God Made Incompatibility

For two seconds, Meng Wanji suspected that she hadn't heard what she was asking.

Sheng Jinshu didn't seem to see her consternation, and asked in a normal tone: "The school teacher, and the students, I don't know why it seems that we have a bad relationship. Have you heard?"

Meng Wanji rolled her eyes and responded, "A little bit."

Sheng Jinshu's analysis: "I heard that this kind of training was a double room before, and everyone combined it by themselves? Teacher Zhang is a man, and the others are new teachers who have just entered this semester. We were originally roommates. You choose other teachers, Is it even if the rumors of our feud are confirmed?"

Her expression was magnanimous and generous, as if she was really discussing with her, Meng Wanji suspected that it was her villain's heart to save a gentleman's belly. She restrained her extra thoughts and a little embarrassment, and replied lightly, "No."

Sheng Jinshu: "Huh?"

Meng Wanji said: "The accommodation arranged this year are all single rooms, and there is no need to choose roommates."

Sheng Jinshu blinked and laughed softly. "Why are you so generous all of a sudden?"

Meng Wanji explained: "There are fewer people going this year."

Sheng Jinshu replied, "That's it." The vehicle in front moved, she retracted her eyes, released the brakes to keep up, and sighed, "I originally wanted to take this opportunity to break the rumors of our feud. The director euphemistically said before. I was reminded that the discord between the teachers in the class has a bad impact on the students."

Meng Wanji didn't know whether she was serious or joking. There was only some "friction" between them at the beginning, and they seldom walked together in school. Have you heard of students guessing that their faces and hearts are at odds, but have they reached this level?

She hesitated and didn't answer, Sheng Jinshu suddenly asked again: "Two days before the training, the school sports meeting, will our teachers also have projects?"

Meng Wanji replied, "Yes."

Teachers only need to participate in the fun sports meeting, and each year must produce a project. You can't force an old teacher. Young teachers almost have to go.

Sheng Jinshu tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel and pondered: "Let's join the two-legged run together?"

Meng Wanji was surprised.

Sheng Jinshu held the steering wheel with one hand and looked straight ahead, his expression calm and relaxed, as if he had no other thoughts at all: "How can we have such a two-person project together if the relationship is not good? Are you right?"

Meng Wanji can't do it if it's not good.

All for work. Compared with living in the same room for three days, it seems to be much simpler to participate in a two-person trip together for a few minutes.

In the final analysis, the misunderstanding between colleagues and students is also related to the fact that I usually avoid suspicion with her and are not fake.

Meng Wanji frowned and agreed.

Sheng Jinshu's red lips curled up immediately, and soon pressed them down again. She joked casually: "Mr. Xiao Meng is so nice. I take back the sentence that it is good to be a student of Teacher Xiao Meng."

"It's good to be a colleague of Teacher Xiao Meng."

Meng Wanji pretended not to eat her set. She said it first: "I don't have the habit of practicing before games."

Sheng Jinshu looked like it was of course: "No, I don't even think about practicing before the game. It's just an interesting sport, and the ranking is not important. The important thing is to let everyone see that we get along very well, do you think? ?"

The last "you said yes or not", the tone rose, as light as coaxing.

Meng Wanji pursed her lips and reluctantly said "um".

It's best.

On the second Wednesday of October, the school sports meeting was held as scheduled. Just two days ago, a small typhoon passed, it rained a lot, and the weather was a lot cooler. At four o'clock, on the plastic track, on the crowded football field, Meng Wanji, Sheng Jinshu, and about twenty other teachers were waiting for the competition in the field where the teacher's two-legged fun run was about to take place.

The other teachers all picked up the ropes and started gaiting their legs, preparing to warm up before the official start of the game. Sheng Jinshu went to the box to get a bandage, and was going to try running with Meng Wanji twice.

She straightened up and was about to speak, when she suddenly realized that Meng Wanji's expression didn't seem right.

"What happened to you?" Sheng Jinshu was concerned.

