The sound of rain surrounds the beam

It’s easy to get sleepy when you come back from lunch. The students didn’t grab the drum sticks in the morning, and they beat the drums loudly when they saw anyone rushing over. Chen Ziyou escaped, and his painting style is quite normal.

Nestled in the shade, he turned his head and asked the people around him: "Is there any competition in our class this afternoon?"

In the morning, I followed suit and applauded. I didn't know who won what ranking. The monitor was much more competent than him: "Yes, Yao Xianhui and Jiang Chuan's 400-meter finals, and Yan Yiying's women's 800-meter finals."

"There are so many more?" Wouldn't it be a life-threatening call that needs to be repeated several times? Chen Ziyou thanked Bumin, got up and stuffed the phone into his sweatpants: "Squad leader, look at someone." The squad leader hurriedly asked: "Teacher Where are you going?" It was still early before the teacher's group check-in.Chen Ziyou smiled mysteriously: "Condolences to the lonely old man."

The condolences could not be justified empty-handed, Chen Ziyou searched the things around him, finally took out a bottle of water from the box, took advantage of halftime when the runway was empty, walked straight across half of the playground, and walked towards the broadcasting station in a cool manner.

The sports meeting lasted for one and a half days. The competition on the first day basically came to an end after [-]:[-] p.m., and then there were fun events for students who were not very good at sports, as well as friendship competitions among teachers.

Teachers' Friendship Competition, the full name is "Teachers' Large Friendship Boat".

In the past few years, no one took care of them, and one by one blatantly found someone to replace them. This year, the rules were changed to force all class teachers to attend in person.

In the past two years, Chen Ziyou was acting for someone else, but this year, he didn't get any advantage from being a head teacher. He wanted to pull Ouyang Li to sink together, but unfortunately the plan failed two days ago, and he didn't bother to harm others.

The radio station stood on the right side of the rostrum. Three long tables were temporarily set up. The wires from the microphones were hanging on the floor. There was no sunshade, and it looked very simple from a distance.

The widowed and lonely old man was busy at his desk, leaving a fluffy head.

Ouyang Li was sorting out the refueling script for the next game, when he suddenly felt dark, his eyes widened slightly when he recognized the person coming, and the pupils that touched the light suddenly brightened, like sweat flowing into the eyes: "Why are you here?"

Although he is not afraid of heat, but after a few hours in the sun, his cheeks were flushed, his forehead and neck sweated a little, and a small piece of wet cloth was stuck to his back, and he sprayed antiperspirant, which was barely refreshing.

Chen Ziyou hit his face with the bottle cap, and was gently patted away: "Love, I'll give you a bottle of water to moisten your throat. How am I?"

"..." Ouyang Li didn't answer, and spoke in a strange tone: "Do you all think that I belong to a buffalo? If you want to escape and take refuge, just say so."

Ouyang Li was the teacher in charge of the radio station. Athletes came and went. The white shirts were extraordinarily fresh and refined in the bright and complicated sweatshirts. Several waves of students took the pretense of passing by and went to visit the Holy Land.

High school students have nothing new, they all deliver water, the radio station can't finish a bottle, and there are two drain bottles neatly stacked in front of the table, so that the blind can't see them.

"You discovered all of this," Chen Ziyou brought the bottle in his hand into the team, and changed his routine: "Teacher Ouyang, please take me in, our class is too noisy."

Ouyang Li couldn't bear the goosebumps all over his body: "Don't, please change to another place."

Chen Ziyou couldn't believe it: "You actually despise me!"

"I'm afraid that you can take a good sun..." The sound of drums is shaking, and the whole range of AOE can't be avoided. Instead of running here and basking, it's better to visit other classes: "You can sit on the rostrum, or if you really can't, you can go to Teacher Xu's place." Hide."

Chen Ziyou's expression was subtle: "I'm afraid it's not the first day you know me and Lao Xu."

"Why bother, do you really have no idea?"

When it comes to sports, the levels of the two classes are about the same. They are fighting each other like chickens pecking at each other, not knowing what to do.

Chen Ziyou hooked Ouyang Li's shoulder, and sat down next to him unceremoniously: "I'm not afraid of the sun, but do you have the heart to send me to the enemy camp?"

