After I was marked by a rival

The next morning is a special relay race. By the way, I will finish the few events that I didn't finish yesterday, and I can have a holiday in the afternoon.

After Wei Tong finished the 200-meter final, he heard a classmate say: "Kong Jin and the students from Class 2 started fighting."

"why?"

"It seems that it's because that Alpha has entered a susceptible period. Kong Jin didn't know it, and bumped into him when he came down from the teaching building. The two of them fought in the corridor as soon as they came and went."

"Is that all right?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that when the squad leader went to try to persuade the fight, he seemed to be scratched by something in the eye."

Wei Tong turned his head in an instant, as if he had been shot, he walked over and asked quickly, "Where are they now?"

The two classmates had never seen Wei Tong like this before, and they were startled.

With a sullen face, Wei Tong asked again: "Where are they now?"

"The Alpha in class 2 has been quarantined. The class leader and Kong Jin seem to be in the infirmary. Both of them are injured..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Tong ran away quickly.

Quickly came to the infirmary, and the school doctor inside was talking there: "I'll disinfect you with water again, if you can't do it like this, you will easily get inflammation..."

When Wei Tong walked in, he saw Dou Zhiyuan raised his head slightly. The school doctor was holding a sterile cotton swab in his hand, and a small lamp was hanging above his head to shine on Dou Zhiyuan's face.

Jiang Ran was standing beside Dou Zhiyuan to accompany him, when she saw Wei Tong coming in, she asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Wei Tong looked at Dou Zhiyuan, who looked at him with his head.

Dou Zhiyuan closed one eye. There was a scratch beside the end of his eye, extending to the corner of the eye. I don't know if it hurt the eyeball. The original Junxiu face was disfigured. Maybe it was a new injury. It is particularly eye-catching, with a little bloodshot, which looks quite scary.

"Who made it?" Wei Tong sullenly.

He looked cold when he wasn't smiling, but this time it made people feel even colder.

"Uh..." Jiang Ran was thinking about how to explain it to him.

Wei Tong saw Kong Jin sitting on the side, his face was also bruised, bruised and purple, his head was lowered and his eyes were evasive, but he didn't dare to look at Wei Tong.

Wei Tong got angry when he saw him like this, and couldn't help but raise his hand to beat him.

"Don't!" Jiang Ran hastily stopped him, "Forget it, we can't blame him this time, who would have thought that the kid in Class 2 dared to come out for a stroll after he was in the susceptible period, the two of them fought with equal intensity, Douzi saw that I just wanted to pull the two of them apart, but I was scratched by the pin on the back of Kong Jin's clothes."

Alpha in the susceptible period is particularly irritable and irritable. Kong Jin can't smell pheromones, and his temper is also prone to irritability, which has caused such consequences.

"It's okay," Dou Zhiyuan comforted him, "It didn't hurt the inside, it just scratched the skin, just disinfect it and it will be fine."

After speaking, he opened his eyes.

Sure enough, the eyes were still dark and bright, but the whites of the eyes were a little red, which might have been stimulated by the disinfectant.

Jiang Ran raised her hand and looked at her watch: "The relay race will start in a while."

The school doctor asked them: "This classmate still has competitions?"

"Yes!" Jiang Ran hurriedly said, "4x100m and 4x400m relay."

"Don't go," the school doctor looked at Dou Zhiyuan, "This disinfectant water is hot on the eyes, and you may have tears from the wind in a while. The pins in the main school are rusty, and you can't do it without disinfection. Now sweating is not good for the wound. If you don’t want to leave scars, it is recommended to cancel them all.”

Dou Zhiyuan: "..."

"That's fine..." Jiang Ran was silent for a moment, then scratched her head, "I'll think of another way."

Dou Zhiyuan wanted to say something.

"How far are we from Class 4?" Kong Jin said in a muffled voice.

"You don't care how bad it is," Wei Tong was about to be laughed at by him, "You know that fighting is bad, but you can't shrink your head like a turtle? The ability to beat people is not much, but the ability to be beaten It's quite high."

Jiang Ran: "..."

"The relay race is a group score. The scoring method is different from other individual events. We are not so good that we have surpassed Class 4. At least one relay race must be won." Dou Zhiyuan stood up and said, "How about I Run 4x100 meters."

"Farewell, the 4x100 meters will start soon," Jiang Ran stopped him, "The picture of you crying while running is so beautiful that I dare not watch it."

Dou Zhiyuan: "..."

"Sit down..." Wei Tong glanced at him, and his tone was extremely rampant, "I'll get you the first one and come back, won't it be over?"

Almost forgot that there were weapons of mass destruction in their class, Dou Zhiyuan smiled: "Okay, I'll wait for your good news."

Dou Zhiyuan returned to the rest area of ​​Class 3 ([-]) with the gauze on his eyes. He was handsome and fair-skinned. Although the wound was not serious, it was particularly conspicuous by his white skin. It was exposed outside the gauze, and Lan Xuan felt very distressed: "Why is this, will there be scars?"

