Eros kisses Psyche

The registration for the sports meeting is about to close, and the counselor held a mobilization meeting to criticize this group of art students who are always pretending to be weak in sports competitions: "Our school! It has been at the bottom of the school sports meeting for several years in a row Can everyone stand up this year, win glory for our Academy of Fine Arts, and get rid of the hat of the sick man of the Academy of Fine Arts!"

There was a lack of confidence in the bottom: "No—can—"

The counselor hates iron and steel: "We are engaged in art! We also need to have a strong body! Only a sound body can convey the spirit of art! Look at you, everyone looks like Lin Daiyu!"

Someone muttered and retorted: "Lin Daiyu is not engaged in art, but in literature."

The counselor slapped the table: "You are not even as good as the Faculty of Arts! The Faculty of Liberal Arts has thrown off the hat of the sick man of East Asia! Take a look! Take a look! Only a few people signed up? Can't our Academy of Fine Arts thrive?!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced around by himself. To be honest, those who engage in art can let go, dare to wear colorful things on their bodies, and their ears are pierced one by one. Not as likely as a female.

He finally said earnestly: "However, our school still has students who actively sign up and develop morally, intellectually, physically and aesthetically. We should learn from these students! Did you also take the initiative to sign up for the 5000-meter long-distance race, which has left many colleges and departments empty windows? Everyone applauds Xu, encourages his spirit of not being afraid of difficulties, and wins glory for our college!"

Xu Budie, who was catching up with the picture, felt the eyes of the people around him, and raised his blank eyes from the tablet: "?"

That's 5000 meters!The Academy of Maths will cry, the Academy of Chemistry will abstain, the Academy of Arts looks up to the sky, and the Academy of Economics pretends nothing happened to the 5000 meters. The school once wanted to cancel it and change it to a 5000 meters of fun sports!Now, someone from the Academy of Fine Arts took it down!Even if it's just running, it's enough to comfort you for being the bottom one for so many years!

The students all showed expressions of admiring the warriors and responded with warm applause.

Xu Budui squinted his eyes, and saw Bai Mengmeng clasped his hands in the distance, sticking out his tongue, bowing to him.

Jing Jianian laughed unceremoniously: "I have to say something fair. You told people yourself that what is lacking should be made up for. The most lacking thing is 5000 meters..."

Xu Budie turned to look at him slowly: "5000 meters, is it difficult?"

5000 meters.For a food delivery practitioner who once averaged more than 20 steps per day... I can't say how fast I can run, but it's no problem to run down.And it certainly wouldn't be too slow. At that time, he had to catch up with the order, and he also rushed up to the 5000th floor in one breath.However, the phrase "[-] meters, is it difficult" that was publicly stated at the mobilization meeting was immediately popular because it was too Versailles, and was cited as a golden sentence by the Academy of Fine Arts. Now that the race is approaching, it is often received by other departments. In the letter of war, everyone imitated his tone and said lightly, "XXX, is it difficult?"

Because of the bereaved cat in the fire before, Xu Budie is now considered a half-celebrity in the school. After all, others don't know who did it, and the people in this school can't hide it; he and Jing Jianian also made a small fortune from this , I have accumulated a lot of channels in the early stage, and it can be said that I have completed the accumulation of original funds, and I can start thinking about starting my own business. Xu Budie has been thinking about how to make money all day long, so in class, Mr. Xu and Boss Xu yelled in private .This time people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong, and because of the rising popularity, "Fan" has gone beyond the realm, and "Xu Fanti" is everywhere on the school forum, which also makes this project that no one pays attention to and is almost banned. It has turned into an open and dark arrow between several courtyards: Heh, when will the Academy of Fine Arts dare to show up? My Daxin Academy has monopolized the award for two years, and it is bound to win the third consecutive hegemony this year!

Let's see how the little girl in your Academy of Fine Arts who can't even form a football team runs 5000 meters. Don't you know that 5000 meters is a regular training program for our academy football team?

The Academy of Fine Arts has never felt so angry, what's the matter, what the hell do you muscular straight men know?My brain is full of muscles!Don't you know that real strength is beautiful, strong, gentle yet hidden?

There was a sneer on the other side, huh?Where is the strength?By the way, I posted a photo of a training run, which recorded the state of a big man covered in sweat...and a chronograph in his hand, showing that he ran within 20 minutes.

The Academy of Fine Arts also sneered, huh?Where is the strength?I also posted a picture. I don’t know who took Xu Budie secretly. The Academy of Fine Arts has its own art plus natural light and shadow photography skills. This picture is like a small fresh idol drama. It is amazing that the male god is by my side .

There was no sound from the other side, or maybe the sound was also drowned out, because the only reply was the rooster crowing: "Where can I see this little brother! I won't be up on the day of the sports meeting!"

During the 5000-meter race, there was a sea of ​​people in the auditorium.Xu Budie didn't expect that he could cause such a big commotion even if he took off his coat. He wore standard track and field "hooligan pants" that are convenient for running. Follow him to take three-way shots.

