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The way to verify that it's cold enough is to take a breath.

Open your mouth, let the gas with the temperature of your mouth liquefy into a swaying mist, milky white, like a winter barrage.

Mi Zhiqiu laughed, and asked Xia Xinran if the mist looked like a dialog box.

Xia Xin suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled his scarf up, "Why is your mouth so wide open?"

When Mi Zhiqiu was very young, there was a heavy snowfall in the south, and the world turned silvery white.

He ran downstairs and found that the snowflakes that had been turned into water droplets when they fell on the palm of his hand were layered on top of each other, accumulating into a soft and cold appearance.

Because he wanted to keep the winter, he ran home and took a basin, filled it full of snow and put it in the refrigerator, and then it all froze.

Mi Zhiqiu felt that Xia Xinran must have done such a thing if he was so childish.

But Xia Xin suddenly asked him, "Where did you come from, a silly boy?"

Nostalgia and collection seem to be in Mi Zhiqiu's genes. He naturally likes to keep things, just like a squirrel in winter, throwing all memories into his tree hole.

Mi Zhiqiu pulled Xia Xinran's scarf over and wrapped it around his face.

You are not stupid, otherwise your broken plastic flower would not be on my desk long ago.

This year's weather forecast also has snow, but luckily the sports meeting is before that.

The student union hardly has the atmosphere that New Year's Day is approaching, and they are all busy to hold activities smoothly on the last day of the year.

December is always very special. It is obviously a bleak winter, but it gives people the illusion of happiness, as if the number twelve itself represents a circle that goes round and round, complete.

The sports meeting is no longer the home field of the Ministry of Culture. After completing the activity plan, this time Mi Zhiqiu became Xia Xinran's little tail, running around with him in and out of the printing agency.

In Xia Xinran's words, all these efforts are for the day of the sports meeting, don't be the only ones in the stands.

"Just to watch you run, you can take half the playground." Mi Zhiqiu encouraged him without distraction.

This sports meeting added roller skating and 5000 meters as special winter events, but Mi Zhiqiu did not expect Xia Xin to sign up for the latter.

"Could it be that you took me to run at night every day just to participate in the 5000 meters?"

Xia Xin suddenly smiled, "It was because of the night run that I was knocked off my head and signed up for the 5000-meter race."

Usually they don't run fast, because Mi Zhiqiu doesn't like the feeling of the cool wind filling his lungs, "Can't we win at our current speed?"

Xia Xin's steady breathing suddenly trembled because of laughter, "You can try to win the last place."

Mi Zhiqiu was not prepared to run ten laps around the playground with him because of this, "It's time to win, and Dad will buy you Wangzai milk."

Xia Xin suddenly looked at him, "Father is very demanding, and he just wanted me to win the championship."

Mi Zhiqiu patted him on the back, "Drive."

All the activities that are accomplished overnight in the eyes of others are the end of the planner's long preparation. The music for the opening of the sports meeting is played, and the busyness behind the scenes is settled.

But neither of them saw the moment.Because Xia Xinran's project was in the afternoon, they sneaked to the stadium at noon.

I don't know if it was because people who didn't go home on New Year's Day came, and the scene was so lively that it was beyond imagination.

As soon as Xu Tong saw them, he ran over from afar, "You don't even come to cheer for your minister. You are already in the Ministry of Culture, and your heart is in the Propaganda Department."

Mi Zhiqiu comforted him, "Didn't I come here?"

"My events are all over!" Xu Tong finished complaining, and took out an athlete's number plate from his pocket, "I knew Xia Xinran came with you suddenly, and helped him get the number."

Mi Zhiqiu took it, "Since there is no competition, you are welcome to join the cheerleading team of the Propaganda Department."

The number plate is more like a piece of soft fabric, with paperclips at the four corners. After Xia Xin suddenly fixed it on the clothes, Mi Zhiqiu realized that it was a printing problem, or because the number was rubbed in Xu Tong's pocket all morning. Zero is missing a hole.He had an OCD online attack, and went to find a marker to black out the gap.

The tip of the black marker pen is round, and it feels like fingers are gently rubbing through the clothes and fabrics. Xia Xin suddenly looked down and saw Mi Zhiqiu lowered his eyes intently, took a deep breath and did not dare to relax.

A young man's heart is as soft as a cloud, but he always wants others to feel his belly as hard as a wall.

Mi Zhiqiu, who was squatting in front of him, finally finished drawing the line, looked up at him, his eyes looked round from bottom to top.

Xia Xin suddenly looked away, accidentally saw the mole next to the collar of his sweater, and continued to look at the ground in a panic, "It's time to warm up."

Mi Zhiqiu didn't cap the pen, but sighed, "Why do I feel like I'm getting nervous?"

Xia Xin suddenly smiled, "Are you afraid of losing to Wangzai Milk?"

Mi Zhiqiu broke his hand, and wrote the word "Wang" on the palm of his hand, "I'll win later, and I'll make you a pair. When you stretch out your hand, it will be Wangwang."

Xia Xin suddenly looked at her palm and thought, what kind of strange encouragement is this.

In the closed gymnasium, only athletes can enter to warm up. When Mi Zhiqiu saw the long-distance runners returning to the stadium together, Xia Xin had already taken off his jacket and was only wearing a thin sweater.

Xu Tong asked Mi Zhiqiu, "The others look so professional, how is Xia Xin running?"

Mi Zhiqiu thought about the night run, "It feels like he ran five laps just to warm up."

That's what it said, but when the people around them became agitated because they found out that Xia Xin had suddenly appeared on the stage, Mi Zhiqiu's nervousness was like a sponge that fell into a pool, and it swelled slightly with the sound of the starting gun.

Then it seemed that a pair of hands took out the sponge and squeezed it hard.

Xia Xin suddenly ran ahead.

He was born with long hands and long legs, and every step opened up a new distance. When Mi Zhiqiu saw his hair rising, it was as if he heard the sound of the wind.

The cheers were blown away, the sweater swallowed the wind and bulged out, and the sound of the heartbeat followed the steps.

Only at this moment did he realize that those were not nervous, he subconsciously knew that Xia Xinran was the most powerful person, and he was just looking forward to the process of verifying this conclusion.

He saw Xia Xin's sudden hot breath caressing his cheeks and dissipating, he saw his eyes that were only looking at the front seemed to smile, he saw that the 5000 meters became perfect circles, and finally he saw him leading by half a circle. The look of the finish line.

The formulas and numbers combined themselves, pushed by the wind, and got the correct result.

Until Xia Xin suddenly ran over and stretched out his arms to him, Mi Zhiqiu was still a little dazed, and out of conditioned reflex, he gave him a high five.

The palm was warm, burning like Xia Xinran's name.

Xia Xin suddenly laughed, realizing that she had been misunderstood, she spread her empty palms, "Didn't you say you'd make a pair for me?"

Mi Zhiqiu nodded, feeling his ears for a pen while feeling in his pocket.

The empty pockets and the markers on the chair looked at each other.

People who claim to be calm always appreciate the flustered appearance of others, and finally showed their feet at this moment.

It was just because at that moment just now, he thought he would get a hug.