Xueba, wake up

Although the surroundings were full of noise, He Zhonghe heard the word 'er' very clearly and clearly.

The two looked at each other, their eyes were a little erratic.

He Zhonghe's face was hot from the sun, and he felt like he wanted to escape.

It's not because of nervousness or surprise or anything, but because something that has been hidden in emotions is suddenly revealed, and something that I know vaguely is suddenly confessed and panicked.

At such a time, he should have a good chat and say something, but his tongue suddenly became very uneasy, and he searched his brain for a long time, as if his mind was confused by something.

Fortunately, Shi Yujie called him at this time: "Old Zheng urged me to write more manuscripts, five articles per person."

"Yes, yes, yes, please, I almost forgot." He Zhonghe hurriedly pulled out a notebook from his schoolbag, tore a few pages, and stuffed them into Yansheng's hand, "Write."

Yan Sheng leaned back slightly, watching him look into the pencil case in his schoolbag again, but the pencil case was actually in the side pocket.

Very obvious pretentious composure.

I'm a little annoyed, I shouldn't have said this just now.

Suddenly remembered the mentality of Xia Tian.

Just a little bit, not much more.

Just take a look, don't get stuck.

But now it's completely off the track, outrageously off track, and I don't know where it started to get off track.

As long as the relationship is maintained, it will develop naturally, whether it is fast or slow, and the direction extends in all directions. Sometimes it is really beyond human control.

The five refueling manuscripts were written very poorly, and I couldn't continue after one and a half articles, and finally searched with my mobile phone.

He Zhonghe has returned to his normal state, sitting next to him and playing games with Shi Yujie, Xin Kai, and others. He will cry if he wins or loses, e-sports baboon.

He is the kind of person who can get along with people wherever he goes. He is popular, talkative, out of shape, simple, sensitive|sensitive, and a little emotional.

Stretched completely in the sun, carefree and unrestrained, there is no shadow around.

One morning, one was spent indulging in games, and the other was spent writing He Zhonghe's observation diary in his head.

The stands are basically enough to sit on. The originally moved stools were borrowed by a few classes who squeezed under the stands. They didn’t even have a stool to sit on when they went back to the classroom for lunch break at noon.

Old Zheng thought again and again: "Students on lunch break in the classroom | Go home at noon during the sports meeting or go to the dormitory to stay overnight. There should be a few beds vacant in the male and female dormitories of our class."

Of course He Zhonghe wouldn't go to the dormitory to squat, the shirtless man cast a shadow over him.

At the end of the show, the campus was once again crowded. Shi Yujie and the others continued to play games while walking. These people lived in dormitories all year round.

"Where are you going?" He Zhonghe asked Yansheng, "Go home?"

"It takes a long time to squeeze through the back door." Yan Sheng said, "The apartment."

Well, the benefit of being a master of high branches is that they still have a small private room, so I almost forgot about it.

Apartment No. [-] is different from other student dormitories. This building is more like a residential building. There are fewer people living in it, and not only students live there, but also parents who rent houses here through various channels.

"I used to live in a four-person dormitory, and I was allocated an apartment here in the third year of high school." Yan Sheng took He Zhonghe upstairs, and many of the doors had Spring Festival couplets pasted in front of them, and some of them were open, and the parents were cooking inside.

"Then you can just live here, why move to the family courtyard?" He Zhonghe didn't quite understand his brain circuit.

Walking to the innermost room on the sixth floor, Yansheng took out the key, opened the door and went in: "Can I catch you from the library at three o'clock in the middle of the night if you live here?"

"Fuck." He Zhonghe choked for a moment, "Is there an auntie in charge of this building?"

"Yes." Yan Sheng hardly ever came to this small apartment of about [-] square meters, so he packed a bedding and a few clothes for spare.

"Understood," He Zhonghe said, "It affected you to work at the Big Bird Bar."

The small dormitory is not very spacious, but it has all internal organs.There is a study desk and chair next to an iron bed, and a small kitchen is built next to it. The small open-air balcony is sunny, enough for drying clothes, and there is a private bathroom next to it.

The wall seems to have been repainted with putty just scraped by the previous resident, and the wall skin has a bit of a smell, and it took a while to open the balcony door to let the wind clear.

After visiting the entire small apartment, the two suddenly had nothing to do, one sat on the bed and the other sat on a chair and stared blankly.

"Sleep for a while?" Yan Sheng patted the bed, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that something was wrong with what he said, especially after the heart comparison in the morning, it was very easy to be misunderstood.

He Zhonghe hurriedly took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it: "I'm not used to lunch break."

Yan Sheng didn't speak, and sat on the side of the bed next to the wall, half-lying against the wall.

He is not sleepy at the moment, he took a historical chronology from his schoolbag and looked at it.

It was very silent for a few minutes, only the screams of the younger brothers and sisters next door and the sound of running back and forth could be heard.

Yan Sheng usually has 100% concentration in his studies, but now he stares at a few historical|events and can't see them.

