love blind spot

Until the afternoon sports meeting started, Lu Qingyu didn't come back.

Zhang Quan sat beside Lin Zhuo, not daring to vent his anger. He glanced at Lin Zhuo's face, and whispered to Shao Yichuan beside him, "Why haven't you reconciled..."

Shao Yichuan was also puzzled, and replied in a low voice, "You don't even know how I know..."

Lin Zhuo turned the phone up and down in his hands. After a long time, he unlocked it and sent a WeChat message to Lu Qingyu: [Don't be angry, come back]

After waiting for a long time, but no one came back, Lin Zhuo said again: [Let's talk carefully when you come back]

While eating potato chips, Zhang Quan secretly looked at Lin Zhuo's WeChat, before he saw anything, Lin Zhuo suddenly turned his head and looked over.

Zhang Quan's hand holding the potato chips stopped in the air, and said wittily, "Brother Lin, do you want to eat too?"

Lin Zhuo said impatiently: "Don't eat, do you two know why Lu Qingyu is angry?"

Shao Yichuan shook his head first, "I don't know."

Zhang Quan hesitated for a moment, "Maybe... you asked someone else to ask for WeChat?"

Lin Zhuo frowned, and subconsciously asked: "I don't care why others want to send WeChat messages?"

Before Zhang Quan could answer, Lin Zhuo suddenly remembered that Lu Qingyu had indeed mentioned something just now. He was so angry that he choked back without thinking.

He said coldly: "I want WeChat for a reason, it's not like he gets angry for no reason."

Zhang Quan cleared his throat and asked in a low voice, "What's the reason, Brother Lin? Did you see her?"

Lin Zhuo had "how is it possible" written all over his face, he didn't explain much, he just said that something happened.

He kept staring down at the phone, and Lu Qingyu didn't return until the long-distance running was about to start.

Lin Zhuo stood up, the air pressure in his body was lower than that of Lu Qingyu.

He didn't let the girl post the class card, Shao Yichuan posted it for him, and comforted him: "You have to compete hard first, maybe the master will come back after the competition starts."

Lin Zhuo didn't say anything, and walked towards the waiting area with a cold face.

Some people in the class followed them, all cheering for Lin Zhuo.

Lin Zhuo answered absently, then lowered his head and sent another message to Lu Qingyu.

Lin Zhuo: [Lu Qingyu]

Lin Zhuo: [I'm going to play]

Lin Zhuo: [Are you still not coming back? ]

After sending the message, he raised his head and looked around. There were people everywhere, but there was no one he was most familiar with.

The long-distance race is a competition among the three grades in the school. Lin Zhuo is the only one who reported for the long-distance race in Class [-]. The sports committee came over and gave him a high-five, "What's wrong? Are you nervous?"

Lin Zhuo shook his head.

"Just don't be nervous, it's okay to slow down in front, and save your energy."

After the sports commissioner finished exhorting, he asked casually, "Where's Lu Qingyu? Why didn't he come over to cheer you on?"

Which pot he didn't open and which pot he lifted, was taken away by Shao Yichuan with his arms around his shoulders.

Zhang Quan was also looking for Lu Qingyu everywhere, Lin Zhuo handed him the phone, his voice was terribly cold, "Don't look for it."

Zhang Quan helped him put the phone away, and said as happily as possible: "Brother Lin, come on! You are the best!"

Lin Zhuo entered the stage expressionlessly, subconsciously touching the rubber band on his left wrist with his right hand.

Long-distance running is a very popular event. There are many people standing beside the track, taking pictures, cheering, watching the excitement, and even taking the opportunity to express their love.

I don't know who shouted "Lin Zhuo, I love you", the scene got out of hand, everyone was shouting, and there were all kinds of whistles.

After a gunshot, Lin Zhuo rushed out like an arrow leaving the string.

"Fuck!" Zhang Quan yelled, "What is Brother Lin doing! Does he think he is running a hundred meters?"

Shao Yichuan frowned, "He's in a bad mood."

The onlookers didn't know Lin Zhuo's condition, they either felt that he was strong, or that he was pretending to be aggressive and waited to see the joke later.

The cheerleaders of Class 77 began to shout: "Ten [-]! Fight for the first place! Lin Zhuo Lin Zhuo! He's so handsome!"

The boys in Class [-] all laughed, "Who the hell thought of this slogan hahahahaha!"

"Seventeen, come on! Brother Lin, charge!!!"

"Lin Zhuo, slow down! I'll be bored for a while!!!"

Zhao Mengchi didn't take the initiative to provoke Lin Zhuo all day today. At this moment, she pulled Yao Jia, squeezed to Shao Yichuan from the crowd, and asked loudly, "Is Lin Zhuo crazy!"

Shao Yichuan also replied loudly: "I feel like they are going crazy! You two, be careful!"

He protected Yao Jia and Zhao Mengchi in front of him, Yao Jia's back was pressed in front of Shao Yichuan, she didn't dare to turn her head, and could only cheer Lin Zhuo loudly.

After Lin Zhuo started running, he couldn't hear any sound. He knew that the whole audience was shouting, and he also knew that the line of sight he cared about most was not there this time.

Lin Zhuo gritted his teeth, and kept rushing to the first one, his speed seemed to be venting, and he seemed to give up on himself.

He just wanted to use up all his physical strength, leaving nothing behind.

After the second lap, Lin Zhuo's speed still did not slow down, but suddenly he saw Song Yulan's figure in the crowd.

Song Yulan held up her mobile phone and shouted loudly when Lin Zhuo passed by: "Xiao Zhuo, slow down! Don't drop it!"

And right beside Song Yulan, stood a motionless doll bear.

Lin Zhuo didn't have time to look more, the teddy bear flashed by in his sight.

He carefully recalled that the sports committee had always stood with Shao Yichuan and the others, and would not wear doll clothes.

Lin Zhuo's mind was a little confused, he felt that his strength was about to run out, his limbs began to become heavy, his breathing also lost its rhythm, and his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke.

When he was about to pass the doll bear again, his speed had slowed down significantly, and several people overtook him.

Lin Zhuo began to hear the voices around him, including Zhang Quan who was about to yell to cheer up, Shao Yichuan who was anxious and worried, and Shi Qi's cheerleaders...

Lin Zhuo's eyes were fixed on the doll bear who had been watching him quietly all the time, and he was telling the other party with his eyes that he really couldn't run anymore.

After a while, Lin Zhuo suddenly heard the voice he was most looking forward to among the many noisy shouts.

"Lin Zhuo!"

"I'm here."

Lin Zhuo suddenly burst out with a huge grievance. Regardless of the smell of blood in his throat, he shouted loudly: "Lu Qingyu! Raise your hand!"

The whole audience was stunned by his inexplicable words, and the motionless teddy bear silently raised a hand.

Only Lin Zhuo noticed, he raised the corners of his mouth, and speeded up again.

"Fuck! Lin Zhuo is awesome!!!"

"Brother Lin, hurry up! Get the number one back!"

"My God, how can he still have the strength!"

"Ten 77! Bravely fight for the first place! Lin Zhuo Lin Zhuo! He's so handsome that he flies off!"

……

In the second half of the run, Lin Zhuo had actually used up all his strength, and he was hanging completely by one breath.

When there were tens of meters left in the end, he saw the doll bear standing behind the finish line, and the expression on his face was inexplicably similar to that of Lu Qingyu.

Lin Zhuo wanted to laugh but was unable to do so. He saw the teddy bear raised his hand again.

Lin Zhuo gritted his teeth, the sweat on his forehead was a bit stinging, he simply closed his eyes and rushed towards the teddy bear.