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The boy with the head of the plane who was in front of Qiao Shuo during the inspection was on the runway next to Qiao Shuo. He turned his head to look at Qiao Shuo while warming up.

"Hey, freshman, does your coach have any opinion on you?" His tone was a little gloating.

Can he be beaten any more?Thinking of this, Qiao Shuo rolled her eyes at him and ignored him.He was nervous before the game, but he didn't take that sentence into his heart, he just thought it was the man who broke his mouth.

The arena is ready, and the athletes on the starting line are all ready to move, waiting for an order with sullen faces and concentration.

At the moment of the gunshot, the athletes charged out, so fast that they could barely see their movements.

Wen Liang's heart also tightened. He stood in front of the small wooden table holding his mobile phone, trying his best to stabilize his trembling hands.Originally, I just wanted to take pictures, but because of nervousness, I made a video.

The host on the stage was still reading cheers, and the people in the audience cheered like a tide, and the conspicuous fluorescent yellow made everyone stand up to cheer—even though the athletes who were concentrating on it couldn’t hear it at all. .

Wen Liang raised his head to follow Qiao Shuo while holding up the video on his mobile phone. The athletes passed by in front of him, but he found that Qiao Shuo, who should have been looking at the front, turned his head to the athletes next to him from time to time.

A dozen seconds passed by, and the athletes had already crossed the finish line. Wen Liang's heart finally fell to the ground. He put his mobile phone in his pocket, hurriedly took Qiao Shuo's blue team uniform from the small wooden table, and took it from the ground. I took a bottle of mineral water from my box and ran towards the finish line.

There were a lot of people chaotically surrounded on the green ground at the finish line, Wen Liang suddenly realized that something was wrong, he panted and quickened his pace and ran over.

Qiao Shuo was tall and conspicuous in the crowd. He was angrily yelling at the opposite side.

"Excuse me, excuse me! Excuse me, thank you!" Wen Liang squeezed through the crowd.

The crowd in the middle was divided into two sides, one was pulling Qiao Shuo, and the other was pulling athletes who looked like they had just finished a race in the same group.

The student union members next to them were barely able to hold them back, and there were others persuading them, but Qiao Shuo seemed resentful and angry, and couldn't persuade them at all.

And the person opposite did not show weakness, although he was smiling, his face was full of contempt, and even had a hint of "what can you do".

Wen Liang didn't think too much, and hurried up to block Qiao Shuo with big strides, put her hand on Qiao Shuo's shoulder and pushed.

"Old Joe, what's the matter, calm down and tell me."

Qiao Shuo struggled to pull out an arm from the obstruction of the crowd and pointed at the athlete opposite, but was soon caught by the arm of the person next to him, which made him even more angry.

Qiao Shuo's Putonghua had a bit of an accent from his hometown, and now he was cursing, but Wen Liang didn't hear what he was saying clearly, and only vaguely caught a few words from his scolding: touching arms, intentionally interfering, asking shameless.

"Old Qiao, is he on the runway next to you? Did he interfere with you?" Wen Liang put his hands on Qiao Shuo's shoulders to comfort him, "Calm down, we will find a way."

Wen Liang frowned, but his eyes were gentle and firm. When Qiao Shuo turned his eyes back to Wen Liang's face, his mind froze immediately. He forgot what he was talking about just now, and was so silent that he was a little embarrassed.

"Brother Xiong, that shameless man fouled him!" Qiao Shuo changed from his impulsive appearance just now, complained a little aggrieved in front of Wen Liang, and glared at the athlete with hatred.

Seeing that Qiao Shuo gradually calmed down, the members of the student union standing beside him tentatively let him go, but they also stood aside and watched, daring not to walk away.

Wen Liang looked at the athlete with airplane hair on the opposite side, who tilted his mouth and licked the wounded corner of his mouth, smiling rascally.

Fouls can still be so righteous.There was a silent coldness in Wen Liang's eyes, and he stared at him without saying a word, and the noisy crowd around him became much quieter in an instant.

"Looking at how confident you are, you must feel that you are very glorious, right?" Wen Liang's words were sonorous and forceful, "Does your coach and your academy know about such a glorious thing?"

The surrounding temperature seems to be a few degrees colder.Qiao Shuo stared blankly at Wen Liang's stern side face, but didn't react for a long time. He had never seen Wen Liang like this before, and he was completely different from his usual gentle and smiling face.

The face of the athlete on the opposite side became extremely ugly, and he squeezed out a few words through his teeth with a dark face: "Isn't he just a freshman, what do you want?"

"What? Does freshman need to follow your example?" Wen Liang's words were calm but powerful.

Standing behind him, Qiao Shuo suddenly felt at ease. For some reason, he felt that Wen Liang was so handsome at this moment.

When Wen Liang turned his head to face Qiao Shuo again, the coldness on his face dissipated a bit.

"Old Joe." Wen Liang called him in a low voice, and handed him the blue uniform in his hand.

"What should I do, brother Xiong?" Qiao Shuo put on the team uniform and said frowningly, "I don't know what to do."

When he was angry, he really wanted to beat that scumbag, but now that his anger has subsided, he has no idea in his mind.

I'm not reconciled to letting him go like this.I need an apology, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult to look at like that.Go and report him, those who are unfamiliar with the place don’t know who to tell.

