52 Hz: see whales in the ocean

"400m is hard to run, what if all the colleges send experts to play?" Qiao Shuo looked at Wen Liang's slightly turned profile.

"So the South Court sent you to play, didn't it?" Wen Liang smiled.

"Oh, Brother Bear's mouth looks like honey." Qiao Shuo squinted his eyes happily, he pressed his chest against Wen Liang's back, and rubbed his chin against Wen Liang's back.

"I'll give you an award then."

The cool side face was coated with a layer of gold by the afternoon sun, making it look soft and warm. His eyes were lowered, and his eyelashes fluttered and cast light shadows.

"If I don't get the medal, I'll just watch you present awards to others."

Qiao Shuo frowned and bit his lower lip.

For some reason, when he thought of the scene of Wen Liang presenting awards to others, he felt very unwilling.

Wen Liang who was sitting in the front didn't speak, he raised his face slightly, worryingly thinking about how to answer these words to encourage Qiao Shuo.

"Brother Xiong, I'll fight them!" Qiao Shuo couldn't help laughing after saying this.

Wen Liang turned her head and smiled at Qiao Shuo: "Then I will pick you up at the finish line."

The warm and cool seats are not far from the finish line, and the starting points of the 8 tracks are in front of each other from inside to outside.

In the 400m school sports meeting, there are no preliminary rounds and finals, only one run, and then the top three will be ranked according to their scores to win medals.

The track was assigned randomly. Qiao Shuo was lucky and was assigned to the innermost track. He was the first to stand on the track and watched the staff arrange his opponents on other tracks.

To talk about the most insider advantage, it is that you can see other players with your eyes, which can motivate you to chase forward, but the disadvantage is that it is difficult to turn.

While Qiao Shuo was analyzing the situation on the field, he was doing the final warm-up, but at this moment he, who had always been careless, looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Wen Liang couldn't sit still in front of the small wooden table, he stood up and looked at Qiao Shuo's back nervously.

A large piece of fluorescent yellow in the auditorium on the opposite side also stood up, huddling in front of the railing and silently watching the direction of the start.

Qiao Shuo's back is slender and vigorous, and he is warming up without looking back at this moment. No one has seen his forbearing and resolute expression, and no one knows how nervous his heart is beating at the moment.

He moved his ankles with his hands on his hips, raised his head and took a deep breath, but it didn't relieve the tension in his heart.

Unlike the hurdles and the 200m, those two races were a matter of ten or twenty seconds no matter what, and the 400m was an extreme torment.

Thinking about it in the worst direction, if he doesn't grasp the first corner well, he can only watch the opponent swagger in front of him in frustration for the whole round, but there is nothing he can do.

But Brother Xiong gave the award to this group... Thinking about this, Qiao Shuo subconsciously turned to look in Wen Liang's direction, and then quickly turned back.

There were a lot of people on the green ground in the middle of the playground. For just a moment, Qiao Shuo didn't see Wen Liang, nor did he think about seeing him.

At such a single-handed moment, all he could think of was Wen Liang, as if he would feel more confident if he looked in that direction.

Qiao Shuo clenched his fists, glanced at the athletes on other tracks from the corner of his eyes, then focused his gaze on the track in front of him, adjusted his breathing and got ready for the start.

With a "bang" gunshot, Qiao Shuo didn't care about anything else, and rushed forward tensely. The hanging heart seemed to be broken at this moment. Uncomfortable coolness flowed to the limbs.

Qiao Shuo felt that his whole body was no longer his own. He ran forward almost irrationally, gritting his teeth and overtaking the opponents one by one.

When he got to the straight road, there were only two people in the middle of the track left in front of Qiao Shuo. He glanced at the pace of the two people out of the corner of his eye, and calculated the gap between himself and them.

When the speed basically stabilized, Qiao Shuo was worried that the people behind would overtake him, but he couldn't see it in his eyes, and only felt the invisible pressure behind him. He put his hope of widening the distance on the second bend.

Qiao Shuo secretly stepped up again. He couldn't wait for the last 100 meters, so he directly increased his speed at the curve and overtook the two people in front.

After running through this curve, he could already see the finish line, but Qiao Shuo's limbs were stiff and sore, and his chest seemed to explode. The sound of cheering reached his ears and turned into a rumbling roar.

Qiao Shuo seemed to lose control of his whole body, and he was running by inertia.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone catching up. At that moment, he felt so wronged that he wanted to cry.

"Old Joe! Come on!"

The usual low and warm voice was raised in pitch, and the roar piercing through the ears with vigor, even a little broken.

Seeing Wen Liang standing on the edge of the green field, Qiao Shuo excitedly and nervously cheered him on.Qiao Shuo gritted his teeth hard, his eyes were squeezed because of too much force, he really tried his best this time.

The moment he hit the line, Qiao Shuo couldn't hold back any longer, and the inertia of his body drove him forward. He lay on the ground, his head was in confusion, and he subconsciously turned over on the ground.

Soon a large group of people gathered around, and it took Qiao Shuo a long time to see them clearly.

On one side is Wen Liang, on the other side is Jiang Chuan, there are Lao Luo, Guo Shaojie and a group of passers-by on the other side... Qiao Shuo suddenly finds it very funny, as if watching some rare animals.

"Get up and walk!" Lao Luo stared at him.

"Old Qiao, don't lie down!" Wen Liang looked so frightened that his face turned pale.

Qiao Shuo's thigh muscles seemed to be on fire, and he couldn't tell whether it was sore or painful.He couldn't exert his strength, he lay heavily on the ground, gasping for breath: "I don't want to move, I'm exhausted..."

