let loose

Jiang Zhou turned a page of the book and filtered the formulas he had just read in his mind, but found that he didn't remember a single letter.

y=cotx and then what?

Jiang Zhou frowned slightly, trying to block out the noisy environment and crowds around him, and trying even harder to ignore the person beside him who was quietly playing with his mobile phone but had a lot of sense of presence.

It's useless, this is the first time this happened to him.

Jiang Zhou suddenly felt restless. He seemed to be being controlled by Song Mian. Even though Song Mian didn't make any sound at the moment, all he could not get rid of was Song Mian's firm eyes in the infusion room, and those few words of determination. like me.

He narrowed his eyes, turned the book back to the previous page, and continued to look at the formula.Oh, so it's f'[g(x)]=f'(g)×g'(x), what a simple derivation formula, but I didn't recite it.

Jiang Zhou pinched the center of his eyebrows helplessly, then rubbed the corners of his eyes, and went silent again, still not reciting the formula.

Gee.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking somewhat self-deprecatingly: From indifference to affection, it probably happened quietly.

It took 10 minutes for the message to be sent, and before the other party could reply, he was typing and was about to send, when he heard a burst of loud noises from behind, several successive calls made Director Huang startle Song Mian.

Looking back, I saw Lao Huang holding a thermos cup to pick up water from the water dispenser in class six. Song Mian quickly put the mobile phone into Jiang Zhou's sweater pocket, shaking her legs, and pretended to be casually brushing her broken bangs.

Jiang Zhou was still struggling with the formula, when he suddenly noticed that his left pocket sank, presumably Song Mian had accidentally put his phone in his pocket.Jiang Zhou stopped his thoughts and asked Song Mian what was going on with his eyes.

"I have to go to the competition right away, can you help me carry my phone for a while?" Song Mian propped her chin with one hand, eyes bent, "Boyfriend?"

Jiang Zhou: "..."

"Boyfriend" is a customary address between lovers who are in love with each other, and it is also the title given to him by Song Mian, which means that the relationship between the two has undergone a qualitative change since then.

Looking at each other for just two seconds, Jiang Zhou thought for a long time. He nodded and admitted his status, but did not speak.

Yang Luoluo enthusiastically took a piece of dove for Lao Huang, Lao Huang waved his hand and said no, and sent it to Director Li on the rostrum, he filled the water himself, saw Song Mian looking at him, walked over Look, "Yo, what did you do with your face? Got into a fight?"

Peng Yang was sitting two rows below Song Mian's feet, and turned his head in horror when he heard the words.

"Accidentally got cut by a blade," Song Mian caught a glimpse of Peng Yang's bewildered expression from the corner of the eye, and Song Mian wanted to laugh, half leaning on Jiang Zhou next to him, raised his eyebrows, "Wild or not?"

The old yellow face sank, "Wild fart, have you been beaten? You owe it! You deserve it! It's okay to suffer a little bit, and see if you dare to be lawless in the future."

After speaking, he fumbled into the pocket of his black suit and uniform jacket that had never changed for thousands of years, took out a tube of yellow ointment, and threw it into Song Mian's arms angrily: "If you have nothing to do, take it and wipe it, so as not to ruin your appearance." , only this face can still be seen from top to bottom.”

"Thank you, Director." Song Mian was flattered, picked up the ointment and looked at the instructions on the eye ointment, 'SG666, removes scars without leaving traces. '

"Hey, Lao Huang really has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. How come you didn't notice it usually." Zheng Qiran squatted down next to Song Mian, with a lollipop in his mouth, and his words were vague.

"The leaders of our school, he and Lao Li are the most humane." Peng Yang took two steps up, "The bald dipper is the most disgusting." He said and looked at Song Mian's injury, "Squad leader, your injury is really fine son?"

"It's something." Feeling a little hot, Song Mian tugged on the collar of his sweater, and said shamelessly, "You're so handsome."

Peng Yang: "..."

"Speak well, it's awkward." Jiang Zhou said behind him.

Song Mian glanced back from the corner of his eye, continued to twist, and replied, "Okay."

The competitions on the first day of the sports meeting were almost all sprint events, and the competitions in the afternoon were the men's and women's 100,200m, [-]m preliminaries and the long jump in the field competition.

The process is very fast, the senior group is compared first, followed by the second year, and then the third year.At the end of the preliminaries, they will immediately transfer back to the senior group for the finals.