"No." Dou Zhiyuan sat down and asked Bao Ning next to him, "Is there any manuscript paper?"

The original 4x100m contestants have already registered, and the temporary adjustment can only be on the original athlete's number plate. The contestants include Wei Tong, Jiang Ran, Zhang Ziyang, and another Alpha Tang Yuxing from Class 3.

The original plan was for Wei Tong to be the first, Jiang Ran to be the second, Zhang Ziyang and Dou Zhiyuan to be the last. Now Wei Tong is the last and Jiang Ran is the first.

"Same table! Come on!" Lan Xuan shouted excitedly from the stands, "I've already prepared throat lozenges, and I will contribute my highest volume for you later!"

Wei Tong didn't raise his head: "Then save it now and save it for a while."

They stood under the stands in the rest area of ​​Class 3, discussing the strategy of the game, and they were going to check in in a few minutes. Tang Yuxing said nervously: "I'm not fast for 100 meters, will it slow me down?"

"It's okay..." Jiang Ran patted him, "Just try your best. Zhang Ziyang is not bad. Last semester, he was the third best in the 4x100m in their class, tying the back."

"That's different." Zhang Ziyang was also nervous, "At that time I didn't meet the people from Class 4. Fan Tiancheng and Yuan Lin are strong in running."

Tang Yuxing held Dou Zhiyuan's number plate and said to Wei Tong, "Boss Wei, help me get a number plate."

Wei Tong looked at Dou Zhiyuan's number plate and thought, "I'll change it with you."

"Huh?" Tang Yuxing was taken aback.

Dou Zhiyuan was writing a newsletter with a pen, and Wen Yan also looked up at him from the stands.

"Put you on your back," Wei Tong raised his brown eyes, and raised the number plate in his hand at him, "For the sake of someone helping you 'carry forward', remember to put My image stands taller."

Dou Zhiyuan laughed: "Obey, my hero."

Wei Tong's face was a little red, in order not to be seen by others, he had to quickly lower his head.

On the 4x100-meter track, someone noticed the difference between Class 3 and a student said, "Hey, isn't '0310' the number plate of Dou Shen? Why is it on Mr. Wei?"

"I remember too... God Dou didn't come to participate in the competition?"

"He was injured and cut his eye with a pin."

"Fuck! Fuck! Is he all right?"

"It seems to be fine. I just passed by the rostrum and met him. He said that it will be fine in a few days."

Wei Tong turned his head and glanced at the rostrum.

There was a sound of "buzz", and Dou Zhiyuan's voice sounded on the radio: "Today is the last day of the sports meeting. Everyone watered the land of the No. [-] Middle School with their own sweat, and interpreted the hardship, excellence, unity, and strength of the No. [-] Middle School with their strength." The practical spirit of the school motto..."

Someone next to him said: "Damn Dou God, this newsletter... is so good! Why didn't I think of talking about my alma mater by the way when I wrote it, and Lao Zheng must feel comfortable after listening to it..."

Wei Tong smiled and turned around.

"Bang!" The gun went off.

There was fierce cheering and cheering from the other end of the runway. Wei Tong was ready when he heard Dou Zhiyuan's voice on the radio continue: "There are always some heroes who work hard where you can't see them. The place is shining brightly, and I wish Wei Tong, class 3, senior high school, another success in the 4x100m final and lead the whole class to win the championship..."

In the BGM that Dou Zhiyuan was bragging to Wei Tong desperately, Wei Tong stretched out his hand to take the baton from Zhang Ziyang's hand. He raised his head and glanced at Fan Tiancheng on the next track.

Wei Tong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled at him.

I relied on him to laugh, and he actually laughed!

Fan Tiancheng caught a glimpse of Wei Tong's expression out of the corner of his eye, and instantly felt panicked in his heart, and ran with all his strength, feeling that he had never run so fast in his life.

However, in an instant, a figure flew out from beside him, and then accelerated at full speed, heading straight for the finish line.

最终3班险胜4班，拿下了4x100米决赛No.1。

"Yeah, we won!" Lan Xuan stood on the stand in order to see the game more clearly. At this moment, he rushed down from the top and flew to Wei Tong and said, "We are the champions!"

Dou Zhiyuan also came down from the broadcasting station. Although the corners of his eyes were covered with gauze, he was smiling.

I don't know if it was because of running too fast just now or because of something else, Wei Tong was a little short of breath, he glanced at Dou Zhiyuan.

Dou Zhiyuan opened his arms to him naturally.

Wei Tong hesitated for a moment, walked over and put his arms around him.

A familiar smell came over his face, Wei Tong's breathing became much more stable, and he heard Dou Zhiyuan say in his ear: "My 'carrying forward with weight' is not too heavy, right?"

"It's okay," Wei Tong thought for a while and said, "It's acceptable."

The author has something to say: It's a sweet burden!

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