Jiang Chuan put his arms around Qiao Shuo's back to help him, and Guo Shaojie also helped.

"Cheer up, Old Joe!" Jiang Chuan roared.

Why does this sound wrong!

Qiao Shuo lost his strength when he smiled, and he cursed: "Fuck you, Jiang Dahua! You are really a real roommate!"

With everyone's support, Qiao Shuo stood up with difficulty and was dragged towards the green field.

The knee was in burning pain, Qiao Shuo touched it with his hands, only to find that both knees were injured and bleeding to varying degrees, and one of them was an old injury that was not healed and a new injury was added.

Probably because I was too excited when I hit the line just now, and I didn't even notice the fall so hard. At this time, the pain felt like an explosion.

After the athletes of this group get out of the track, the next group of athletes will get on the track immediately.

The 400m race was too exhausting, and the athletes in the same group as Qiao Shuo were not much better. The scene looked a bit overwhelmed.

Lao Luo took Jiang Chuan and Guo Shaojie to the nearest medical point to get things, while Wen Liang stayed on the green ground to help Qiao Shuo go.

"Damn it, it hurts to death!" Qiao Shuo limped and moved, his face almost wrinkled.

Wen Liang put Qiao Shuo's arm on his shoulders, and held Qiao Shuo's waist to accompany him to move slowly. Seeing Qiao Shuo in such pain, Wen Liang couldn't bear it.

"Old Joe, or else you can lean against me and rest for a while."

Qiao Shuo stopped howling, he opened one eye to look at Wen Liang, and then showed a big smile.

Wen Liang also smiled, and he adjusted his position carefully, turning his back to Qiao Shuo, and Qiao Shuo clearly wrapped his other arm around Wen Liang, hanging on Wen Liang's body.

With such a close posture, the tip of Qiao Shuo's nose rubbed against Wen Liang's neck, and his warm breath brushed against his skin. Wen Liang felt a little embarrassed for no reason, and his eyelids blinked twice uncontrollably.

"Brother Xiong, I'm number one, right?" Qiao Shuo asked with narrowed eyes and a smile.

"Well, you come first." Wen Liang relaxed his back, trying to make Qiao Shuo more comfortable.

"Then can I smell the fragrance in your neck?" Qiao Shuo lowered his head and buried Wen Liang's neck, sniffing like a puppy.

"Smell it." Wen Liang was helpless, even if he couldn't, he had already done so.

"Then can I rub your hair?" Qiao Shuo rubbed his forehead against the cool hair from side to side.

"Come on." Wen Liang agreed, wondering what kind of strange request this was.

"Then can I do whatever I want?" Qiao Shuo said in a deliberately vague way.

"What wretchedness..." Wen Liang didn't hear clearly, and repeated lazily.

Qiao Shuo relied on himself to run first, and he was proud of himself, even molesting Wen Liang was much worse than usual.

Before Wen Liang could react, Qiao Shuo blew into Wen Liang's ear provocatively, and then quickly nibbled on the edge of that ear.

Wen Liang was shocked at the time, stood stiffly on the spot and scanned the people around with his eyes, only one thought in his mind - no one saw it?No one saw it!

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Qiao Shuo tilted his head and looked at him from the side: "Brother Xiong, are you stupid?"

It's a big crowd, what's wrong with Lao Qiao!Wen Liang was furious in his heart, but reason told him, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, the durian behind him is still a wounded person!

Wen Liang resisted the urge to throw Qiao Shuo on the ground, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth with a dark face: "You should pay attention to the influence..."

Qiao Shuo couldn't help laughing out loud, he felt that he was so good at being able to force Wen Liang, who was usually the most obedient and polite, into swearing, which was enough for him to brag about in the dormitory for several days!

"Hey, Brother Bear." Qiao Shuo finally stopped laughing.

Wen Liang turned his head to the side, but didn't make a sound, with a posture of "I'd like to see what tricks you play".

Qiao Shuo put his fingers into Wen Liang's neckline viciously, and touched his collarbone: "If I hadn't been injured now, I would have pressed you to the ground and kneaded you."

"You also know that you are injured," Wen Liang scolded him with sparks flying all over the place, "You have met my kind of sincerity, if someone else dares to play like this, they will definitely tidy you up and obey you when you can't move. "

Wen Liang's words sounded angry, but in Qiao Shuo's eyes, there was no deterrence, just like the little stupid bear waving his fist in the emoji.

"Hahahahaha Brother Xiong, you really are," Qiao Shuo laughed so hard that tears almost came out, "You really hate people...what's that word called, nasty, nasty, nasty?"

Cool and speechless, Old Qiao has all the advantages in his body, but he is really hated when he plays tricks.

"Brother Xiong, do you want to deal with me?" Qiao Shuo laughed with trembling voice.

Wen Liang deeply understood that no matter what he said in this situation, he was only fueling Qiao Shuo's arrogance, so he simply pursed his lips and watched Qiao Shuo's performance quietly.

"Then you have to weigh it carefully, we will have a long life, but I will hold grudges." Qiao Shuo blew another breath on his warm and red ears.

Wen Liang frowned and pretended to be calm with a cold face, but her Adam's apple moved disobediently.

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The author has something to say:

Well, is it because Lao Qiao is so hard-working that he doesn't want Brother Xiong to present awards to others?This crazy possessiveness, it's so interesting to watch them quarrel hahaha.When writing about Lao Qiao’s 400m run, I can actually feel the tension myself. I used to run on the field when I was high-spirited, and now I still miss that fearless mentality.The athletes are super handsome and not easy. I envy them very much. If I can choose, I want to be a professional athlete in my next life.