Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

Principal Nansong seemed to be afraid of trouble. When arranging the timetable, most of the physical education classes of a grade were arranged in the same class.

So every Wednesday afternoon, the physical education teacher is the busiest in the second year of high school.

I'm busy negotiating with the main subject teachers to see if I can take physical education in this class.

On the playground, only Class [-] finished their run early and started free activities. The students of other classes looked at the people of Class [-] who were holding basketballs and holding basketballs, and they were so jealous that they dripped blood.

However, someone in Class [-] didn't realize it, and waved at the crowd in the distance.

A very familiar look.

The more the other students thought about it, the more they felt uncomfortable. They stretched their necks and stared at the physical education teacher standing in front of them, wishing they could overthrow the teacher in front of them and run straight to freedom.

Perhaps their eyes were too sad, the physical education teachers in each class could only wave their hands amusedly, and simply let them move freely.

It was under such circumstances that Zhao Shanzhi received Gao Shang's love letter.

"Zhao Shanzhi, I like you!"

The little fat man in front of him put one hand in his pocket and hung his head.The back of the neck was red.The right hand in the pocket seemed to be stretched out, and a pink envelope could be vaguely seen.

Zhao Shanzhi held Zhong Yan's arm with one hand, and watched the little fat man's temple twitch violently.I'm afraid he'll pull out something.

She glanced at her cute and well-behaved best friend, because her best friend Zhong Yan likes Ji Yichuan, she actually doesn't really want to interact with Ji Yichuan's circle of people.

And Gao Shang is really not her type.

However, the group of people around them didn't understand the slightest bit of wink at all. Seeing someone around them confessing their love, they all started booing blindly.

Zhao Shanzhi felt her head hurt even more.

She decided to make it clear with Gao Shang once and for all.

On the bench, Ji Yichuan looked up at the sky in the late autumn afternoon.

A little dry, he licked his lips.

After walking like this for a long time, he stood up as if waking up from a dream, and looked into the distance.

Can't see anything.

"How long has Gao Shang been?" Ji Yichuan blinked, but finally gave up.

Chen Putao looked at the phone, "It's almost half an hour."

"Do you think he can succeed?

Chen Putao's tone was obviously a little excited, with his hands propped up on the chair, he turned his head to look at Ji Yichuan, his eyes sparkling.

"I see Xuan." Ji Yichuan's tone was flat, and he frowned slightly, as if he had seen the tragic situation of Gao Shang's failure.

"I'm thinking now." Ji Yichuan paused, his right hand naturally attached to Chen Putao's left hand propped on the bench, "How can I use words to comfort my friend who is frustrated in love."

"Who is frustrated in love?"

Bo Ze was wearing a long coat with the collar standing up.Holding a basketball in his arms, he looked like a small white poplar in the autumn wind.

Tall and straight.

He threw the ball far away on the field, and trotted to sit next to Ji Yichuan.

Chen Putuo was skeptical of Ji Yichuan's words. At this time, his thoughts were all on Gao Shang in the distance, he nodded at Bo Ze, and leaned over to look at the other side of the playground.

It was written all over his face that what if he became noble.

Looking at Chen Putao's appearance of believing in love, Ji Yichuan didn't say much, and laughed softly.His eyes are full of pampering.

Bo Ze saw Ji Yichuan's smiling expression, and Bo Ze looked over Ji Yichuan to Chen Putao, deliberately pressed his elbows against Ji Yichuan's waist, and teased in a low voice: "You two should be together."

The words carry the exclamation and surprise that young people often have when their friends fall in love.

Ji Yichuan nodded, propped his chin, couldn't tell what was in his eyes, like the simplest notification, and said casually: "Gao Shang went to chase Zhao Shanzhi."

No matter how tall and straight his body was, he felt a little sluggish when he heard this.

Bo Ze smacked his mouth, with the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth, before replying after a while: "I know."

Ji Yichuan raised his eyebrows, "I thought..."

Bo Ze interrupted him, "He's straight." There was inexhaustible helplessness inside and outside the words, "The kind that can't be crooked."

"No promise."

Bo Ze was amused by Ji Yichuan's words. He spread his hands and collapsed on the bench. His shoulders were so sore from the impact of the wooden bench, but he still stared stubbornly at the late autumn sky.

As far as the eye can see.

"It's not that simple. He's not like Chen Putao..." He slowed down, exhaled sullenly from his nasal cavity, and his Adam's apple moved up and down clearly, "Besides, I remember that your tone before was against it?"

"I'm against it now too, okay?"

Ji Yichuan squinted at Bo Ze from the end of his eyes, and said angrily, "But this is about the two of you, so what does it have to do with me? In the end, is it because you are worthless?"

Ji Yichuan stretched out his hand and grabbed Chen Putao's already struggling hand. It was slender and clean, with rounded fingertips. When he pinched it lightly, his fingertips would turn slightly pink.

Sometimes when the pinch is too strong, Chen Putao will deliberately turn over her hand and pat the back of Ji Yichuan's hand lightly as punishment.

But from beginning to end, Chen Putao's hand never left.

Bo Ze stayed aside, watching the little movements of the two, and remained silent.

When he jumped high and threw his last ball, as if telepathically, he saw the scene of Gao Shang and Zhao Shanzhi in the same frame from a distance.

Unexpectedly, when he got to the sidelines and sat on a bench, he was so far away that he couldn't even see Gao Shang's figure clearly.

Staring at the blurred figure, Bo Ze frowned, his throat seemed to be filled with blood, and the intermittent rusty smell rolled in his throat.

want to vomit.

People like Gao Shang are obviously very different from his ideal type, but when he realizes it, he can't look away.

He wants to break free from this honey trap named Noble, but he always sinks deeper and deeper until he sinks.

"He is back!"

Chen Putao shook her hand slightly, preventing Ji Yichuan from teasing her, "I don't know if he succeeded?"

Bo Ze standing beside him suddenly stood up, making Chen Putao tremble with fright.

"what happened?"

Bo Ze didn't answer, he unconsciously licked his lips, and greeted him.

"I heard that you went to Zhao Shanzhi to confess your love." Bo Ze's coat was a little wrinkled, he patted it pretendingly, and then said dryly, "How is it?"

Get rejected.

Bo Ze thought badly.

But in fact, apart from the flustered Bo Ze, everyone who witnessed all this could see that something was wrong with Gao Gao's expression. It was not the kind of joy and complacency to confess success, but on the contrary, it was a kind of annoyance of being put down by others. Embarrassed.

As if there was an invisible stone near his feet, Gao Shang's right foot swayed erratically, stepping on the artificial lawn under his feet in frustration.

"Why do you even know?" Gao Shang muttered, he had just experienced an emotional 'education' by being dragged into a corner by his crush, and he was ashamed of it in his life, so he didn't want other people to know.

He wished that besides himself and Zhao Shanzhi, no one in the world knew about it.

But his brain became hot, and he rushed forward holding a love letter like an idiot in the public.

Thinking of Zhao Shanzhi's refusal to himself, Gao Shang felt ashamed and couldn't help but let out a painful and heavy sigh.

But in Bo Ze's eyes, Gao Shang's sigh means that he doesn't want to let himself know that he confessed his love to Zhao Shanzhi.

What, don't you have the right to know?

Bo Ze's eyes were cloudy, and his delicate eyebrows showed a hostility.