[DotA2] Holy Sword

Chapter 48 Iron Will Helmet

No.40 Eighth Battle Iron Will Helmet

The short slanted white line is already extremely crowded at this time.Dozens of boys piled up several layers, but rubbing shoulders and heels was still unavoidable.

As if they didn't want to stick close to others, An Rong and Momo walked to the end, keeping a distance of one meter from the person in front.Although he was not the tallest one in the crowd, his position and the clothes on his body made him stand out from the crowd, and he could catch the audience's attention at a glance.

The temperature reported in the weather software reached 31°C, not to mention how hot it is, but after a whole day of exposure to the sun, some shoes were already burned on the track.The people who participated in the long-distance running seemed to have come prepared. After some warm-up exercises, some beads of sweat hung on their temples.

After confirming the status of each player, the familiar sound of referees and gunshots sounded one after another.Different from the off-string trend of sprint competition, everyone gradually distributes on the endless inner lane according to their favorite speed.

In An Rongyu's past, running was just running, and his mentality was to deal with it casually. He didn't ask for rankings, but only wanted to run comfortably, so he always followed his usual jogging speed, and he didn't feel ashamed when he took the bottom.

But today is not what it used to be. In front of the finish line, there is a pair of eyes full of expectation.When turning away from that direction, he just wanted to speed up his pace so that he could see the face he liked quickly.

An Rongyu didn't know the limit geometry of his long-distance running, he just rushed forward foolishly like a fully powered motor. After 5 laps, the ranking remained at fourth, but there was a faint sweet smell in his throat.

With one and a half laps left, those who wanted to sprint to the top three had already begun to speed up secretly, and the situation on the field became confusing again.Although the school does not use sports as an admissions promotion, it recruits more than a dozen students with special talents in various sports every year, and expects them to rely on their skills to enter the national famous schools.

Under the deterrence of the two long-distance runners, it seemed that the other players could only win the third place.But what An Rongyu thought at this time was completely different from others - he just wanted to run to Yan Che's side as soon as possible.So right now, he doesn't care about stability and speed, and he can barely compete with the champion and runner-up.

last lap.The irrational sprint before caused An Rong and the present to be a little tired. Seeing that the latecomers were ahead, the ranking was completely disrupted.

With heavy steps, apart from the top two who were far ahead, there were six other people struggling in the same position, and An Rongyu's expression was not good among them.

In the last 200 meters, facing the direction of the finish line, he gradually began to speed up.After reaching the [-]-meter starting line, the person he had been watching turned over from the audience stage with his schoolbag on his back, and then trotted all the way to the finish line not far away - at this time, many male and female students were there to welcome him Contestants in their own class.

Originally, he was running hard and had a painful expression on his face, but seeing Yan Che who rushed to the finish line in one go with his arms outstretched and smiling, An Rongyu looked like he had taken the Nine Turns Resurrection Pill, with the wind blowing under his feet and peach blossoms on his face, Just like that, he overtook the five people and ran straight towards that embrace.

Yan Che's facial features and expression became clearer in his eyes, he could no longer suppress the alternating legs, and without any buffer, he just threw himself into that alluring embrace.

The collision of the men's bodies was full of force, and there was a muffled sound in the noisy air.In the next second, the wet boy stuck to the smiling man and fell down.

When participating in competitions in previous years, after reaching the finish line, An Rong and Yuhui continued to walk a certain distance to breathe steadily.But this time I ran with the top two for too long, and I already felt exhausted.Afterwards, the desperate sprints were like flashing back to the light.After the heavy body found support, it lost its strength and pressed firmly on Yan Che's body.

The temperature on the plastic runway was scorching hot, but fortunately the bulging schoolbag was pressed on the bottom, and Yan Che's long clothes and trousers did not allow him to directly touch the runway.

An Rong and Jing Jing lay on Yan Che's chest, listening to the other's heartbeat from slow to fast, but unfortunately his own heartbeat had been at its peak for several 10 minutes, and he couldn't feel any difference at this time.

After panting for a few seconds, An Ronghe felt his senses gradually recovering. There were noisy human voices in his ears, the referee's rigid registration sound, the compliments of his companions helping the players to walk slowly, and the school doctor's back and forth inspection. Inquiry sounds, as well as sniggering and subtle excited discussions at the two of them covering their mouths.

An Rongyu's hand drooped to the ground, and only then did he suddenly feel a heat that penetrated his skin.Raising his hand suddenly, after realizing the current situation, he stood up frowning, and hurried to help Yan Che who was a little out of breath under the pressure.

After this set of movements, An Rongyu coughed a few times, feeling dizzy, chest tightness, shortness of breath, and nausea.Recalling that such a large piece of dead flesh was all on Yan Che's body just now, before he could blush, he asked, "Brother, does it hurt?"

The sound of opening his voice startled him. The originally deep and magnetic voice turned out to be hoarse as if it had been stabbed a few times.The sweet fishy smell in the throat was even worse, presumably it was a cold while running.

Yan Che, who had been smiling all the time, also frowned.One hand began to follow his back, and the other hand offered glucose water, asking: "Don't talk. How do you feel? Nod if your throat hurts. Moisten your lips with water, don't drink too much."