Ouyang Li was afraid of ticklish, so he reflexively twitched, and couldn't help but say: "You——" The other party's palms were hot and not firmly attached, and his breath was patted on the side of his neck, so close that he was too sticky.

He had a guilty conscience, but Chen Ziyou was frank and frank. He didn't realize that there was something wrong with his behavior, and there was a smile on his mouth: "What's wrong with me?" Sight: "You guys are so boring."

After talking for a long time, Chen Ziyou still had no intention of moving, so Ouyang Li went with him, happy to have someone accompany him to bask in the sun.

Sitting in a different place does not mean that Chen Ziyou is ignorant of the battle situation. He stayed on the broadcasting station, staring at the screen, and flexibly manipulated the character with his fingers.

Ouyang Li admired all of them: "You know all of this?"

Chen Ziyou shook his head, making a mysterious statement that was indescribable.

Just listen to the sound of the drums.The power of the MVP of the audience is not underestimated. The rhythm of the start of the game, the rhythm of the first place, the rhythm of the top three, and the rhythm of the persistent efforts, whoever beats will know.

Yang Luo, who went to the side of the runway to meet him, walked in front with the clothes that the two of them had taken off, and raised his hands to signal the whole class to order some noodles: "Applause welcome Brother Chuan and Brother Yao to come back after a big victory!!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The students showed great respect, cheers and whistles came one after another, and some were explaining to those who were playing with their mobile phones just now: "Our class took first and second place in the men's 400m final!"

"Really?! Awesome!"

"Our class is still in the top eight?!"

"Low-key, low-key." Yang Luohu pretended to be powerful enough, and respectfully made way for the two big bosses: "Bosses, please."

In a rare day of glory, Yao Xianhui came second, but whoever wins is the winner of Class [-], and it is not shameful to lose to his classmates. He happily accepted the applause, and wanted to take a commemorative photo with Jiang Chuan and the two, but when he turned around, he disappeared: " Hey, where is my Brother Chuan?"

Jiang Chuan didn't go with them. He avoided other people on the way, went around to the last few rows from the side, and patted Zhong Mengyuan from behind: "You...come out."

Zhong Mengyuan was taken aback: "Hey God, why are you making no sound when you walk...I'll find out later!"

Athletes obviously should advance from the front, why did he appear from the back? Zhong Mengyuan pulled away his chair and quickly climbed over many obstacles to come to him: "No.1, you are amazing, Great God Jiang."

The young man's eyes were shining brightly, Jiang Chuan was stunned for a moment, then recovered his senses and lowered his throat and coughed twice: "This is for you, we're even."

It was still pulsating, but it was different from the taste Zhong Mengyuan sent out. Jiang Chuan said in a stiff tone after delivering the water: "The taste you bought is not good, don't buy it next time."

Zhong Mengyuan: "..."

Not far away, girls from a few radio stations hid in the shade and whispered: "Hey, are they finished chatting? Do you want to go over now... It's time to compete in the teacher group. How can we explain it when other teachers catch me lazy? !"

"I didn't take enough shots later...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh what's the real deal!"

The two people in front still maintained the previous posture. Ouyang Li went from restless and awkward to calm, and now he is completely immune: "Teacher Feng has come to remind you twice, why don't you warm up?"

"No rush, let's go through this level first."

Just now when Chen Ziyou was beating, Ouyang Li took the time to glance at it. Several times the blood bar was cut off and the remaining layer of skin rose back. He passed the level without any surprises. He thought it was very interesting, so he also played one.

Chen Ziyou was quite shocked: "You are also interested in games?" In his knowledge, the games that old people like Lao Ou are interested in are at most the level of Xiaoxiaole or fruit cutting.

"Playing occasionally." Ouyang Li thought he made a fuss: "I also played Wang X Glory for a while."

"That's really underestimating Teacher Ouyang." Chen Ziyou pointed to the signboard and asked him: "Hey, do you think this looks good?"

The beautiful purple-haired girl cast her eyes outside the screen, and Ouyang Li pursed her lips: "It's pretty."

Chen Ziyou poked open the other one and asked him to compare it: "What about this one? Which of them looks better?"

Ouyang Li thought for a while and said, "The first one."