In the track race, there was the 100-meter preliminaries first. The female representatives from classes six missed the final with a slight gap of 0.25 seconds. The male representatives were much stronger. Chu Qingci was in the first group in the preliminaries. Surprisingly, running on two legs is like a hot wheel, and running on the 1-meter track is like a gust of wind, and finally won the first place for the sixth class without any pressure.

"11 seconds 04, have you broken the record? Have you broken the record? What was the 100-meter record last year?" Lin Pingping was so excited that he supported Chu Qingci and ran more than ten meters.

"11 seconds 37! Last year," Zhang Jin took a glass of salt water and ran behind them, "Congratulations, you broke the record, Xiao Chu!"

"I'm awesome! Little Chuchu, I love you! Splashing waves!" Zheng Qiran thumped his legs crazily, rushed to the middle of the track, and waved in the direction of the stands of Class 6. handsome!"

"Handsome!" the girls shouted passionately.

"How handsome?"

"It's so handsome!"

The 100-meter race is the 200-meter preliminaries. Similarly, the higher group will run first.

Athletes have to go to the check-in office first, the check-in office is on the side of the radio station, at the entrance of the football field, Ye Qing's voice is caught in the crowd of voices from the high viewing stand: "Please hurry up to the check-in office for the 200-meter runners in the second grade Inspection, repeat, please come to the inspection office for the 200-meter runners in the second grade for inspection, and the inspection will stop after 10 minutes, repeat, and the inspection will stop after 10 minutes."

Song Mian slapped Chu Qingci, the door opener of class six, and told Zheng Qiran to stop talking nonsense before leaving, because he couldn't afford to lose that person.

Lin Pingping told him: "I heard that Zhao Xiaoyou also reported 200 meters. Take it easy, I'm afraid he will cheat you."

Song Mian didn't take it seriously, and pointed to the 360-degree seats all around the stands, "What kind of deceit can he do under the watchful eyes of everyone?"

Zheng Qiran said, "Be careful, this kid is full of shit, who knows if he will go crazy in front of the whole school."

"Don't worry," Song Mian glanced at Jiang Zhou, raised his chin, "If he doesn't go crazy, I will go crazy, and I will go crazy by stepping on him."

"Take first place, break the record, and hold hands with Chu Qingci on the podium." Lin Pingping said with a smile.

Jiang Zhou walked with Song Mian for a while, but non-athletes were not allowed to pass by the inspection office. Jiang Zhou was stopped outside the yellow line. He grabbed Song Mian's sweater hat and said, "Be careful when running, don't be brave." After a pause, he added: "Even if you run first, you are not allowed to hold hands with Chu Qingci."

"What will happen if you hold hands?"

Hearing Jiang Zhou's words that seemed to declare his sovereignty, Song Mian felt a touch of sweetness in his heart, but he still couldn't help but want to be a little demon.

"Punish you for not holding hands with me for a month."

Jiang Zhou said expressionlessly.

Song Mian's face collapsed, "Beep, I feel wronged."

Regardless of the girls next to her, who were secretly taking pictures, or who were taking photos in an upright manner, Song Mian tugged at the corner of Jiang Zhou's sweater that was exactly the same as her own, "I am wronged, you threatened me."

Grievance card. . .

Jiang Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then recalled the forgiveness cards Song Mian had sent in WeChat before, all kinds of cards.At that time, he felt that this child's play was quite good, but now, he was a little willing to do it.

"You can try it."

Unmoved by someone's coquettishness, the very principled Xueshen carried out the threat to the end with a cold, handsome face.

"Wait for me at the finish line." Song Mian said.

"Well," Jiang Zhou looked at him, "I'll wait for you."

At the inspection office, Ye Qing issued a number plate to Song Mian, saw a big gash on his face, and was startled, "What did you do with your face? Tsk, did you apply the medicine, why didn't you put a band-aid on it? Wait, I seem to have it in my bag."

"No band-aids, seal my appearance."

The number plate is made of cloth, and the edges are uneven, and countless pieces of cloth can be pulled out. Song Mian put her head down on the number plate.He was divided into the second group in the game, and the track was also on the second track, and the number was 0202.

"Am I so handsome?"

Ye Qing took out a cartoon bandage for a long time, it was still a cute Pikachu pattern, she forced it to Song Mian, "Not handsome! Go back and apply some medicine, don't get infected, don't wipe it with your hands if you sweat after running for a while do you know."

"I'm not handsome." Song Mian put the band-aid in his pocket, raised his hand and moved the hair band on his forehead, and moved the side with the black star pattern to the front, "Don't worry, I'm not stupid .”

Ye Qing glared at him angrily, "It's not stupid, but I don't think it's very smart, go ahead and run, if you run first, you'll have one extra day for next week's getaway."

