Idol and school grass are at the same table

The sports meeting itself is not much fun, but high school students are usually busy with their studies and don't have any entertainment activities. As long as they can not sit in the classroom, they can do whatever they want.

The one-and-a-half-day sports meeting was held until the next morning, and most people were not interested. In addition, the teacher left a lot of homework for the weekend, and many students even took the homework directly to write.

Ji Ting was not interested in these things at first, he was listening to music while holding comics on his mobile phone.

Z.cjmnx recently opened a new serial. Although the update is slow and the plot is not good, it still attracts countless people to follow the update.

After reading the latest update, Ji Ting left a comment, thought for a while and opened Weibo, becoming a senior fan.

Ji Ting sent a few private messages to God Z, blowing rainbow farts and asking him to pay attention to rest and not stay up late.

His tone was so soft that he was completely different from his usual one, and he even posted several cute emoticons.

"At the same table, what are you doing?"

Just as Ji Ting finished posting, a familiar voice rang in his ear.

Shen Zhixing came over with a bag of potato chips in his hand, "What good things are you looking at? Tell you to ignore me."

Ji Ting was taken aback by his sudden approach, fearing that he would see something in his phone that didn't match his cool guy image, so he would quickly lock the screen.

But the movements were not very flustered, and the expression was well managed, without showing a trace of unnatural expression.

Shen Zhixing glanced at him with a smile, picked up a piece of potato chips and handed it to his mouth.

Ji Ting subconsciously opened his mouth, but was slightly taken aback when the potato chips were in his mouth.

"Don't be shy, I won't laugh at you." Looking at him, Shen Zhixing laughed and teased, and handed over another piece, "It's time for our class to relay in a while, you get up and move around first."

Ji Ting nodded, pushed his hand, and turned his head slightly, "I won't eat."

Shen Zhixing didn't move, he held up the potato chips and stared at him with both eyes.

Ji Ting's ears felt a little hot when he watched him, so he reached out and took the potato chips from his hand, stuffed them into his mouth, and quickly stood up, "I'm going to do some exercise."

The relay is the most important event for every class, especially for the liberal arts class. Although there are few boys, the momentum cannot be lost.

Before playing, the students in the class gathered together to cheer for the boys. Wang Xueyan also stood aside to cheer them on.

"Don't be nervous, we have few people, we don't have an advantage, the bottom one is fine, the important thing is to participate." The head teacher patted a few boys, "But we must pay attention to safety and don't get hurt."

"Teacher, there are few boys in our class, but this is just the group stage, and we are not so bad that we won the bottom one." Shen Zhixing still smiled, squatted down to tie a shoelace, stood up and jumped twice, "Don't worry, with me here, even if you're not number one, you can at least make it to the finals."

"Just blow it up." Wang Zha hit him, but with a smile on his face, he glanced at a few boys, and told him again worriedly, "Don't get hurt, don't get hurt next week. Midterm exams."

The originally warm atmosphere suddenly became weird, and several boys complained dissatisfiedly.

"Teacher, why are you taking the exam seriously?"

"Are you afraid that we will get hurt just because you don't want us to delay the exam?"

Wang Xueyan smiled, "Okay, don't be poor, go quickly."

There are two science classes in the same group as the eighth class. Not only do they have an advantage in numbers, but they are also known for being good at sports. Even the other liberal arts class has two sports students.

The students in Class [-] actually knew about this situation a long time ago. Although they said cheers, they also knew in their hearts that there was probably no hope.

"Brother Xing, don't work too hard. It's fine if you don't make it to the finals. Keep your energy and run [-] for a while."

After the check-in, Sun Chenyang, the sports committee member, looked at the players from other classes who were warming up next to him, and he didn't know much about it.

Today's project is only relay and long-distance running.

Shen Zhixing has a well-developed athletic body, so he will naturally have his share in the relay, but no one is willing to report the three thousand, so he did not hesitate to report it after he knew it.

Sun Chenyang did not expect this at all, and it made him very grateful to Shen Zhixing.

Of course, apart from being grateful, Sun Chenyang is still very aware of Shen Zhixing's identity as the school bully, so naturally he doesn't dare to let him be troubled and make the boss unhappy.

