his fangs

Two weeks passed quickly and silently, and in a blink of an eye, the Summer Games had arrived.

According to the usual practice, the sports meeting will last for three days. Competitions will be held in the morning and games will be played in groups in the afternoon. After all, only those who are good at sports can contribute to the class.

However, the day before the sports meeting, Zeng Yangzhou and Xin Shao Dihua from class 311 in senior high school found that their little friend, Tang Bai, was a little confused. Roaring and angry, the last self-study class was rarely used in a daze.

This is not good.

"Brothers who are not 3000 meters long can run in a few breaths." Zeng Yang patted him on the shoulder across two tables and said comfortingly.

Tang Baili ignored him and was in a daze.

Zeng Yang couldn't get a response from his little friend, so he whispered to Zhou Xin when he saw this, "Does he know that I actually signed up for him?"

Zhou Xin frowned, and whispered, "I won't stop him from blowing up and hitting you later."

Zeng Yang looked at him, "You can't stop it either."

Zhou Xin: "...Oh."

Zhou Xin sat up straight naturally, focused on the test paper, and did not give him another look.

Zeng Yang still whispered: "I make soup for you every day, and make delicious food for you to eat on weekends. Why don't you gain weight? You see, I can tell you have lost a catty by touching it. Boys also It doesn't matter if you're a good girl, but you can't be too thin, it will affect your health..."

Zhou Xin took the initiative to block his nagging, and his expression remained motionless.

Shao Dihua looked at this, looked at that, and decided to care a little bit about his tablemate without taking a second.

He casually turned over the roll, and said lightly, "Did the previous building uncle resign? It seems that he changed today."

Zeng Yang, who was teaching Zhou Xin to eat more, raised his head when he heard the words: "Yes, I didn't pay attention."

Shao Dihua didn't make a sound, he paid attention to Tang Bai, and found that the latter's dejected eyes became even more depressed after hearing his words.

Shao Dihua: "..." It seems that he guessed right.

It's just that an unremarkable person left, why should this kid be so sad... Shao Dihua was a little puzzled.

But thinking of Tang Bai's inexplicable actions a few days ago, he frowned.

Tang Bai is very sad today.

Even when he heard the sports committee member inform him that he was going to run 3000 meters, he couldn't calm down from this mood.

It has been two weeks since the last close contact between him and Uncle Lou, because Uncle Lou always locks the building only when he rings the bell near the school, so he seldom sees Mo Changlou again.

Even if he deliberately delayed to arrive at the teaching building sometimes, he only greeted Mo Changlou with a smile, but he failed to complete a sentence once.

Originally, this afternoon, he wanted to say something more after saying hello. Tomorrow, he would run a 3000-meter race in order to let Mo Changlou cheer him up verbally. Then he could at least last until the end of the race because of a word from his idol instead of As he ran, his knees softened and he fell to the ground.

result……

"You mean the previous building manager? He resigned. I heard that he wanted to resign a long time ago. He couldn't find a talent and pushed it until today. He just left at noon." The new building manager is in his 50s. Amiable, with a kind appearance, it is 1 times different from the previous building manager.

"Is your classmate on good terms with him? Ouch, that's a pity. He said he wanted to leave very early, and he has important things to do, and he seems to be planning to move."

"I saw that young man looked handsome, and he was about the same age. I asked if he was in a hurry to go back and marry a wife. He didn't answer, but he smiled happily. I reckoned that he really wanted to marry a wife."

The idol went home to marry a wife, Tang Bai expressed a little unhappy.

He sighed again, lying on the table and cursing Mo Changlou secretly.

He wants to take off powder.

Pink turns black!

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing him sigh, Zeng Yang stopped bothering Zhou Xin, and asked with concern, "I'm happy to tell you."

Tang Bai gestured to him to 'get away'.

Zeng Yang snorted, "Don't become depressed."

Tang Bai still gestured - get out.

Zeng Yang didn't ask anymore. In his opinion, Tang Bai couldn't hide his words anyway, and sooner or later he couldn't help but say it.

But this time, he miscalculated.

...

The second day, the day of the sports meeting.

Thanks to the unique and special school uniforms, when thousands of students from all over the school gathered in the playground, and black and white high-quality and high-value school uniforms spread out, the entire track and field field became a bright and youthful landscape.

Every student had a confident and charming smile on his face. The headmaster and several grade directors felt a burst of ironing in their hearts, and felt that their mood had improved by more than one level.

The school leaders finished their speeches and announced the official opening of Hailizhong Summer Games. The familiar "March of Athletes" sounded on the radio, and all the classes began to walk past the rostrum one by one. Coming is Class 401 of Senior One, look, how firm their eyes are, how neat their steps are, and how loud their slogans are, they are carrying..."

"It's so hot, how long does it take with so many classes."

"It's just a cutscene, it won't take too long."

"Wow, class 402 in the first year of high school? I heard that there is a handsome elementary school boy in their class."

"Who is it? Is it the one named Na?"

"Yes, this surname is very special and easy to remember."

