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The countdown to the winter sports meeting of No. [-] Middle School has begun, and the excitement of the students has fast forwarded to the sports meeting.

After all, this is the only large-scale national event held in school in high school. It doesn’t matter whether you participate in the project or not. What is exciting is that what is more comfortable than not having classes for three days or even self-study in the morning and evening?

However, this sports meeting is different for Class 84.

Ruan Jing came home from the studio at night, went into his own room, threw away his schoolbag, and the phone page in his hand was a class private group where chattering and chatting.

The class private group of Class 84 is different from another public group where teachers of all subjects are present. It is created by the students themselves. All students let go of chatting and become more active.

Lin Bai suddenly posted a photo, which was a notice about the sports meeting on the bulletin board, and circled a line of words, in short - the class ranked first in age can get a class fee and a class teacher bonus.

Someone in the group joked that he had to work hard to earn Lao Xiao's salary back, and this topic started. A certain spy reported that Class 83 also had this plan.

As soon as the class group changed their state of casual jokes, they inexplicably ignited their fighting spirit of not admitting defeat. They all woke up from sleepiness and geared up for the challenge, threatening that the championship this time was bound to be won.

Ruan Jing was amused, so he also yelled "Chong Chong Chong" a few times while taking advantage of the chaos.

The public group next door updated a message in a timely manner. It was Xiao Sheng who posted the registration form for the sports meeting in the group file, and encouraged everyone to exercise more in cold weather, sign up enthusiastically, and the most important thing is to participate.

However, as before, there is no gossip after a neat "received".

Ruan Jingqie went back to the private group and saw Shen Wei sent a message——

"Sorry, it's my fault that the teacher withheld salary..."

After Shen Hua stood up, those who had been bullied by Shi Yinyin jointly sent a letter to the principal's office. After investigation by the school, the incident was found to be true, and the perpetrators Shi Yinyin and Zhou Fan had been notified and punished.

During this period of time, everyone tacitly kept silent on this matter, and they all wanted their squad leader to turn the matter over in their hearts.

For Shen Wei, apart from being touched by everyone's usual attitude, he is always feeling sorry for Xiao Sheng and Xiao Sheng.

Everyone didn't think there was anything wrong with Shen Wei, and they couldn't answer "it's okay" instead of Lao Xiao, although everyone knew that Lao Xiao wouldn't care.

Sun Qi also moved quickly, and immediately sent a message: "The squad leader took the lead, and set an example for everyone by taking the first point."

Shen Hua laughed, no longer indulged in emotions, and proudly pulled out the registration form for the public group: "Okay, I'll go first!"

As soon as the class leader moved, the atmosphere in the group became more cheerful. They said that all the class leaders who ran the 400-meter race for 5 minutes had rushed, and they could do it themselves, so they laughed and discussed the events they wanted to sign up for.

Seeing that the registration form was constantly being updated, Ruan Jing was inspired by the atmosphere and had the idea of ​​finding a project to play with.

He originally planned to hide in the art building for a few days, but when he thought about the excitement of the competition, he felt that it was too miserable for him to sit alone in front of the drawing board and be frozen into a stupid dog.

After thinking about it, he sent a message to Qin Xijue, wanting to ask him if he would like to sign up for some events, but at the last basketball game dinner, he heard from Lu Song that Qin Xijue never participated in such class activities.

Qin Xijue didn't reply to the message, but called directly.

Ruan Jing was taken aback, and quickly took out the earphones to connect them. It was quiet there, and there was no music from the bar. He couldn't help being surprised: "Mr. Qin, didn't you go to the bar?"

Qin Xijue seemed to be sorting things out, and only replied after a few noises: "I'm checking the warehouse, what did you sign up for?"

Qin Xijue also wore earphones, and the earphones were sometimes close to his lips during activities, so that the breathing that was unstable due to exercise could be transmitted clearly.

Ruan Jing's side is too quiet, the sound of breathing is like a wave, light and itchy, slowly scratching his ear, he got stuck before replying: "...I don't have any ideas, I just wanted to ask you. Yes Now, will chatting like this delay you?"

"It's okay," Qin Xijue quickly replied, "Just watch and report for me."