Meng Wanji pulled the bandage from her hand and said, "It's nothing."

Sheng Jinshu took the bandage away directly and looked at her calmly.

Meng Wanji had to answer: "My stomach is a little uncomfortable."

Sheng Jinshu opened his mouth to ask something, noticed the male teacher standing around, and stopped again.

Meng Wanji tied her ponytail, her ears that were exposed to the air were a little red, and nodded to her unnaturally.

Sheng Jinshu suddenly understood.

Her brows loosened, her eyes showed tenderness, and she put the bandage back in the box and said, "Forget it, we won't run away." She just wanted to tease Meng Wanji and increase her relationship with her. Coaxing her to participate in contact with the opportunity, running or not is not really that important.

Unexpectedly, Meng Wanji insisted: "It doesn't matter, it will be fine in a while."

Sheng Jinshu doubted. Apparently his face is pale in pain now.

Meng Wanji bent over to pick up the straps and said, "What I told the students will be done. They are all looking forward to it. After the four-by-two-hundred relay race is over, they will all come over."

Sheng Jinshu was moved.

She had an unspeakable feeling in her heart, as if she was a little distressed and a little unexpected. This person is really strict with himself, and he is serious and serious in everything he does.

She knew that it was useless to persuade her to do anything, so she had to take the bandage from her hand and squat down to tie it.

Calf against calf, knee against knee, it was almost the closest contact they had ever known. Meng Wanji's throat moved, and she looked away, not daring to look at the back of her smooth neck and the looming line of her back.

Sheng Jinshu **** and stood up, put his hand around her shoulder, and said in her ear, "You hook my waist, so that we can better feel each other's rhythm."

Meng Wanji was caught off guard, her whole body froze, and even the pain seemed to be sluggish.

Sheng Jinshu reminded her: "Mr. Xiao Meng?"

Meng Wanji sweated on the back of her neck and responded, "Mm."

The teacher who acted as the referee came over, and the students in the arena also came after finishing other projects, cheering on the teachers they knew with great enthusiasm.

Meng Wanji had no choice but to raise her hand and slowly hooked Sheng Jinshu's waist.

too thin. Through the thin quick-drying clothes, Meng Wanji seemed to be able to feel the distinct depression of the waistcoat between her waist and abdomen. She didn't dare to act, let alone move.

She convinced herself that she had no selfishness, so it was not an offense to Sheng Jinshu's girlfriend.

A smile flashed in Sheng Jinshu's eyes. She said: "When I call one, we will get out the tied foot together. If we call two, we will get out the other one. It's only 50 meters away, so we're going to participate. If your stomach hurts too much, just call out. Stop, let's slow down and walk."

Meng Wanji should be fine.

I don't know if it was due to excessive mental stress, or the body was gradually adapting, and the pain slowly subsided before the official competition. It was better than expected. They had never practiced once, but unexpectedly they had a tacit understanding. Except for the incongruity of the first two steps, they walked faster and faster behind them, chasing closer and closer to the one in front. Sheng Jinshu hugged her shoulders, almost running with one hand and a half hugging her.

The students around were cheering.

Meng Wanji could only hear Sheng Jinshu's rapid breathing and the pleasant "one two one two" in her mouth.

Just the last few steps. The teacher in front of Sheng Jinshu stumbled and suddenly fell over. Meng Wanji was afraid that Sheng Jinshu would be tripped, so she instinctively clung to Sheng Jinshu and wanted to pull her away, but Sheng Jinshu felt that she ran straight forward. He was able to dodge, stepped up his pace, and the rhythm of the two suddenly changed. Sheng Jinshu was pulled a little, and the force was applied, and the imbalance of his body was about to press Meng Wanji's side.

Meng Wanji's elbow was back, ready to fall, but the expected pain did not appear.

Sheng Jinshu hugged her with both hands, turned around, and fell heavily on the ground, padding under her.

