Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

On the day of the sports meeting, the school fully responded to the scene, and even changed the bell for boarding students to get up in the morning, and the whole campus was awakened by the loud horn.

In the dormitory, Chen Putao felt that his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them at all, but remembering what he was going to do today, he still slumped on the bed.

It seemed extremely cold this morning, Chen Putao wrapped the quilt tightly, leaning against the wall in a daze.

Suddenly, he shivered, goose bumps covered his body, his eyes were a little dull, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses and sneezed.

The sneeze seemed to turn on a switch. Chen Putao began to feel dizzy and weak in limbs. He reached out and touched his forehead, but it wasn't hot.

The lingering trumpet sound over the campus gradually disappeared. Chen Putao looked at the time and saw that it was not too early. He didn't dare to delay, so he quickly supported himself and got out of bed. Because of his itchy throat, Chen Putao was a little irritable. The methods used to lift Ji Yichuan's quilt were a little more violent than usual.

Under Ji Yichuan's ten-year delay, and Chen Putao's continuous pulling and tearing, the two of them stepped onto the playground anyway.

On the day of the sports meeting, the head teachers of each class will spend the energy they usually spend on looking after the students on cheering for the athletes, so compared to the past, the student union appears to be more free. When Chen Putao and Ji Yichuan rushed to the playground, the first competition was still Before the official start, on the radio, sweet girls urged the athletes to go to the rostrum to get their number plates.

The two came jogging over. Ji Yichuan was okay, nothing unusual appeared on his face, and there was some excitement between his brows, but Chen Putao's face was obviously ugly, and his breathing was a little rough.He took the number plate, stood under the rostrum, propped himself against the wall and coughed several times.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Chen Putao shook his head. He wanted to deny it, but the moment he opened his mouth, his throat was itchy and he coughed again.

Ji Yichuan patted Chen Putao's back lightly, took out a bottle of water from his bag, unscrewed it, and brought it to Chen Putao's mouth.The tone was worried: "Drink your saliva first, slowly."

Chen Putao took it, took two quick gulps, and felt his throat moisten, "I don't know what's wrong, my throat hurts."

He pursed his lips and coughed twice, as if he wanted to use this method to judge what was wrong with him.

Suddenly, a wave of warmth touched his forehead, and Chen Putao looked up.

It's Ji Yichuan's palm.

very warm.

The unique ardor of a young man can be heard continuously from the palm of his hand.

"It's not hot." Ji Yichuan pointed his other hand to his forehead, comparing them carefully, feeling a little puzzled.

He looked at Chen Putao's eyes full of worry, "Why don't you take part in today's 1000 meters?"

The hand that conveyed warmth was put down, and the cool morning breeze hit him again. Chen Putao sniffed the tip of his nose, and a childish dissatisfaction surfaced in his heart. "It's okay, I feel like I'm in pretty good shape."

Faced with the man in front of him opening his eyes and talking nonsense, Ji Yichuan frowned. He stared at Chen Putao carefully, and he couldn't see any signs of fever on his fair and clean cheeks. Ji Yichuan had no choice but to compromise.

"Find a place to sit down first, rest for a while, and see if it's because you just woke up."

They quickly found the exclusive place for Class Seven. The sports committee got a banner out of nowhere and put it in the last row. The red paper and white characters clearly said, "Class Seven Must Win". He made a scissors hand, was photographed by the sports committee, and sent to the class as an emoticon package.

It was a special day. Wang Zhong looked at his emoji and laughed straight away, showing no anger at all. He waved at Chen Putao, "When will you and Ji Yichuan play?"

"It's another hour."

Wang Zhong took out two small red flags from the plastic bag under his feet and stuffed them into their hands, "When the athletes of our class come on the field, shout louder, and let the brother class see how good Class Seven is."

Chen Putao laughed, but still accepted the red flag, and did not forget to pass one to Ji Yichuan behind him.

The high school students are seventeen or eighteen years old, and they are still at the most energetic age. Although the competition has not officially started, the audience has already turned the sky upside down, and there are all kinds of sassy talk on the radio.

"Work hard, athletes." There was an obvious cough on the radio, "Here, I want to take this opportunity to confess my love to Shu Yuan, a classmate from Class [-]."

On the audience stage, the students were even more excited, and bursts of cheers, mixed with a sentence of "together!" '

I don’t know when it started, the sports meeting submissions have gradually changed from encouraging classmates to cheering on to public confessions. Often young boys and girls who are in love, blushing, accompanied by their companions, sneak into the broadcasting room and confess to their admirers in the bottom of their hearts. Heart, although confessors will not reveal their names, but there are still more and more people choose to vent their innermost feelings on this day.

Therefore, there is often such a saying in the outside world, "The most interesting thing about Nansong's sports meeting is not the athletic figures of the athletes, but how many times Ji Yichuan has been confessed."

However, today is different. Except for Ji Yichuan, the name that the students hear the most is the boy with a gentle smile——Chen Putao.

"I want to tell Chen Putao from Class [-], you look so good when you smile!!"

Once or twice is fine, but as the frequency increases, Ji Yichuan's jealousy becomes more and more intense. He lightly touched Chen Putao with his arm, "Tell me, what's the first one?"

Chen Putao blushed, and hesitated a bit: "I didn't count."

"I can help you count, this is No. 20 four." Ji Yichuan smacked his lips lightly, his tone a bit stiff.

Ji Yichuan moved closer, with an inexplicable intimacy in his tone: "You don't know your own, so do you know mine?"

One.

Chen Putao knew.

"Who would be so bored, go...to count these?" Chen Putao stiff-mouthed, turned his head, looked at the playground, and changed the subject abruptly, "Look, the game has started."

In Nansong's sports meeting, the distribution of events was very particular, and the star events were specially arranged for the second day. On the first day, they were long-distance running, shot put, high jump and so on, which were not considered "worthy" by the school.