Ruan Jing was startled, with such a confident tone, his eyes even twitched playfully at the shot put and discus throwing, and thought that Boss Qin took the time to reply in his busy schedule, so don't delay his work with jokes, so after a brief discussion , Both of them reported a few runners respectively.

As the phone call came to an end, Ruan Jing and Qin Xijue said they were going to wash up, and then lay down and played games.

Qin Xijue responded and asked him to rest early before hanging up the phone.

As soon as the phone was hung up, the boy at the bar who was counting the warehouse with him suddenly came over, laughing gossipingly.

"Brother Qin, is your girlfriend?"

"..." Qin Xijue rolled up his shirt sleeves, picked up the account book, and quickly checked the numbers at a glance, "Student."

The little brother didn't stop working, and clicked his tongue: "No, normally you don't even read the messages, but when this person gets a message, you call back... Oh, I understand."

Qin Xijue didn't raise his head.

Brother: "Brother Ruan, right?"

The tip of Qin Xijue's writing paused, and then he continued to write after a while, and said lightly, "Why do you think it's him?"

The little brother chuckled, didn't answer, and sold his brother immediately gossip: "You two have a really good relationship. He comes to the bar and stares at you when he's not playing games."

Qin Xijue: "..."

Now he really forgot what to write.

He put down the account book, his mind went blank for a few seconds, and then he picked up his phone and looked. It seemed that Ruan Jing had really gone to wash up, and Ban Qun and Xiao Qun were gone.He involuntarily opened Ruan Jing's last message with him, looked at it, and then went back.

After the phone screen turned off naturally, he glanced sideways at his own reflection on the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

There's nothing inappropriate about wearing this outfit by yourself. In the eyes of that person... it should be considered acceptable?

On the second day, Xiao Sheng found that the form that he had procrastinated until the last day and hadn't filled in was suddenly full. It seemed that he no longer needed to talk and arrange projects one by one.

Although confusing, the result is also reassuring.

So in the class meeting, the problem that needs to be worried can be carried on to the next one.

Xiao Sheng looked around his classmates, and then landed on Qin Xijue. Ruan Jing knew that Lao Xiao wanted Qin Xijue to hold a sign in front of the phalanx.

According to the usual practice, the phalanx practice and placard raising should be practiced after dinner and evening self-study. Qin Xijue must have no time to go to the bar after dinner.

Lao Xiao's arrangement is going to be rejected, and this scene will somewhat embarrass the two parties.

Ruan Jing thought about this, and suddenly raised his hand to recommend himself.

"Teacher, I want to hold a placard! Do you think I am qualified?"

The whole class looked back at him, even Qin Xijue was a little surprised.

Lin Bai turned his head and showed an expression of appreciation: "Brother Jing, you are so active for Lao Xiao's bonus, we all have to learn from you."

Ruan Jing laughed.

Of course it's good for someone to recommend himself, and Xiao Sheng agreed on the spot.

In Xiao Sheng's mind, Ruan Jing was of course qualified.As the head teacher, he felt that all the kids in his class were good-looking, the quiet ones were cute and docile, and the noisy ones were energetic.It's just that Qin Xi's skills are higher and his studies are top-notch, so he can be used as a facade.

But Ruan Jing is also good, sunny and lively, with the artistic atmosphere of an art student, and he is as tall and straight as a young white poplar.

Unexpectedly, however, Xiao Sheng's silent love for the students immediately collapsed when everyone walked into the phalanx.

Standing in the bleak cold wind, he looked at the crooked irregular polygons, his throat was slightly sore from overuse, and there was only one vicissitudes of thought in his mind——

... You were not like this before.

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"So love goes away, right?"

Art upstairs.

Ruan Jing lightly inhaled his nose that was red from the cold, because of lack of sleep, he yawned continuously, his eyes were misty, and he looked a little pitiful.

He poked again at the paint that had frozen into a hard mass, feeling a sense of distress and sadness that only art students can experience.

Look at this art path that treats you like first love abuses me thousands of times.

The comrades around him couldn't even squeeze out the paint, so they glanced helplessly at Ruan Jing's inventory: "Dig some for me, brother."

This sentence made Ruan Jing habitually ache: "I can only dig a little."