"Master Sports Committee, I found that you have no confidence in me." Shen Zhixing stretched his arms, looked at Sun Chenyang and smiled, "Do you believe me?"

Sun Chenyang was taken aback by his question, and quickly shook his head crazily, "No, no, really not, I'm just afraid that you are too tired, you have participated in so many projects, I am already very grateful to you, if it weren't for you and Brother Ting , Many projects in our class failed to apply, I really..."

"Hey, stop." Shen Zhixing stretched out his hand to stop him, "Where did you learn your sour words from?"

"I'm just going for a run, don't make it the same as what I'm going to do to save the world, okay?" Shen Zhixing raised his hand and patted Sun Chenyang, "If I can't, I definitely won't report it, what are you doing here? energy?"

Sun Chenyang was a little embarrassed by what he said, and scratched his head.

Ji Ting had been standing beside them, and when he heard what Sun Chenyang said, he couldn't help but look at Shen Zhixing a few more times.

When he and Shen Zhixing applied for projects, the rest were basically such difficult projects that no one wanted to apply for.

Qin Yang reported many projects to Shen Zhixing, but he was too embarrassed to report to the school bully for a long-distance race.

On the other hand, Ji Ting, who was soft-spoken by Shen Zhixing, finally agreed to apply for the project. Qin Yang wanted to discuss with him and ask him to apply for long-distance running and relay.

But Shen Zhixing was worried about his foot injury, so he didn't agree, he reported three thousand by himself, and reported a few relatively easy ones to Ji Ting.

At the time of registration, Ji Ting was also beside him. Although he lay on the table the whole time, looking like he had nothing to do with himself, he actually listened to everything.

Especially Shen Zhixing's sentence, "No one will report it to me. Don't let him do it. He can't move."

From that moment on, Ji Ting suddenly felt that his tablemate, who looked silly, was actually a nice person, and it seemed okay to get a little closer.

Seeing that the silly tablemate had enough chatting with Sun Chenyang and Sun Chenyang, he dragged the remaining two people to Ji Ting's side.

After Shen Zhixing stood still, he put one arm around Ji Ting's shoulder and stretched out the other, "Come on, let's boost morale."

Seeing this, Sun Chenyang immediately stretched out his hand, and another boy followed suit, but Ji Ting was slightly taken aback.

The three of them waited for a few seconds, seeing that Ji Ting still hadn't stretched out his hand, they looked at him at the same time.

Shen Zhixing turned his head to look at him, with a comforting smile on the corner of his mouth, "Don't be nervous."

Then, the hand that Shen Zhixing put on Ji Ting's shoulder fell on his wrist, and he pulled his hand to put it on it together.

In the other classes, there were no sports students who were ranked first in class. Although Class 1 did not have one, Sun Chenyang was not weak either. He only fell behind No. [-] by a short distance after running a lap.

Unfortunately, the second-best boy was too nervous, something went wrong when he took over the baton, and the remaining two classes were also chasing closely.

As soon as the second lap started, Class [-] fell to the end.

"Brother Ting, you can't take off your coat, I'll hold it for you, and give me your mobile phone and so on."

"Brother Ting, don't be nervous, as long as you run down, you won't be ashamed to be the last one."

"It's okay, we don't care about the ranking."

A group of class committee members cheered on Ji Ting, who was next to run.

Ji Ting is not a person who attaches great importance to the group, and only applies for projects when he is annoyed by Shen Zhixing. He never thinks about winning honor for the class, so naturally he is not very nervous.

But looking at the expectant faces around him and listening to their words of encouragement, Ji Ting suddenly felt warm, and even felt an inexplicable sense of tension.

The referee was already letting the next best player to play, Ji Ting glanced at his classmates again, trying to control his expression so that they didn't see his nervousness.

Ji Ting handed the things to Qin Yang, twitched the corner of his mouth, and showed an unskilled smile, "I will try my best."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, his voice was also very soft, almost inaudible due to the cheering noise around him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little stiff, but the students in Class [-] were all stunned.

The school committee poked at his deputy monitor, "Brother Ting just...did you just smile?"

"Damn it, but Ji Ting really looks good when he smiles." The deputy squad leader held his face, and the girl's heart began to flood, "I used to watch him smile really sweetly on the show, but it's a pity that he has been cold since he came here. .”

