Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

Chen Putao obviously seemed to be stunned, he still hadn't recovered, "1000 meters?"

He pointed at himself, not sure, "Me?"

The sports commissioner seemed to have exhausted all his acting skills, his small eyes opened wide, he grabbed Chen Putao's shoulders, lowered his head, trying to force out a few tears, but failed.

He is tall and thick, with sinews all over his body, a short thick neck, and a wide face. It is really embarrassing to put on such a pitiful appearance now.

It's disgusting.

So Chen Putao saw a horrifying scene.

"Gao Kaichang, put your expression back," Ji Yichuan impatiently stretched out his hand to knock away the hand on Chen Putao's shoulder from the sports committee, and said sarcastically, "It makes me want to slap you."

The veins on his forehead twitched vigorously, his distorted expression was slightly retracted, but he still put on a fake smile like a wolf grandmother, the back of his hand that Ji Yichuan had just slapped was a little red, he blew and hissed Twice: "Chen Putao, please do me a favor."

Chen Putao frowned. He was quite correct about himself. At his own level, running 1000 meters would definitely kill half of his life.

There was no other way, Chen Putao could only shake his head and refuse, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape."

"It's okay, the most important thing is to participate. Just let me apply for someone's head. It can't be empty." The sports commissioner put his hands together and pleaded in the posture of worshiping Buddha, "If I hadn't already applied for the other three items, I would definitely Participate in this 1000m."

The Sports Committee has its own ideas. Nansong’s star event is the sprint, and the 100m and 200m are the two most famous. Therefore, in the sports meeting, teachers and students from all walks of life will pay more attention to the sprint. In contrast, long-distance running seems a bit insignificant.

The Sports Commissioner gritted his teeth, thinking that he was so strong that he would definitely participate in the sprint, and show off in front of the teachers and students of the whole school, attracting a lot of attention, and there are too few people who pay attention to the long-distance running, so just find someone to hang around.

But he is very worried now, what if there is no one in the 1000 meters, and the old class gets himself to participate in the 1000 meters?He must kill this possibility in the cradle!

"Chen Putao, please, can I call you daddy?" The sports committee squatted down, pouted pitifully and looked at Chen Putao sitting on the chair.

The sports committee's expression was too pitiful, Chen Putao was a little soft-hearted, he pressed the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth, and was a little uncertain for a while.

"Just report your name. It doesn't matter whether you finish the run or not. There are not many people watching long-distance running." Cheng Zan interrupted, "Those who participate in sprinting like me are the focus of the Nansong Games."

Cheng Zan participated in the 200-meter race. He was filling out the registration form and didn't even lift his head when he said this.

After hearing this, Chen Putao thought about it, and felt that this matter was not a big deal, so she nodded and agreed, "That's fine."

"I love you so much!" The sports committee couldn't help screaming, but because of Wang Zhong who was playing with his mobile phone on the podium, the screaming quickly faded away, and the excitement couldn't disappear. He stretched out his arms, wanting to Give Chen Putao a big hug.

The sports committee reacted too fiercely, and Chen Putao couldn't laugh or cry, "Give me a registration form."

Ji Yichuan next to him didn't know when he stood up, covering the sunlight seeping from the window sill, the light in front of him suddenly disappeared, he was taken aback, his outstretched arm stopped in the distance, and he couldn't move.

Ji Yichuan reached out and grabbed it.

He leaned over and said with a smile, "I want to sign up too."

"You?" The sports committee was a little uncertain, "Ji Yichuan, do you want to participate too?"

In his impression, Ji Yichuan was not interested in the sports meeting at all, he had never seen him at the sports meeting, but one evening, when the sports meeting was about to end, he saw him come in from outside the school over the wall.

Good guy, the sports committee still remembers Ji Yichuan's gesture of propping up his hands and jumping his feet, which is so chic.

Facing the suspicion in front of him, Ji Yichuan stretched out his hand, "Give me the registration form."

"What event are you applying for? Let me remind you in advance. Now there are only 1000 meters and 4×100 left. Which one do you want to apply for?" The sports committee took out a registration form from his pocket, "Ji Ge, why don't you apply for 4×100 , with you, Class Seven will definitely be number one."

"I'll quote one thousand."

"Okay, 4×, eh? 1000 meters???" The sports committee felt a little overwhelmed, he really didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to report [-] meters.

Ji Yichuan looked down at the registration form in Chen Putao's hand, as if he had confirmed something, he nodded and said, "One thousand."

"Don't! It's better to report 4×100."

"No." Ji Yichuan snatched the registration form, expressionless, "Participate in 4×100?"

He paused, tilted his head and thought about it, and finally clicked his tongue, "No, 4×100 is so annoying."

Xu Shi could see that Ji Yichuan really didn't like 4×100, and the sports committee didn't dare to persuade him too much. After all, it was a surprise that Chen Putao and Ji Yichuan could participate in the 1000m.

You can't be too greedy.

The body committee left cheerfully, leaving behind a tangled Chen Putao.

Chen Putao looked at the half-written registration form in front of him, then turned to look at the registration form in Ji Yichuan's hand beside him, wondering whether he should continue to fill it out or not.

After hesitating for a while, Chen Putao decided to attack head-on, "You also offer a thousand?"

Ji Yichuan shook the paper in his hand, the paper vibrated violently and made a trembling sound that cut through the air. He glanced at the 'registration project: 1000 meters' on it, showing a childish complacency, "Yes, I will also apply."

"Why?" As soon as Chen Putao said that, he realized that he shouldn't have opened his mouth at all. He scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and explained, "I'll just ask."

"I thought you knew." Ji Yichuan lowered his eyes, "Of course it's to be with you."

Ji Yichuan's clean and clear pupils reflected his own clear reflection, completely and clearly, even the mole at the corner of his eye was inexplicably aroused.

Chen Putao hissed.

He thought of this possibility, but he didn't expect Ji Yichuan to be so direct at all. He started to feel hot behind his ears, and his expression was a little unnatural, "Uh...uh." He wanted to say something, but he hesitated. How should I reply.

There seemed to be nails on the chair, and Chen Putao felt uncomfortable no matter what posture he sat in. In the end, he could only lie on the table without moving, like a sleeping hedgehog.

But no matter how hard he tried to force himself to calm down, Chen Putao could still hear that familiar low laugh.

For some reason, Chen Putao felt that his heart was tightly clenched by a hand, and he suddenly remembered the instant kiss in the KTV under the lenient school uniform, which was scorching hot, and the temperature that belonged to teenagers lingered on. His lips pierced to the bottom of his heart, making him almost unable to breathe.

He could hardly distinguish between reality and fantasy, and he licked his lips in a strange way, as if reliving the warmth.