An Rongyu bent down, put his hands above his knees, and nodded with difficulty.Immediately, he took the bottle of water again, took a sip obediently, pursed his lips, and continued to pant heavily.

Yan Che took his body onto his shoulders, and made a gesture to take him away, "Take your time, you stopped too suddenly just now."

The exhaustion of the body and the abnormality of the voice made An Rongyu speechless for a while, and let the other party support him to walk along the runway, two swaying figures were cast by the scorching sun.

After walking slowly for half a circle like this, An Rongyu's breathing became calmer, and the feeling of nausea disappeared.During this period, Yan Che kept asking about his health, so he almost went to the hospital directly behind his back.

Seeing that he had recovered, Yan Che pulled him into the rest area under the auditorium, and said, "Your clothes are soaked, quickly change into clean ones, and be careful not to catch a cold."

An Rongyu was able to stand and walk normally, but his throat was still not comfortable, and when he swallowed his saliva, there was a bloody smell.He nodded, took off his drenched short sleeves, twisted them hard, and squeezed out a small stream of water.

Yan Che froze in place at first, and after watching him start to twist his clothes, he quickly turned around, took out the T-shirt from his schoolbag, and handed it over.

An Rongyu, who finished taking care of the compression clothes here, randomly stuffed the clothes that couldn't squeeze out into the prepared plastic bag, and was about to put on clean clothes, but found that his upper body was still red and dripping with sweat.He frowned, put his two big hands together, and flew back and forth by his side, trying to quickly take away the heat from his body.

So he stayed naked in front of everyone for a long time. After there were no visible drops of water on his skin, he put on the T-shirt that he had been waiting for for a long time.

After seeing him fully dressed with a smile on his face, Yan Che said flatly, "This time I'm in your favor again, and I don't know how many girls' phones I'm going to get into."

An Rongyu tore off the hem of the T-shirt stuck on his chest, looked at the other party's unpredictable eyes, and explained nervously: "Brother, don't amuse me. After I went back yesterday, I just heard them say that you look good. "

I don't know if I believed it, Yan Che said with a smile: "Why don't uncles and aunts come to see? You performed really well today."

An Rongyu said helplessly: "The two of them think it's too hot, so they don't want to come." What he thought in his heart was: it's enough for you to come.

After the two walked back to the finish line in the shade above their heads, the long-distance runners had basically rested, and the podium summoned the top three to receive the prize.

Although he was only the third runner-up, it meant a lot to An Rongyu—whether it was under Yan Che's gaze the whole time, or when the other party suddenly changed his attitude and came down from the auditorium to greet him, or the meticulous care after the game, in the end. His heart is full of wonderful experiences that he can never get again in this life.

The two did not stay to watch the teacher relay, but went to the sidelines for a systematic post-match stretching.At this time, the compression pants on my body had already dried thoroughly, and finally got rid of the sticky feeling.

At Yan Che's request, An Rongyu first drank half a bottle of light salt water, then ate two pieces of dark chocolate and a banana, and only then did he win the right to eat.However, Yan Che still put an end to the possibility of big fish and big meat, and carefully designed dinner for him - steamed corn on the cob, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and steak.

After the day's make-up classes were over, Yan Che repeatedly told him to take a hot bath to soothe the muscles all over his body, so as not to be sore the next day.

So, amidst the mist, An Rong and Mei took a bath and swiped their phones at the same time.Sure enough, there were dozens of Zhou Kaiqin's news on WeChat. After learning about his unrequited love, the doubts and surprises in the words disappeared, and the rest were all cheap jokes.

【Your family is such a treasure, I just flipped through it】

【Your trick is really good!Pretend to be delicate and frail and easy to push down, and lie on top of others, shameless [smirking]]

[Fuck, what about your fucking integrity? ? ? 】

【No, where did you get those old muscles? ? ? 】

After collecting dozens of high-quality photos, including the moment when Yan Che jumped from the stands, he rewarded Zhou Kaiqin with satisfaction: I still have a sore throat.

After several rounds of teasing each other, An Rong and Leng were sweating.After letting go of the slightly cooler large tank of water, getting up and washing the whole body with the shower, I really feel that all muscle groups are much more comfortable.

Fortunately, it was right next to the May [-]st holiday, and after school started, everyone gradually lost interest in the explosive news at the sports meeting, leaving behind only a few well-known stalks—is the school grass gay, school grass The pubic bone, the belly button of the school grass, and the flop of the school grass.

After the holiday on May [-]st, for senior high school students, there is only one full month left for the entire puberty.After three years of reading at night, it is time for the final military parade.

In this race against time, I also squeezed out a day to take class graduation photos.After finishing the photography in this class, An Rong and Bingsheng were dragged by a continuous stream of students to take a private group photo for two hours.

Strange to say, when the numbers on the wall became smaller and smaller day by day, the mentality of the candidates gradually changed from being nervous, at a loss, and confused, to being indifferent, relaxed, and broken.When the tens digit became 0, everyone's study thoughts were almost scattered, and the class began to set off an upsurge of writing classmates.