The other party understood the mentality of "it's okay to give you ten yuan, and you have to think about digging out some paint." However, this man bent his paintbrush almost, but he couldn't dig out any paint.

The two fell silent at the same time.

Old Xu walked past the door of the studio, looked at it with his head, and rushed away tremblingly: "Come on, stop painting, go down and play, didn't you apply for a project?"

Ruan Jing has been busy with training recently, and the homework in the art class has not been completed yet, so he took advantage of the lack of projects to draw two strokes, who knows that the sky is not fulfilled.

The comrade-in-arms threw away the paintbrush and gave up completely: "My girlfriend's project is about to start, I'm going to cheer her on."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly withdrew.

Ruan Jing rubbed his hands, wondering if his girlfriend is a big deal, he looked through the project schedule by himself, and it was time to find Qin Xijue.

As soon as the opening ceremony is over, it enters the stage of personal projects.

Ruan Jing's latest event is in the afternoon, so he is not in a hurry, so he plans to watch Qin Xijue's sprint competition.

He passed by the class tea station and saw Shen Wei tearing open a pack of glucose and getting it ready.

Ruan Jing glanced at a familiar cup on the table, which Qin Xijue often used, suddenly turned around and walked over, reached out to touch it, and it was cold.

He and Shen Hua ordered a small bag of glucose, and replaced Qin Xijue's water with slightly hot water mixed with glucose, measured the temperature by hand, thinking that the temperature should be just right when someone drinks it.

Shen Hua cleared her throat on the sidelines, very deliberately pretentious, Ruan Jing knew what she wanted to tease, but refused to answer, then turned around with a water glass, walked away calmly amidst Shen Hua's booing laughter, waved goodbye .

It was really too cold, and the clothes were too thick, and the exposed skin was constantly being blown by the wind like a blade.The track and field is damp and frosty, and when you step on it, the biting cold can penetrate the soles of your shoes and touch the soles of your feet.

Ruan Jing came to the side of the track, surrounded by athletes who gritted their teeth and took off their coats to prepare for the competition, as well as relatives and friends who were gloating and smiling like wrapped balls.

Laughing and playing together.

The referee was handing out the bib number. Ruan Jing heard the referee read Qin Xijue's name in the crowd, so he pushed through the crowd to look for it.

He walked a few steps, and happened to meet Qin Xijue who was walking out of the crowd with his number cloth.

Ruan Jingxin was as happy as if he had successfully joined forces, he laughed a cloud of white mist, and waved his hand.

"Teacher Qin! Good morning!"

Qin Xijue, who was taking off his coat, was taken aback when he saw this, and then looked at the water glass in Ruan Jing's hand.

Ruan Jing glanced at the short sleeves that Qin Xijue was wearing alone, and shivered violently as if he felt what he felt. He hissed, and touched Qin Xijue's hand, which was indeed stiff with cold. Stuffing it into Qin Xijue's hand, he took the number cloth and pinned it to his chest: "Cover it first, if you're thirsty, drink a little, it contains glucose."

Qin Xijue responded, unscrewed the screw and took a sip slowly. The temperature of the hot water entering his throat gradually warmed his body. He stood in the noisy and crowded room, quietly looking at the man who was looking down at the number cloth through the white mist he exhaled. .

Ruan Jing struggled with the pins: "How come there is this kind of undressing competition in the morning, doesn't it make people get sick from the cold?"

Qin Xijue's eyes fell on Ruan Jingyin's stiff and inflexible hand, silently calculating the possibility of accidental injury: "I'm already overheated, and I won't be cold after exercising."

Ruan Jing was worried: "Take it easy, the competition is second, and the body is the first."

Qin Xijue smiled silently. The smile was too shallow. Normally, Ruan Jing, who was working with his head down, would not have noticed it. However, Ruan Jing caught the small cloud of hot air that accompanied the smile.

Ruan Jing glanced at him inexplicably: "What are you happy about?"

Qin Xijue looked down at him, and the end of his eyelashes was covered with the rare sunshine in winter: "Everyone who participates in the competition is rushing to No. 1."

Of course he did too.

Qin Xijue glanced at the track covered by the sun, his face was indifferent, but the imminence in his eyes was as dazzling as the sun falling in his eyes.

Ruan Jing laughed, yes, this is Qin Xijue.

