Five years simulation three years first

Yu Shaochun originally thought that Li Guohao was just joking, but he didn't expect that this person was really determined to send the two of them to the relay race track.

You hurt your leg, you didn't hit your brain at all, did you?

He was ready to persuade Li Guohao to give up this dangerous idea: "I hope you think carefully, if you put the two of us on it, the result of the whole relay race will be the bottom one."

"I know," Li Guohao said, "it is because of this that the relay race will not disrupt the arrangements below, because you are already on the fringes when there are too many people, so even if you two are absent, it will not affect the whole. Wouldn't it be great if there were still people who could run the relay without affecting it."

Yu Shaochun cast his eyes on Feng Zhou, thinking that Feng Zhou's temperament would never agree to such a crazy proposal, so this wave will definitely win 2:1.

But unexpectedly, Feng Zhou bent down and asked very seriously: "Is there anything I need to pay attention to in the relay race?"

Li Guohao was surprised and delighted: "Feng Xueba, did you agree to run 4x100?"

He glanced at Yu Shaochun triumphantly, meaning that Feng Xueba agreed to run, shouldn't you express it?

Yu Shaochun had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, run, but you can't blame us if you run down."

"How can I blame you two?" Li Guohao said, "When I decided to send you two to run, I planned to get a guaranteed score in 4x100."

The group next to it suddenly became commotion. They looked up and found that the two people who had just run 400 meters had returned victorious.

"Damn," Chen Si scolded in a low voice, "you don't bite people on the back of your feet."

A yellow-haired boy walked over with his trouser pockets in his pockets, with a bit of sarcasm and complacency on his face: "Hey, let me see who said the harsh words just now? Why did you get knocked down?"

Li Guohao knew that he could only lie down and be ridiculed in this state, so he could only give him a hard look.

Yu Shaochun stood in front of him: "Who are you?"

The other boys who were sitting at the back of class one saw that the atmosphere was not right here, so they also stood up slowly and walked over.

Chen Si swallowed and tugged at Feng Zhou's sleeve: "Feng Bao, take care of it, don't let them fight."

Feng Zhou was puzzled: "Who do I care?"

"Yu Shaochun, isn't he willing to listen to you?" What responded to him was Chen Si's even more inexplicable gaze.

"When did he listen to me?"

"most of the time."

"Your information is wrong," Feng Zhou said blankly, "I can't control him."

Huang Mao stretched out his thumb and nodded himself, then nodded at the three people behind him, pointed his nostrils at the second group in front of him: "Do you know who we are?"

Yu Shaochun raised his eyebrows, as if he was not afraid at all of the punks in front of him who almost wrote "I am bad" on their faces: "I'm sorry, so you guys are the ones in the legend..."

He pointed the four of them one by one, emphasizing his tone: "Ah, demons and monsters!"

Li Guohao, who was lying on the chair, couldn't help laughing.When he smiled like this, the people beside him who were still a little scared also laughed, and the air was filled with joy for a while.

"Fuck, what the hell are you talking about?" Huang Mao got angry, stepped forward and grabbed Yu Shaochun by the collar, "You tell me the fuck again?"

Yu Shaochun looked into his small eyes without fear: "Am I wrong? Could it be that you are actually pots and pans? Oil, salt, sauce and vinegar? You look so vengeful against the society, and your name is very down-to-earth."

Huang Mao has a wicked heart but no guts, and because the teachers next to him can't deal with Yu Shaochun, a master of yin and yang, he can only slap him by the collar: "The second class is just a fucking trash class, and it fell out of the top 100 after counting. How many people are there, and you still have the nerve to hang the name of the experimental class?"

"It's trash or trash," Feng Zhou pushed down his glasses, and walked slowly to Yu Shaochun's side, "It's your turn to say it? First pass the exam and then shame on me. Those who rank lower than me are ashamed to be here act wildly?"

Even if they are punks, they still have to rely on the teachers and resources of No. [-] Middle School to take the college entrance examination.Besides, Huang Mao's boss, Han Shun, had already been sent home, and he only tripped someone up to provoke him because he saw that the second class was unhappy.

He spat hard on the ground, his dark eyes lingered on Feng Zhou for a while, and after saying "freak", he returned to the team of the first class with a few followers.

Only now did Chen Si dare to speak: "Damn, a bunch of sluts."

"Sure enough, is it hard to learn to speak well?" Tang Qian said, "The two of you can form a group. The name of the group is Bloody Rain. I think it matches your temperament quite well."

...Where is the match?

"Sour chicken has its own harvest." Lu Xiaonan came back at some time, holding a bottle of safflower oil in his hand and threw it to Li Guohao, "So school masters, do you want to play?"

"Ah, of course, if I don't want to eat anything else, I'll take the aggressive method," Yu Shaochun said, "Even if I'm the first one, I'll do it. I haven't tasted the first place in my life, so I just want to experience it."

Just as they were talking, the women's 400 meters had already been run, and the radio station began to urge those who failed to check in the 4x100 to come and check.

Feng Zhou took off his school uniform and folded it neatly aside, and said to Li Guohao, "Then let's go."

"You two are the last two sticks, and they won't change the order," Li Guohao said, "Lu Xiaonan and Jiang Lan will give you enough distance, you... just do your best."

Yu Shaochun patted him on the shoulder: "Go with peace of mind, we will complete your unfinished business for you!"

"Damn," Li Guohao struggled to get up to hammer him, "I'm not dead yet."

Although Feng Zhou agreed very readily, he was overwhelmed for a while, and became cowardly the moment he stepped on the plastic track.