Sixth grade, junior high school, senior high school, before each graduation exam, every class will come to this experience.Most of the girls' classmate records are exquisite and beautiful, with personal information and messages clearly separated, and the design of each page is different.Boys are more casual, just pick a soft-shell notebook and let people play freely.

As a sophomore boy with no sense of collective honor and no interest in others, An Rongyu has never purchased a classmate book, and has never thought of joining this trend.But after Yan Che's three-mode results came out, he learned that he had improved ten places, so he gave him a classmate book when he was making up a class one day.Probably because he had no intention of doing this, but wanted him to leave the last record of his high school career.

This heavy classmate book is said to be a book, but it is actually more like a box.The outside is an old wooden case, which is made into a small suitcase, inside which are neatly placed hundreds of different sheets of paper, including signature pages and special pages for teachers.The villains and landscape paintings on the paper are all in a simple watercolor style. Although it is not customized for boys, it will not be a laughing stock of a sissy.

The most important thing is that when Yan Che sent it, he had already left a record of himself in it, clearly writing about his height, weight, interests, hobbies, and even his measurements.An Rongyu looked at those numbers repeatedly and memorized them firmly in his heart: 178, 65, 85, 78, 91. After that, he was so excited that he even forgot to look at the full message.

While reciting this series of numbers, while imagining Yan Che secretly measuring at home with a tape measure, he felt a heat in his heart - it was not a hallucination, it really had a nosebleed.

the second time.

Still because of that man.

What's worse is that this time I didn't even see each other face to face, and just relied on my brain to make up for it.

Looking back carefully on the past few months, it can be said that it was too busy.Although Yan Che didn't deliberately increase the intensity, he himself put in several times more thought than before for that seemingly distant goal.

I stopped playing basketball, and instead got up early and ran for half an hour; I pushed my sleep time until 12 o'clock at night; I read books when I was eating and squatting;

Looking at his own son who forgot to sleep and eat in order to study, An's father and An's mother were very distressed, for fear that this piece of heart would exhaust the body.A few times after twelve o'clock, I saw that the light was still on in his room, and I rushed in and turned off the light. After seeing him lying in the quilt with my own eyes, I retreated in peace.

Six hours of sleep a day, even dreams are not long enough.It was a long day, and there was no time to release it. He just held it in for more than two months. It was not until the internal injury was urged out by the nosebleed that he realized that he was just like a monk with a pure heart and asceticism recently.

During this period, Qin Buyu still found excuses to come over for dinner from time to time, and he always chose a weekend afternoon every time, so he knew without thinking that he came for Yan Che.It's just that I don't know whether I want to help inquire about the military situation in my heart, or I'm also interested in him.

Speaking of it, even if Qin Buyu is gay, An Rongyu needn't be so anxious.What caused his uneasiness was the love between the two of them, from small to large, they were surprisingly consistent, from small to which flavor of lollipop to eat, to the large to pick out the person who fits the eye in the photo, there is no difference. Tried and tested.

However, Yan Che himself is not close to Qin Buyu. Although he maintains his usual good temper and has never shown any dislike for Qin Buyu's occasional naughtiness and hooking shoulders, An Rong and he knows that Yan Che only has It is only when facing unfamiliar people that they are so tolerant.

He was confident. When Yan Che got along with him, he did experience several inconspicuous mood swings.There are too many ambiguous meanings in that kind of fluctuation. Although he can't say it, he just stubbornly believes that he is different.

Presumably, Yan Che didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable with the man he had kissed and hugged deeply before.An Ronghe thought to himself, if that partner changed to Zhou Kaiqin, or if Qin didn't say a word, he would definitely run into the toilet and wash his whole body a thousand or eight hundred times to relieve his nausea.

After the make-up class was over that night, he went back and forth to read Yan Che's piece of paper several times before carefully putting it away, wishing he could go to a photo studio to plastic-pack it someday, and keep it as a family heirloom for generations to come.

The next day, An Rongyu didn't count the number of students in the class and took them to the classroom—in fact, he didn't know how many people there were in the class, but he only knew that there were about 50 people in the class.

After putting Yan Che's sheet away in the drawer, and carrying all the remaining classmates' records, Zhou Kaiqin rushed up as if he had seen a ghost as soon as he took it out of his schoolbag.After two mouthfuls of hype with his loud voice, it was divided up in just 5 minutes.Because there were a lot of extra sheets, some of them were even lost to other classes. In the end, it was hard to find any papers, and the scene got out of control for a while.

Maybe it was because he didn't expect him to get a classmate record, so everyone filled it out very seriously, and directly raised the priority of this paper to the top.During a lunch break, all the papers were collected, and the signature paper was full of demons dancing wildly.

Looking at the remaining teacher's message in his hand, he walked into the office in a good mood, and handed a card to each teacher with a smile.It was all collected the next day.The head teacher and English teacher wrote the most seriously, and they all appreciated it.

After I went home and sorted out the thick pile of schoolmate books that were even deformed on the paper, I realized that the wooden shell could not be closed.While worrying, Yan Che walked in.

The author has something to say:

I watched a few videos yesterday, and now boys are much more graceful than women...

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