Xueba, wake up

The senior three students still lacked exercise. At the last lap, only five of the eight athletes remained, and those who abandoned the run were escorted back to the class by the running team.

When passing by the stands of class 24 for the last time, the whole class shouted hoarsely, and even Lao Zheng stood up and yelled.

In the second half of the run, I was completely in a trance state, my alveoli were about to explode, and I was dizzy due to lack of oxygen.In addition to these pains in the sense organs, there are only the sound of wind, violent panting, shouting, and the rising of geese.

Yan Sheng.

When he followed him obliquely with a dull mind, He Zhonghe looked at him with a very open mind.

Yan Sheng, who was fast and ruthless in the fight with him in the second year of high school.

The lonely Yansheng in the cafe.

Yan Sheng, who drank sissy milk in class and drew villains.

Yansheng squatting in front of the cat.

Knocking on the door, Yan Sheng stood in front of him with dripping hair.

Yansheng peeling pumpkins in the kitchen.

Yan Sheng pressed his lips lightly on his forehead.

Yan Sheng who slammed the glass bottle down on his father's head.

Hidden under the earrings is Yan Sheng, who is old and new.

There are geese rising everywhere, running in a straight line, turning a corner, closing the door, opening the door, opening and closing the eyes.

It was only when he saw the bright red finish line pulled up at the end of the straight that his weird thoughts of flying out of the atmosphere were taken back.

What a mess, is he about to run away and die suddenly? Why did he start letting the lanterns go.

Panting, Yan Sheng accelerated and ran forward for a while, and then stood there waiting for He Zhonghe to run over, and patted him: "Run!"

There were two people ahead of him, one of whom had already crossed the finish line.

After accumulating energy, I tried my best to make my two legs move faster, and then faster.

The legs seemed to be filled with lead, and the entire chest seemed to be covered with cement. I couldn't tell whether it was painful or stuffy or other discomforts.

Shi Yujie, Guo Yao and the others were waiting at the finish line, jumping and shouting, and Lei Bochao raised his camera.

He Zhonghe closed his eyes.

Wu Hao was overtaken by him when he was a few steps away from the finish line, and the roar of all the students in Class 24 could be heard across most of the playground.

The moment He Zhonghe heard the referee pinch the watch and shout the number, He Zhonghe lost all strength, staggered forward a few steps according to inertia, and fell directly to the track and lay down.

"Quick, quick, quick!" The accompanying runners ran over and squatted next to him, baring their teeth and claws in excitement, "Awesome!"

"I said I could kill class 23!" Shi Yujie patted his leg hard.

A circle of people surrounded him, watching his face flushed like a stranded fish, his chest rising and falling violently, panting so loudly.

"Are you okay?" Guo Yao and Shi Yujie here knew about his physical condition.

He Zhonghe shook his head feebly.

"Don't stay here! After running, end!" The referee teacher waved a small flag to chase people away.

Yan Sheng ran over from the infield and supported Shi Yujie with one arm.

He Zhonghe felt that he couldn't keep his eyes open, and his brain stopped wandering as if he had run a long distance. He hung on the two of them almost in a semi-conscious state.

Shi Yujie was shorter than him, and each was supported by one arm. Most of his gravity must be on the taller side.

With his head resting on Yan Sheng's chin, He Zhonghe coughed wildly at the moving red plastic runway with a mouth full of bloody smell, feeling dizzy and nauseous: "I'm dead, I'm dying..."

When carrying back the dying He Zhonghe with his face full of red, half of the class came down to welcome him, and hurriedly put him on the chair in the last row. A circle of people looked around, knowing that he was speechless now. , One by one hesitated to speak.

He Zhonghe half-opened his eyes and looked at these people who seemed to be mourning silently, waved his hands weakly, and coughed again.

"It's gone!" Shi Yujie yelled, urging them back to their seats.

The situation in the next few classes was similar, and all the athletes were almost as good as him after running.

When the people dispersed slowly, He Zhonghe still felt that his soul was spitting out of his mouth.

A group of people supported him on his shoulders just now, but now they are gone. The seats in the stands are so low that they can't support him at all. He Zhonghe staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Shi Yujie's group of accompanying runners were gathering at Lao Zheng's side to describe and show off to him.

He Zhonghe stared at them in bewilderment, and suddenly his shoulders were grabbed by someone, and his head and half of his body were instantly supported.

He is too empty now, this posture is leaning against Yan Sheng, almost a big lump of sand in his arms, it doesn't look very serious, when Yan Sheng spoke, he looked straight ahead and didn't turn his head: "Will you drink water?"

Yan Sheng was also panting, after all, he ran with him for more than half of the way.

He Zhonghe shook his head slightly with difficulty, he couldn't drink it right now, he was very dizzy and uncomfortable.

But he regained his senses a little bit and started to be surprised.

He even ran down one thousand and five.

People with healthy heart and lungs will end halfway, and he ran down!

And it is the second in this group!

Maybe you can get a ranking!

In a daze, he began to doubt whether his illness...was really that serious.

In other words, can even a patient with mild pulmonary heart disease really complete long-distance running at this speed?

He Zhonghe frowned, and then coughed earth-shatteringly again, interrupting the outrageous sudden suspicion.

Yan Sheng handed him the water: "Drink some, my throat has been dry and I am coughing more and more."

He Zhonghe lowered his head slightly, looking weakly at the bottle of mineral water.

Yan Sheng paused, unscrewed it and handed it to him again.

He Zhonghe was still weak and motionless.

The two stared side by side at the bottle of water in front of them.

He Zhonghe really couldn't move now, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and he felt that any part of his body was about to fall apart when he moved a little.

In the end, he still struggled to sit up a little bit, took a small sip from the bottle, and then leaned back on Yansheng with a twitch.

"Take care of my mother and Feigou," He Zhonghe said vaguely next to his face, "I'm going to drive west."

Yan Sheng didn't say a word, he took the anti-fever sticker from the classmate in the front row and stuck it on his forehead.

He Zhonghe hummed twice, remained silent for a while, then raised his head slightly, half of his body was still leaning on Yansheng: "Am I awesome?"

"Awesome." Yan Sheng pushed his head back.

"Then am I very weak and miserable right now, and you don't feel like hurting me?" He Zhonghe asked again in a hoarse voice.

"Why should I hurt you?" Yan Sheng suspected that he lost his mind on the track while running.

"Because," He Zhonghe coughed for a while, his voice became hoarse after coughing, and he had to speak in a breathless voice, "because I want to tell you something."

Inexplicably, Yan Sheng turned his head to look at his blue-yellow-green hair, thinking it was like making a will: "Speak."

The blue-yellow fur didn't make any more noises.

Yan Sheng moved his arms: "Say."

After boasting to Old Zheng over there, Shi Yujie and Guo Yao, who took a few packs of snacks from the table, began to come here.

He Zhonghe half-opened his eyes: "...You first promise not to fight with me when I am weak and dying."

"Ah."

"Well, no, you promise." He Zhonghe insisted.

"I promise." Yan Sheng said.

After making the guarantee, I waited for a while, and then fell silent again.

"I'm gay too."

The faint breath of extremely fast speech, the three syllables quickly dissipated in the wind.

"Huh?" Yan Sheng posted a note to him, but he didn't hear it clearly.

"I said," He Zhonghe gritted his teeth as he looked at Shi Yujie and Guo Yao who were getting closer and closer, "I'm gay too."