He Zhonghe flicked through Weibo indiscriminately. In fact, he did not update the Weibo after swiping his followers several times. There were not many followers on the account at all. The latest one was just a few months ago.

"He Zhonghe."

He Zhonghe paused, put down his phone and looked at Yansheng.

This tone is a bit about to say something big.

Yan Sheng closed the booklet in his hand, looked at the cover: "Do you feel a little... Irritated, what happened in the morning."

He Zhonghe was taken aback by his question, he really didn't expect him to talk about this so seriously.

It's too difficult to answer.

It was harder than any math finale he had done.

Olympiad questions do not carry such ah.

Does it respond?Of course not.

Then why panic?

It's like catching a small bird, afraid that it will jump out and peck people, and wait for a person to calm down before taking it out and settling it down.

So He Zhonghe is not ready to answer now.

If they are not careful, the current relationship between the two may collapse.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Yan Sheng added: "After all, I am..." He raised his eyebrows.

"I don't think it's necessary." He Zhonghe now really wants to travel back and strangle himself to death, "I didn't think much about it, and you too...don't think too much about it."

You can't suddenly tell Yan Sheng now, haha, I'm gay too, and gay men are by your side.

Too much to draw.

Moreover, it seemed that he was concealing his sexuality and approaching him with plans.

The main reason is that I really didn't expect the relationship to become so close at the beginning.

He Zhonghe's head is buzzing now, he has to find a suitable time to confess this matter as soon as possible, otherwise he will have to beat himself violently.

"Understood." Yan Sheng nodded, his voice was calm, "If it makes you feel uncomfortable sometimes, you have to say it."

"Yes." He Zhonghe's conscience was greatly condemned, and he deserved a very guilty conscience.

Fortunately, Yan Sheng ended the topic, he got up: "Go downstairs to buy water, what do you drink?"

"Just do the same as you." He Zhonghe watched him go out the door, and with a "click", the door was gently closed.

"...fuck." He wiped his face.

The temperature was a little higher in the afternoon, and with the arrangement in the morning, it was not as chaotic as before, and all competitions were carried out in an orderly manner.

The most eye-catching events in general sports games are running and basketball. Other events such as softball throwing, high jumping, long jumping, and jumping are all quietly carried out on the football field or the small playground in the south, and no one pays attention.

In the afternoon, five people in the class have individual events, one boy is [-] yuan, two girls are [-] yuan, and there are shuttlecock kickers and high jumpers.

Originally, there were two boys with [-], but Yu Zhen, who signed up, canceled it temporarily, and there was no substitute in the class.

Then there is the basketball class game, which is not serious. Classes fight against each other and draw numbers randomly.

When Lao Zheng stood in the crowd and read the list at the top of his voice, Yan Sheng realized that He Zhonghe was the only one in the class who ran [-].

"...Can you do it?" He frowned as he watched Lao Zheng put the number plates on the athletes one by one with his own hands.

"If you can't, come down quickly." Lao Zheng answered, "Actually, you shouldn't be asked to sign up for a long-distance race. If something goes wrong, the school will be responsible or who will be responsible."

"Say something auspicious." He Zhonghe smiled, "I don't run seriously, I will get off when I am tired."

There was still about an hour to wait, and He Zhonghe sat on the stand with a big number plate on his back, squinting in a daze.

Yan Sheng looked at him: "I replace you?"

"No need." Seeing that he was a little nervous, He Zhonghe smiled, "I'm sure I won't hold back when I feel uncomfortable, I just... want to experience the last sports meeting in high school."

"I have a relay tomorrow," Shi Yujie sat on the seat diagonally behind Yansheng, leaned over and said in a strange way, "Why don't you replace me?"

"Is there a stapler?" He Zhonghe turned his head.

"No, what are you doing?"

"Put your mouth up."

Killing two birds with one stone is destined not to be a triangular solid friendship structure, Shi Yujie felt that the two of them connected alone, and he was just a little bit of being squeezed out.

When the broadcasting room called Group A of the [-]-year long-distance race for senior high school boys, everyone in the class woke up from the drowsy afternoon sun and yelled at He Zhonghe indiscriminately.

These people take the most care of long-distance runners, after all, the closest to the stands and the most tiring event.

Old Zheng sat in front of the small table in class 23, looked back at He Zhonghe, and made a fist fight.

Guo Yao pushed forward to go to the football field to accompany him, and the squad leader gave her a bottle of water from the box.

There were quite a few people who took the initiative to go to the venue to watch. Disciplinary committee member Lei Bochao also followed with a camera. According to Lao Zheng, the photos of this sports meeting will be printed in the graduation yearbook.

"Less down a few people, I'm under a lot of pressure, okay?" He Zhonghe drove back the excited group of people, "Come back a few, half of our class stands."

A few spectators went back, and the remaining five or six followed behind him, and the momentum was still huge.

