After the rain

Xin Dalu leaned forward from Song Qikun's shoulders to his elbows, and exclaimed, "You look so handsome!"

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone, stretched his neck and glanced back and forth between the order book and the small blackboard, "Brother Shen, have you finished writing? Come, come, let's take a photo."

The three of them stood in front of the tent of class 17 and asked the girls in the same class to help them take a group photo.

The girl blocked the sunlight with her hand to check the effect, and swiped her finger across the screen to find that she had taken an extra photo at some point.In the photo, only Duan Zheng was looking at the camera, and the two people next to them turned their faces sideways as if they were talking about something, their eyes met very close, and the atmosphere was slightly subtle, an indescribable feeling.

"How was the filming going?" Duan Zheng came over, "Let me see."

"Ah." The girl came back to her senses, switched back to the previous one, returned the phone to him, and said with a smile, "They are all handsome."

"Thank you." Duan Zheng was very satisfied after reading it, and sent it to Shen Yan, shaking his fingertips, and sent another copy to Xie Junwen.

"You're welcome." The girl replied absent-mindedly, her eyes fell on the backs of Song Qikun and Shen Yan who had already walked several meters away, ignoring the faintly emerging weirdness in her heart, she secretly lamented how good their relationship was.

The competitions on the playground are in full swing, the background music covering the whole venue has a clear rhythm, the audience is cheering for the athletes hoarsely, the radio station is constantly reading the cheering scripts delivered by each class, whistles, starting guns, and cheering. The cheers of people's hearts, countless voices mixed and blended, the condensed enthusiasm surpassed the cold.

Song Qikun and Shen Yandong walked around and watched all the competitions in the morning. During the process, they often encountered requests for group photos. It was inevitable and it was hard to refuse. I couldn't count how many times they took pictures. Movable tourist attractions in general.

Most of them were taken by Song Qikun. After all, he was very well-dressed, but he insisted on buying one and getting one free. On Shen Yan, the two big boys were shoulder to shoulder as if inseparable, and asked the girl to stand next to each other with a gap in between. A distance that is neither awkward nor embarrassing.

Shen Yan just wanted to watch the game, and it was inevitable that he would feel a little bored when being disturbed by strangers all the time. The more he patted his face, the colder he looked. Others might not be able to tell the difference, but Song Qikun saw it clearly, and declined several groups of people one after another.

They watched the senior men's team throw shot puts in the semicircle area inside the curve. Compared with other events, there were fewer spectators, and they were scattered outside the safety line in a colony-like manner.

Shen Yan looked at it very seriously, his eyes followed the shot put, and his brain actively memorized the results of each contestant. The best performer in the preliminaries is a little chubby from Class 8.

Song Qikun hugged him from behind, and when the round of the competition was over, when the staff came forward to pick up the small iron flag in the area, he whispered, "Xiaobao."

"Ok?"

"sorry."

"?" The thoughtless apology made Shen Yan feel baffled, "What's wrong?"

Song Qikun said: "I forced you to take a photo with them, which made you unhappy."

Shen Yan was silent for a while, then shook his head and said softly, "It's not because of this."

"……Um?"

"They like you."

Those shy or secretive eyes followed Song Qikun, and it was obvious what kind of thoughts he had. The combination of crisis and possessiveness made him very uncomfortable, but he couldn't do anything about it, so he became more and more annoyed.

Song Qikun was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbfounded, and moved his fingers, "Xiaobao."

Shen Yan held it naturally, "Yes."

"I only like you, I am the same to them, only you are different."

Shen Yan looked down at the little crescent moon on his nails, and said calmly, "It sounds like the lines of a scumbag in a TV series."

"..." Song Qikun choked, unable to laugh or cry, "Hello—"

A new round of throwing is about to start, Shen Yan calmed down, "It's all right now."

After a short pause, he said again: "From now on, you don't have to say sorry to me."

Song Qikun was surprised, "Why?"

"I don't like to hear this sentence." Shen Yan stopped and listened to the staff reporting the meter, and then said, "Just give me a hug."

He had said and heard too many words 'I'm sorry' before, and in his memory, all the scenes where it appeared seemed to be gray and black, which made him feel painful and he didn't want to think about it.

His mood swings were extremely shallow, and Song Qikun couldn't grasp what he didn't intend to reveal. He opened his mouth to say something, but was reminded by his finger, "Watch the game."

30. Reward

Song Qikun had a project in the afternoon, so he changed into another light and loose clothes—the No. 76 jersey with double S printed on it.

He put the jersey on Shen Yan, pulled the hem of the shirt evenly at the neckline, took a half step back and glanced up and down, and joked: "Couple outfit."

It was the first time for Shen Yan to hear that the suits could be called couples' outfits if they were worn separately. Seeing Song Qikun's expression on his brows and eyes as bright as the sun on a sunny day, he suppressed his slander before he could speak, and turned his head to study the number on the clothes.