"Can you stop being nympho?" Qin Yang looked at the girls with a look of disgust, "Besides, doesn't Brother Ting often laugh? Don't be so startled, okay?"

The girl paused, "Since when did Brother Ting laugh so often?"

Qin Yang's gaze paused for a second on Shen Zhixing who was staring at Ji Ting's back, "When Brother Xing provoked him, he often sneered at Brother Xing."

The smiles of the school committee and the deputy squad leader froze on their faces at the same time: "..."

Just as Ji Ting turned around and took two steps, he heard someone calling himself behind him.

He turned around, just in time to look at the school bully classmate who did not know when he came over again.

Shen Zhixing looked at him mysteriously and smiled, "Hi, at the same table."

He was too excited when he spoke, and kept moving forward, not noticing that the distance between the two was so close that they were about to close.

Ji Ting stepped back a little uncomfortably, "What's wrong?"

"Nervous?" Shen Zhixing smiled and stretched out his hand, "I'll tell you something."

"what's up?"

Shen Zhixing stretched his hands forward a little, "Come on, give me a high five and I'll tell you."

Ji Ting glanced at the referee in front of the track who was blowing his whistle to call for the next runner, and frowned slightly, "It's okay, I'm leaving."

After he finished speaking, he still raised his hand and patted it perfunctorily, "Is that all right?"

"I have superpowers." Shen Zhixing spread his five fingers and shook his hand, "I won't be nervous after clapping with me, and I'm really good at anything else."

His tone was very serious, although what he said was obviously nonsense, Ji Ting inexplicably felt a little relieved.

"Why don't you come over there? It's just a jog, don't make it look like a bitter drama, and bid farewell."

The voice of the referee teacher suddenly sounded, and everyone around looked at the two of them.

Ji Ting withdrew his hand in embarrassment, laughed and scolded Shen Zhixing as "childish", and trotted onto the track.

The second-best boy still didn't catch up to the top one after one lap, but fortunately, the gap was not too big.

Ji Ting's explosive power is not bad, and he surpassed No.100 after running 3 meters, and the gap with No.2 has also narrowed a lot.

However, his stamina was not enough, and he slowed down significantly in the second half, and the gap with No.2 widened a little bit.

After one lap, Ji Ting failed to overtake No.2 in the end. Fortunately, he kept the third position and was not overtaken again.

After passing the baton to Shen Zhixing, Ji Ting squatted directly on the ground.

He hasn't exercised for too long, and he ran too hard just now, his feet can't bear it, and the old injury is a little painful.

"Brother Ting, are you okay?"

The eighth class committee members gathered together, Sun Chenyang stretched out his hand to pull him, but seeing that he didn't move, he took it back a bit embarrassed.

"Are your feet hurting again?" Qin Yang was taken aback, and also squatted down, "Show me, someone has brought medicine, and I'll spray some for you in a while."

Ji Ting waved his hands and stood up.

Sun Chenyang was very worried, and when he saw this, he hugged him, "Brother Ting, can you still walk?"

Ji Ting was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously made a move in embarrassment, and Sun Chenyang withdrew his hand in embarrassment.

Ji Ting came to his senses, stared at him for two seconds, raised his hand and patted his shoulder twice hesitantly, "I'm fine, I'm just running too fast, my feet don't hurt."

Sun Chenyang was startled again by his explanation, and smiled, "Then go back and rest."

"Let's wait until Shen Zhixing finishes running."

Shen Zhixing was indeed very good, but he fell too far ahead. Although he surpassed No.2 in the end, Class [-] still failed to enter the final.

"You guys are doing pretty well."

Back in the stands, Wang Xueyan looked at the boys and smiled happily, "Shen Zhixing, you are really good."

Shen Zhixing smiled, "That is, as long as it has nothing to do with study, I can do it well."

"You still have the nerve to say it?" Wang Xueyan was so angry that he said that he didn't want to be beaten, and she raised her hand to pat him on the back, "When will you use this kind of energy in your studies? And don't worry."

Shen Zhixing chuckled, Wang Xueyan ignored him, and turned to Ji Ting, who was quietly at the side, "Ji Ting, are you okay, I heard that your feet are sad."