Shi Yujie and Yansheng wanted to laugh, and the outside class thought it was a record-breaking reserve team coming out of the mountains.

When standing on the starting line, He Zhonghe looked nervous at the teacher holding the starting gun.

Originally, he just wanted to join in the excitement and focus on mixing in, but he turned his head and looked at the stands of his class across half of the playground. A bunch of people were all waving their arms.

Then I looked at the few people standing on the lawn not far away, holding water towels and jackets with expectant faces, squeezed together with the accompanying runners from other classes, all of them were extremely nervous.

Wu Hao was in the same group as him, He Zhonghe was on the innermost circle, and Wu Hao was on the track next to him, giving him a thumbs up.

While doing preparatory activities, I glanced at the long runway that had been emptied, my palms felt a little cold, and when I clenched them, cold sweat broke out.

"Come on, He Zhonghe!"

"Turn over Class 23!"

Others were shouting for support, Yan Sheng approached him and said to him, "Don't hold on."

The only one in the class who didn't cheer him up.

He Zhonghe smiled and looked at him: "Understood."

The starter stood on the platform and blew a long whistle.

Some of the stands in the third part of the high school were almost stationary, and they all listened to the movement here with bated breath.

All the accompanying runners on the infield lawn were watching him.

"Everyone take your place—"

"preparation--"

He Zhonghe took a breath.

With a "snap" gunshot, the BGM of the sports meeting in the broadcasting room instantly rose several bars in volume.

Whoosh.

"He Zhonghe, He Zhonghe, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, Chong, He Zhonghe!!!" The accompanying team boiled rapidly, Guo Yao shouted while jumping, and Shi Yujie stood behind him, his ears were almost deafened by him, but now he was concentrating on He Zhonghe who had already run to the corner, No time to take into account his thunder-like volume.

It's a pity that the school didn't use drones anymore after the opening ceremony. The scene at this moment is definitely more spectacular than the opening ceremony. A group of runners ran from one end of the infield to the other, and the stands looked crazy. A large group of people waving cheer sticks and small flags.

There are also several classes of runners who use another kind of position, four or five people each stand at a corner of the track, and shout when the athletes of their own class arrive at the area where they are responsible for refueling.

In the overwhelming noise, He Zhonghe soon felt that he had no energy left.

Fuck, I just ran more than half a lap, and my legs can't move anymore.

Wu Hao passed him from the side.

He Zhonghe gritted his teeth, swallowed the faint smell of blood in his mouth, stabilized his speed, and sped up little by little.

There are 8 people in Group A, and he is now running third.

"Here we come, we come..." The people in the class saw He Zhonghe running up to the stands of class 24, and they gathered their energy one by one.

Some stepped on chairs, and others jumped down from the stands, holding small banners on their clothes and cellphones, shouting in unison: "He Zhonghe! Come on! He Zhonghe! Come on!"

The sound is so loud, if there is such a volume in the morning reading, it is estimated that the science class downstairs will come up to fight.

Lao Zheng covered his ears and looked at this group of passionate | passionate students.

He Zhonghe didn't turn his head to look at them, the corner of his mouth curled up.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that that kind of camaraderie among classmates, that kind of vigor that is unique to youthful youth, unscrupulous in the autumn sun.

He speeded up and passed No.24 in front of the 2th class stand.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The accompanying runners hurried over here, yelling to cheer up, Shi Yujie broke his voice, screaming like a chicken.

After surpassing No.2, his physical strength was obviously weak. He was panting badly. He ran too hard and the surroundings were too noisy. He didn't feel any pain in his heart.

It was almost the second lap, so he slowed down and tried to stabilize himself.

The panting became more and more severe, but he didn't stop, even if he ran slowly for a while, he didn't stop completely.

There were bursts of cheering sounds in my ears, then the sound of the wind, and my own panting.

On the infield lawn beside him, a person suddenly came up and ran at the same speed as him.

He Zhonghe froze for a moment, then turned his head.

The moment he saw Yan Sheng's profile, his body and mind felt a little more relaxed after feeling the pressure.

"Look at the road." Yan Sheng was wearing a T-shirt, and his hair was blown back by the wind.

Just ran across the stands of class 24 again, and there was another burst of shouting.

He Zhonghe adjusted his breathing, and his voice was hoarse and trembling: "Run faster, take me."

Yan Sheng sped up a little, and ran in front of him: "Follow."

There are many girls who accompany the runners in the infield to accompany their boyfriends, but their homeroom teacher is sitting in the stands, so they secretly dare not run with them, so they can only cheer for everyone.

Yan Sheng also ran with him now, and his own class, those from other classes, the class teacher and teachers, and all the departments in the first, second, and third grades could all see it.

The two ran one after the other, just exposed to the wide field and spread out in the sun.

It may be that he was really running out of oxygen, He Zhonghe smiled, and suddenly felt inexplicably relieved, happy and excited in the chaos of his mind.

He looked at Yan Sheng's back and ran towards him with all his strength.