, and walked towards Li Ziqing, noticing that his hands were empty, and asked him in a daze, "Where are my clothes?"

"It's at Su Mei's place." Li Ziqing said apologetically, while quickly searching for Su Mei's shadow, "I was snatched away by her inadvertently, I'm really sorry."

Ji Bing looked at him for a few seconds with neither anger nor joy, and then slowly asked, "Is there any water?"

Li Ziqing looked at him again, with an even more apologetic face, "The mineral water from our class hasn't been brought here yet, no, I'll go to the outside class to get two bottles first."

"No need." Ji Bing said lightly, then turned around, Xie Jiaqi suddenly ran over from an unknown direction, handed the towel and sports drink to Ji Bing, panting and said with a smile: "I know you I was looking for it, and ran over in a hurry.”

Ji Bing took the towel from her hand and wiped off his sweat, then twisted off the lid of the drink and took a few sips with his head up. Raw sexiness.

Xie Jiaqi looked at him quietly from the side, with a bright look on her face like a girl's first love.

Li Ziqing stood next to the two awkwardly and guiltily, not knowing whether to go or stay for a moment, and was making a Hamlet decision in his heart, when he heard Su Mei's voice sound like heaven.

"I'm coming!"

Su Mei ran over with a clothes bag in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, but when she saw Xie Jiaqi standing beside Ji Bing, her footsteps stopped suddenly, with an expression of sadness and loss that could not be concealed. .

Li Ziqing walked over and took the bag of clothes from her hand, stretched out his hand and patted her on the shoulder, comforted her softly and said: "Where there is no grass in the end of the world, look away."

Su Mei raised her head and looked at the tall and thin boy in front of her, she pursed her mouth and sucked her nose, then reached out and pulled the corner of his school uniform, and whispered, "Thank you, Li Ziqing."

After seeing off Su Mei, who had been broken in love for the second time, Li Ziqing turned around and walked to Ji Bing, took out his watch and mobile phone from his pocket, handed them to him together with the clothes bag, smiled guiltily and said, "Return to the original owner." Yes, let's check."

Ji Bing glanced at him calmly, reached out to take it, brushed his shoulder without saying a word and walked towards the locker room.

"Ji Bing is angry." Xie Jiaqi came over and said this sensitively, then looked at Li Ziqing with worry and suspicion in his eyes: "Did you two quarrel?"

Li Ziqing explained helplessly: "I'm probably to blame for leaving his clothes to others for safekeeping."

Xie Jiaqi was even more surprised when she heard the words, she shook her head and said, "He is not such a fussy person."

Li Ziqing was also stunned to follow, Xie Jiaqi smiled immediately, "Forget it, it must be something else, I'm going back to our class, goodbye."

After Xie Jiaqi finished speaking, she waved to Li Ziqing, then turned and left.

Li Ziqing looked at the location of the locker room, and raised his foot to walk there, but he changed direction halfway and walked towards the location of the class supply station.

Halfway through the walk, someone suddenly slapped his shoulder heavily from behind. Li Ziqing had no time to turn around, and then a bottle of unopened water was stuffed into his hand, and then he heard Ji Bing's voice say faintly: "Drink, Isn't there no water in the class?"

Li Ziqing was stunned, looking at Ji Bing with a short-circuited brain, and did not move or speak.

The expression on Ji Bing's face finally eased, and the specious smile of the past appeared again, and he said to him: "The volunteers are not very competent, and the athletes need to take care of you."

Li Ziqing whispered in embarrassment: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ji Bing reciprocated, and then added: "4X100-meter relay race, work hard."

Li Ziqing was taken aback for another moment, and after shaking his head, he said in surprise: "You threw the note to me?"

Ji Bing let out a groan, and it was the first time that he saw an inconceivable surprised expression on his face: "Your brain is not working well, so the handwriting looks like me, right?"

"..." Li Ziqing glanced at him speechlessly, "No wonder your Chinese is not good, my accent is on 'I', which means I thought you threw it to someone else."

Ji Bing couldn't understand even more, "Who else? Who else can there be besides you?"

"Bai Lisheng, Li Ru."

Ji Bing: "...I still feel that your brain is not working well."