How the protagonist was marked by the poor

The clouds at night are very low, and only sparse stars are dotted in the clouds.

Shi Yao was lying on the balcony railing, he subconsciously took out his pocket, only to find that Wen Yuan had replaced the cigarettes in his pocket with candy.

He smiled, and pointed at Wen Yuan with a lollipop: "Brother Yuan, please explain."

Wen Yuan said meaningfully, "Cure your hypoglycemia."

"Huh? Be sneaky," Shi Yao peeled off the candy wrapper, stuffed one into his mouth, and looked at the person, "When did you put it?"

Wen Yuan curled his fingers, and from the hospital corridor, when Shi Yao was distracted by kissing him, he actually let go.

It's just that Shi Yao only discovered it today.

"What are you doing?" He couldn't answer the question, so he could only look at people with cold eyes.This point is so tough that it will break when you rub it, and it is very cute in Shi Yao's eyes.

Shi Yao said: "Nothing, it's just..." He approached suddenly, breathing on the side of his neck, "Let you try it too."

After speaking, he kissed her.

Wen Yuan tasted the taste of milk, which was the taste of Shi Yao's tongue.He responded to Shi Yao's kiss, facing the night sky and the wind passing through the treetops, both of them were breathing heavily, and the sugar in their hands even gave off a sticky smell.

At midnight, the campus became more and more silent. Wen Yuan and Shi Yao sat side by side with their backs against the wall, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The stars are not bright, but they can still break through the clouds and bring a little moonlight to the dim sky.

Shi Yao's cell phone rang a few times, the two of them were taken aback for a moment, and then quickly pressed the answer button.

The call was from Ms. Hu Xiaodie, and Shi Yao felt his hands were shaking. Seeing this, Wen Yuan took the call.

"Auntie, it's me," Wen Yuan said with downcast eyes, "Well, he's beside me."

"Well, okay," Wen Yuan nodded, and responded in a low voice. It wasn't until he hung up the phone that Shi Yao moved his lips and said, "How's it going?"

After Qian Duoduo's accident, Shi Yao hurriedly called Hu Xiaodie, and immediately sent the little hamster to the nearest pet hospital.

Fortunately, Qian Duoduo was fed too much by his classmates that day, and he only ate a little of the food that Li Qiang drugged.

Wen Yuan looked at the person, his dark eyes finally brought a smile: "Very successful, Qian Duoduo has woken up."

A relaxed mood finally appeared on Shi Yao's face, and a usual smile appeared on his brows: "Did my mother say anything else?"

"Auntie said that it is better to do my best in the competition tomorrow," Wen Yuan said, "on Friday, she will bring you a lot of money and pick you up together."

……

"Students, in this season of clear autumn and clear skies, we have won the annual sports meeting."

"In our most passionate age, we will continue to work hard and work hard. We will carry forward the Olympic spirit, compete for heights, and compete for ourselves."

"The 2018 World Games officially begins!"

The campus radio is broadcasting the opening ceremony of the sports meeting.

"Zhao Tingyan, you are fucking sick, right?" Wang Po really couldn't stand his nympho, "You can laugh like this just by listening to the radio."

"Is this a normal broadcast? These are the broadcast words read by my goddess herself." Zhao Tingyan vividly interpreted the image of the two idiots at this time.

Wang Po rolled his eyes silently, and pointed to the back, "Your Brother Yuan and Brother Shi are going to compete soon, so why don't you go and see."

After listening to Zhao Tingyan, he patted his head with his hand: "By the way, I almost forgot about it."

Wen Yuan Shiyao was wearing a blue and white school uniform, leaning against the back of the tree, a little idle, showing no nervous posture at all.

"Brother Yuan, Brother Shi," Zhao Tingyan ran over, "How about it, do you need anything, I'll buy it for you."

Wen Yuan and Shi Yao looked at him at the same time.

Zhao Tingyan counted them one by one: "Do you want chocolate?"

"Do you want mineral water?"

"Do you want to do a pre-match exercise, stretch your muscles or something."

"No need," Shi Yao's hair was blown into a few strands by the wind, he looked at Jiang Cen in the distance, his eyes were a little sharp, "I don't need it for now."

Jiang Cen seemed to have noticed something, and looked at Wen Yuan and Shi Yao. Shi Yao raised an eyebrow at him provocatively, and then said to Wen Yuan, "Let's go, tablemate, it's almost time."

The 100-meter sprint event comes first.Standing on the track, Wen Yuan saw that the number 09 on the white number plate was particularly obvious.

Zhao Tingyan held a small red flag at the side, waving the flag and said: "Brother Yuan! Brother Yuan!"

Wen Yuan glanced at him, then turned to look at Shi Yao, "Wait for me at the finish line."

Shi Yao gestured to him, and instead of going to the finish line first, he ran towards the finish line with Wen Yuan after the whistle sounded.

The two advanced side by side, at the same speed, surpassing the athletes behind by several meters.