Don't look at the things you don't want to do, and once you do it, you have the confidence to do it with all your strength.

The whistle sounded, and Ruan Jing finally fixed the number bib.The referee began to make preparations. Ruan Jing took Qin Xijue's jacket and cheered him up: "Come on, I'll be waiting for you!"

Qin Xijue nodded, turned around and walked over.

Ruan Jing was outside the track, his gaze followed Qin Xijue.

He has always had full confidence in Mr. Qin. After all, he has played ball games together and knows that this man is also outstanding in sports.

After checking the number of people in the group, Qin Xijue followed the group to the preparation track. He bowed slightly, and his eyes staring ahead became focused and calm for a moment.

Ruan Jing suddenly felt a slight palpitation in his heart.

Ruan Jing was still in a daze, his reaction was a few seconds late, his ears automatically received the gunshots and shouts from around him, and he turned his head following the figures on the track, only to see that the athletes had already rushed away like a gust of wind.

He stared blankly at the figure who ran to the front.

Qin Xijue lived up to everyone's expectations. In more than half of the morning, he went from the first place in the group stage to the first place in the grade group.

At the end, Ruan Jing was so happy that he jumped up, and the campus radio immediately broadcast the battle situation with Qin Xijue's name, and he saw the person who was being broadcast came over breathing steadily.

Ruan Jing trotted over: "The thief is amazing, Mr. Qin! I can already imagine you taking pictures with the prize."

Qin Xijue raised his head to drink water, his eyes and brows were already smiling, and he looked at Ruan Jing: "What's the prize?"

Ruan Jing handed him the coat, and gestured with a smile: "A pen and a hard-shell notebook? But the title page of the notebook is stamped, red, and huge—the No. 1 age group of the Winter Games."

Qin Xijue nodded: "You take it and use it, your wrong question booklet is almost finished."

Ruan Jing was stunned: "That's so embarrassing, I didn't win it..." He changed his mind, it was the same if Qin Xijue won it, "If that's the case, give it to me, how many are original... "

Qin Xijue couldn't help laughing.

After the two of them rested, they had nothing to do in the morning, so they planned to watch the battle of other students.

Ruan Jing passed by everywhere, and was stuffed with some snacks by friends who were like spring outings, so Qin Xijue's pockets were also requisitioned.

He gnawed on the lollipop: "Actually, I don't have the confidence to win No.1 in this afternoon's game..."

Qin Xijue sorted out the candy in his pocket: "Go and have fun, the most important thing is to participate."

Ruan Jing was surprised, thinking that Teacher Qin was only strict with himself and lenient with others.

As the two chatted and walked, Ruan Jing saw Shen Wei standing beside the high jump venue, so he walked over.

Unexpectedly, I saw the picture of Sun Qi and Zhou Fan competing in the same group, and the students from the two classes who didn't think it was a big deal were shouting and cheering, as if it was an item to compare their voices.

Shen Wei saw the two of them, and saw Qin Xijue holding candy for others, so she smiled and said hello: "You guys are here."

Ruan Jing: "..." He chewed the sugar into pieces.

Sun Qi and Zhou Fan are completely hooked, and the competition for honor and old hatred is like adding fuel to the fire.

Shen Wei looked at it, and suddenly yelled to cheer up, and Sun Qi slipped.

Shen Hua muttered strangely: "What's wrong with Sun Qi, is he in a bad state?"

Ruan Jing laughed so hard that he straightened his body and straightened his face: "It must be because our class is not cheering loudly enough. Put on the old grandson's name and work harder, monitor."

Hearing this, Shen Wei hurriedly directed everyone, and took the lead in shouting.

Sun Qi sensed that something was wrong, and took a look this way, and sure enough, he saw that his brother was making amends.

So he pretended to be angry and waved his fist, signaling "wait, you boy", turned around and continued the game with such momentum that he could almost overwhelm the audience.

At the end of the high jump competition, Sun Qi won the first place in the grade group.

He didn't even have time to put on his coat, so he turned around and chased Ruan Jing and began to fight all over the playground. Ruan Jing immediately ran behind Qin Xijue to dodge, but Qin Xijue mercilessly pulled him out to face the gust of wind.

A morning quickly ended in jubilation.