The exclamation sounded at the same time as Sheng Jinshu's muffled groan. Meng Wanji pressed her forehead against Sheng Jinshu's chin, her head was blank for a moment, and immediately propped herself up and sat up on her knees to check Sheng Jinshu's status.

"Are you all right?" She was about to open her mouth, but Sheng Jinshu's voice sounded a second before her.

She was still frowning, obviously she fell hard, but there was only unconcealed concern in the eyes staring at her.

Meng Wanji's heart slammed hard in her chest. Her throat was dry and she replied, "I'm fine, can you get up?" She reached out to help Sheng Jinshu, but the bandage under her feet grabbed her.

There was a teacher next to him who was about to come over to help, but Sheng Jinshu didn't let him, and sat up on his own: "I'm fine, but my shoulder seems to have hit and it hurts a bit."

Meng Wanji quickly tore off the straps and sat beside her to check her bare legs, knees and elbows. Fortunately, the green lawn has been buffered, and there are only minor scratches in these places.

She signaled to the teacher who acted as the referee next to her: "We will not participate in the next two rounds."

The referee understood: "Go and have a look, don't hit where."

Meng Wanji nodded. She stood up and asked Sheng Jinshu, "Want to help you up?"

Sheng Jinshu sat on the grass and looked up at her with a smile on his lips, but did not speak.

The eyes of the students on the sidelines lit up, you look at me, I look at you, and they don't dare to scream when they see something incredible.

Meng Wanji's face was stained with a thin layer of red, and just as she was about to bend over to help her, Sheng Jinshu consciously grabbed her wrist and stood up.

"Go to the nearby equipment room and take a look at my shoulders. I wonder if the skin is peeling off." She touched her shoulders and said.

Meng Wanji was worried about her and agreed without hesitation.

The two went to the unmanned equipment room next to the stadium. Meng Wanji cautiously locked the door and went to the window to draw the blackout curtains. Sheng Jinshu looked at her, her eyes were a little soft, she bent her lips silently, raised her hand and took off the whole quick-drying short sleeve.

Inside the quick-drying short sleeves, there is only a light blue underwear.

Meng Wanji was stunned when she turned around.

Without the support of the steel ring, her abundance is still moving, and the ravines are vague. The shoulders are flat and the waist is thin, as delicate as porcelain. The real her is sexier than anything she's ever seen in her dreams. Meng Wanji's eyelashes trembled twice, she closed her eyes subconsciously, opened her mouth to say something, but her nerves seemed to be broken, so she couldn't convey it.

Sheng Jinshu looked at her, lowered her injured shoulder slightly, and invited with a smile, "Help me take a look?"

Meng Wanji gritted her teeth, raised her feet forcibly calmly, walked behind Sheng Jinshu, and lowered her head to look.

Under the rounded shoulders, there was a large area of ​​redness and swelling, almost covering most of the butterfly bones. It's shocking, and it will definitely be black after that.

Meng Wanji's expression was heavy.

Sheng Jinshu suddenly laughed softly.

Meng Wanji frowned at her.

Sheng Jinshu said: "I can see your expression, I feel that this collision is quite valuable."

The heat in her eyes was so obvious that Meng Wanji felt that her whole body was about to be ignited by her.

She took a step back and said with a stern expression, "Mr. Sheng speaks carefully."

Sheng Jinshu had no fear, straightened his waist and took a step forward.

Meng Wanji vented a bit of panic, reached out and put her palm on her shoulder: "Put on your clothes."

She turned her face sideways, didn't dare to look at her again, and walked straight to the door.

Sheng Jinshu looked at her and sighed helplessly.

"Are you afraid of me?" she asked.

Meng Wanji's throat moved and squeezed out, but she didn't answer, "Go to the infirmary."

She opened the door and went out, guarding the door, her hand holding the doorknob still seemed to be hot.

She is not afraid of Sheng Jinshu.

She is afraid of herself.

She was afraid that when she even put her palm against her, she was thinking in the bottom of her heart: What if, if I had selfishness.