My Girlfriend is Yingriri

There is nothing to say about losing the game. After all, the number of people is there, and the skills are not as good as the others. Just admit defeat honestly. The group quickly regained their strength, cheered up, and devoted themselves to the next game.

Kiyosuke Hashima didn't take the sports festival seriously at first, but now he's serious. There is only one life, and the sports festival in the second grade of high school is also only once. After three days, it will remain in the memory forever. If this is the case, it shouldn't be Muddle along, but get into it and take it seriously.

Looking back many years later, I hope that what remains in my memory is the brightly colored summer and the bright smiles of the girls, rather than a vague and boring memory.

Everyone in the class at noon sits and eats together, even the instructor is no exception.

Then in the afternoon, Kiyosuke Hashima finished his support and came back to participate in the relay race.

The relay race is a very traditional competition event. Needless to say the rules, Kiyosuke Hashima and the boys who participated together simply drew lots, and it was finally determined that he would run the last leg.

The first two sticks were fine, but when it came to the third stick, the boy handing over accidentally dropped the stick on the ground, and when he bent down to pick it up and ran to Kiyosuke Hashima, he was thrown out by other contestants dozens of meters away.

"give it to me."

Kiyosuke Hashima had a serious expression and didn't say much. He took the stick and started to run. Under the burst of full force, it was like an arrow leaving the string, showing a stunned super fast speed.

The boys running in No. 1 had already felt that they had the chance to win and were ready to welcome the cheers, but suddenly they heard a group of girls shouting in surprise.

"Hashima-san, come on!"

"Hashima... is that boy from Class C?"

He didn't have much impression of Kiyosuke Hashima, he didn't say a word, he only knew that he was pretty good-looking, his academic performance was very good, he was the head of the grade in the mid-term and final exams last semester, and he seemed to have become a professional chess player... All in all, It's an out-and-out disgusting cash charge.

The boy was curious and couldn't help turning his head to look back, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"It's so fast!"

Seeing that Kiyosuke Hashima surpassed No.2 and quickly caught up, the young man took a breath, his fighting spirit burned and he began to accelerate, and the two sides began to fight for life and death on the final straight track.

then……

"Hashima-san, we must win!"

The excited cheers of the melon-eating girls suddenly sounded, and even the girls in other classes rebelled one after another, calling out Hashima Kiyosuke's name.

A group of boys are envious, jealous and full of resentment.

"Damn it, which class are these girls in?"

"Is it amazing to look good?"

"There are first-year girls and third-year girls. This Hajima must be trying to bring the whole school into the harem!"

"Is there anyone who wants to organize an assassination?"

"Count me in."

……

"Won."

Kiyosuke Hashima breathed lightly, raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and felt quite happy to sprint with all his strength. Several teammates came over one after another, raised their hands and patted Kiyosuke Hashima on the shoulder. There was a gap between him and his classmates. The relationship suddenly shortened the distance.

"Hashima, I'm sorry..."

The boy who made the third mistake came over, his face was pale, and he lowered his head to apologize.

"Everyone makes mistakes." Kiyosuke Hashima said with a smile, "There are still games to come, let's work hard together."

Looking at the boy's eyes that suddenly brightened, Kiyosuke Hashima couldn't help but take a half step back. Could it be that he had awakened some strange attribute?

When I was drawing a book at Tari's house before, Sayuri Sawamura recommended a rotten girl book, so I have to be vigilant in the future and have to guard against it.

While talking, the squad leader came over with a group of girls from the support group, and successfully reversed the victory and scored a point for the class. Kiyosuke Hashima received a warm welcome, and he almost squeezed his shoulders and thumped his back.

Naturally, Eriri was also there. Looking at the sweaty Hashima Kiyosuke, she moved her pink lips lightly, and said silently, "Thank you."

Kiyosuke Hashima laughed: "I want a reward."

"……Pooh!"

Chapter 901 Is It Wrong to Bully Takuri

"Hashima-san, come here."

After running the relay race, Kiyosuke Hashima was drinking water when the homeroom teacher Kiko Suzuki suddenly walked over with a middle-aged man.

Eiriri raised her eyes in surprise, and looked at Kiyosuke Hashima.

"do not know."

Kiyosuke Hashima shook his head lightly, put down his water glass, and walked over.

"This is Coach Takagi." Suzuki Kiko introduced, "The coach of the university track and field team."

"I'm Hayato Takagi, this is the first time we meet, please give me your advice."

The middle-aged man's eyes were shining, and he looked at the peerless treasure with surprise, which made Kiyosuke Hashima a little uncomfortable.

After a brief meeting, the middle-aged man went straight to the point and said what he wanted—it turned out that he was interested in Kiyosuke Hashima's body.

"I watched your game just now and found that your talent is very good. Are you interested in developing in the field of track and field?"

This man talks a lot, and he is full of admiration for Hajima Kiyosuke in his words. The main idea is that he is extremely talented, has super explosive power, can be selected for the national team with a little training, and it is not impossible to even participate in the world-class Olympic Games... Yu Shimao Kiyosuke felt that this was deliberately drawing big cakes.