"Oh~ It's not bad to have a younger brother Liang in class 410."

"You are not bad, why envy them."

"It's called appreciation! Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand!"

"By our class, the sun is probably at its hottest."

"Yes, whenever there is any activity in the whole school in summer, I feel that there is nothing more to love in this life..."

"Because you have to spend three months patching your sunburned skin back."

"You still understand me..."

"Okay, okay, right to give the school a face, we don't care about it."

Amidst the whispering voice, Zeng Yang stood up straight, trying to make it easier for Zhou Xin, who was leaning on his shoulder to sleep, to sleep.

Looking around boredly, his eyes suddenly met someone from the class in front of him. The other person's face of "Hey, I really can't bear to look at the two XXXs" made Zeng Yang speechless for a while, and immediately looked away.

Yu Tian, ​​who was standing at the end of class 310 in high school, clicked his tongue twice and turned his head away.

After waiting for too long, the team in front was faintly ready to go, and began to prepare for the rostrum.

Zeng Yang softly called Zhou Xin twice, the latter opened his eyes in a daze, and lifted the peaked cap on his head. As soon as the glare of the sun showed a corner, his eyes were covered by the shadow that followed.

When Zhou Xin stood up straight, Zeng Yang's hand just moved away.

The opening ceremony was indeed just a formality. The heat began to evaporate in the morning, and the teachers did not want the students to be exposed to the sun for too long.

After finishing the third grade of high school, various competitions began to kick off.

Zeng Yang reported 50 meters and 4x100 relay, Zhou Xin planned to participate in the afternoon game, so he didn't report any of them, Shao Dihua reported 800 meters and high jump, Tang Bai only had Zeng Yang insisted on reporting for him 3000 meters.

All participating students put on sportswear. Zeng Yang's 800m and Shao Dihua's high jump were on the first morning, Tang Bai's 3000m and Shao Dihua's 800m on the second day, and the last day was the relay.

It doesn't take long to run 50 meters.

When Zeng Yang crossed the finish line first, loud screams and shouts came from the students belonging to class 311 in the auditorium.

One of them, Zhou Xin, also sat up gently, looking at Zeng Yang who was panting slightly, with a smile across his eyes.

Shao Dihua took the third place in the high jump, the first was the sports specialty student of the third (106) class, and the second was their basketball teammate Yu Tian.

At that time, the sky was cloudless, and the sky was azure blue as if it had been washed by a clear stream. It was so clear and beautiful that there was no trace of impurities.

Under the dome, their youth was flamboyant, full of laughter and pure joy.

The game club in the afternoon is freely provided by some classes in the school that have successfully applied for the organization. The class that has been approved for the game project can add some class credits in this sports meeting, and the students who participated in the game won the first place in the project. Extra points, and at the same time, part of the rewards from the game organizers can be obtained.

The grades of every student who plays the game will be recorded in the book. The game organizer will first award prizes to No.1 in each round, and the final collective bonus points need to be confirmed by the person in charge of the student union after all statistics are completed. At that time, certificates will be issued together with class and individual sports winners.

This 'sports game club' has existed over the years, and the founder is a former student council president.

This time point can be said to be the free activity period of the students, but there are still many students participating in the game in the scorching afternoon in order to increase the class collective points.

There are not many game items this year, all the way, such as 'crab race', 'crossing mountains', 'sending chicken feather letters', 'pinballs', 'crossing the river by touching stones', etc. Zhou Xin took a look and looked away , went around, and finally stopped in front of the 'six hundred points' game.

Zeng Yang, who was walking aimlessly behind him, also stopped.

'Six hundred points' is not a very difficult game, at least it is not like running around like other events on the track and field. The game is organized by a few senior girls.

Its rules are very simple - within 15 minutes, write numbers on two pages of composition paper, from one to six hundred, during which no mistakes can be made, otherwise they will be eliminated, and no opportunism is allowed. For example, when writing '185', you can't write Add '85' after '1', it must be complete and the numbers must be written in order.

Other game students can only register once, this is considerate, each person can register twice.

After filling out the simple registration information, Zhou Xin sat down calmly, picked up a pen, pondered for a while, and began to write.

Zeng Yang stood behind him, bent over to watch him draw numbers in one stroke.

This is a game project that can only be completed with meditation, so the tent is set up far away from other games.

Some participating students let out a small exclamation of annoyance, and were comforted by the senior sister with a smile.

Seeing that there was an empty seat on the left, Zeng Yang was about to sit down, but was stopped by another senior with a smile, "Little handsome guy, only participating students can sit in these seats."

Zeng Yang paused, looked at classmate Zhou Zhou, who was writing slowly and earnestly for less than a hundred, and then sat down calmly.

"Sister, I want to sign up too." He said seriously.

The elder sister smiled unabated, and handed him a list with a smile to record the name of the student number and class.

But it's a pity that Zeng Yang is destined to be restless.

In less than 1 minute, he who wrote '120' was killed.

Looking at Zhou Zhou again, he steadily wrote to [-], and continued to write down at a leisurely pace—the dawn of victory began to shine on the earth.