What do you want to do

Hearing the sound of sealing ink on the radio, Zeno let out a sigh of relief, folded his hands lazily and half-opened his eyes, and then looked at the lineup that was about to start the long-distance running competition. There were more than 20 people, all of them middle-aged and young.

The boss sat beside him, looking at the students of various departments charging and running on the field for a while, and at Zeno beside him for a while.

"Boss, does your neck hurt?" Zeno turned to look at him, and then asked.

The boss was looking at him, stunned for a moment, his cheeks turned red.

"It doesn't hurt," the silly boss said, but only after he said it did he realize that what Zeno said was simply mocking him, "Sier, you are so bad."

Zeno blinked his eyes, did not speak, turned his head to look at the playground, and waved hello to the second child who ran past.

"come on."

The second child staggered and almost fell.Obviously just to cheer up, why did Zeno say it as if he was mourning again, which broke his heart.

"Fourth! Water!" The third child ran after the second child and yelled at Zeno.

Zeno looked down at the water bottle he had already drank in his hand, raised his hand and threw the boss's half bottle of water over, and said, "You're welcome."

The third child opened the water and poured it on his head, then threw the bottle and continued to run.

"Why don't you throw your own?" The boss looked at him dissatisfied, then tilted his head and shouted, "Don't come back to sleep if you can't make it to the top five!"

This roar was so loud that everyone who heard it laughed and began to imitate what the boss said, yelling at the people in your class or in your dormitory, "Hey, did you hear that, if you can't make it to the top five, don't come back to sleep ~!!"

Zeno also laughed, tilted his head and said, "If you don't come back, why don't you go to sleep in another dormitory? You will definitely miss your second child, how close you two are when you go in and out together every day."

"We are close?!" The boss stood up abruptly, then glared, "You and Feng Mo are called close!"

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With a swish sound, all the people who had been yelling and cheering at the playground all turned their heads to look at the boss, and then at Qino. They only had one thought in their hearts, that it turned out that there was really something going on between Zeno and Feng Mo.

Zeno's face was originally pale, but now his face is even paler and a little blue, obviously angry.

"Zhao Qiang, what nonsense are you talking about?"

It’s okay for a few people in the dormitory to talk and gossip casually, but now they are shouting out in such a loud voice in front of the public. Just look at the eyes of those students and you will know that this is a big misunderstanding.

Zhao Qiang, the boss, realized that what he said was wrong, and he knew that Zeno was just joking with him just now, but he... well, overreacted.

Hearing the whispered discussions of the people behind him, Zeno couldn't hold back, but he knew that if he left at this time, they would definitely say that he didn't have it.

Fortunately, he usually didn't have much expression on his face, even though he was already angry at this moment, he still looked neither cold nor cold.

Even the voice he yelled at Zhao Qiang just now didn't carry any emotion, it was just a cold swish.

The boss looked at Zeno with a dry smile, not knowing what to say.

Zeno glanced at him, turned his head and ignored him, and as for the other students who were whispering, he couldn't control it, and he couldn't control it either.

What they like to say is their business and has nothing to do with themselves.

The 5000-meter long-distance race is going on here, and the high jump and long jump are on the field. Zi Nuo has no interest in these, but he was stunned when he went to the 100-meter final field. That guy is really conspicuous, as expected of a basketball player , half a head taller than those people.

No matter what you say, there is half a playground between the two, but Feng Mo turned around as if he had a feeling, and saw Zeno sitting there wearing his basketball team jacket and a peaked cap. He frowned and looked up. He wanted to go over, but was pulled down by He Junming, "Where do you want to go, it's fine if you didn't catch you yesterday, today is the final, even if you study hard and don't care about the scores, you still have to stay here Make a show."

Feng Mo glanced at him, then at Qino's direction, and said nothing.

He didn't know what he wanted to do just now, but subconsciously wanted to say hello to Zeno.

"Marshal Feng, can you stop standing here like this, at least you do some preparatory activities, it means that the 100-meter final is coming soon, how can you let others run like this?" He Junming scratched his scalp with both hands, He really felt that if Feng Mo didn't graduate, then no one else would get No. 1 in the annual [-] you sprint, at least the school record would be refreshed by Feng Mo himself once a year.

Feng Mo's answer to this was just to squint at him, then shake his left leg meaningfully, and then shake his right leg, and then stand on the starting line with the other six people, posing in a good position, and the people from the sports department fired the order gun to prepare , Two rings, a bang, Feng Mo rushed out like a runaway wild horse, and pulled the other six people behind him at the start, leading by a long way.

Zeno stared straight at Feng Mo's figure, and as he quickly crossed the finish line, Zeno's eyes never left him, and then he slowed down and stopped after seeing him rushing a long way, hanging Only then did my heart drop.