I am neither Bolt nor The Flash, so it might not be too bad to be placed on the three-acre land of high school, but to participate in the Olympics is really beyond my control.

So Hashima Kiyosuke thanked him politely, and politely refused: "Sorry, I'm usually busy, so I don't have any thoughts about it for the time being."

He now has a full schedule every day, focusing on the Dragon King title battle, and never thought of becoming a sports athlete in the future.

Hayato Takagi was full of disappointment, and even made a condition that as long as Kiyosuke Hashima agreed, he could be admitted to Kyoto University as a sports student.

"Well, I have something to say." Suzuki Kiko raised her right hand, with a rather proud and smug expression on her face, "Hashima-san is the head of the grade, and tomorrow's volunteer meeting is to enter Tokyo University."

Hey, I haven't decided what university to take next year, so don't do it for me!

Faced with this situation, Hayato Takagi naturally could only sigh, and left reluctantly. Before leaving, he gave Kiyosuke Hashima a business card, saying that if he changed his mind, he would call him immediately.

"Good job." Suzuki Kiko patted Hajima Kiyosuke on the shoulder, "I could tell you were running fast during the off-campus marathon."

The off-campus marathon has never exploded at all, how do you see that you are fast!

"There is still a competition." Kiyosuke Hashima sighed, "Teacher, hurry up and support everyone."

There is nothing more to say about it.

The "sacrifice" of the sports festival originally means an event or a celebration. Compared with the Chinese sports meeting, the sports festival has a lot less focus on winning and losing, and it is mainly about playing.

For example, the cardboard box challenge, the spoon holding game in which a table tennis ball is scooped with a spoon, and the bread eating competition - a piece of bread is picked up on a bamboo pole, and the contestants can only jump up and eat it with their mouths. Whoever finishes eating first will be the first Run back to the finish line to win.

Kiyosuke Hashima felt quite ashamed, but the others had a great time, and the support team's voice was also very loud.

The day passed by in such a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening.

Falling into the afterglow, the sports festival also came to an end.

Although the total score of the class failed to get the first place, it also got the good grade of No.2 in the grade, and then everyone in the class, including the instructor, took a group photo together in the classroom. The atmosphere was quite lively, a group of people Laughing, very happy.

Hajima Kiyosuke was happy, but not to the point of laughing happily, but for him, the sports festival in the second year of high school should be a colorful day in his memory.

After the hustle and bustle.

Kiyosuke Hashima was about to go back to the apartment, but just as he walked downstairs, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

"Hashima-san, wait a minute."

A girl with a high ponytail chased after her.

"Squad leader?"

Kiyosuke Hashima looked over in surprise.

"Huh..." The squad leader exhaled lightly, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, "You've worked hard this year, and please Hashima-san to work harder at the sports festival next year."

Kiyosuke Hashima was startled: "What do you mean?"

"If Hashima-san signed up for all the projects this year, our class might get No.1."

Hey, participation in the sports festival is the most important thing, don't be so determined to win or lose!Moreover, the competitions are almost all group activities, such as multi-person jumping rope, centipede running, etc. It is really useless for one person to be strong.

"That, class monitor." Kiyosuke Hashima euphemistically reminded, "When it comes to the third grade, do you need to re-segregate classes?"

"Eh?"

Gao Mu blinked his eyes, clenched his fist with his right hand, tapped lightly on the head, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and said in a charming voice, "Sorry, I forgot."

Kiyosuke Hashima smiled and said softly:

"I don't have any credit, the monitor is the hardest person."

This sentence is sincere and not a compliment. The sports festival school doesn't care about anything. The student union will send out the schedule. Class mobilization, logistics support, and all other aspects are the monitor's business. It is really good to be able to handle everything in an orderly manner.

Seeing Kiyosuke Hashima's profile in the setting sun, the warm and friendly smile on the boy's face, clear and bright eyes, and considerate and gentle words, the heartbeat of the high school classmate involuntarily accelerated half a beat, and he felt his cheeks were hot, and couldn't bear it. Keep your head down.

"No, it's nothing, it's all what I should do..."

The air fell silent for a moment.

"By the way, Dad didn't bother you, did he?"

Kiyosuke Hashima was startled, and asked in surprise, "Coach Takagi is your father?"

"That's right." The monitor quickly recovered, and said with a smile, "Dad knew that I was in the same class as Hashima-san, so he asked me to try to do the work of Hashima-san... Well, that's what I said, Hashima-san doesn’t have to be difficult, just follow your heart.”

"Thank you, Captain."

Kiyosuke Hashima thanked him politely.

"That..." The monitor blinked his eyes, his eyes were bright, "If we are still in the same class next year, Hashima-san will do his best at the sports festival."

"Undoubtedly."

Kiyosuke Hashima nodded in agreement, and suddenly felt a sharp gaze on his back.

"stare--"