Chen Putao's name was heard again from the loudspeaker, and the eyes of the people around him fell on him again. Chen Putao sneezed, and his face became hot. He rubbed his face, thinking that it might be the eyes of these people The reason is too hot.

The first event is shot put. Chen Putao is far away and can't see anything at all. The sports committee came from the aisle, patted him on the shoulder, and urged, "You two go down and get ready. The next round is the men's 1000 meters." .

The body is strong and strong, and it has been so long in autumn, and he is only wearing a pair of sports shorts. Chen Putao couldn't help but take a second look. Under the cool wind, he shivered, feeling cold for the body.

"Can you participate?" After the sports committee left, Ji Yichuan stared at Chen Putao's face, worried, "Your face is very red."

Chen Putao rubbed his cheeks, and it was indeed hot from just now. In the autumn wind, he didn't know if he had a fever, or if he was ashamed by the forced confession on the radio.

"Chen Putao! Ji Yichuan!" Wang Zhong led the whole class, waving red flags non-stop, "Come on! Teacher cheers you on!"

The last row of banners that said 'Class Seven Must Win' was taken down at some point, and replaced by another banner that said 'Ji Yichuan!Old grapes!come on! 'The banner fell straight into Chen Putao's eyes.

Chen Putao smiled, waved to everyone, and went to the starting point along the steps with Ji Yichuan.

In the last row, Zhou Tong put his body on his back, looked at the banner he had just made last night, and laughed secretly, it's nice to be rich, and the banner is really well made.

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There are not more people participating in the long-distance running than usual, but there are many more people paying attention here than usual.Even the confession on the radio was much more exciting than before.

After warming up, Chen Putao put the number plate on his chest, and warned Ji Yichuan again, "You run away, don't wait for me on purpose."

His own warning sound fell into Ji Yichuan's ears, and Chen Putao didn't know whether Ji Yichuan listened or not, so he could only deliberately stand in a corner a little far away from Ji Yichuan, "You run so fast, you can try to run first, take The first one, how handsome!"

Ji Yichuan shook his hand, not denying it, but not affirming it either.

Gunshots started.

The game officially begins.

Ji Yichuan seemed to have really listened to Chen Putao's words, and he ran at the forefront of the crowd, riding the dust, his broad back, and the ends of his hair swaying in the wind, all showed his ease.

Chen Putao, on the other hand, was not in a hurry, running in the middle of the crowd, panting and breathing evenly through his nasal cavity, he couldn't explain clearly, his eyes kept falling on the tall and straight figure in the front, uncontrollably.

I don't know how long it took, the breath of autumn became more and more intense, and the shouts of the crowd became more and more distant. Chen Putao began to sweat, and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead, temples, neck, and the cool breeze Scraping past his ears, every time he passed, a small goosebump would pop up behind his ear.

His eyes began to darken, and the taste of rust came up in his mouth ahead of time.

He was starting to feel that something was wrong.

His face started to heat up and he felt like he was going to burn.

But he had no choice, the people behind him surpassed him one after another, his mind began to be unable to think, he could only maintain the same movement stiffly, his legs kept pulsating forward, his arms kept swinging back and forth, he I couldn't even hear the overwhelming sound of "refueling" belonging to the seventh class.

"No.1." The referee stood on the finish line and pressed the watch.

Ji Yichuan's expression was relaxed, he didn't even sweat much, he didn't care to respond to the screams of the people around him, he turned his head and looked at the group of people behind him.

Chen Putao ran behind, not the last, but Ji Yichuan felt that something was wrong. Based on his understanding of Chen Putao, Chen Putao had trained for this period, and this point should not be so far away from the finish line.

For the first time, he felt that his 2.0 eyesight was too poor.

Looking at the small black dot in the distance, he wanted to go straight to the side and take a closer look at Chen Putao's situation, but the referee pulled him to record the result, because his result broke the school's long-distance running record.

He began to get anxious, and he regretted why he was so eager to express himself in front of Chen Putao and ran so fast on purpose.

Athletes crossed the finish line one after another. Chen Putao tried to open his eyes wide and looked forward with all his strength. He wanted to finish the course, he had to finish the course.

In the last half of the lap, Chen Putao felt his scalp start to go numb. He felt like he was going to die, but his legs were out of control and he couldn't stop. He wanted to finish the race.

At this time, not only Ji Yichuan, some sensitive girls also began to notice something was wrong.

The mineral water bottle in Zhou Tong's hand had been pinched and deformed. She looked at the figure running past her just now, and felt strange, "What's wrong with Chen Putao? Why is her face so red?"

Ji Yichuan couldn't wait any longer, he pushed the referee away, ran to the finish line, jumped high, and called Chen Putao's name.

"Old grapes!"

Chen Putao's legs became heavier and heavier, he wanted to give up, he seemed to collapse and fall asleep at any moment, he seemed to be submerged in the white snow all over the sky, without a goal.With a sudden sound, a ray of light suddenly pierced through his confused thinking, finally there was a goal in the dark ahead, Chen Putao felt that he was pulled out by Ji Yichuan.

At the moment when he was about to fall into darkness, there was only one person's name in his mind. Relying on his slow thinking, Chen Putao had to admit that at a certain moment, he was tempted, and he had to tell Ji Yichuan now, because he began to be afraid , I will not die.

He held on, he saw ahead, at the finish line, Ji Yichuan was waiting for him.

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters, the end point.

Chen Putao threw herself into Ji Yichuan's arms.

At the last second of coma, Chen Putao finally gave Ji Yichuan a belated reply.

The murmur quickly disappeared into the air, so fast that Ji Yichuan began to wonder if he heard it wrong.

"Ji Yichuan, I like..."