Ji Ting shook his head, Wang Xueyan heaved a sigh of relief and laughed again, "You all performed well, I will reward you later."

Shen Zhixing's eyes lit up again, "What's the reward? Leave less homework or memorize less books?"

"Are you promising?" Wang Xueyan frowned and glanced at him, "I asked you to recite the book for me? I asked you to do the questions to give me a high score?"

The boys had another few words with Wang Zha, and returned to their seats.

Ji Ting found a back corner and just sat down when Shen Zhixing came up again.

The two of them were sitting at the junction of Class [-] and the class next door. Several girls from the class next door had been peeking at them, each wanting to strike up a conversation but not daring to do so.

Shen Zhixing put his arm on Ji Ting's shoulder and poked him with a smile, "Look at the way these little girls look at you, you're so damn popular."

Ji Ting looked him up and down, "It's as if you didn't read what you said."

"Hey, I really like to hear what you say." Shen Zhixing grinned even brighter with his big white teeth bared, "At the same table, I found that you are becoming more and more talkative now, it must be because I have been with me for a long time, and I have been fascinated by it. It's becoming more and more likable."

"You can really talk."

"You bullied my male god again." He Wenqian came over and gave Shen Zhixing a disgusted look, and handed Ji Ting a bottle of water, "Brother Ting, is your leg okay? How about I ask them for some medicine?"

"Don't bother, I'll take a rest for a while." Ji Ting happened to be a little thirsty, shook his head, reached out to take the water, opened it, raised his head and drank a couple of sips.

He Wenqian nodded, looked at him, and for a moment didn't know what to say, so she hesitated before saying, "You were very handsome just now."

"He Wenqian, you're too biased." Shen Zhixing said suddenly, "I ran away too, why didn't you say I'm handsome?"

He Wenqian was a little embarrassed at first, but she was even more embarrassed when she heard this. She touched her nose, "You're handsome too, right?"

Shen Zhixing pushed his nose up, pointed at the water in Ji Ting's hand and complained, "Then why don't you bring me a bottle of water?"

"Our brotherhood for so many years is not worth even a bottle of water. I am so disappointed by you. I am so sad."

As Shen Zhixing spoke, he began to act again, covered his face with the sleeve of his school uniform and began to "beep".

Ji Ting couldn't stand this man, so he gave him the water in his hand, "Here you are, here you are."

Shen Zhixing smiled instantly, took the water, opened it, took a sip, and then covered it.

Ji Ting knew that he was not thirsty, so he gave him a disgusted look.

He Wenqian, who was at the side, was stunned for a moment, her eyes paused for a second on the water in Shen Zhixing's hand, and then swept around the two of them, showing a bewildered smile.

Shen Zhixing didn't notice He Wenqian's expression, glanced at the new message on the phone, picked it up and handed it to Ji Ting, "At the same table, look at this quickly."

Ji Ting thought he was looking at some sand sculpture pictures again, but the phone froze for a moment.

On the mobile phone is a photo taken by the classmate in charge of photography.

In the photo, Shen Zhixing and Ji Ting are standing opposite each other, looking at each other, their hands are lightly clasped.

The corner of Shen Zhixing's mouth had the usual naughty smile, but his eyes were deep and serious, Ji Ting's face was no longer cold as usual, and there was a slight smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

Both of them looked beautiful, with the vigor that a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy should have.

The photo was captured just right, both of them were handsome, but the atmosphere seemed a bit ambiguous for some reason.

Ji Ting looked at the person in the photo, then turned to look at the person beside him, his ears turned red unconsciously.

"This photo was taken quite well, who in our class took it?"

Shen Zhixing admired the photos several times, and became narcissistic again, "Of course, my face is also quite good, you see we stand together, there is no sense of disobedience at all, and there is even a strange match between handsome guys .”

Listening to his nonsense, Ji Ting cursed with a smile, "Who the hell is perfect for you."

The two were playing and looking at the photos, completely forgetting that there was someone beside them.

He Wenqian, who was ignored, didn't feel a sense of loss, and was even a little excited when she saw the two of them, so she picked up her phone and took the opportunity to take another photo secretly.

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