"I haven't read it fluently yet, and I may not be able to recite it if you give me two more days." Song Mian said, "Or five days."

"Go, go," Ye Qing waved his hands away, "Let's talk about it after running first, pay attention to your injury."

Song Mian made an OK gesture, turned around and mixed in with the crowd of athletes, walking gracefully with her hands in her pockets.

The boy is tall, his back is slightly thin, and his shoulders are not broad when viewed from a distance, but he is indeed handsome, and his walking posture is ruffian, showing his conceit in his bones.

The starting point of the 200-meter race is on the side of the high school stand, and the end point is just in front of the stand of the second and fifth classes of high school, which is only two meters away from the sixth class.

Song Mian was in the second group, warming up casually with a group of boys and girls waiting to enter the track.

Zhao Xiaoyou and him are not in the same group. Zhao Xiaoyou is in the third runway of the first group. When Song Mian squatted down to tie his shoelaces, his eyes met Zhao Xiaoyou's, and the other party pouted.Song Mian could see the disdain in that guy's eyes every few tracks.

"whispering sound."

Song Mian rolled her eyes, tied her shoelaces tightly, and when she got up, she shaved her hair and smoothed back the broken bangs on her forehead.

"Wow--"

Song Mian took out a red wristband from the pocket of his sweater and put it on his right hand. He vaguely heard gasps and screams from the stands next to him. From Song Mian to the Gaoyi side, no matter what he did, he would always be able to There was a small noise.

With the firing of the starting gun, the first group of athletes popped out like arrow strings.The second group of athletes started to prepare, and Song Mian walked into the track.

"Hey, come on."

Suddenly, from the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the future school bully Lu Yan and his classmates sitting and waving at him.

"First."

Lu Yan made a mouth shape and raised an index finger at him.

Song Mian twisted the wristband on her hand, and gave him a thumbs up.

Coincidentally, the referee was Xu Chenglin, and Xu Chenglin raised an eyebrow at him, motioning him to squat down and get ready.

Song Mian squatted down and patted the newly bought C30 sneakers. His "comrade-in-arms" put his hands on his forehead and looked towards the finish line. Although it was quite far away, he still recognized Jiang Zhou at a glance. After all, his boyfriend is tall, has a good temperament, and is so handsome in black.

Song Mian's heart suddenly became hot.

"Get ready—"

Xu Chenglin held the starting gun and pointed it at the sky.

Song Mian concentrated, and could hear the excited voices of the first-grade juniors in his ears.

"Handsome guy on track two, come on!"

"No. 0202 black sweatpants, I pick you, the first one is yours!"

"Handsome guy with red hair, rush to the duck!"

boom--

The starting gun sounds.

The moment they started, Song Mian heard Ye Qing's voice echoing through the radio, echoing throughout the football field:

"Song Mian from Class 6, Grade [-], go ahead, come on, you are the best, I will give you five days to run the first getaway! Go, go!"

Teacher Ye was so excited, using public equipment for private use, that Song Mian was so scared that he almost didn't kneel down on the spot.Now it's all right, everyone in the school knows that Song Mian, who is in the second and sixth class of high school, has to rely on running first to get a grace period for her getaway.

When he started to run, he heard the sound of the wind blowing in the opposite direction, blowing Song Mian's short hair high, and the sound of cheering was louder and louder. In just half a circle, he felt as if half a year had passed.

Song Mian was running extremely fast, Tan Jun was waving the class flag of Class [-] to the left and right, the white cloth cover was fluttering in the wind, the girls in Class [-] shouted manly with high-pitched voices, Zheng Qiran and Lin Pingping mixed with each other, shouting, his expression was distorted.

At the finish line, Jiang Zhou pulled out his hand in his trousers pocket, and at a distance of five meters from the finish line of runway No. [-], with a smile on his lips, he opened his arms wide to meet his boyfriend who was running closer and closer. .

Wherever the boy running towards the sun brought a gust of wind, the red line pushed against his chest, Song Mian panted and continued to run forward for more than ten steps, and threw himself into the arms of his sweetheart head-on.

A strong impact came, and Jiang Zhou and Song Mian took several steps back together.

"I'm number one."

Song Mian raised her head and said.

The autumn sun is almost a decoration, the wind is still cold, the plastic lawn smells a little thick, the radio station is constantly reading refueling scripts, and the excited Zheng Qiran, Chu Qingci and others have gathered here.

Jiang Zhou said before those who were eager to tell the result: "Congratulations, Song Mian, you ran first."