Wen Yuan tilted his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and Shi Yao returned a typical smile.

The surrounding girls surrounded the outer circle, shouting together: "09! 09! 09 will win!"

The referee was a 40-year-old uncle with dark skin. He stood at the finish line in a daze and looked at the two of them: "This must be such a good brother!"

A female classmate next to him showed a meaningful smile: "Don't ask, asking is a touching brotherhood."

"Yes," the referee showed a somewhat envious expression, "I'm so moved."

The female classmate said: "Okay, teacher, come quickly, the two of you are here, and prepare to mark the time!"

When the referee heard this, he quickly regained his senses, and Wen Yuan also crossed the red line.

"09 on 10.59th, first."

Wen Yuan propped his hands on his knees, panting heavily, while Shi Yao stood on one side, bending his eyes and said, "I won, Brother Yuan."

Wen Yuan didn't feel too much about not being number one, he just liked the feeling of trying his best.

"Well," he looked at Shi Yao and said, "Stop sticking around here, go to the cannon to drink some water and replenish some water."

Before he finished speaking, Da Pao came over with a bunch of things, "Brother, when you don't need it, I'm here."

Shi Yao and Jiang Cen stood on the track at the same time, one 001 and the other 002.

Wen Yuan stood behind him, looking at Shi Yao's back, his palms were covered with sweat.

Zhao Dapao patted Wen Yuan on the shoulder and said, "Brother Yuan, don't worry, Shi Yao will definitely win."

"Release," Wen Yuan glanced at the hand on his shoulder, and said indifferently.

Zhao Dapao looked at his expression, closed his mouth resentfully, and muttered "Forget friends after seeing sex".Wen Yuan was not in the mood to care about him, and looked up at the referee holding the numbering gun high.

Hearing a "bang", Wen Yuan's heart shrank quickly.

Generally speaking, the 5000-meter run is more about patience. Athletes will choose to run at a constant speed first to maintain their physical strength, and save the last lap or two before sprinting.

However, Shi Yao and Jiang Cen came up at the speed of life and death, which was extremely intense.

The speed of the two was evenly matched, they almost ran side by side in the first seven laps, until the eighth lap, Wen Yuan noticed that Shi Yao's body staggered.

He suddenly remembered the doctor's words: "5000 meters, don't die!"

His heart was pulled hard.

He knew that Shi Yao definitely had something to hide from him, but Shi Yao didn't want to say it, and he didn't want to force him.

His eyes were fixed on 001 on the runway motionlessly, because Jiang Cen had already overtook him just now.

Shi Yao didn't seem to be in the right state, Wen Yuan threw the coat in his arms to Zhao Tingyan, and quickly followed.

The hair on Shi Yao's forehead was already soaked with sweat, Wen Yuan glanced at him, saw that his face was a little pale, and called him worriedly: "Shi Yao?"

He didn't want to interfere with Shi Yao's thoughts.

He knew that no matter what, Shi Yao would never quit in midfield.

Shi Yao turned his head, showing a light smile: "Brother Yuan, I'm fine."

"Well," Wen Yuan said, "I will run with you twice, just like you run with me."

A wind blew around the treetops and blew through the hair of the two of them. Shi Yao didn't speak until the tenth lap, when he smiled and said, "Go to the finish line and wait for me."

Wen Yuan didn't follow this time, he stopped at the finish line very obediently.Looking up, Shi Yao speeded up and chased after Jiang Cen.

On lap No.11, the two were even.

On the 12th lap, Shi Yao passed Jiang Cen by half a lap.

Shi Yao had only one thought, run!run ahead.

Time, distance, none of these can be his hindrance.

As long as he surpasses these, his Wen Yuan will smile at him at the end of victory.

Victory itself is meaningless, but Wen Yuan is.

The position of Shi Yao's glands seemed to be on fire, but he didn't care, Wen Yuan stood outside the red line facing the wind, Shi Yao rushed across the finish line amidst cheers, and hugged him in his arms.

There were exclamations all around, Shi Yao pulled Wen Yuan and fell down on the lawn with him.

The referee said from the side: "Student, get up, get up and take a walk, or you won't be able to get up the next day."

Shi Yao was so tired that he didn't want to say a word. Zhao Dapao stood in front of the referee and said, "It's okay, teacher. He won't get up tomorrow. I'll carry him downstairs."

After all, his elder brother Shi is a male god in half a circle of Superman.

referee:"……"

All right, who will let others be the first.

Jiang Cen has just reached the finish line now, his eyelids are slightly lowered, showing a cold arc.As soon as he reached the finish line, he walked straight in Shi Yao's direction.

Wen Yuan pulled Shi Yao up and looked at Jiang Cen warily.

Jiang Cen came to the two of them, his face was covered with sweat, water dripped down his chin.His gaze paused for a moment on Wen Yuan pulling Shi Yao's hand.His eyes were full of malice, and he said viciously to Shi Yao, "Shi Mingyue, the woman who committed suicide two years ago, must be your sister."

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