He has always been curious about whether this number has any special meaning. He stared at it and pondered for a long time, but still had no clue.

Song Qikun chuckled silently and explained, "Your name."

Shen Yan understood immediately, his eyes opened slightly.

"Tsk." Seeing this rare appearance made people's hearts itch, Song Qikun searched for the key he had just put in his trouser pocket, opened the door and pushed the person in.

When they came out a few minutes later, the faces of both parties were a little flushed.

Shen Yan lifted the fig leaf of someone who was in danger, and mercilessly accused, "You bit me."

Strawberries are picked and planted in batches, and the harvest is quite good, but the process is not satisfactory, and the technology is still worrying.

Song Qikun smoked from his head, covered his mouth and led him into the elevator, "I was wrong, I was wrong, please stop talking!"

Shen Yan said in a muffled voice, "It hurts."

"Ah? Is it broken? Open your mouth and let me see."

Shen Yan snorted.

"...Will you show me?"

"I lied to you."

"..."

Most of the boys participating in the high jump are tall and have long legs that attract attention. Among them are gym trainees, and friends from the same team "dragged their families" to come to cheer. It was only by asking for a helper to pull the red line that the police could barely make it out.

Each contestant can try jumping three times in each round. Those who skip the jump will advance to the next round, and those who fail to jump three times will be eliminated.

The sky was sparsely clouded, the scorching sun at noon hit the ground directly, and the temperature continued to rise. The competition unknowingly approached the final stage.

The crossbar rises to a seemingly insurmountable height, and it stands tremblingly between the two columns. The wind makes it shake faintly, and it is so fragile that it may fall if touched.Everyone present was sweating for the two athletes, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Shen Yan didn't have time to pinch Song Qikun's shoulders, so he pulled up the brim of his hat and focused on the game.

Five centimeters determine the competition, and last year's champion continued his glory with a standard back jump style.

"Ooh-"

"Brilliant!!"

The sudden burst of applause and cheers at the scene was like a surging tide, which lasted for a long time.

He tried to break the record, the bar continued to rise, and the audience did not leave, waiting to witness the historic moment.

The result is a little regrettable.

The notification sound of the radio station usually silenced for a moment, and then it sounded——

"Students who participated in the 200-meter sprint competition in the second-year men's group are invited to go to the inspection office for inspection."

"Students who participated in the 200-meter sprint competition in the second-year men's group are invited to go to the inspection office for inspection."

The leisurely spreading voice was like pressing the action button for the crowd, and they collectively moved to another venue. Song Qikun also pulled Shen Yan's wrist to stand up, returned the temporarily borrowed plastic stool, and walked across half of the football field to the center for inspection place.

Liu Xinrong was there to help distribute the number bibs, and asked him: "The high jump is over? How is it?"

"Well, No.6." Song Qikun stood beside him to get the number cloth, "Eh? A pin is missing."

Liu Xinrong took one from the small box on the table and handed it to him, saying, "That's not bad, the top eight have bonuses, come on later, and win the first place!"

Song Qikun thought he didn't have that ability, and said with a smile: "I will try my best."

He was in the second group of four. Shen Yan waited for him at the finish line with water and a towel. He happened to meet Duan Zheng who was rushing to the long jump venue and asked for a palm-sized fan to use.

Duan Zheng was very arrogant, raised his eyebrows and said confidently: "When Brother Song finishes running, come and see me break the record!"

Shen Yan was overwhelmed by his self-confidence exuding from the inside out, looking forward to his performance, nodded in response, "Okay."

In the 200-meter final, Song Qikun ran first in the group and ranked sixth in the final.

It can be said that good things come in pairs.

He didn't sweat much at the moment, just wiped his forehead with a towel, looked down at Shen Yan's phone screen, "Let me see what ugly photos you took of me again, huh?"

"It's not ugly." Shen Yan asked him to hold the flip by himself, flip the small fan switch, and provide automatic blowing service from all angles.

Ugly is not ugly, but there is a certain gap between the photos taken under normal circumstances, especially the frontal photos during the [-]-meter sprint, the hairstyle and facial expressions are not very beautiful, and the high jump photos, the poses are more funny.

Song Qikun didn't mind him saving these photos, and returned the phone to him after looking at it, raised his hair with one hand, closed his eyes and approached the fan, his face was almost stuck to the net cover, letting the cool breeze take away the heat, "Where's the fan?"

"I got it with Duan Zheng." Shen Yan took off his baseball cap and put it on his head, saying, "He wants us to watch his game."

"You wear it." Song Qikun buckled it back, raised his chin and blew on his neck, "What competition?"

"long jump."

Song Qikun took off the number cloth, "Then return this first."

Shen Yan said: "Well, hold the fan and blow it."

Not long after the long jump competition started, most of the spectators around were familiar faces at first glance. According to visual inspection, more than half of the students in Class 17 were familiar with each other.