Reporters from the school's news agency surrounded him and took pictures of him aboveboard, while interviewing: "Does Xu have the confidence to make a good start for the Academy of Fine Arts?"

——That's right, up to now, their academy hasn't won any championship yet.

"No." Xu Budie flatly refused.How could he have time for any kind of training, the pure natural wild grows, the physical fitness is completely beaten by the society, and no one has done any corrective training such as movement, endurance, breathing, etc., and he is not interested.After all, he didn't make any money, so he was able to come to the competition because he thought he had "stained" Bai Mengmeng's "reputation" and forced her to be his girlfriend for a while, in order to make up for it.

"Hahahaha, student Xu is really eclectic..."

Xu Budie didn't care what they said. Anyway, he warmed up casually, and then ran according to the starting sound in a lacklustre manner - he didn't get ahead, he didn't fall behind, and he looked very relaxed.This amount of exercise is really nothing in the amount of tasks that are dozens of orders a day.

huh, huh, huh-

All around my ears are the echoes of my heart and lungs' high-intensity operation and breathing pulsation.

As he ran, he couldn't see other people in front of him, couldn't hear the extra noise, but entered into a very comfortable rhythm—a rhythm he was used to and could completely control.In this rhythm, everything becomes simple and obvious.He can see the movement of the stopwatch, the receding of the surrounding scenery, the shortening of the distance, the achievement of the goal; man is but a screw, a machine working at full capacity.

He has always been used to this rhythm, until a person appeared, broke into his field of vision, disrupted his pace, chewed his breath, the blood would rush back to his head, and his heartbeat would be like a panic attack The strings are sometimes eager to encourage hasty progress, and sometimes cringe with colic.Boom, boom, it hurts my ribs, it's like a bird locked in my chest, it doesn't flutter like you want it to.

You have to put your palms together.It is alive, hot, painful, and rhythmless, as if it will fly out as soon as it opens its mouth.

Missing's back suddenly appeared in front of him, it didn't seem to be very far away, he even turned around and smiled, walking around and waiting for him, but he couldn't catch up.Xu Budie suddenly remembered the night when he was drunk, and he was the same, chasing a figure from drunk to sober.

I have been running desperately until now, have I caught up with you, got closer to you, and got closer?

Seeing that the back was within reach, she couldn't help reaching out, wanting to grab his collar, hold his arm, and let him take a good look at herself.how am i nowIs there any growth?You bet so much on me, have I let you down?

But the fingertips only touched a mass of hot air, and the phantom was like a reflection in water, and it disappeared completely after being hit by him.Immediately came the scorching wind, the scorching rubber runway, and the sound suddenly sounded like the volume key being turned to the maximum gear. The bell of the final 1000-meter reminder wrapped in the loud cheers from the stands, as if a huge race in summer Clouds of clouds are coming.

"School of Scholastics! Scholar's No. [-]! Hold on, hold on!!!"

"Manage the Academy! The Academy is amazing!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Wow ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Bai Mengmeng said you won, she promises you with your body!!!"

"Shut up! Mr. Xu doesn't have that kind of worldly hobbies!" Jing Jianian said hoarsely, "Whoever shouts at him loudly, just say he won, I will definitely persuade my dad to inject 100 million, 100 million is waving to you Xu total!"

Only the stands of the Academy of Fine Arts did not have uniform slogans, only chaos and squabbling, but everyone who had no love for sports couldn't help rushing to the first row uncontrollably as the final heat became intense.

Xu Budie just glanced at it amusedly - it was surging like a wave, so no matter how reluctant it looked, there was no one in the world who didn't want to win.

But with such a short glance, he seemed to see a familiar figure again... Standing high in the stands, among the crowd, he was also laughing and shouting with others, obviously so noisy that all the voices gathered into a misty smoke-like In the midst of the loud noise, he was clearly seen laughing and heard him say:

Come on.

On the last lap, Mr. Xu suddenly broke out.

Suddenly, an inexplicable force gushed out of his body.Hurry up, hurry up, going to the finish line is no longer a task, no longer a race schedule, but a desire to rush out, it is the wings of a bird with a beating heart that swells out from the gap in the ribs, piercing The broken back stretched impatiently.

There is nothing else in sight, no chronograph, no opponent, no finish line.Someone shouted something in the ear, and all the cheers sounded extremely far away.A representative of a department met him at the finish line, and he almost tripped over something hanging on his body. He grabbed the towel they had draped over him, and continued running forward without stopping.

He ran straight out of the exit, pushed himself into the stands with one hand, beads of sweat slid from his jaw line to his chest, his eyes flickered around in the sea of ​​people, where is he?

"Procedure--"

A pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the preparation room behind him, one just covering his mouth, turning the rest of the name into moist hot air between his fingers; the other hand wrapped around his waist and pushed him backwards. With a drag, he crashed into a familiar embrace.

"Shh."

The door closed gently in front of him.He closed his eyes, twisted his waist in that familiar embrace, his sweaty body was like a swimming fish, waiting to be caught in a long-awaited kiss.

This is the end point he wants to reach.