Yu Shaochun asked him: "Didn't you faint? Why are you suddenly so active in the relay race?"

"I had a chance to prevent them from getting hurt," Feng Zhou said, "It was my fault."

Relying on himself, Feng Zhougao, Yu Shaochun reached out and rumpled his neat hair: "What's your business? We all didn't realize it. If there is something wrong, then the whole world is wrong. The most wrong thing should not be Are you a slut? Why are you always willing to admit mistakes for others?"

Perhaps it was because his movements were too natural, Feng Zhou realized that he had been taken advantage of for no reason when he left and stood on the starting line.

It's annoying, he thought, and he needs to find a chance to scold him.

Feng Zhou walked to the position where the last stick was about to be handed over, and looked at the competitors on both sides.

Very well, they are all muscular and athletic, and he is the only one who stands out of place in the crowd.

Be cool.

Although the members of the second group have already embraced the heart of losing, they must not lose their morale. A group of people headed by Chen Si ran over from the other end of the playground vigorously, and brought the precious drums borrowed from the music classroom by virtue of Tan Yuanzhao's relationship. .

A group of two hundred and five were beating drums, singing and dancing, completely immersed in their own world, and didn't care about the life and death of their classmates standing on the field at all.

With the firing of the starting gun, the first girls rushed out of the starting line in unison.

Feng Zhou suddenly discovered that Lu Xiaonan, who usually looks quite quiet, had such amazing explosive power. He gradually opened up the distance from the other athletes in the class, and successfully passed the baton to Jiang Lan, who was second.

At this time, the second class is still in the lead.

However, Jiang Lan still failed to maintain her advantage. Even if she ran with all her strength, she was slowly caught up by the second-ranked athlete.The two chased after each other in a straight road, as if two pieces of adhesive tape were being torn from each other, and finally handed over the third bat a step too late.

Yu Shaochun took the baton and ran away. The group of people outside the finish line seemed to have finally come to their senses. They swarmed onto the green turf, and Tang Qian took the lead in shouting the words printed on their shirts.

Good job, Feng Zhou thought, enough embarrassment already.

Although Yu Shaochun rushed hard at the beginning, his speed slowed down before reaching 50 meters.No.2, who had been clinging to the back, seized the opportunity to easily overtake him in an instant, and then No.3 also overtook him.

The whole group consisted of the first six classes, two classes were in front of them, and the rest of the classes narrowed the distance eagerly, and the advantage they had just opened disappeared like a flood.

Yu Shaochun ran with all his strength and steadily passed the baton to Feng Zhou with the No.4 score.

The baton was the most common metal product on the market, and even the original rust inside was exposed because of the wear and tear of the paint, but Feng Zhou felt that it was extremely hot when he took it in his hand.

He had seen Yu Shaochun look vigorous or calm, but he had never seen him so embarrassed.The collar was skewed to one side, and a few strands of hair were wet with sweat and stuck tightly to his forehead.

But the usual banter in his eyes was gone.When Feng Zhou held the other end of the baton, he felt that his soul was shivering, and he had a wonderful chemical reaction with that person.

He is the last stick.

It is also the most crucial stick.

Feng Zhou gritted his teeth and strode his legs apart, using all his strength to cross the runway section after section.He used to think that sweating during exercise would stain his clothes, but now he doesn't care about anything, only the back of the athlete in front of him is left in his eyes.

He had never put so much effort into physical education before, but not now.

Feng Zhou knew that he was carrying the expectations of three or more people, but these expectations were his own choice, so no matter what, he couldn't let everyone down, let alone his own choice.

The shoes have already started to slip on the plastic track, and the backflow of air is poured into the nostrils, causing a dull pain again.The familiar smell of blood surged in his throat again, and at a certain moment, he felt in a trance that he heard the heartbeat of the earth.

But everything in front of him had already started to become blurred and precarious. A gust of wind suddenly flashed by his side. He knew that someone had surpassed him again. Just as he was about to try his best to speed up again, he suddenly felt a pain in his back.

Feng Zhou's body was hit like this, and he immediately lost his balance.He staggered forward a few steps, struggling to regain his balance.

"He pushed people!" Lu Xiaonan screamed from the side of the track, "Referee! A group of athletes pushed people!"

Class [-] and Class [-], as the two experimental classes of the whole grade, have never been incompatible with each other, not to mention that Class [-] has always opposed them.

But Feng Zhou knew that he didn't have time to worry about this.

Faster, faster.

He... doesn't want to lose at all.

Feng Zhou saw the classmates gathered at the finish line, the whole world was filled with anxious or worried faces, and when he looked around again, his surroundings became white again, only the bright orange imprinted deep in his memory remained. Lively and brightly beating.

He stretched out his hand forward with some eagerness, and crossed the finish line with the inertia of a group of athletes pushing him. The plain white and bright orange disappeared, replaced by a brick-red plastic track, and the inverted sky and earth.

But instead of falling face-to-face to the ground as expected, he fell into a slightly warm embrace instead.

The world was noisy and noisy, and the noise spread to Feng Zhou's eardrums, which had not yet calmed down and became a "buzzing".

He felt that just as he was resting, he stood up again being hugged. He took a breath and opened his mouth to curse, but when the words reached his throat, there was a hoarse silence.

Li Guohao shouted anxiously from the side: "Mr. Yu! Mr. Yu, don't do anything! You have something to say! Spiritual civilization——"

"I'll go to your mother's spiritual civilization, if it wasn't for me, everyone would be broken," said the person holding him, "Are you born to each mother in the same class, and everyone inherits it?"