Clow cards are all with writers

When Feng He returned to the sight of everyone in Class One of Three Years, the girl's face was slightly pink.

The literary and art committee member came over and took a closer look: "Did you put on too much blush?"

"Ah?" Feng He took a moment to react, and quickly fanned his face with his hand: "Yes...it's too hot!"

"That's right, there are so many people crowded, there are some people." The literary and art committee was persuaded by her rhetoric, and did not continue to dwell on this question: "By the way, where is the class card?"

Feng He was stunned.

Just now, Mr. Dazai took her to mess around in the corner, and put the class card on the wall because he thought the class card was in the way.

She forgot to take it when she came back!

Feng He turned around and wanted to go back to look for the class card, but suddenly stretched out a hand horizontally: "Student, this is yours, right?"

Fenghe looked up and saw Osamu Dazai blinking at her.

"...Thank you." She took the class card from Osamu Dazai, feeling guilty for no reason.

By the way, why is Mr. Dazai’s Chinese sentence so standard?

The literary and art committee looked at this strange and kind classmate, and then at Li Fenghe, who was inexplicably afraid to look up, and felt that there must be something between the two of them.She poked Li Fenghe's side and whispered: "Is there a story?"

From this point of view, what I said just now was too hot was simply an excuse.

Feng He shook his head like a rattle: "No."

The literary and art committee member let out an "ah", obviously not believing her.But she just asked casually out of curiosity, seeing that Li Fenghe didn't want to admit it, she passed it off casually: "He looks quite handsome, but he will look scumbag, so be careful."

"Pfft... I will." Feng He almost couldn't hold back his ridicule at Osamu Dazai.

The previous classes finished walking one by one, and soon it was Feng He's turn to line up in the preparation area.

The preparation area was still under the shadow of the building, and Feng He stood at the front of the queue holding a sign.In order to show her temperament and momentum even more, she also stepped on a pair of five-centimeter high heels.

The music playing on the stereo entered a node.

"One, two, one!" The sports committee member stood at the end of the queue and shouted out the rhythm while grabbing the music.

Feng He straightened his arms, held up the class card, and stepped into the first ray of sunlight stepping on the beat.

Before the dryness of the sun had time to overthrow them, the breeze blowing from a distance stirred Fenghe's long trailing skirt.

In the preparation area under the shadows, Osamu Dazai held the "wind" eyes left by Fuhe in his hand and watched the girl walking proudly in the sunshine with a smile.

"Wind" has completed the mission entrusted to her by the little master, and returned to the Sakura card with a slight breeze.

After walking the phalanx and doing radio gymnastics, all the missions of Feng He for the day are over.

On the first day of the sports meeting, she didn't have any projects to participate in. As long as she finished writing the ten newsletters that everyone had to write, she could find a corner of the auditorium and hold an umbrella to hide and chat with Osamu Dazai.

"What is the newsletter?" Osamu Dazai looked helplessly at the girl who started to copy the manuscript again: "Why do you feel like you are copying books every day in this sports meeting?"

Feng He pointed to the rostrum in the distance: "You will know when the competition starts."

As soon as her words fell, the reading of the first newsletter sounded from the rostrum: "There is your hard-working figure on the sports field! There is your evaporated sweat in the air! Peng Wenyuan, a student from Class [-] of the second year! You are suffering, please be strong! Win honor for the class!"

Osamu Dazai listened with a half-knowledge, and nodded: "What is the first competition event?"

Feng He looked down at the race schedule on his phone: "...obstacle run."

The least valuable and most interesting appetizer in the entire sports meeting.Thank goodness this newsletter was written so passionately.

After copying ten newsletters, Feng He took Osamu Dazai to hide in the last row of the class auditorium and opened the umbrella, and the two hid under the umbrella and whispered.

"Although this is safer, I am still a student. If we are caught like this, the teacher will suspect that I have a puppy love."

"Isn't it pretty good too?"

"...You really are plotting something wrong."

Osamu Dazai smiled and did not deny it.

Fenghe thought for a while, and took out "Xixue": "It will be fine if you disguise yourself as Dazai Zhizi!"