"Old Qiao, I saw your coach, ask him first." Wen Liang unscrewed the mineral water for him to drink.

After Qiao Shuo finished the race, other groups were still competing. Lao Luo finally saw the opportunity to cross the track. He hurried over and asked loudly, "What are you doing? What's going on?"

Guo Shaojie also came with Lao Luo. When Qiao Shuo played just now, he stood beside Lao Luo and watched the game with Lao Luo.

"Old Luo, someone deliberately hit me on the arm for a foul!" Qiao Shuo suddenly gained confidence, "That's the guy!"

He pointed in the direction of the jet-headed athlete, who was about to slip away.He rolled up his sleeves and was about to catch up.

Wen Liang stopped him worriedly: "Old Qiao, it's okay, there are records for this game, he can't escape."

"Calm down, Brother Qiao." Guo Shaojie advised him with a concerned frown.

Qiao Shuo folded his arms around his chest, stomped his feet, and let out an angry "hum": "This guy must have premeditated plans. He has been nagging me before the game."

"Let's go, let's sit down there and talk." Lao Luo frowned, and pushed Qiao Shuo, "You are so interesting, you can still take care of fighting after running."

Only then did the onlookers disperse.They found a place with few people on the green field and sat down, not knowing how to speak for a while.Qiao Shuo lowered his eyelids and drank the mineral water listlessly.

Just at this time, the preliminary competition of the hurdle event was over, and the host announced the list of the finalists on the stage.

The other three teammates who practiced hurdles in the South Campus performed well, and two of them made it to the finals. The overall results of the South Campus were not too disadvantaged.

But Qiao Shuo's personal performance was a bit miserable. He started practicing hurdles halfway, and faced so many opponents for the first time in the competition.He was already nervous, but he was unlucky enough to be hostile and suppressed on the field, so he obviously missed the final.

Qiao Shuo's performance was worse than usual in training. He was so angry when he thought of the slack guy on the track next door, he clenched his fist and punched him on the green ground: "It's so fucking disgusting. How can I find him if I provoke him?" fuck me!"

"Uh, could it be because..." Guo Shaojie scratched his head, "Because you happened to be on the track next to him."

"Then he has another one on the other side!" Qiao Shuo curled his lips and turned his eyes to Lao Luo, "He fouled me, don't you care?"

"Who cares, what kind of sportsmanship is a blatant foul." Lao Luo agreed, paused for a moment and looked a little embarrassed, "But don't hold out too much hope, first, there is not enough evidence, and second, even if the result is re-judged It can only be canceled and let him review and apologize, and it is not good for everyone to make trouble."

Although Qiao Shuo felt aggrieved, he still understood the truth. He dangled the mineral water bottle in his hand, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Okay, okay, let's start with the hurdling competition." Lao Luo patted Qiao Shuo on the shoulder to comfort him, "Don't be discouraged, your group is all seniors, and you have performed very well."

Guo Shaojie raised his head suddenly, his jaw almost dropped to the ground: "He, he ran with the senior group?"

Qiao Shuo stopped fiddling with the bottle immediately, and looked up at Lao Luo in disbelief.After a long silence, he moved his lips but hesitated to speak.

At that moment, the guess that flashed through Qiao Shuo's mind was "Tian Ji's horse race".He wanted to ask, but he was afraid that his conjecture would be verified.

If so, what is he?Denied to nothing, taken as a victim?

Wen Liang frowned suspiciously, he couldn't understand what they said, but judging from their dignified expressions, it must be something bad.

"Yes, there is no freshman in this group except Qiao Shuo." Lao Luo sighed.

Wen Liang thought about this sentence in her heart, and didn't understand it for a long time-the senior group is all experienced athletes, why should an inexperienced athlete like Old Qiao go?It's obvious that they can't compare, how could the coach not understand this?

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, unreasonably oppressive.

The emotion in Qiao Shuo's eyes changed suddenly, from astonishment to bewilderment, to overwhelming grievance and anger, but his face was so cold that there was no expression.

He has always been a person who likes to show his emotions on his face, but at the moment he was so calm that he looked at Lao Luo without saying a word.

Wen Liang and Guo Shaojie looked at them nervously, neither daring to say anything.

"Qiao Shuo, don't blame the teacher, understand, I was thinking..." Lao Luo looked a little guilty.

Lao Luo is always careless at ordinary times, brats and brats call them like this, Qiao Shuo heard Lao Luo speak so cautiously for the first time, but now he only thinks it is extremely hypocritical.

No wonder the head of the plane felt that Lao Luo had a problem with him, no wonder he dared to deliberately interfere on the field - he was just a cannon fodder arranged by the coach to make up the number of people, and he was destined not to get the ranking.

"Why can't you be blamed?" Qiao Shuo interrupted him and smiled mockingly, "Mr. Luo, do you not regard me as your team member at all, but as a tool man?"

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The author has something to say:

Old Qiao is such a proud person, but he was frustrated when he participated in the first big competition, and he was angry and wronged.Then his Brother Xiong stepped forward, I also think Brother Xiong is so handsome at this time, hehe, in fact, he looks weak but he is also very strong when he just got up, and judging from the fact that he usually hates Qiao Shuo, he hates people It's also very powerful.Well, everyone, don’t hate Lao Luo, hey, he has his own reasons...