Chen Ziyou was flattered to hear this, and cast a approving look: "Well, yes, young people are very discerning."

He didn't think right: "What's the matter, who was the previous one?"

"My wife."

"... Huh."

Chen Ziyou deflected the screen, moved the chair a little, surrounded him from behind, and taught Ouyang Li the novice tutorial, vaguely smelling the faint smell of antiperspirant on his body: "That's it, will you?"

"Probably." Ouyang Li said: "Then, can I fight Xuelin now?"

Chen Ziyou took a look: "Your level is not enough, Xuelin is a level 65 map, why don't you play mine."

"Aren't you afraid that I will lose to you?"

"If you lose nothing, you still get points. It's enough for ten consecutive rounds." Chen Ziyou stretched his waist, and plugged his mobile phone earphones into him: "Let you go first, and help me to send ten consecutive rounds after the fight, which is limited by my wife. "

Ouyang Li didn't buy it: "Your wife is not my wife, why don't you smoke it yourself."

Seeing that the inspection office was about to arrest people, Chen Ziyou waggled his fingers meanly: "I can't get it out, your surname is Ou, you must be Ou, I'll leave it to you."

"My surname is not Ou!!" Ouyang Li raised his voice, but unfortunately Chen Ziyou had already run away.

The girl who spoke first was numb in her legs, and finally waited until the person left, limped back to her seat, and was closely watched by Teacher Ouyang: "What's wrong, your legs are fine."

How dare the girl say that she kowtowed to the cp and kowtowed on her head, she quickly waved her hands to prevaricate: "It's okay, it's okay! I've been squatting in the toilet for too long!"

Ouyang Li withdrew his hand: "...Be careful next time."

The sky fell into twilight, and Yu Yang in Xizhan no longer had the scorching temperature. Chen Ziyou was arranged on the fourth runway, warming up temporarily, loosening his neck and kicking his legs, and he had no energy to follow the preparations.

The gunshots sounded, followed by the drums. Chen Ziyou followed behind the big team at a leisurely pace. Passing by the front of the fifth class, he slowed down and waved and winked with his classmates.

"My God, I'm so anxious, he still has the mind to interact!"

"What the hell is going on, Mr. Chen! Didn't you run first in the 2000 meters before?!"

"Can you hurry up! Zhang Ying is almost fifty and faster than him!"

"Forget it, I'll give up, Class [-] is the younger brother..."

The anger was that Chen Ziyou was not unable to run, but deliberately dragged his feet forward and backward. Ouyang Li watched from afar, anxious for him.

After the last half circle, Chen Ziyou was still wandering in the middle.The big team was about to pass by the broadcasting station. Ouyang Li picked up the microphone in a hurry, and the voice swayed along the microphone layer by layer, circling the air above the attached middle school, stirring the soul——

"Chen Ziyou Chong! I got your wife!!!"

Everyone didn't figure out what was going on, but they saw Chen Ziyou speeding up like an arrow from the string, striding forward like a wild dog.

Not only the audience outside the venue, but also the teachers who pulled the red bars at the finish line were dumbfounded.

The girl at the radio station quickly took over and completed the following broadcast tasks: "Look quickly! That vigorous figure! Steady steps! You are indeed a young teacher who represents vitality!"

"He rushed over! Teacher Chen Ziyou is running!!" Ouyang Li couldn't help laughing, lying on the table, covering his face and laughing out of breath.

At the end of the game, Chen Ziyou rushed to Ouyang Li immediately, holding his mobile phone to check the deck: "Where's my wife?!"

Ouyang Li didn't laugh enough, trying to hold back: "It's in the pool."

"Damn, Ouyang Li, are you kidding me?!" Chen Ziyou was so angry that his name burst out, he glared at Ouyang Li, smashed the can, and threw the thing into the opponent's arms: "Take it!"

He didn't see it clearly, thinking it was a hidden weapon to murder him, he hurriedly caught it only to find out that it was a cup.

Ouyang Li said dumbly: "...Give it to me?"

"Otherwise, don't you say you want it?" Chen Ziyou originally wanted to beat him up, but unexpectedly turned his head and met Ouyang Li's surprised eyes, and his mood improved inexplicably: "...you have no conscience, thanks to me I snatched blue for you." of."