Osamu Dazai did not object to the fact that he was about to be disguised as a woman by the girl's magic. After "she" waited for the effect of "fine snow" to cover her whole body, he pressed the edge of the stool where Fuhe was sitting with his left hand, and raised the girl's face with his right hand. The broken hair on the side: "Since the gender has been changed, can Xiao Fenghe be more relaxed?"

"Osako Dazai" disguised by "Xiyuki" has soft black long straight hair, and his iris-colored eyes look more wine red in the low-light environment where the sun is blocked by an umbrella.

The air inside the umbrella is obviously not sealed, but it seems to be cut off from the outside world.

Feng He's hand holding the handle of the umbrella trembled, and the parasol fell down.

She pressed "Osako Dazai" on the shoulder and pushed him back: "Forbidden!"

"Forbidden what?" "Osako Dazai" laughed teasingly, as if he thought she was cute like this, and stared at her without blinking, waiting for an answer.

Prohibition... Prohibition of posting?

Fenghe's brain was a little short-circuited.

She suddenly realized that she used "Xi Xue" to save herself troubles, but it seemed to have the opposite effect.She was clearly asking for trouble!

Feng He attracted much attention in the women's 1000 meters on the second day of the Games.

The gold, silver and bronze medals of each event can accumulate the total points of the class, while the gold, silver and bronze medals of women's 1000 meters and men's 3000 meters will get 1.5 times more points than other events.

This is also to encourage students to participate in two long-distance running events that always report dissatisfaction.

Fenghe's number plate is Osamu Dazai helping her with other things.

She waved to Osamu Dazai, who was hiding in the crowd, and walked to the start of the runway.

In all fairness, for Feng He who was chased across the playground by Li Xiaolang, 1000 meters is not a big problem.Following her own breathing rhythm, she started running slowly, finished the first lap slowly, overtook slowly, and finally became the leader slowly.

"Xu Jiani, do you want to go down? Bring a bottle of water for Li Fenghe?" The sports committee saw the art committee member who was about to leave the auditorium from a distance and asked casually.

The art committee's first reaction was to look for someone on the side of the track. After seeing the familiar classmate, she calmly shook her head at the sports committee: "She doesn't need it."

"Ah?" The sports committee member looked confused, apparently failing to get what Xu Jiani meant.

The literary and art committee member was about to go out, but after thinking about the stubborn mind of the sports committee member, she was afraid that he would ruin Li Fenghe's good deed by running over to deliver water by himself, so she walked back: "Forget it, you should give it to me, I'll give it to you." to deliver."

"Thanks." The sports committee member, who originally planned to go down for a trip by himself, readily gave the water to the art committee member.

Fenghe also felt a little tired when he ran to the last 200 meters.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Osamu Dazai at the end of the track, adjusted her breathing a little, and then ran steadily towards the red line at the end.

At this time, she was actually not able to hear the voice that was too real.

Most of what she received in her mind were noisy cheers, the sound of the wind whizzing past her ears, and her own rhythmic panting.These meaningless voices occupied most of her thinking ability, but only a small part broke free from it.

"Little Fenghe."

"come on."

Just a small part, she captured it.

The red line at the end was light and soft, and she fell on the runway with a light touch.

Feng He ran forward for a few steps as a buffer before slowly stopping. She didn't feel any sensation when running, but felt more tired when she stopped.With her hands on her hips, she didn't get down on the ground and gasped for breath only by willpower.

Osamu Dazai helped the girl walk into the shadows, and handed her a bottle of mineral water: "No.1."

"That's not true." Panting heavily, Feng He did not forget to brag: "As long as I put my heart into it, I will definitely be able to do it."

"Finally accelerated."

"that is because……"

Because of the finish line.Before the girl could finish speaking, Osamu Dazai automatically completed the second half of the sentence for her.After walking almost, he found a bench and planned to let Fenghe sit down and have a rest.

Feng He moved her lips: "That's because—"

"You're at the finish line."

Because I am going to see you, I have to run with all my strength.