Liu Meng looked at the timer, his scalp was numb.

Turning to look at Feng Mo who was jogging back to his side, he gave a thumbs up: "Marshal Feng, it's 0.02 seconds faster than last year, congratulations, I guess you will participate once next year, and no one in our academy can break the record."

Feng Mo glanced at him, then looked in the direction of Zeno, it was too far away, even if he had good eyesight, he could only see a blurry shadow, and couldn't clearly see the expression on Zeno's face.

"President? What are you looking at!" Liu Meng patted him on the shoulder, then turned his head to look puzzled.

"It's nothing, you guys record it." Feng Mo shook his head, looked at the long-distance race final that was drawing to a close, and walked towards the finish line.

Zeno was dragged by the boss to run towards the finish line, ready to pick up the two roommates who were already exhausted like dead dogs.

He was very reluctant. The tenet Zeno believed in was that people should stay still in life, and move as much as they could. To put it bluntly, he was lazy.

Although he usually walks from one classroom to another, in fact he doesn't like to ride a bike, otherwise he would have ridden around the campus on a bicycle like everyone else.

"Just walk over there, what are you running for?" Zeno frowned and looked at the boss.

He murmured in his heart, isn't the second child running No.4? See how excited he is.

"Didn't you see that they have reached the finish line? Hurry up." The boss let go of Zeno's arm and ran towards the finish line by himself. In fact, they should have gone there earlier and waited, but the boss made a wrong calculation and thought there was still a little more time left. Circle to run.

The second child was going to sit on the ground after running, he was panting and felt lung pain, but Feng Mo who came over grabbed his shoulder and didn't let him sit down.

"Go ahead and take a breather, I forgot what I gave you during training!" Feng Mo stared at a group of collapsed people.

The people who had already been lying on the ground could only get up again, and then walked slowly and smoothly, which was really a tormenting thing.

If it weren't for the people who signed up for the long-distance race to get a lot of bonus points, they wouldn't be able to rush upwards so desperately.

"How is it? Are you still alive?" The boss leaned over to hold the arm of the second child with one hand, and the shoulder of the third child with the other, and asked worriedly.

"Ahem, from now on, I won't run five thousand anymore. I think, I'm going to die soon." The second child gasped, draping the shoulders of the boss, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand upright.

The third child was even worse than him, he just lay down on the ground after taking a walk, and then he couldn't speak.

"Are you okay?" Zeno walked over and kicked the third child's feet, leaning over to look at him.

The third child shook his head, he wasn't so tired during normal training, how could there be such a difference.

Zi Nuo turned his head and glanced at the ten people preparing for the men's [-]-meter long-distance race. Seeing Feng Mo standing on the starting line, he frowned in confusion and asked, "There's still [-] meters left?"

He thought it would be five thousand at most, but he didn't expect there to be ten thousand more.

"[-] meters is the most devilish schedule in our college. Anyone who dares to challenge this event can be regarded as a national-level athlete. Watch how Marshal Feng crossed the finish line." It was not someone else who said this, but He Jun Ming, he came here specially to give orders.

"Hey, juniors, come, come, place your bet, guess who will be first, who will be second, and who will be third." Longlong walked over with a plastic bag in his hand, and Zeno glanced at it. The money, five yuan, ten yuan, twenty one hundred, and the Secretary-General Guo Yang who is following Longlong to take this small notebook to record, this... is simply a blatant gambling.

Seeing him looking at him in surprise, Longlong laughed, "Oh, this junior, don't you bet? This is where even the school leaders participate." Shaking the bag, he pointed at Guo Yang who took it. In the booklet in his hand, there is a string of 100 yuan bets with the names of the school leaders written on it.

Zeno's expression was a bit tangled. These principals and class teachers don't play this game with the students every year, do they?This is too weird.

"You freshmen don't understand. Even if the school leaders win the bet, they won't give them the money. Don't worry." It was hard for him to spit out his pockets.

Zi Nuo looked at him suspiciously and didn't speak. Instead, the boss, the second and the third took out 100 yuan, and handed it to Guo Yang. He raised his hand and pointed at Feng Mo who was looking at them, "Bet on the captain to win."

"..." Guo Yang twitched his mouth and glanced at the brochure in his hand. 70.00% of them were sealed ink No.1. Don't they know that three of the [-]-meter races are national athletes? ?

"Student, what's your name, don't you participate? If you participate, you will also be a member of the evening party, but there are many delicious meals to eat. This is the internal rule of the student union. Come on, Come on, let's place a bet." Longlong leaned over to seduce Zeno, and made it clear that the betting is inside the student union, and it is a great honor for you to be honored.

Feng Mo turned his head and walked over, stretched out his hand in front of Qino, and did something that made everyone's eyes widen.

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